Harry's Jealousy

"All right, you still haven't answered my question.

If you were the king, which answer would you choose?"

"Isn't it obvious? The second prince!"

"The second one!"

"That was way too easy," the three of them said at once.

Seeing that his mother had remained silent, Harry suddenly thought of a possibility. "Wait, Zacharias didn't get it wrong, did he?

He may be an asshole, but he isn't an idiot.

Given a Hufflepuff's personality, he should obviously pick the second prince!"

"There's something I forgot to mention.

In that state, he had forgotten almost everything.

All that remained was the common sense that made up his personality and way of thinking.

This tested his true nature." Lily patted her head and stuck out her tongue.

She did not seem like a married woman of many years at all.

Instead, she looked like a sixteen-year-old girl.

"I see.

Then he probably chose the eldest.

Zacharias is a Hufflepuff, after all.

No matter how bad a Hufflepuff is, he can't be that bad," Harry said with certainty.

"That's not the important part, is it?

The important part is that slaves in that era had easier jobs than wizards do now!" Ron, once a poor child, complained.

"But they had no freedom. And no wages," Neville pointed out what he saw as the flaw in Ron's argument.

"That's not the point! It only proves one thing: modern wizards are being exploited!" Ron, now a capitalist, roared back.

"All right, all right." Seeing that the two were about to start arguing, Harry quickly looked at Lily. "Mum, can we go now?

You've said everything that needed to be said, right?"

"No, there's one more thing." Lily raised a finger. "I also wanted to ask whether you've seen a ghost named Zhou Yi."

"A ghost?"