Seamus was thoroughly baffled by the three of them. Shaking his head, he hurried toward the carriage. Harry turned back, about to ask Ron why he had grabbed him, when Ron's expression gave him a fright.
It was a deathly pallor, as though all the blood had been drained from his face, making even Ron's freckles fade.
"Those are Thestrals, Harry—" Ron's brief words were so weak they seemed to have been forced out of his throat.
"Thestrals? What are those?"
"A magical creature regarded as an omen of misfortune in the wizarding world!" Hermione answered this time. Her face did not look good either, and she seemed somewhat irritated.
Seeing Harry was still clueless, she rolled her eyes. "I told you long ago that you needed to brush up on your magical knowledge, especially magical creatures—only people who have witnessed death can see Thestrals. So Seamus Finnigan can't see them. You should be glad for him!"
Death—
Harry stood there blankly for a moment before finally understanding. His face turned green.
"—Mr. Weasley, we have unanimously decided to hold another election for the male prefect this term. The current prefect cannot satisfy Slytherin's pursuit of strength, so we wanted to ask you, the strongest pure-blood in Slytherin, whether you have any specific requirements for the male prefect?"
An upper-year student with slicked-back, glossy hair asked Vaughn respectfully.
As soon as he finished, another little snake, probably a sixth-year, immediately added, "Please forgive us for being unable to nominate you. You know the school rules: seventh-years and students below third year are not allowed to run for prefect. If you ask me, that rule is terrible, but for the moment we cannot defy the school's will. Please understand."
After saying that, he and several other little snakes looked at Vaughn