Connor's Hogwarts

A few days later, huge banners of Ravenclaw hung all over the auditorium. This year's school auditorium is sky blue that belongs to Ravenclaw.

This year's Quidditch Cup, Ravenclaw is the champion again, and due to various reasons, such as the reduction of bullying in the college, the prefects of each college will basically betray someone, and the professors will also be betrayed by someone. Bribery..., Ravenclaw's house points have always been very high, and there are no cheating teammates like Slytherin or Gryffindor, so there are basically no point deductions.

So so far, the one with the highest score in the academy is actually me, Ravenclaw.

All the Ravenclaw students were very happy, except for one person

"Connor, why are you so depressed?" Roger probed his head and asked curiously.

Connor twisted his mouth and smiled bitterly: "It's nothing... I didn't sleep well last night..."

Connor felt bitter in his heart, but he didn't talk too much. He couldn't tell Roger that Dumbledore was an old coin, he would bend the law for personal gain, and he would force Gryffindor to get the full score, and we were just poor foils.

In fact, when something that doesn’t belong to you is taken by someone else, you won’t feel too uncomfortable. But when something that should belong to you is cut off, the sadness is unimaginable.

"Ha, Connor, look, it's Harry Potter. Connor, do you think he really drove away Professor Quirrell who wanted to steal something?" Roger said, pointing to Harry who was approaching the auditorium.

Several versions of Harry's Bizarre Adventure have been published in the past few days, and everyone is waiting for the "authoritative certification" of the next weekly report.

"Hmm, I recorded a video of their breakthrough. If you want to watch it, I'll show it to you later."

"You didn't say it sooner"

"You didn't ask, besides, I have already thrown the material to the news department."

There was a lot of noise and discussion in the auditorium, and it didn't quiet down until Dumbledore appeared.

"Another year has passed." Dumbledore stepped forward and began his year-end speech seemingly happily, and then quickly talked about the Academy Cup.

"Now, as far as I know, the specific scores of each house are as follows: No.4, Gryffindor, 310 two points; No.3, Hufflepuff, 420 two points; No.2, Slytherin, 470 two points; No.1, Ravenclaw, 480 six points."

There was warm applause and whistles in the auditorium.

"Yes, yes, well done." Dumbledore raised his hand, "However, several recent events must also be taken into account."

The auditorium suddenly became very quiet. Connor hung his head and ate the steak, but felt that the steak in his mouth was tasteless.

"Uh, ahem," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have some final points to distribute, let me see. By the way...the first item, Mr. Ron Weasley...he Having won one of the most exciting monster cards in Hogwarts this year, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he wins the Monster Cup in the future, and I award fifty points to Gryffindor House for that.”

The cheers of the Gryffindors nearly knocked the enchanted ceiling down.The stars above their heads also seemed to be trembling slightly.

You could clearly hear Percy shouting loudly: "It's my brother. As you know, my youngest brother passed the giant monster card array arranged by Professor McGonagall."

Connor's dead fish eyes became more and more vivid. Why could a kid who won a game get fifty points at once? Dumbledore was so shameless.

Everyone finally calmed down again, only to hear Dumbledore continue to say:

"The second item, Miss Hermione Granger...well, a smart child, not only has extraordinary knowledge, but she can also calmly carry out logical reasoning in the face of fire. I want to reward Gryffindor House for this." fifty points."

The Gryffindor students were ecstatic, jumping up and down around the dining table. They had gained a full hundred points.

Connor sighed like a park man. Why can't I, Uncle Connor, who has developed scroll magic and won the third-class Merlin Order, not get [-] extra points? Dumbledore is not a good person.

"The third Harry Potter" when Dumbledore read Harry's name, the auditorium suddenly became extremely quiet, "...he showed fearless courage and extraordinary courage. For this, I also want to Reward Gryffindor House sixty points"

The uproar was deafening, a bunch of Gryffindors shouting hoarsely.

Gryffindor is now 470 two points, which is exactly the same as Slytherin's score.It was indeed enough to drive them wild with excitement.

Connor propped his face in one hand, just wanting to end the meeting quickly.

Dumbledore raised a hand, and the hall fell silent again.

"There are many kinds of courage," Dumbledore smiled. "We need superhuman courage to deal with our enemies, and it also takes a lot of courage to stand up for ourselves in front of our friends. Therefore, I would also like to reward Neville Longbottom. Sir...ten"

Neville's face turned pale with surprise, and he was suddenly overwhelmed by the crowd that rushed to hug him.He has never won a point for Gryffindor.

If anyone was standing outside the Great Hall at the moment, they might have thought that there was an explosion, and the cheers from the Gryffindor table rose more and more.

Connor shook his head and drank his cup of tea with a wry smile. The eaglets around him also sensed that something was wrong. Their gazes at Gryffindor lost enthusiasm and became vigilant, as if they were looking at a traitor.

"at last..."

At this moment when you arrived, the eaglets of Ravenclaw were staggered, and the eyes they looked at the old headmaster lost their usual respect.

Dumbledore put down his hand and smiled: "Let's start the year-end dinner."

The air was silent at first, and then erupted into a bigger round of cheers. The final result was that Ravenclaw ranked first with a gap of four points, and the Academy Cup still belonged to Ravenclaw.

Ok

Connor's expression was very exciting, he turned his head to look at the rostrum, and Dumbledore returned a charming smile.

Connor couldn't stand the grievance, he took out his Facebook and questioned Dumbledore.

Connor: Aren't you going to give the House Cup to Gryffindor? What does this mean now?

Dumbledore, a bespectacled fox wearing a trendy nightcap and sexy stockings: When did I say I would give the House Cup to Gryffindor.

Connor: Ha, isn't this your savior plan? Do you think you are taking my feelings into consideration? You know I never care about these things. There is no need to give the championship to Ravenclaw.

Dumbledore on the stage glanced at Connor lightly, then lowered his head and played Facebook again.

Dumbledore: Don't think too much, I don't mean to take care of you, it's better to say that Gryffindor won't win the championship is my original intention.

Connor:

Dumbledore: Harry, he seems a little overconfident. I can't let him get too carried away.

Connor looked at Dumbledore, and then at the limited-edition strong version of Harry with two prominent pecs on the Gryffindor long table in his school uniform robe.

Connor seems to understand something