At the Gryffindor table, the young lions stared at Ron questioningly, wondering whether becoming "Mrs. Weasley" during the selection exam had traumatized him.
A third-year Gryffindor who had failed that morning's assessment curled his lip. "We all know the second-year exam was on a transformation potion!"
The selection exams for the first, second, and third years had all finished that morning. The remaining four years would take theirs that afternoon.
"No!" Ron waved the bedsheet, still shouting. "I mean-I can predict all the exam questions! Yes! That's right!"
The Gryffindor table instantly fell silent, followed by Hufflepuff. Then a deathly hush settled over the Great Hall, every gaze fixed on Ron.
Had anyone else said this, the young wizards would never have believed them. But Ron was Vaughn's brother!
Ron lowered the bedsheet and pulled out a piece of parchment, waving it above his head. "I guarantee that this afternoon's exam questions will come from this list!"
"If anyone wants a look, it'll only cost-"
Ron paused, apparently weighing its value, then gritted his teeth. "One Galleon!"
The Great Hall remained quiet. Ron breathed a small sigh of relief. Thank goodness Fred and George weren't there, or they would definitely have made a complete mess of things. "Ron!" Percy suddenly shouted. "You can't do this! You'll ruin the Weasley family's reputation!"
His expression was deadly serious, as though Ron had committed some heinous crime.
Percy's words also made the young wizards' gazes turn suspicious.
Ron was Vaughn's younger brother, true, but Percy was Vaughn's older brother. How could Ron know something even Percy didn't?
They all understood what Percy was implying: Ron seemed to be trying to swindle people using Vaughn's name!
"Percy! I'm not!" Ron yelled, his neck straining as though someone had stepped on his tail. "I swear