Connor's Hogwarts

A few days later, huge Ravenclaw banners filled the auditorium. This year's school auditorium is the sky blue color of Ravenclaw.

This year's Quidditch Cup, Ravenclaw is the champion again, and for various reasons (such as the reduction of bullying in the college, the prefects of each college will basically betray someone's face, and the professors will also be betrayed by someone) Ravenclaw's house points have always been very high, and there are no cheating teammates like Slytherin or Gryffindor, so there are basically no point deductions...

So so far, the one with the highest score in the academy is actually me, Ravenclaw!

All the Ravenclaw students were very happy, except for one person——

"Connor? Why are you so depressed?" Roger probed his head and asked curiously.

Connor twisted his lips and smiled bitterly: "No...it's nothing. I didn't sleep well last night."

Connor was bitter in his heart, but he couldn't be rude. He couldn't tell Roger that Dumbledore was an old coin. He would bend the law for personal gain. He would forcefully help Gryffindor to increase the points. We were just poor foils.

In fact, when something does not belong to you and it is obtained by someone else, you will not feel too uncomfortable. But when something that should belong to you is cut off, the sadness is unimaginable...

"Ha, Connor, look, it's Harry Potter. Connor, do you think he really drove away Professor Quirrell who wanted to steal something?" Roger said, pointing to Harry who was approaching the auditorium.

Several versions of Harry's Bizarre Adventure have been published in the past few days, and everyone is waiting for the "authoritative certification" of the next weekly magazine.

"Hmm, I recorded a video of their breakthrough. If you want to see it, I'll show it to you later."

"???Didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You didn't even ask. Besides, I had already given that material to the Information Department."

There was a lot of noise and discussion in the auditorium until Dumbledore appeared.

"Another year has passed!" Dumbledore stepped forward and began his year-end speech seemingly happily, and then quickly talked about the Academy Cup.

"Now, as far as I know, the specific scores of each house are as follows: fourth place, Gryffindor, 312 points; third place, Hufflepuff, 422 points; second place , Slytherin, 472 points; first place, Ravenclaw, 486 points."

There was warm applause and whistles in the auditorium.

"Yes, yes, you performed well." Dumbledore raised his hand, "However, the recent events must also be taken into account."

The auditorium suddenly became very quiet. Connor hung his head and ate the steak, but felt that the steak in his mouth was tasteless.

"Uh, ahem," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "I still have some final points to allocate, let me see. By the way. The first item - Mr. Ron Weasley, he won this year One of the most exciting monster cards in Hogwarts, I would not be surprised if he wins the Monster Cup in the future, and I award fifty points to Gryffindor House for this."

The cheers of the Gryffindors almost brought down the enchanted ceiling. The stars above their heads seemed to be shaken slightly.

You can clearly hear Percy shouting loudly: "It's my brother, you know! My youngest brother! He passed the giant monster card array arranged by Professor McGonagall!"

Connor's dead fish eyes are becoming more and more vivid. Why can a kid who won a game get fifty points at once? Dumbledore is so shameless.

Everyone finally calmed down again, only to hear Dumbledore continue:

"The second item - Miss Hermione Granger. Well, this smart child not only has extraordinary knowledge, but she can also calmly conduct logical reasoning in the face of fire. I want to reward Gryffindor House for this." fifty points."

The Gryffindor students were ecstatic and jumping up and down around the dining table - they had risen a hundred points!

Connor sighed like a park master. Why can't I, Uncle Connor, who has developed scroll magic and won the third-class Merlin Order, not get fifty extra points? Dumbledore is not a human being.

"The third item - Harry Potter..." The auditorium suddenly became extremely quiet when Dumbledore read Harry's name, "He has shown fearless courage and extraordinary courage. For this, I I’ll also reward Gryffindor House with sixty points!”

The noise was deafening, a bunch of Gryffindors shouting until they were hoarse.

Gryffindor's score is now 472, which is exactly the same as Slytherin's score. This is indeed enough to drive them wild with excitement.

Connor put his face on his hands and just wanted to end the meeting quickly.

Dumbledore raised a hand, and the auditorium gradually became quiet again.

"There are many kinds of courage," Dumbledore smiled. "We need superhuman courage to deal with our enemies, and it also takes a lot of courage to stand up for ourselves in front of our friends. Therefore, I would also like to reward Neville Long. Ten points for Mr. Button!”

Neville's face turned pale with surprise, and he was suddenly overwhelmed by the crowd that rushed to hug him. He has never won a point for Gryffindor!

Anyone standing outside the Great Hall at this moment might have thought there had been an explosion, as the cheers from the Gryffindor table grew louder and louder.

Connor shook his head and drank the cup of tea with a wry smile. The eaglets around him also noticed something was wrong. Their eyes looking at Gryffindor lost their enthusiasm and became wary, as if they were looking at a traitor.

"at last."

Are you still coming? At this moment, the eaglets of Ravenclaw were staggered, and the eyes they looked at the old headmaster lost their usual respect.

Dumbledore put down his hand and smiled: "Let's start the year-end dinner!"

The air was silent at first, and then erupted into a bigger round of cheers. The final result was that Ravenclaw was ranked first with a gap of four points, and the Academy Cup still belonged to Ravenclaw!

Um? ? ?

Connor's expression was very wonderful. He turned to look at the podium, and Dumbledore returned a charming smile.

Connor couldn't bear the grievance, so he took out his Facebook and asked Dumbledore.

Connor: Aren't you going to give the House Cup to Gryffindor? What does that count now?

Dumbledore (a bespectacled fox wearing a fashionable nightcap and sexy stockings): When did I say I would give the House Cup to Gryffindor.

Connor: Huh? Isn’t this your messianic plan? Could it be that you are taking my feelings into consideration? You know I never care about this. There is no need to give the championship to Ravenclaw.

Dumbledore on the stage glanced at Connor lightly, then lowered his head and started playing on Facebook.

Dumbledore: Don't think too much. I don't mean to take care of you. It's better to say that not letting Gryffindor win the championship is my original intention.

Connor:?

Dumbledore: ...Harry, he seems a little overconfident. I can't let him get too... carried away.

Connor looked at Dumbledore, and then at the Gryffindor table... [Limited and Strong Edition] Harry with two pectoralis major muscles on his school uniform robe, and what he showed, It is completely different from the strong self-confidence that I had when school started...

Connor seems to understand something...