Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 100
"After all, it's the year-end banquet, but how could I be absent on the day of the Academy Cup awards?" Hera straightened her cloak, not paying attention to Snape's venomous tongue.

"And I'm just a teaching assistant. The real professor should be Quirinus, right?"

Snape snorted, didn't say much, and turned his eyes to the entrance of the auditorium, as if something happened there suddenly.

In fact, not only Snape, but also other teachers and students in the auditorium fell silent, and the auditorium suddenly became silent.

Here comes Harry.

Then suddenly everyone started talking loudly again.

Many students stood up and stared at Harry, even the teachers at the guest table all stared at Harry intently.
Hera hugged her shoulders and looked at Hermione beside Harry with satisfaction.

Then he felt a burst of scorching eyes staring at him - Penello.

With a wry smile at the corner of her mouth, Hera withdrew her eyes, pretending to be suddenly interested in the silver and green decorations in the auditorium.

Fortunately, after a while, Dumbledore arrived, the noise in the auditorium gradually subsided, and the piercing gaze finally moved away from Hera.

Dumbledore sat down and didn't rush to speak, but blinked quietly in the direction of Hera and Snape.

I don't know why, but Hera didn't come to have a bad idea from the bottom of her heart.

But before Heraldo could think about it, Dumbledore said cheerfully, "Another year has passed. Before enjoying these delicacies to the fullest, I must ask everyone to listen to an old man's cliché. What a wonderful year! Your little brains must be richer than before."

Hera sighed, the purpose of his coming to the year-end banquet was to witness Slytherin's seven consecutive championships, not to hear the year-end summary from this bad old man.

Finally, Dumbledore got to the point.

"Now, as far as I know, we are going to hold the House Cup award ceremony first. The specific scores of each house are as follows, No.4, Gryffindor 310 two points; No.3, Hufflepuff 350 two points; Ravenclaw 420 six points, Slytherin 470 two points."

When Hera heard the score, she clapped her palms twice in satisfaction.As a professor, you still have to pretend on the surface.

Do not believe?

You see, Professor Snape looked calm as if Hufflepuff had won the House Cup, and even shook his head and sighed slightly, as if Slytherin had lost this year.

But in fact, Snape was the strongest support for Slytherin to win the Academy Cup.

If it weren't for his persistent insistence on deducting more than ten points from other houses in every class, it would definitely not be so easy for Slytherin to win the House Cup.

The students' performance was far more dramatic by comparison, and the Slytherin table erupted in thunderous cheers and stomping.

Even Draco was banging on the table vigorously with his goblet. If Lucius saw it, he might be punished for copying the house rules twenty times.

Dumbledore tapped the goblet lightly with the golden spoon, and the auditorium fell silent again.

Dumbledore's voice was not loud, and he spoke slowly, as if he was going to say something very unacceptable, "Yeah, yeah, good performance"

"However," Dumbledore's voice suddenly became louder, "the recent events must also be taken into account."

The auditorium suddenly became very quiet, and Hera looked over Snape anxiously at Dumbledore, but he didn't respond at all.

Only the muscles on Snape's face twitched slightly.

The smile on Hera's face suddenly disappeared, and she always felt like she was cheated by Dumbledore.?

"Uh, uh," Dumbledore cleared his throat, and all eyes were on him, "I have some last points to assign. Let me see, yes, the first one - Mr. Ron Weasley"

Hera held his breath, he suddenly realized something, how could Dumbledore's plan be so simple?
How could it be just to exercise the savior?
He wanted Harry to step on Quirrell's bones and kill people!
"It seems that the seven consecutive championships are gone," Hera murmured, Snape raised his eyelids, and gave Hera a cold look.

".Mr. Weasley won one of the best games of chess at Hogwarts in many years, for which I award Gryffindor House fifty points."

A roar of cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table, nearly knocking the enchanted ceiling down.

Even the stars overhead were trembling slightly.

Even though Hera was sitting at the guest table, Percy could be heard telling the other prefects loudly, "It's my brother, you know that."

Well, anyone can tell by the color of your hair that you are a family.

Hera's expression stinks like Snape's old bat, depressed and powerless to explain, Dumbledore's attitude is already obvious-Harry needs to become a hero.

Even Harry is only a first-year wizard.

Hera suddenly felt a little bored. Slytherin had worked so hard to win the House Cup for a whole school year, and in the end, it was just because of Dumbledore's preference that he was going to give it up to Gryffindor?
It's a little unfair indeed.

Hera sighed, and suddenly understood why Snape had that stinking face, probably. He must have guessed it a long time ago.

It took a long time for the auditorium to calm down again.

"For the second item—Miss Hermione Granger, she faced the fire and calmly reasoned logically. I will reward Gryffindor House with fifty points."

The Gryffindor students were so overjoyed that they almost knocked the ceiling down.

Hera said to Snape beside him in a low voice with a cold face, "I suddenly remembered something, I'm leaving first."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Snape's reaction, he directly lowered his body and quietly disappeared into the auditorium while everyone was immersed in cheers or silence.

Walking along the auditorium to the foyer, to the Forbidden Forest, even if Hagrid was attending the year-end banquet, Hera didn't have to worry about meeting other people at all.

The wind in summer is a bit cool, and the moonlight is bright and clear, but clouds continue to float over to cover the moon, making the earth plunge into darkness.

There were bursts of barking dogs not far away, Hera wrapped her cloak tightly, and walked briskly towards the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

Anyway, today it seems that Slytherin will not be able to witness the seventh consecutive championship, so it is better to seize the last day and go to the Forbidden Forest to harvest a wave of Galleons.

The idea of ​​working with that Gilderoy Lockhart guy next school year made Hella a little irritated.

That stupid, narcissistic Lockhart!
But fortunately, you can visit Nick Flamel during the holidays. Even if you can't get the inheritance, it's pretty good even if you go to the library to study.

　Thanks for the 100-point reward from Ah Gao!
　　Speaking of which, he is also an old book friend, and he has been around not long after signing the contract. He is the number one fan list, and he is very good!

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(End of this chapter)