Harry Potter and Master of Magic

No matter how reluctant you are, everyone has to face it.

The holidays are finally here!

Tonight is the end of term ceremony, and all Hogwarts teachers and students will celebrate in the Great Hall.

The little friends met Hagrid at the banquet, and the big man was very excited to see everyone.

"You little bastards! How dare you do such a dangerous thing?" He wiped his tears and said, "Fortunately you are all right, otherwise Dumbledore would have fired me."

He prepared a gift for Harry, a beautiful leather-covered album full of pictures of wizards, and the protagonists were the Harry family.

"Oh! Hagrid, you're so partial!" said Ron enviously. "Isn't it too much to prepare gifts for Harry alone?"

"I only know what Harry likes," Hagrid said, scratching his head. "You should tell me what you like, and I'll help you prepare next time. Oh! By the way, congratulations, your phoenix is ​​almost here. But you Have you figured out how to tame it? Mr. Zhang Hao?"

"I'm thinking about it," Zhang Hao said calmly, "If there is really no way, I think I can ask Dumbledore."

"Yes," agreed Hagrid. "You really should ask him. It's better than trying to figure it out on your own."

The banquet was about to begin, and the hall was filled with green and silver for Slytherin.

Those decorations were dazzling for Gryffindor, who had not won the House Cup for seven years in a row.

Oh! The same goes for Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

It has to be said that having a eccentric professor is a huge advantage in some respects.

"Hey! Are you two bastards happy?" Ron said jealously: "Seven years in a row of the Academy Cup, and this year's score is a big lead again. It seems that the eighth year is also yours, I guess your tail will definitely be up to the sky."

At the end of each period, the score is not announced.

But everyone knows that Slytherin must have a high score.

"Shouldn't you be proud? Weasley?" Draco said happily. "You losers will never experience the joy of winners."

The Gryffindor trio looked at each other silently, and finally they all looked at Zhang Hao, the resentment in their eyes was like a knife.

It's not that they don't work hard, but the enemy is too strong.

Everyone deducted the same points, and Zhang Hao won it back in class at any time.

And what about them?

Hermione is also working very hard, but Zhang Hao has one more potions class than her. How can this be done?

"Don't be discouraged, continue to work hard in the future." Zhang Hao attacked like a devil: "I haven't worked hard, how do I know that I can't do it?"

"Hao! Do you know?" Hermione said viciously like a little lion, "I want to bite you to death!"

...

Whether Hermione will really bite Zhang Hao to death is a question worth pondering.

Because she had no chance to do that for the time being, Dumbledore's speech saved Zhang Hao.

"Another year has passed!" the old man said cheerfully: "Before enjoying these delicious delicacies, I must trouble everyone to listen to an old man's cliché... Now, as far as I know, we must first carry out the awards of the Academy Cup. Ceremony. The specific scores for each house are as follows: fourth, Gryffindor, 312 points; third, Hufflepuff, 352 points; Slytherin, 422 points, Ravenclaw, 426 points."

Zhang Hao and Malfoy were each deducted 50 points before, and there were not many courses for Zhang Hao to score points in the later period, so the total score was lower than that of Ravenclaw.

The Ravenclaw students have begun to applaud wildly, and the other three houses are full of disappointment.

Especially Gryffindor, they ushered in an all-time low score.

Oh! They all want to put their faces in their pockets.

Especially Harry, who made Gryffindor such a low score, he has made great contributions!

"Yes! Well done,

Ravenclaw. Dumbledore also applauded, but he changed the subject and added: "But several recent events must also be counted. "

The auditorium became very quiet, and the smiles of the Ravenclaws faded.

"Cough!" Dumbledore cleared his throat and said solemnly: "I still have some final points to assign, let me see. By the way... First—Mr. Ron Weasley..."

Ron's joints swelled red all at once, like a sun-dried radish.

"Mr. Ron Weasley, he won the best game of chess at Hogwarts in many years, and I'll award fifty Gryffindors for that!"

The cheers of the Gryffindors nearly toppled the enchanted ceiling, and the stars above them seemed to quiver slightly.

Percy was calling out to the other prefects: "It's my brother, you know! My youngest brother! He passed Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard!"

They finally calmed down, and Dumbledore continued: "Second, Miss Hermione Granger, she calmly reasoned logically in the face of the fire, and I will reward Gryffindor fifty points."

Hermione wept with joy, covering her tears of excitement with her sleeves.

"Third, Draco Malfoy, he used his body as a pawn. This is a spirit of self-sacrifice. I want to reward Slytherin ten points."

Although it was only ten points, Draco was still stunned.

Slytherin's cheers failed to wake him from his sluggishness, the first time in his life he had received such accolades.

"Fourth, Harry Potter," Dumbledore said again, and the hall became extraordinarily silent.

"He showed fearless courage and self-sacrifice, and led the sniping of the dark wizard. For this, I also reward Gryffindor House with sixty points."

Gryffindor overtakes the score!

472 to 432!

The noise was deafening, and some people's voices were hoarse!

"Fifth, Mr. Zhang Hao..."

A sudden voice choked everyone's throats.

"He repented at the most critical moment and made a choice between his personal interests and the lives of others. He used superb magic to defeat an enemy far stronger than him. I reward him with fifty points!"

God is so repentant!

Zhang Hao thought helplessly: "That's just a simple multiple-choice question, where do I regret it?"

Slytherin scores go-ahead again!

But everyone didn't dare to cheer. Tonight's Academy Cup score was like a roller coaster. Who knows what else will be reversed?

All eyes were on Dumbledore, wondering how many points he had left.

"It seems that everyone is waiting..." Dumbledore said with a smile: "There are many kinds of courage. We need superhuman courage to deal with enemies, and it also requires great courage to stand up to our friends. Therefore, Finally, I'll reward Mr. Neville Longbottom with ten points!"

"who I am?"

"where am I?"

"What have I done?"

Neville has completely lost himself at this moment, his face is pale, this is the first time he has added points since the semester!

482 to 482!

Slytherin and Gryffindor draw again!

The entire auditorium fell into dead silence.

Any points?