Chapter 348 The Great Success of Lion, Eagle and Badger

"happy vacation."

Dumbledore stood in the middle of the staff's long table and said to Lang Sheng that although the students who had escaped from the hardships of the exam were exhausted, they still cheered for the arrival of the holiday.

Although today's weather is not very good, the dome of the auditorium is brightly lit by the sun. Dumbledore is bathed in the sun, looking at the college scoreboard directly above the gate, showing a relieved smile.

"I understand your desire to get away from us annoying teachers." Dumbledore said with a wink and a smile, "but I still have some clichés to say."

"No! Professor, tell me!"

There was a burst of applause and whistles from the long table of Gryffindor, as if Dumbledore had just performed a unique skill such as swallowing a sword. But this year's Gryffindor is different from previous years. The long table is no longer occupied by gold and red, but there are many colors of other houses. If you observe carefully, you will find that the students from the four houses are sitting together, enjoying Other long table delicacies, this has never happened before.

"Okay, okay, hospitality is hard to come by," Dumbledore pressed his palms, and the auditorium quickly fell silent, with everyone staring at him. Dumbledore cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "This semester , we have experienced many things, we have overcome difficulties together, won victories, and gained honors, but it is all worth it, my dear children, I have seen the invaluable strength in you, the reason why we can Overcoming difficulties is because of our unity..."

Dumbledore's tirade did not arouse the students' plans. On the contrary, they who had passed out in the same corridor understood the value of unity in Dumbledore's mouth more than ever. Solo guys, but they don't turn down a friend's hand any more.

Maybe when the next semester starts, they will still return to their respective long tables, but this memory will be forever treasured in their hearts.

"...It's the most anticipated time of the year again," Dumbledore clapped his hands, and the phantoms of four animals appeared above his head, accompanied by four hourglasses filled with gems, "It's time to reveal this year's Academy Cup When it comes to the winner, everyone guess, which college will win the crown?"

Dumbledore made a fool of himself, but no one seemed to accept his burden.

"Well," Dumbledore was a little disappointed, he shrugged and shouted, "Slytherin!"

"boom!"

The dome was suddenly filled with green fireworks, the Hogwarts school flag was rendered green, and the snake on the school emblem gently embraced the lion, eagle and badger with its tail. Amid the sudden burst of cheers, the auditorium was filled with The flag of Slytherin, beside the long table of Gryffindor, Alphard tore off his school robe, jumped onto the table, and shouted triumphantly: "Did you see that! That's what I said, and I was detained for hundreds of dollars!" Don't worry about points!"

He looked triumphantly around the joyous auditorium, but this gesture only lasted a second, and then he languished after meeting Slughorn's eyes. Like a thirty-year-old man, he tried to hide himself. In the chalk that was half-scattered by the people around him, he jumped off the long table lightly.

"What's the matter? Alphard?" Ravenclaw's Dwight also sat at the Gryffindor long table. This Ravenclaw prefect didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, and dragged Alphard to Pulling on the long table, "You have made history! Since the birth of the Academy Cup, you have been the person with the most points deducted in a semester, and you have even been ranked in the top ten points deducted for seven years! Don't worry! I asked Nelson !This is real!"

"Brother, don't say it, don't say it," Alphard looked through the moving heads, secretly staring at Professor Slughorn, who had a livid face but kept staring at him, bent hard and tried to hide himself completely , "We want to be low-key, low-key."

"I understand. You are going to set a record that no one has ever seen, right?" Dwight rubbed his hands excitedly. "I wrote to ask Nelson during the holidays, who is the person who deducted the most points in seven years in history."

Just like here, the other three long tables were also in jubilation. In the entire auditorium, except for Professor Slughorn, there should be no one in a bad mood.

Surrounded by a group of students, Tom said slowly, "It's all thanks to everyone... Yes, a person's destiny, of course, depends on self-struggle, but it also needs to be considered... Yes yes, thank you Carlo , I will definitely go to your house to bother you if I have a chance, and you too, Parkinson, this time I won the championship, thanks to the magic spell you taught me..."

Nelson laughed to a group of students who wanted to talk to him about the test questions.

"What's wrong Gnar?"

Tom pushed his way through the crowd, raising his eyebrows with his glass.

"I was wondering how you manage to make pumpkin juice like red wine."

"It takes practice." Tom curled his lips. "Everyone is having a good time."

"yes."

The two looked at each other, and looked at the staff table, Dumbledore was raising his glass to them, and blinked.

The three of them clinked a glass in the distance, and returned to the jubilation.

No one raised any objection to the fact that Slytherin won the House Cup, and no one expressed surprise. In fact, for the students of the other three houses, they knew more about Slytherin than the Slytherins. How many points did Lytherin get? The hardest ones were the Ravenclaw students. Their scores were originally second. After they became the first, they might not be able to restrain their desire to answer questions, so they divided their scores with Slytherin's. The difference widened.

And the Hufflepuffs are also working hard, they are long-term, carefully looking for Slytherin anywhere, the stand of Hufflepuff is the closest to Slytherin, they witnessed Professor Slughorn madly giving Alpha The whole process of deducting points.

They finally succeeded.

"I was never so happy when I published the thesis." Dumbledore put down the glass of pumpkin juice, turned his head and said to McGonagall.

With the help of Dumbledore, McGonagall quickly dealt with the affairs at home, and did not bring his emotions to school. Even after returning to school, his enthusiasm for work was higher than before. Dumbledore was a little worried, but he knew that worrying was useless , Mag is such a person. She is strict, upright, and meticulous. She has always separated work and life clearly, but he also believes in Mag. Although such a change is big, it will not defeat her!

"Albus, it's crazy. The whole school is helping Slytherin to cheat. This is unimaginable!"

"Minerva, did you help them cheat?" Dumbledore turned his head and asked with a smile, "Do you still think this is cheating?"

"No, Albus, it's just, I don't know what they'll say about you, you're the Headmaster after all."

"I hope "Hogwarts, A School History" can properly record everything that happened this year." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, pushing the plate in front of him towards McGonagall, "Try the lemon pudding Well, it tastes good, if you don't mind me eating a piece."

"Albus, aren't you worried that others will say that you condone or even lead fraud?"

"If future Hogwarts students see the stories that happened this year in the history of the school, I think what will impress them most will not be the Triwizard Tournament, it will not be the attack on Second Salem, it will not be It’s a campus full of Aurors and warriors holding up trophies,” Dumbledore chewed the pudding carefully, showing a satisfied expression, “but Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff The story of the children throwing away the honor of the House Cup and helping Slytherin make up points together, you see, how happy they are laughing, this is Hogwarts, and the sorting hat did not enroll these eleven-year-olds The young people of Gryffindor separated, but brought them closer together, as the head of Gryffindor, aren't you proud of the Gryffindor children?"

"I'm not at all, I'd rather they share the answers to the class problems with Slytherin like Ravenclaws, than that weird set of relativity-you know? Just two hours ago, seventh grade Asub also brought fifteen people with hoes to dig the wall, and he said that deducting points from us is equivalent to adding points to Gryffindor."

McGonagall clasped her hands angrily, but Dumbledore just looked at her with a smile. After a few seconds, Mag lowered his head and muttered softly, "Well, I'm still a little bit proud."

"That's right, Minerva, do you remember that kid who knocked you off your broom a few years ago?"

"How could I forget?" McGonagall rubbed his arms with a look of reminiscence, "I understand too, he just wants to win."

"Did you know that after that match, he was beaten up by his teammates in the Slytherin locker room?" Dumbledore secretly picked up another piece of pudding from the plate in front of McGonagall, "At that time, Horace wanted to go in and stop it, but he was hit by a bat spell and couldn't find where the doorknob was."

"Is there... such a thing?" Mag was lost in thought, and didn't notice that the pudding in front of her was missing two pieces. Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at Dumbledore, "Wait? What did you say? Head of Gryffindor?"

"Ah? Didn't I tell you?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "You performed very well during the internship period. The school directors and teachers recognized your ability very much. Oh, I may have forgotten to hand over the letter of appointment to you. "

"This..." McGonagall took the appointment letter from Dumbledore, which was beautifully packaged in a gift box, and held it tightly in her arms, a little choked up, "I, Professor Dumbledore, no, Albus, I am a little Son--"

"Minerva, I know you're still a little confused," Dumbledore patted McGonagall on the shoulder, and said, "Forgive me for making a selfish decision for you, Hogwarts is short of an excellent professor like you, son They like you too."

"I will work hard." Mag's expression suddenly became serious, and he put away the letter of appointment and said solemnly.

"Of course, I never doubted this." Dumbledore smiled happily. "Now you are the real Professor McGonagall. I guess Felius' problem is not too big."

"I trust him as much as I trust myself," McGonagall nodded, "but Albus, why is the lemon pudding you let me taste an empty plate?"

"Is there? Haha, maybe I read it wrong."

"hehe."

"By the way, Albus, let me ask you a question." Professor Slughorn suddenly poked his head a little far away and asked, "Can teachers care about students' learning during the holidays? I mean, home visits and the like of."

"Horace, let Mr. Black go!" Dumbledore immediately figured out what Professor Slughorn was going to do. He laughed and said, clutching his belly, "Young people need vacations."

"It seems to be possible." Professor Slughorn seemed ready to go his own way. "I think Borroux also thinks that excellent grades are more important than a pleasant vacation."

"I wish you a happy holiday, Horace," Dumbledore stood up, pressed his wand to his throat, and said loudly, "Those holiday notes that everyone doesn't like will be sent to your home with the salute later, Now, enjoy your vacation!"

"Great!"

Countless hats flew to the sky above the auditorium, shuttling among the gentle snakes, and it is unknown where they took out these hats.

In the corner of the auditorium, the figure of Slytherin stayed in an inconspicuous landscape painting, he stared at the figure of Tom talking and laughing with his classmates, and said to himself, "What is the credit of everyone, it is obviously Slytherin's gift."

"Yes, thanks to the teachings of the great, noble, and powerful Lord Salazar Slytherin!"

Phineas' words of approval came from the edge of the frame, and Slytherin's face instantly became uglier than that of Professor Slughorn.

With the sudden appearance of Peeves, the atmosphere of the banquet reached its climax. Everyone stared at this new ghost this year, expecting him to make a big move on the last day of the semester, but he disappointed everyone. The ghost came out from the middle of the long table in Slytherin, looked around first, and after confirming that the bloody Baron was not there, he approached Nelson reluctantly. Said the voice, "Master Nelson, old man Binns asked me to bring it to you."

...

The Hogwarts Express, like every year in the past, is full of students traveling through the vast wilderness of England. Muggle-born, pure-blood, and half-blood students are guided by it through the fog of magic and back to the world. to where they live.

"Mytel, is there anyone else in your academy doing those tricks?"

The car where Nelson was was full of seats. He was helping Walburga to read his palm. Tom looked past Christian and asked Myrtle.

"No, they're kinder now."

"Hmph, most people in Ravenclaw are kind." Tom nodded, "I believe those who are not kind have learned to be kind by now."

"Tom, you have to be gentle." Nelson raised his head and said, "Look, the gentle line in Walburga's palm is very long."

"Is there such a thing?"

"Of course." Nelson nodded seriously, "People who are gentle and long-lined generally live more tenaciously."

"I feel like you're lying to me." Tom couldn't believe it at all, "Have you bought the ticket yet?"

"Do I owl a Muggle transport company?"

"Buying tickets? What are you going to do?" Christian raised his head and asked loudly.

"I'll buy you a birthday present." Nelson rubbed her newsboy hat, "Don't forget to practice magic during the holidays."

"Little wizards can't perform magic during the holidays."

"It's not a big problem," Walburga said. "You can come to my house. In a wizard's family, you can use magic as you like. Zongsi won't be so careful."