[HP Comprehensive UK and US] Platinum Stark

After arriving at the headmaster's office, Dumbledore did not choose to start a conversation quickly, but instead asked the elf to deliver two delicious lunches.

Alicia didn't bother to be polite with him. She just picked up the fork and started to enjoy her first bite of steak in three days.

Seeing that the girl was eating faster and faster, Dumbledore knew that she was really hungry, and the smile in his eyes became more genuine.

It is worth mentioning that the girl's movements are still as smooth as flowing water, and do not feel rude at all.

It was only after lunch that the main topic began.

"Alicia, may I call you that?" Although it was a question, Dumbledore's tone was clearly unquestionable. After all, even Voldemort insisted on calling her by her Christian name.

Alicia didn't respond to his words. For the first time, she abandoned her usual beating around the bush and said directly, "You deliberately arranged for Quirrell to come in, didn't you?"

She knew she couldn't outsmart Dumbledore, so in this situation, playing it straight was the best option.

Dumbledore did not rush to interrupt the girl. He just stared at the girl in front of him quietly, and a trace of helplessness flashed across his eyes that symbolized wisdom.

"The Halloween troll, the hiding place of the Philosopher's Stone, the Mirror of Erised, and Harry Potter. Oh, by the way, I'm afraid you already know why the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest died." The girl put her aggressive attitude on the table. "You really put a lot of effort into defeating the Dark Lord - what part of your plan am I?"

"I'm glad you made the right choice, Alicia." Dumbledore poured two cups of tea without changing his expression. "You are a smart child."

The purpose of the girl's words is not just to vent her emotions, and the significance of the challenge is not to accuse, but to facilitate better negotiations.

Two people who have reached the point of negotiation will probably become open allies from then on.

Dumbledore immediately exposed the girl's ultimate purpose - he also abandoned the roundabout strategy.

Alicia was at a loss for a moment when she saw that he did not play by the rules, but she quickly adjusted her mindset: "You are the headmaster of Hogwarts, not Potter's protector. You should know that my father is the person with the most say in the school board."

If he couldn't keep himself safe, then Dumbledore would lose the chance to set up a plan at Hogwarts - something her father definitely had.

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Alicia saw Dumbledore again at the end-of-term dinner.

The flag symbolizing Slytherin was hung in the hall, and every student at the long table where she was was extremely excited, especially the seventh-year seniors, who looked like they had prepared some grand cheering ceremony.

This year's College Cup belongs to them, they have the most gems!

Seven consecutive championships!

After Professor McGonagall tapped the goblet gently to quiet everyone down, Dumbledore stood up and announced with a smile: "Another year has passed, and it's time for us to award the house cup..."

The Slytherin students were particularly happy tonight. They sat on the benches, looking at each other in tacit understanding.

"At the top of the list is Slytherin with 472 points."

"Great!" There was warm applause from the Slytherin table, and the pride on their faces almost overflowed.

This is seven consecutive championships!

The other houses were not in high spirits. They clapped intermittently and were not at all happy about Slytherin winning the championship.

At this moment, Dumbledore changed the subject: "However, recent events must also be taken into consideration. I have some final points to add."

Students from the other three colleges turned their heads curiously and looked towards the teaching seats, anticipating the principal's next speech.

Alicia had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Miss Hermione Granger, for calmly using her wits when her companions were in danger, she is awarded fifty points."

"The next is Mr. Ronald Weasley..."

"Mr. Harry Potter..."

"And Neville Longbottom..."

Dumbledore immediately added 160 points to Gryffindor, which was ironically only 10 points more than Slytherin.

The only thing that is the opposite of Gryffindor's atmosphere is Slytherin now.

For example, Draco's face was so dark that it was unbearable to look at, but no one complained at this critical moment - they felt humiliated and angry.

To humiliate them at the Academy Cup dinner just to promote the savior? This is ridiculous.

Snape glanced at Dumbledore coldly. No one understood Dumbledore's favoritism towards Gryffindor better than him - he had realized this deeply during his student days.

To everyone's surprise, Dumbledore seemed to have not finished adding up the points: "Finally, it is Miss Alicia Malfoy. When faced with the choice between ease and justice, she made an admirable choice. Fifty points are awarded."

"So, the winner of this year's House Cup is still Slytherin."

He smiled at the girl in a friendly manner, but Alicia just raised her chin and did not respond in kind.

"Ahhhh, Alicia!" Pansy jumped up excitedly. She hugged her best friend tightly and looked like she was about to cry for joy.

It’s no wonder she was exaggerating. Anyone who experienced such ups and downs in a short period of time would dance with joy for a while.

With her start, everyone else stopped being reserved. Some threw their hats, some cheered, and the students proudly launched streamers. Finally, a line of dark green letters floated above the entire auditorium.

"Toslytherin!"

To Slytherin.

The seventh-year male prefect took a gulp of his drink and shouted, "Alicia Malfoy!"

Suddenly, her name resounded throughout the auditorium.

Merlin, someone please save her.

Alicia twitched her lips, turned her head, stared at Draco, and threatened: "If you dare to follow them and make trouble..."

"Alicia, are you shy?" Draco smiled slyly and asked in a straightforward manner, "Ah, hey, hey, don't do it. But Thea, although I am very happy to win the house cup, but... I never want you to put yourself in danger."

The girl snorted unhappily and stuffed a piece of strawberry pie directly into her brother's mouth, stopping his subsequent somewhat sensational concern: "What are you thinking about? When has Malfoy ever really suffered a loss?"

Suddenly, there was a big noise at the Gryffindor table - Harry, Hermione, Ron and others all gave Alicia sincere applause.

The twins whistled without hesitation, and as the Slytherins threw their hats together, they shouted in unison: "Hey, don't get me wrong."

"Not for Slytherin, for the best Alicia!"

"And our brave little lions!"

Under the deliberate guidance of the two boys, the auditorium instantly became lively, and the continuous applause and blessings could no longer tell who they were for.

The professors all smiled lovingly at this rare scene, and even Snape couldn't help but relax his brows - of course, it was undeniable that his joy came from the college cup.

Across the crowd, Alicia clearly saw Fred and George waving. She raised her eyebrows and raised her glass to show her gratitude.

This feeling is not bad.