Although becoming a Prefect did mean taking on plenty of tedious and troublesome work, along with the responsibilities that came with it,
the sacrifice of personal time also came with some very decent benefits, aside from the advantage it gave for one's future career.
And those benefits really were excellent. The perks enjoyed by Prefects at every level were not merely enviable, they were enough to make other people green with jealousy.
Among them, the Prefects' bathroom was one special facility that ordinary students could not use whenever they pleased...
It was said that everything inside that bathroom was made of pure white marble.
And the most important part, the enormous bath itself, took up enough space to rival a small swimming pool. Even if all the Prefects from every year came in to use it at once, there would still be more than enough room, almost to the point of feeling empty.
Mm... in fact, there really was a diving board beside the bath.
According to those with experience, around a hundred golden taps lined the edge of the rectangular pool, supplying both hot and cold water. Not only that, each tap handle was set with a different-colored jewel.
Just imagining it was enough to conjure up the image of a lavish bathroom used for bathing alone...
But aside from that enviable Prefects' bathroom, what ordinary students envied even more was the fact that Prefects got their own private room and no longer had to share with anyone else.
That was right.
Once you became a Prefect, you got your own little private space. Life at school no longer meant squeezing in with other people, or putting up with their habits and way of living.
You would not even need to be so secretive when getting up in the morning anymore.
That perk alone, having a room of your own, was enough to make young wizards fight tooth and nail to become a Prefect....
...
Tonight, Pansy and Hermione had come to Draco's Prefect room.
In fact, this was not the first time the girls had been in Draco's room. If anything, they were very familiar with it, so familiar that you could even spot a few little things in the room that belonged to them....
The moment they stepped into this space filled with Draco's presence, the first things that caught the eye were the snow-white linen curtains and the entire row of bookshelves that nearly reached the ceiling.
If you looked closely, you would find that almost all the books on those shelves were about dragons.
Turn your head, and on the other side of the bookshelves was a large bed for Draco to rest on. It looked spacious enough for three people to sleep in without feeling crowded...
Of course, Draco had not brought Pansy and the others here today to sleep with them or do anything naughty.
He had proper business to attend to.
Seated around the room's only small table, Draco and the others had placed a Pensieve and a small vial gleaming with silver light on top of it...
Pansy leaned in close to the little vial. "So we're going into this memory in a moment? Horace's?"
"It's Professor Horace! When are we starting? I can't wait any longer."
"I'm saying, Granger, can you take this seriously? We're not here to play."
"...You're the least qualified person to say that to me."
Hermione rolled her eyes at once.
She had not forgotten that the moment Miss Parkinson stepped into the room, Pansy had immediately thrown herself onto Draco's bed and rolled around on it several times.
That infuriating... shamelessly immature display had made Hermione furious at the time.
If she had not dragged her off the bed right then and there, Pansy might still be rolling around on Draco's bed even now.
So Pansy was the last person qualified to criticize her...
In any case.
Knowing very well that he absolutely should not casually get involved in a war between girls, Draco hurriedly reached out and picked up the little vial filled with Horace's memory.
"If you're ready, then let's begin."
With that, Draco carefully poured the silver liquid inside into the Pensieve in front of him.
It was worth mentioning that this Pensieve seemed never to have been used before, so before entering it, Draco and the others did not need to swirl it first.
In other words, all Draco and the others had to do now was plunge their heads into the Pensieve.....
...
The Pensieve was not large, but it was just big enough for Draco and the others to use together.
Still, the sight of their heads pressed together had a strangely amusing quality to it, and yet at the same time, there was also something oddly harmonious about it....
The three of them bent down together and immersed their faces in the memories inside the Pensieve.
As the cold sensation washed over him and he felt that hollow, falling sensation, Draco realized he was already standing in front of someone.
Pansy and the others, who had landed beside Draco as well, opened their eyes and saw that wizard the moment they came to themselves...
It was Professor Horace, only younger.