bacchusnovels Chapter 82 Year-End Dinner
Chapter 82 Year-End Dinner
Dumbledore smiled when Sean mentioned Defense Against the Dark Arts next semester.
He laughed heartily and even coughed twice.
"Guess what I overheard the students saying in the castle just now?" Dumbledore wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes from laughing, and continued, "They said that if they wanted you to continue as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, they could find some prisoners from Azkaban to share the power of the curse with you."
"Is there really a curse?" Sean asked.
Dumbledore sighed and replied, "Who knows? Ever since I rejected Voldemort, no Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has been able to teach for more than a year."
Sean hesitated for a moment: "Then I..."
Dumbledore winked at Sean: "Why don't we talk about your position before the start of next semester, Professor Phillips?"
After Sean left, the smile on Dumbledore's face gradually disappeared like a thin mist blown away by the autumn wind, replaced by a thoughtful and solemn look in his deep eyes.
Yes, just as you would expect.
He has just reached an important deal with Phillips.
He knew better than anyone that the magical world had few days of peace left.
Similarly, the time left for him was also quietly slipping away, like grains of sand in an hourglass, slipping through his fingers one by one, impossible to hold back.
After an unknown amount of time, Dumbledore finally broke free from that statue-like stillness.
His movements appeared somewhat slow, but each step was firm and powerful.
He slowly walked to the window, his gaze passing through the glass to the bustling Hogwarts in the distance, and even further away—to the land he had guarded for countless days and nights, which now appeared both exceptionally clear and distant in his eyes, yet his heart was filled with worry...
......
On the third day.
Hogwarts held its final Quidditch match of the semester.
The match will be between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw.
In the original story, without Harry, the Gryffindor team was utterly defeated by the Ravenclaw team.
But in this reality, the situation changed dramatically because of Harry's appearance.
Cho Zhang, also a Seeker, should have been the star of the game, but Harry's presence seemed to overshadow her.
In the final moments of the game, Harry, with his exceptional flying skills and keen observation, successfully captured the Golden Snitch.
The cheers from the crowd surged like a tidal wave, and Gryffindor rightfully won.
Harry became a hero in the public eye, and his figure stood out in the crowd.
However, amidst this celebratory atmosphere, Zhang Qiu felt a sense of loneliness and sadness.
She stood silently to the side, watching Harry surrounded by the crowd, her heart filled with mixed emotions. She was proud of her team and happy for Harry, but at the same time, she couldn't hide her inner disappointment.
Seeing the little witch under his command looking so sad, Sean felt very sorry for her.
This semester, he was busy torturing Bella and educating Tonks, and paid far too little attention to these class representatives.
Perhaps next semester, he should do something to help them.
......
The year-end banquet takes place on the night the Quidditch match concludes.
When Harry arrived at the Great Hall, it was already full of people.
The Great Hall was newly decorated in Slytherin's green and silver to celebrate their seventh consecutive House Cup victory.
On the wall behind the main seating area hung a huge banner depicting the Slytherin snake.
As Harry stepped into the Great Hall, the once bustling atmosphere instantly fell silent, only to erupt into a clamor once more.
He walked over to the Gryffindor table, sat between Ron and Hermione, and pretended not to notice that everyone was standing up and staring at him.
Fortunately, Dumbledore arrived shortly afterward, and the noise in the Great Hall gradually subsided.
"Another year has passed!" Dumbledore, standing at the head table, gleefully summarized the year's events. "Before we enjoy these delicious dishes, I must trouble you to listen to an old man's cliché."
Dumbledore paused, then continued, "What a wonderful year it has been! Your little minds must be much richer than before... You have a whole summer ahead of you, which will give you time to digest all that information and clear your heads before the next term begins..."
Sean felt a little sleepy as he listened to Dumbledore's speech.
Since Bella pledged her allegiance to him, she has unlocked more and more creative ways to seduce him, and his sleep quality has plummeted in the past few days.
In the middle of the night, he would often be awakened by the noises on his body while he was half asleep—Bella, who couldn't sleep, would sit on him and hold his wand with her hand. The constantly swaying white figure made him muster his strength to continue fighting.
To prevent myself from falling asleep in such an important situation.
Sean took out his small notebook, intending to write down Dumbledore's words.
"Now, as far as I know, we must first hold the House Cup awards ceremony. The specific scores for each house are as follows: fourth place, Gryffindor, 312 points; third place, Hufflepuff, 352 points; Ravenclaw, 426 points; Slytherin, 472 points."
As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, a thunderous cheer and stomping erupted from the Slytherin table.
When Sean saw Draco Malfoy banging his wine glass on the table, he already knew what was going to happen next and felt a little sorry for his class representative.
He believed that Dumbledore had a certain wicked sense of humor.
They could have given the three little ones extra points after the incident, but instead they waited until the Slytherin wizards were excited for days, and even the Great Hall was decorated, before delivering the heaviest blow to them when they were at their most excited.
Just as he had anticipated, Dumbledore then began his "behind-the-scenes maneuvering."
"Yes, yes, good job, Slytherin," he said. "However, a few recent events must also be taken into account."
The Great Hall became very quiet, and the Slytherins, sensing something amiss, also suppressed their smiles.
"Uh, uh," Dumbledore coughed lightly to get everyone's attention, "I still have some last few House points to allocate. Hmm, let me see. Oh, right..."
He paused, his gaze searching through the crowd before settling on Ron Weasley.
"First, Mr. Ron Weasley..."
Following the gaze of the crowd below the stage, Ron's face instantly turned bright red, the color resembling that of a ripe carrot after being baked in the scorching sun.
Dumbledore smiled and continued...