To continue our story, the Slytherin students were certain the House Cup was theirs, only to hear Dumbledore mention "last-minute points." The hall fell silent.
"First, to Mr. Ron Weasley. For showing outstanding courage in the face of the giant wizard chessmen."
"Therefore, I award Gryffindor fifty points."
At these words, the Gryffindors were overjoyed, swarming Ron, clapping him on the back and congratulating him.
While everyone celebrated, Hermione, ever meticulous, was calculating. Her brow furrowed. "But even with Ron's fifty points, we only have 362. Slytherin has 472."
No sooner had she spoken than Dumbledore continued, "Second, to Miss Hermione Granger. For solving the logic puzzle that even Professor Snape devised."
"Therefore, I award Gryffindor another fifty points."
In just a few sentences, Gryffindor had gained 100 points. Not just the students, but even Professor McGonagall, their Head of House, felt as if a hundred drummers were pounding on war drums in her heart.
When Fred and George heard this, how could they contain themselves? They snatched up their cutlery and banged on the plates and bowls, raising a din.
One sang in a high-pitched voice, the other stomped his feet in a dance, both mocking Snape.
"Oh All hail the Queen of Gryffindor"
"The old bat thought for a whole term But the Queen only needed an hour"
"A physical blow is temporary, but an intellectual blow is eternal~"
The two brothers danced around Hermione, humming their strange tune, until Hermione's ears were redder than coral and her face like a ripe grape.
The students from the other three houses, hearing Dumbledore's words, began to whisper, glancing sidelong at Snape.
"He's a professor, but he's not as smart as a first-year."
"I heard Potions requires the least amount of brainpower, just controlling variables..."
"No wonder he's the Potions Master..."
Though they were whispering, the sheer number of voices made the stray comments audible, and they reached Snape's ears, causing his face to twitch.
"Devised?" Snape looked at Dumbledore, his voice cold. "I seem to recall someone asking me not to make the riddle too difficult."
"Oh, my dear Severus, it is the end-of-year feast. Let the children be happy."
Dumbledore then boomed, "And last, Mr. Harry Potter! For rectifying an error I made in a moment of carelessness, and for defeating Quirrell, who sought to resurrect his dark master."
"Therefore, I award Gryffindor... sixty points!"
Dumbledore's additions had brought the Lion and Snake houses to a perfect tie.
A hundred Gryffindor throats roared, and a thousand eyes were fixed on the Headmaster, wishing he would loosen his grip and let just one more point fall, so the Lions could take the cup.
"Just one point! We're one point short!"
Percy's eyes were red. Forgetting his prefect's decorum, he yelled at the younger lions to somehow make another point.
The Snake wizards, realizing they would have to share the honor with Gryffindor, felt a fire ignite in their hearts. How could they tolerate this?
A prefect with a green scarf stood up. "In the history of Hogwarts, two houses have never shared the House Cup!"
"Even if Gryffindor's score is tied with ours, there should be an order!"
This was a sound argument, and the Slytherins all cheered in agreement.
As the Slytherins' arrogance surged, Harry just snorted, took a sip of pumpkin juice, and shouted, "It is precisely the latecomer who surpasses the old! Why don't you scoundrels yield to us!"
The Gryffindor heroes heard this and roared their support.
Dozens of professors sat at the high table, and hundreds of Snake wizards stood nearby. Malfoy, feeling bold, leaped up again and shrieked:
"Why should we listen to you? Just because you threw that stupid hat on the ground?"
In a quarrel, one must never be slow. Now that Harry had started the fight, his allies had to follow without hesitation. You guard my flank, I'll block his front—only then could they hold their ground.
Ron heard this and retorted, "Feeling brave now that you have people to protect you, Malfoy? Not afraid they'll hex you like they did during Flying class?"
This hit Malfoy's sore spot. He ground his teeth, his face flashing pale and green like a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on, a low growl in his throat.
After stewing for a few seconds, Malfoy yelled, "Ha! The lapdog who only follows Potter's arse has learned to speak!"
Fred and George, seeing Ron insulted, would not stand for it. They leaped up and roared. The Slytherins, seeing Malfoy bested, all started shouting. The Gryffindors, seeing this, did not dare slacken and yelled back.
Soon, both houses had forgotten the points and were just trading insults. The two houses lined opposite walls, with the Eagles and Badgers caught in the middle. The filthy words flew over their heads, making them miserable.
Hearing the insults grow viler, Dumbledore quickly cast a Sonorus charm and shouted, "Quiet! Little wizards, this is the end-of-year feast! Look at how you've upset the little Eagles and Badgers with your foul language!"
"Gryffindor and Slytherin, five points from each."
Seeing points deducted, the two sides finally, and angrily, fell silent.
Gryffindor's neighboring table was Ravenclaw, filled with clever people. A witch named Cho Chang, hearing this, had an idea. She called out:
"Wait! Professor Dumbledore! Although we are closer to Gryffindor, the ones who were actually bothering us were the Slytherins!"
The other houses had long suffered under Slytherin. Even if they couldn't win the cup themselves, they didn't want Slytherin to win it.
The other Ravenclaws heard this and chimed in, "That's right! The ones bothering us were the Slytherins!"
"The Gryffindors speak very pleasantly! They are all talented people! I wasn't bothered at all!"
"The Slytherins were just too loud!"
The Slytherins, suffering this unprovoked attack, could not stand it. "Slander! Head of House Snape, they are slandering us!"
"This is intentional!"
Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "While we should respect the victims' feelings... the Slytherins also have a point."
Before the Slytherins could smile, Dumbledore continued, "I will assume the little Eagles heard nothing. However, the little Badgers definitely heard you. Therefore, Slytherin loses five points."
A few grains of sand fell from the green hourglass. Dumbledore waved his wand, and all the banners and decorations in the hall turned crimson and gold.
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