The Little Superman of Hogwarts

The last week of the school year was uneventful. If anything special happened, it was that Harry Potter and the others woke up one after another. Seamus and Dean woke up first, followed by Ron, and finally Neville and Harry.

Harry had been unconscious for three full days and nights. When he woke up, Cree also went to see them, a little surprised to find that their magic had all improved significantly. Harry's magic had surged from less than 700 to around 1000, and the other four were in similar situations, with their magic power increasing by two or three hundred.

This made Cree speculate that perhaps this was the so-called "protagonist treatment"! Could there really be a "Child of Destiny"?

Because of Quirrell's death, several Aurors came to the school to investigate Quirrell's death...

Dumbledore attributed Quirrell's death entirely to the fake Quirrell. In his description, Hermione and Cree's names were completely omitted. Furthermore, in Dumbledore's version, the slovenly ghost, Rara, was also missing, replaced by Voldemort—Voldemort was the fake Quirrell. He disguised himself as Quirrell to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, but at the most critical moment, five young wizards, bearing armor, delayed Voldemort's plot, eventually waiting for Dumbledore to return to Hogwarts.

Because Voldemort was involved, the Minister of Magic even met with Dumbledore personally. However, the Minister of Magic still adopted an ostrich policy, refusing to believe that Voldemort was still alive—or rather, unwilling to believe it.

The entire incident was framed as an unknown bandit from outside the school attempting to seize the Sorcerer's Stone, ultimately defeated by five young wizards.

The Daily Prophet used an entire page in the second edition to tell the story of the [91st Legion's Battle Against Bandits].

For a time, Harry Potter's name once again became the focus of attention in the entire magical world.

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Because of being placed in detention, Cree went to Professor Flitwick as a volunteer. The work Professor Flitwick assigned was: transcribing the end-of-term grades!

Because the grades had to be permanently preserved using special ink, they could not be copied using magic and could only be handwritten.

Cree's writing speed shocked the small Professor Flitwick. Flitwick had originally scheduled three days for the transcription task, but Cree completed it in just three hours, transcribing the Charms class, theory class, and practical grades for all seven grades in the entire school.

"Professor Flitwick, can I leave now?" Cree asked casually, almost writing the words "I'm awesome" on his face.

"These grades are very important, and I must double-check them," Professor Flitwick carefully compared the results of the two copies.

Cree was helpless and said, "I can guarantee there are definitely no mistakes. I've already compared them just now."

Professor Flitwick didn't speak, but carefully compared them one by one with a quill, showing that Professor Flitwick was an extremely meticulous person. Although sometimes this small professor had some negative opinions about Cree, he was an excellent professor, conscientious in his work, and very responsible for his students. Cree also admired this, at least he couldn't achieve that level of precision.

"I have an idea. How about I take one copy, and you take one copy? I'll read it word by word, and you can just focus on one copy. That way, the speed can be doubled, okay?" Cree said.

"Okay!" Professor Flitwick handed one of the parchments to Cree.

"First year, Hannah Abbott, Theory A, Practical A, Overall grade A..." Cree read down line by line.

Professor Flitwick looked down at the transcribed version in his hand, occasionally looking up and down to compare. But soon, he suddenly noticed an abnormality.

"Mr. Feynman! Why aren't you looking at the parchment and instead looking out the window!" Flitwick glared at Cree.

"There's a bunch of couples dating outside the window, it's quite interesting... cough cough..." Cree realized he had said the wrong thing.

Cree quickly withdrew his gaze, looked down at the parchment, and prepared to continue reading. Just then, Professor Flitwick thought of something and asked with the transcript in his hand, "You were clearly looking out the window just now, but the grades you read out were not wrong. How is this possible?"

"How should I put it..." Cree wanted to make up a reason, but ultimately answered truthfully, "When I was transcribing just now, I already memorized all the grades. I was just reciting them just now."

"Reciting?" Flitwick thought he had gone deaf, otherwise he wouldn't have heard such an absurd explanation.

Cree pointed to his temple: "They're all in here."

Flitwick looked at Cree in disbelief, snatched the parchment from his hand, and said, "Continue reciting!"

What was there to be afraid of? Flitwick suspected that Cree was lying, so Cree could only continue to say, "Punt Castro, Theory A, Practical O, Overall grade E..."

Cree recited hundreds of names and grades. By the time he had finished reciting everyone in the first year, Professor Flitwick was stunned—not a single mistake.

That day, when Professor Flitwick sent Cree out of the office, he was a little dazed. It wasn't that he hadn't seen geniuses, but even if he took the most powerful character among the most outstanding [geniuses] he had ever seen, they simply couldn't compare to Cree.

Seven grades, a total of about 600 names, 1800 grades, memorized after transcribing them once, not only memorizing the corresponding scores, but even memorizing the order of the names.

Flitwick was already very old, but until today, he had experienced a sense of "heroic decline" for the first time. He stood at the office door, watched Cree walk past the corridor, smiled, and shook his head.

"Perhaps next school year, I should be nicer to him, after all, he only cut off a little of my hair," Flitwick muttered to himself.

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Finally, the end-of-year banquet arrived—possibly because Percy had been expelled, Gryffindor's house points were simply pitiful—especially because Cree and Hermione were caught out of bed at night, resulting in a deduction of a full one hundred points.

Gryffindor, 269 points; Hufflepuff, 342 points; Ravenclaw, 444 points; Slytherin, 480 points. This result was simply an insult to the Gryffindor lions! The Slytherin wizards were smug, especially the first-year wizards. Malfoy almost had the words "King's Contempt" engraved on his face.

The house-elves and the students of the school were setting up the venue together. One of the young wizards was encouraging Cree to make [Chinese-style dumplings] again for the banquet—the Spring Festival dumplings, only a few people had eaten them, and that delicious taste was unforgettable to everyone who had eaten them.

Cree wanted to refuse, but Hermione also wanted to eat them, so in the afternoon preparing for the banquet, Cree made enough dumplings for six hundred people to eat—ten dumplings per person, a total of more than six thousand.

In a pleasant atmosphere, the banquet began.