Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 15 Academy Cup

Dumbledore uses his wand to cast a spell on Hilbert, "Rapid Recovery"

Hilbert found that the wounds on his body were healing at an astonishing speed, and at the same time felt abundant physical strength.

"Headmaster, is that the Elder Wand in your hand?"

"Oh ⊙⊙!, what? You know?"

"Uh, I heard from my mother that the Elder Wand, one of the Three Deathly Hallows, is made of elderberry and the tail feathers of thestrals. It is the most powerful wand in the world. Produced by Ok Peverell."

"Well, that's right."

"Professor, sometimes it feels like you are the same as Voldemort but different." Dumbledore paused.

"Where is it the same and different?"

"You are just like Voldemort when it comes to taking advantage of others. For example, members of the Order of the Phoenix, some of them sacrificed their entire families to fight Voldemort, and some were tortured insane. But you have not even made any real compensation. .Like Neville's parents, you are the greatest White Wizard, why didn't you cure them?"

"...Then, it's different."

"Voldemort lacks love, and you have love."

"Hilbert, you don't know that the spell can stop the spell, but it can't eliminate or reduce the damage caused by the spell. Excessive use of the Cruciatus spell can make people go crazy or even die. The Longbottoms have been tortured by Death Eaters Crazy, this kind of injury is irreparable, so even if Merlin is alive, he can't save them."

"You can be discharged, Mr. Shafik!" Madam Pomfrey said with a smile after completing the examination of Hilbert.

"Thank you, Madam Pomfrey." Hilbert said as he walked out of the medical room quickly.He really couldn't bear the bitter smell of medicine in the medical room.Dumbledore squinted at Hilbert who was walking away.He said in a low voice, "What this child will do in the future will be earth-shattering. He can even be as famous as Harry or even surpass him." Dumbledore's words are correct. In the third grade, Taoist Lingxu's injuries were completely healed After he died, he came out of Hilbert's body and served as the professor of the newly established Chinese magic class at Hogwarts, and guided Hilbert to develop a potion that completely cured werewolves. At the age of 20, relying on his solid foundation in potions and the ability to skillfully master the use of Chinese magic, he finally made a healing potion for the Cruciatus Curse by combining the two.Received the Order of Merlin, First Class.This is all for later (spoilers in advance, give some recommendation tickets, monthly tickets to encourage it?)
As soon as he returned to the dormitory, Draco gave Hilbert a bear hug like a hungry tiger, which made Hilbert cough.

"Don't be like this, Draco, be nice to your brother, drink some water first, Hill. We all know about your confrontation with the mysterious man that night. You are so brave." Daphne said holding a glass of water.

"Do you know? When I passed out, I was not only thinking about my parents, my sister, but also one person, that is you, my favorite." Hilbert said with a smirk.

"Irregularity. I'll ignore you." Daphne blushed and punched Hilbert's chest with her small pink fist.

"Cough, cough, it hurts to death."

"Are you okay, I didn't mean to."

"Hey! I lied to you. The acting skills are not bad!"

At this time, Marcus Flint and all the Slytherins returned.

"Everyone be quiet, I have something to say. This year's Hogwarts House Cup, our Slytherin will win the seventh consecutive championship!" Hilbert shouted excitedly.

yeah!The cheers shook the mermaids in the black lake and scared them away.

It was already afternoon when Dumbledore came again.

"Good afternoon, Harry," said Dumbledore.Harry stared at him blankly, then suddenly remembered. "Sir! The Philosopher's Stone! It's Quirrell! He's got the Philosopher's Stone! Quick, sir—" "Don't get excited, my dear boy, what you're saying is a little out of date," said Dumbledore, "Quirrell didn't take to the Sorcerer's Stone. "So who got it? Sir, I—" "Harry, please calm down, or Madam Pomfrey will throw me out." "

Harry swallowed and looked around.He realized he was in a hospital.He was lying on a hospital bed covered with crisp white linen, and the table next to him was piled up like a hill, as if half a candy store had been moved here.

"It's all gifts from your friends and admirers. I heard that you made a bet with Mr. Shafiq at the cost of this year's Academy Cup?
"Yes principal, Gryffindor probably won't win the House Cup this year."

"How long have I lived here?"

"Three days. Mr. Ron Weasley and Miss Granger will be relieved to know you've woken up. They've been very worried."

"Where's Hilbert?"

"It's all good, he woke up earlier than the three of you. He has already returned to the dormitory."

As for the Philosopher's Stone, it has been destroyed. "

"Destroyed?" asked Harry, puzzled, "but your friend—Nicole May—"

"Oh, you still know Nicole?" Dumbledore asked, looking pleased. "You've made this very clear, haven't you? Well, Nicole and I had a chat and we agreed that It's the best way."

"But then he and his wife would be dead, wouldn't they?"

"They've got some elixirs in stock, enough for them to get things sorted out. And then, yeah, they're going to die."

Seeing the startled look on Harry's face, Dumbledore couldn't help smiling.

"I know it may seem unbelievable to someone your age; but to Nico and Perenal, death was actually like going to bed after a long day. And , to the sane mind, death is just another great adventure. You know, the Philosopher's Stone is not such a wonderful thing. With it, no matter how much wealth you want to have and how long you want to live, you can You can get your wish! These two things are what humans want most - the problem is, humans just like to choose what is least good for them."

Voldemort would try to make a comeback in other ways, wouldn't he? I mean, he didn't disappear, did he?"

"Yes, Harry, he hasn't disappeared. He's still hiding somewhere. Trying to make a comeback."

"So why can't Quirrell touch me?"

"Oh, it's an ancient spell, spelled with the power of love. Are you feeling better, Harry?"

"Hilbert! I'm fine, how are you?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry."

Why does Professor Snape hate me so much?
"I tell you, Harry, the reason my godfather hates you so much is because you look so much like your father, and your father and Professor Snape had a very bad relationship at school, just like you and Draco Like Malfoy. Professor Snape will think of your father when he sees you, so don’t expect him to be nice to you. And your mother Lily is my godfather’s teenage friend. Two people at the same time Enter Hogwarts. If your eyes didn't look like your mother, maybe you would be covered by Professor Snape and beat you up. If you looked like your mother, maybe Professor Snape would Treat you like your own child."

The amount of information in this passage is very huge for Harry, especially at the end, if Snape is like Mrs. Weasley, holding a pot of soup and calling himself out of the room to eat, when eating Enthusiastically adding food to himself, and knitting sweaters for himself in the office after class, Harry couldn't help shivering. (Allow me to laugh a little.)
What Harry heard today made his head hurt, and he needed to sort it out.

"I asked Mrs. Pomfrey. You will be discharged from the hospital later. The school will announce the results and award the college cup tonight. I will wait for you in the auditorium. Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Well, this is for you. From you, Hagrid." It looked like a fine, leather-bound book.Harry opened it curiously, and it was covered with pictures of wizards. , and on the first page are Harry's family of three. In the photo, Harry, who is less than one year old, is hugged by James Lily and his wife with a smile, and then looks forward with a smile. James Potter kisses Harry's Little head, while Lily kissed Harry's chubby little hand.Smiling and waving at him on every page are his father and mother.

Hagrid said, "I'll send an owl to your parents' old school friends, asking them for pictures. I know you don't have any of them. Do you like it?"

Evening, auditorium.

Professor McGonagall knocked on his glass and said, please be quiet.

The noise in the auditorium gradually died down.Dumbledore stood up and said, "Another year has passed." "Before we feast on these delicious meals, I must trouble everyone to listen to an old man's platitudes. What a year it has been! Your little ones There must be a lot more in your mind than in the past. There is a whole summer vacation waiting for you, so that you can digest those things well before the next semester starts, so that your mind can be freed. "Now, as far as I know, we will first The award ceremony of the Academy Cup must be held. The specific scores of each academy are as follows: No.4, Gryffindor, 310 two points; No.3, Hufflepuff, 350 two points; Ravenclaw, 420 six points, Slytherin 470 two points. "

There was a thunderous cheer and stomping across the Slytherin table.Harry saw Draco Malfoy banging his goblet on the table so hard it was disgusting. "Yeah, yeah, good performance." Dumbledore said, and there are a few things that happened recently, I have some points to reward.The first is for Mr. Ron Weasley" Ron's face flushed like a sun-baked carrot." He won the most exciting Hogwarts game in many years A game of chess, for which I award Gryffindor House fifty points. "Ron looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, then at Hilbert, and understood everything. Ron nodded to Hilbert to thank him. The cheers of the Gryffindors almost lifted the enchanted ceiling Turned over. The stars above their heads also seemed to be shaking slightly. Percy can be heard telling the other prefects loudly: "It's my brother, you know! My youngest brother! Passed Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard Array!" Everyone finally calmed down again. "The second item——Miss Hermione Granger faced the fire and calmly reasoned logically. I want to reward Gryffindor House with fifty points. "Hermione also looked at Hilbert and understood that Hilbert gave them the points. Although Hermione proposed the method of resisting the devil's net, it was Hilbert who cast the spell! The Gryffindors were all ecstatic, jumping up and down the table - they'd improved a whole hundred points!
"Item Three - Harry Potter," said Dumbledore.The auditorium suddenly became extremely silent. "He showed daring and courage, for which I would like to award Gryffindor House sixty points." The noise was deafening.Those of you who were shouting hoarsely while still counting marks in your head knew that Gryffindor was now at 470 two points - exactly the same as Slytherin's. "There are many types of courage," Dumbledore smiled. "We need superhuman courage to deal with the enemy, and it also takes a lot of courage to stand our ground in front of friends. Therefore, I want to reward Neville Mr. Button very much." - "Dumbledore, the old cunning man, must have forgotten everything he promised you!" Taoist Lingxu said anxiously.Hilbert was also anxious, frowning at Dumbledore.

"There is also a score award. To Mr. Hilbert Shafik. You took the advantage of Slytherin, faced danger, and saved your classmates. Your brave spirit is worth learning from, and you won Hogger with your excellent grades." Watts Final Exam No.1, I would add - ten for Slytherin. Congratulations to Harry Potter, Mr. Hilbert Shafik for winning the Hogwarts Special Contribution Gold Medal, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger won the Silver Medal for Exceptional Contribution and Neville Longbottom won the Gryffindor Medal of Courage. One copy of their honor will be given to each of them, and the other will be placed in the Hogwarts Medal Room for students to display .Now congratulations to Gryffindor and Slytherin for winning the House Cup together!" Dumbledore clapped his hands, and half of the streamers hanging from the ceiling turned silver and emerald, and the other half turned gold and red.

Snape was shaking Professor McGonagall's hand, forcing an awkward smile on his face.His eyes met Harry's, and Harry understood instantly that Snape's attitude towards him hadn't changed in the slightest.And when Snape looked at Hilbert, he was full of smiles.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Hilbert was lifted up by all the ecstatic Slytherins and thrown into the sky vigorously.That night, two voices echoed in the Hogwarts Great Hall: Gryffindor's "We finally won the House Cup!" and Slytherin's "We won it seven times in a row!"

The next morning, the results of the final exam came out. Hilbert Shafik won Hogwarts No.1 with seven outstanding (O) scores, while Hermione got No.3 and No. 1 in the whole year. .[-].Neville's grades in Herbalism made up for the points he had lost in Potions, and Crabgore passed the exam with the help of Hilbert's cheating.

It seemed that all of a sudden, their wardrobes were empty, their stuff packed into their trunks, and Neville's toad was found hiding in the corner of the bathroom.Notices were sent out to each student, warning them not to use magic during the break ("I keep hoping they forget to send this to us," said Fred Weasley regretfully).Hagrid was in charge of leading them aboard the convoy across the lake.Now, they have boarded the Hogwarts Express, chatting and laughing all the way, watching the countryside outside the window getting greener and tidier.The train passed through Muggle town after town, they ate bibimbap, took off their wizard robes, and put on jackets and jackets; finally, the train stopped at King's Cross station at nine and three quarters platform. "Will you write to me during the holidays, Hill." Daphne said.

"Of course I will, and I will go to your house to meet my future mother-in-law."

"Damn! Glib guy."

Hermione Granger looked at Hilbert and Daphne who were walking in the front, and the originally smiling expression on her face suddenly changed, as if she had encountered something unhappy.Immediately, they chatted and laughed with Harry Ron again. "Have a - er - happy holiday," Hermione said to Hilbert. "I think I will. My father wrote to say that he was promoted to duke, and you will have to call me Mr. Little Duke in the future. Ye wish you a happy holiday."

　The author felt that the first volume ended with flowers, and the author felt a little too soon. In the next volume, Taoist Lingxu will come out ahead of time instead of waiting for the third volume. What kind of sparks are we looking forward to between Western magic and Chinese fairy art?In addition, I would like to thank Beiyu Ruofan and Xuepan for their recommendation votes, thank you, thank you, please continue to support me in the next volume.

　　


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