infodatos Chapter 55 First Academic Year Awards Ceremony
Chapter 55 First Academic Year Awards Ceremony
Landric chuckled contentedly.
"Xiao Long, it's okay, he's very weak right now, don't be afraid."
Draco looked up and said, "Brother, so you're facing Voldemort? Not Quirrell?"
Landric's eyes suddenly darted around. This brat, his brain is working so fast these days.
Draco's arms tightened, as if trying to meld Landric into his very bones.
"I'm fine. If something were wrong, I wouldn't be awake by now..."
"Shut up!" Draco glared at Landric with a stubborn and fierce look.
Wow, he's starting to dare to yell at me.
Landric raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and then made a zipping motion over his mouth.
Okay, okay, he shut up, he won't say anything.
"Brother, if—and I mean if—that mysterious man really dares to hurt you, I will do anything to make him pay! I definitely will!"
Landric's eyes, filled with tiny sparkles of starlight, suddenly lit up at his words.
"Xiaolong, your most important task right now is to tell your godparents about this."
Draco nodded and said, "I will write letters to my mom and dad."
Landric ran his fingers through his hair. "Not a letter, but a face-to-face conversation. Writing a letter... is a bit risky."
"it is good"
"Brother, when are you going to leave this lousy medical facility? I'm not comfortable here."
Every time he appears at the medical facility, it's either because he's feeling unwell or because his brother is injured. He's almost developing a phobia of this place.
"tomorrow"
"Um"
Landric hugged Draco, "Sleep a little longer."
This kid probably hasn't been sleeping well these past few days; he has dark circles under his eyes.
Draco obediently shrank further under the covers. His brother didn't notice that he was becoming more and more accepting of him.
They used to sleep in one bed, but there had to be something separating them.
Landric and Draco slept soundly and felt almost fully recovered, so they asked Madam Pomfrey for permission to be discharged.
Mrs. Pomfrey looked at Landric with disapproval, "Perhaps you would be better off resting for a couple more days."
"No, Madam, I wish to attend a banquet."
In the end, Mrs. Pomfrey couldn't resist the three people—yes, three.
Not long after Madam Pomfrey agreed to let Landric and Draco be discharged from the hospital, Harry came looking for them too.
"Mrs. Pomfrey, I would like to attend the banquet!"
Mrs. Pomfrey: I'm speechless. I don't know what's so great about attending a lousy banquet.
Harry packed up and had just left the medical ward when he was stopped by a big guy.
Hagrid wiped his nose and tears with the back of his hand. "I'm sorry, Harry, it's all my fault. I was the one who told him how to deal with Fluffy, all for the dragon eggs."
Harry was at a loss. "It's okay. Even without this, he would have found other ways to deal with Fluffy. Don't feel guilty."
Hagrid sobbed, "Oh, right, I also brought you a gift."
A photo album was handed to Harry.
Harry opened it out of curiosity, his eyes gradually reddening, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
Mom and Dad...
A few people managed to attend the final banquet of the first academic year.
When Landric arrived with Draco, the auditorium was filled with green and silver flags.
After they arrived at Slytherin and took their seats, Dumbledore arrived just then.
The noise in the auditorium gradually subsided.
"Another year has passed, and before we enjoy the delicious food at this banquet today, I think we should hold an awards ceremony."
"As far as I know, the specific scores for each house are as follows: Fourth place, Gryffindor, 312 points; Third place, Hufflepuff, 352 points; Second place, Ravenclaw, 426 points; First place, Slytherin, 472 points!"
A thunderous cheer erupted from the Slytherin table. This was the seventh year! The seventh House Cup! An immense honor!
Some Gryffindor students curled their lip in disdain.
"Yes, Slytherin is wonderful, but some recent events should also be taken into account."
The Slytherins' cheers abruptly ceased; their keen intuition told them that this House Cup seemed to be going poorly.
Draco glanced at Landric, his face full of dissatisfaction with Dumbledore, to which Landric returned a reassuring look.
Snape, sitting in the classroom, was so dark his face was practically dripping with ink.
The auditorium fell silent.
"There are still some final points to allocate."
First, Mr. Ron Weasley played the most brilliant game of chess, and I hereby award him 50 points in Gryffindor.
A great deal of cheering erupted from Gryffindor.
"Tsk," Landric twirled the necklace around his neck, his mood affected.
"Secondly, Miss Hermione Granger, for her calm and logical reasoning in the face of fire, I will award Gryffindor another 50 points."
This time, the cheers from Gryffindor were much quieter, with only a few scattered claps from Harry and Ron.
Because Hermione Granger was close to Slytherin, the Gryffindors were somewhat hostile towards her.
Landric raised an eyebrow, and "clap clap clap," applause rang out.
Draco followed closely behind, then Theodore, Zabini, Pansy...
The applause from Slytherin even surpassed that from Gryffindor for a moment.
Hermione smiled slightly at Landric and confidently sat down again.
"Thirdly, Harry Potter's extraordinary courage and bravery earned Gryffindor a perfect score!"
The cheers from Gryffindor were so loud they could have lifted the roof off! They were tied! They were tied! Their scores were now the same as Slytherins'!
"And Mr. Longbottom, commendable courage, 10/10."
Gryffindor could no longer contain his excitement and screamed wildly.
Some of the older Slytherins even stood up, glaring at Dumbledore with displeasure.
"Calm down, kids, I haven't finished speaking yet."
Upon hearing this, Gryffindor became even more excited.
"Finally, Mr. Landric Rozier..."
As soon as the name was announced, the upperclassmen who had stood up from Slytherin immediately sat back down.
"Mutual dedication, Slytherin, 100 points!"
The cheers from Gryffindor ceased, and Slytherin erupted in applause again—specifically for Landric.
Landric looked up at Dumbledore. Mutual aid? Ha, so he wants me to be tied to his savior?
The banquet was ultimately satisfactory; Slytherin remained number one, and the glory of the seventh year bowed to them.
Although Gryffindor's hopes were ultimately dashed, they were no longer last in the class. For a long time, Slytherin had been number one, and Gryffindor had been last in the class for just as long. This time, they were finally not.
The other two houses didn't react much, but the banquet gave them plenty of entertainment, so they were quite satisfied.
The banquet has ended.
The crowd dispersed.
Landric pulled Draco along, preparing to return to the dormitory.
Hermione wanted to look for Rand, but seeing that Rand had already headed towards the Slytherin common room, she gave up on the idea.
Never mind, tomorrow will be the same.