Harry Potter and the Badger Who Can’t Magic

Although the injury has not yet healed, Auston and Harry were allowed to attend the end of the school year banquet at the request of Headmaster Dumbledore.

"I still don't think you two are ready enough to go into that crowded auditorium." The last time Madam Pomfrey examined them, she still didn't think they should go to the banquet.

"Please, Madam Pomfrey, we're ready!" Harry was a little anxious, the buttons on his shirt were all twisted.

The wound on Auston's leg was no longer visible, and the knife on his chest was only pale pink, but Madam Pomfrey was always making a fuss.

When she finally finished the examination, Auston and Harry escaped from the school infirmary.

The two of them ran into Hagrid as soon as they came downstairs. As soon as he saw them, he began to weep bitterly, constantly repenting to them that he was not strict with his mouth, and that Quirrell had tricked him out of his secret.

The two of them took a lot of effort to appease Hagrid, seeing that Hagrid still had something to say to Harry. Auston avoided it, and waited for Harry in the hallway.

From a distance, you can already hear the loud voices in the auditorium. At this time, it's really not good to go in alone and steal the limelight.

After a while, Harry and Hagrid finished chatting. As he approached Auston, he had a fine, leather-bound book in his hand.

Harry's face was still covered with some tears.

"This is a photo of my parents, do you want to see it?"

Auston pursed his lips and nodded. He took over the beautiful photo album. There were large and small photos in it. The photos were of Lily and James Potter happily embracing each other.

Auston sighed softly, feeling deeply sad for Harry. Lily and James Potter are his closest people, but he can only understand his parents in the words of others.

Auston patted him on the shoulder and returned the album to him, "Okay, buddy, your worst enemy is dead, and all the unpleasantness is over. Next is a pleasant banquet time."

Auston dragged him into the auditorium. It was already full of people.

The auditorium was redecorated in yellow and black for Hufflepuffs to celebrate their Academy Cup win after fifty years. On the wall behind the guest of honor was a huge banner with a Hufflepuff badge.

As soon as they walked in, there was a sudden silence in the auditorium, and then suddenly everyone started talking loudly again.

Auston and Harry walked down the aisle in the center of the auditorium until Auston saw Justin and separated from Harry. Harry also walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat between Ron and Hermione, pretending not to notice that people were standing up and staring at him.

After Auston was seated, he kept looking at the Slytherin table, and every time Slytherin met his gaze, he immediately avoided it with disgust as if he had seen something dirty. He guessed it was because Hufflepuff stole their sixth consecutive Academy Cup.

He didn't laugh until he saw Delphi, and Delphi also responded to him with a brilliant smile, her eyes were full of pride.

"Hey, bro! Our dean said it was our first Academy Cup in fifty years! We were allowed to sleep a little later today, and Cedric ordered several cases of Butterbeer from Hogsmeade! They'll deliver it when the party is over. Come here, we have to celebrate again before going to bed!" Justin said excitedly, dragging Auston's robe.

He lowered his head and smiled bitterly. The ownership of the Academy Cup has already been decided, and he really can't tell his classmates now.

Soon, Dumbledore came, the noise in the auditorium gradually subsided, and the banquet began.

"Another year has passed!" said Dumbledore gleefully. "Before enjoying these delicacies, I must trouble you to listen to an old man's cliché. What a year it has been! Surely in your little brains It’s a bit richer than it used to be. There’s a whole summer waiting for you, so you can digest those things and clear your minds before the next semester starts.”

He glanced at Auston with gleaming eyes, and continued, "Now, as far as I know, we must first have the House Cup award ceremony, and the specific points for each house are as follows: Fourth place, Gryffindor, Three hundred and seventy-three points; in third place, Ravenclaw four hundred and twelve points; Slytherin four hundred and twenty-six points, and Hufflepuff four hundred and sixty-three points."

There was a thunderous roar of cheers and stomps at the Hufflepuff table, and Ernie and Hannah even stood up to applaud. Professor Sprout, who was sitting on the faculty seat, was also blushing, constantly receiving congratulations from Professor McGonagall.

"Yeah, yeah, well done," said Dumbledore. "However, a few recent events have to be counted." The auditorium became very quiet, and the Hufflepuffs' smiles faded. .

coming! Auston stared intently at Dumbledore.

"Uh, uh," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have some final points to assign. Let me see. By the way, number one, Mr. Ron Weasley!" Ron's face snapped. It rose red, and the whole Gryffindor table was listening.

"He won the best game of chess at Hogwarts in many years, and I give Gryffindor fifty points for that."

The cheers of the Gryffindors nearly toppled the enchanted ceiling. The stars above their heads also seemed to be shaking slightly.

In the distance, Percy could be heard shouting to the other prefects, "It's my brother, you know! My youngest brother! Passed Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard!"

Everyone finally calmed down again. "The second item, Miss Hermione Granger. She faced the fire and reasoned calmly. I will reward Gryffindor House with fifty points."

Just add a hundred points to Gryffindor, and they've already surpassed Hufflepuff by ten points. Everyone at Hufflepuff had a livid face.

"Dumbledore is so unfair, didn't you almost lose your life!" Justin slapped the table angrily.

"The third item, Harry Potter," Dumbledore continued. The auditorium suddenly became extraordinarily silent. "He has shown daring courage and extraordinary courage, and for that, I'll reward Gryffindor House with sixty points!"

There was a commotion on Hufflepuff's table. Someone had already started throwing glasses, and the prefect reluctantly stopped that.

"The fourth item, Alston Brown." Dumbledore turned to Hufflepuff's table and looked at a group of little badgers through his golden eyes, "I believe you already know that Mr. Brown, in order to destroy Voldemort, used the sharp The blade of the sword plunged into his own heart. He will die with him."

Although many students shuddered when they heard the words "Voldemort"~www.NovelMTL.com~, they all looked at Auston with admiration. He blushed for a while.

"Fortunately, Voldemort died and our hero returned to our midst. For his fearless spirit, I've decided to reward Hufflepuff with seventy points!"

Dumbledore's words made the Hufflepuffs cheer again.

Now the two colleges have more than the same grades. The students of the two colleges also began to wonder who could win the college cup.

"There are many kinds of courage," Dumbledore smiled. "We need superhuman guts to deal with our enemies, and it takes a great deal of courage to stand our ground in front of our friends. Therefore, I would like to reward Mr. Neville Longbottom. very."

If anyone was standing outside the auditorium at this moment, they might have thought that there was an explosion here, and the cheers from the Gryffindor table rose from wave to wave. They stood up and cheered loudly, only to see Neville turning pale in surprise and being overwhelmed by the crowd that came up to embrace him.

And it was much quieter at the Hufflepuff table, and although Auston scored them another seventy, they still lost the House Cup.

This made this group of little badgers feel lost.

"Furthermore," Dumbledore continued, clearing his throat, "in order to commend Mr. Brown's bravery and spirit of seeing death, I have decided to reward him with the latest personal broom, Nimbus 2001, four!"

This finally healed the wounded hearts of a group of little badgers.

The latest Nimbus 2001! Still four! That's not a small amount!

Especially the people in the team, if there were broomsticks here, they would have been riding up to the auditorium excitedly.

Professor Sprout's expression finally softened. However, this time it was her who congratulated Professor McGonagall.

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