I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 326 Final Banquet
Harry was munching on his biscuits when he heard Hagrid ask, "Are you sure you're all right?"

"Should... I be okay?" This sudden question stunned Harry, he was even a little hesitant - should I be okay?
Actually, this can be good.

"You're definitely not a good person, but you'll definitely be good after all." Hagrid's words sounded like a roundabout way of speaking. If Harry didn't know what kind of person he was, he might have really mistaken him for being sarcastic.

Harry said nothing. He didn't know how to respond, so he just remained silent.

"I knew he would come back," said Hagrid. Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked up at him in surprise. Louis, on the other hand, looked relatively calm, still silently spitting rock biscuits into Chromie's space.

He still took Hagrid's feelings into consideration to some extent, so that he wouldn't think that he disliked his cake... Of course, he didn't make things awkward with Chromie.

You can imagine how wonderful Chromie's expression will be when he cleans up his personal space.

Chromie: I'm not a human, but you're a real dog...

Hagrid went on: "I've known it all these years, Harry. I knew he was out there, biding his time. It had to happen. Well, now that it has, we must face reality. We must fight. We can stop him from gaining power and dominating the world. That was Dumbledore's plan... Dumbledore, he's a wonderful man. As long as he's there, I don't have to worry too much."

Seeing the skeptical looks on the three of them, Hagrid raised his shaggy eyebrows. "There's no use sitting around worrying," he said. "What's going to happen will happen, and when it does, we just have to accept it. Harry, Dumbledore told me what you did."

Hagrid looked at Harry, his chest heaving violently. "If your father were still alive, he would do the same. This is the highest praise I can give you."

Harry smiled back at Hagrid. It was the first time he had smiled in days.

"What did Dumbledore ask you to do, Hagrid?" Harry asked suddenly. "He sent Professor McGonagall to ask you and Madam Maxime to see him that night."

"Find me something to do this summer," said Hagrid. "But it's a secret. I can't tell you, not even to you. Olympe - oh, Madame Maxime, as you call her - might come with me... Well, I think she would, I think I've convinced her."

"May I ask, does this have anything to do with Voldemort?" Harry asked curiously.

Hagrid recoiled in fear at the name.

"Maybe." He said vaguely, "Who among you would like to come with me to see the last blast-tailed skrewt?" Seeing the expressions on everyone's faces, he quickly said, "I'm kidding - I'm kidding... Hey! Don't run!"

Unfortunately, he spoke too late. Upon hearing the name of the Exploding-Tailed Snail, the three little ones realized that the situation was not right and ran away.

Hagrid looked back at Louis and said with a smile: "Hey, Louis, you are still the best..."

The smile froze on his face as Louis calmly disappeared into Hagrid's hut.

Are you kidding? To hell with Hagrid's blasting-tailed skrewts. They stink to death. No one wants to see them...

Hagrid's hobby is very peculiar, and ordinary people cannot control it. Louis certainly cannot appreciate his aesthetic taste, so he can only flee in a panic, as embarrassed as he can be.

Soon it was the holiday, and celebration was inevitable - the news of Voldemort's return had not spread in Hogwarts, and no one had publicized why Harry disappeared or what happened to the game. Everyone thought something had gone wrong.

It was the same as the usual leaving school banquet - well, actually it was different. Every year, the banquet was decorated with green Slytherin decorations, but this year Dumbledore stopped pretending. He singled out Gryffindor and showed his hand.

The hall was newly decorated in the red color representing Gryffindor, and a roaring lion curtain was hung behind the staff desk. You didn't need to look to know that this year's champion would definitely be Gryffindor - even if the house points were now over 300 ahead, it was a foregone conclusion - after all, it was Gryffindor's Harry who won the Triwizard Tournament.

The real Mad-Eye Moody now sat at the staff table, his wooden leg and magical eye back in place, looking extremely nervous and nervous, seeming to jump whenever anyone spoke to him.

It wasn't really his fault; Moody had been locked up in his box for months, which must have heightened his fears of being attacked.

When Louis walked in, he saw that Karkaroff's seat was empty. As the students sat down, they wondered where Karkaroff was at the moment, how his mission at Durmstrang was going, and whether Voldemort was harassing him like a pervert.

Madame Maxime was still there, sitting next to Hagrid. They were talking quietly. Across the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall, was Snape. When Louis looked at him, Snape nodded at him expressionlessly. Judging from his expression, he must be unhappy that Gryffindor won the House Cup.

Sirius, a die-hard fan of Gryffindor, sat next to him. He was wearing a neat suit today and looked very bright and beautiful. On the one hand, it was to celebrate Harry's victory, and on the other hand, it was to celebrate Gryffindor finally winning the house cup - finally, it was also because he loved beauty. From the perspective of dressing himself, Sirius was definitely several levels better than Snape.

Emma and Ye Ziyan sat on the edge of the faculty seats, whispering to each other. As they talked, they looked up and scanned the people in the auditorium. Especially after seeing Louis, they even started laughing.

Louis looked left and right, wondering what the two of them were laughing at - he was sure that at least his clothes were not on backwards. Firstly, Sakuya would not trick him like that, and secondly, he did not feel a mysterious force strangling his throat.

Without giving it much thought, he sat in the Slytherin seat with Katherine and Christasza.

"Next year, I will graduate..." Catherine suddenly said with some regret. Louis then realized that Catherine was two years older than him - it seemed that he had to think of a way to let her stay in school to teach, or... to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Anyway, Tom's curse had been broken long ago, and he was still doing well after all these years, right?

Besides, Chromie had already seen that the curse was indeed broken by a mysterious and powerful force, so he was not worried about any problems in teaching the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Thinking of this, Lewis put his hand on her shoulder and asked softly: “Have you ever considered staying in school to teach? In fact, it’s pretty good to be in school... Anyway, there is not much difference between staying in school and being outside.”

"This is an unexpected path." Catherine thought about it carefully and found nothing wrong with it, so she smiled and said, "There's still a year left, so there's no rush to think about it now."

"Of course I'm anxious." Louis said immediately, staring at Catherine, "Are you going to leave me alone in school? I didn't realize before that you are so cruel."

Catherine curled her lips and whispered in his ear, "So, you can't bear to part with me, so you let me teach in the school?"

"Of course." Louis said without blushing or beating his heart. He didn't feel embarrassed at all. Now his skin is much thicker than before. It can be said that the thickness of his skin has increased by at least several orders of magnitude. "So, are you really going to leave me alone in school?"

"Hmph, since you've begged me sincerely, I'll agree to your request with reluctance." Catherine said, stretching out her slender jade hand to scratch Louis' chin, "As long as Mr. Xiaolu is obedient and his request is not excessive, I will definitely satisfy you."

"Then what is excessive?" Louis became interested and whispered two words into Catherine's ear. Catherine's face turned red instantly, and even her neck was dyed with a fiery red cloud.

She glared at Louis fiercely, stretched out her hand and pinched the soft flesh on his waist, but she couldn't stop thinking about what Louis had just said.

How about...try it when you get home? She was actually a little itchy in her heart.

Catherine was lost in thought when Professor Dumbledore suddenly stood up from the staff table, interrupting her thoughts. The noise in the auditorium instantly quieted down and became silent.

"Another year," Dumbledore said, looking at everyone. "It's over..."

He looked at Harry, smiled and nodded at him. "We have experienced a lot this year. We held a grand competition that has not been seen in a hundred years, and witnessed the birth of a new champion... This is why I want to decorate the hall in the golden red of Gryffindor. After discussion among the professors of the school, it has been decided that Gryffindor will add a thousand points for Harry Potter winning the Triwizard Tournament!"

The voice was like the little boy in the sky over Hiroshima, instantly setting off the entire hall. All the students stood up and cheered for Harry - this was not only an honor for Gryffindor, but also an honor for Hogwarts - with strong players from the other two schools, the championship of the Triwizard Tournament was left in Hogwarts.

Even Catherine applauded for Harry. In fact, she didn't care much about the championship, she just cared more about Louis.

Cedric was the one who cheered the loudest - what he didn't know was that in another timeline, the decorations in the auditorium would now be gray and black, and everyone would be in silence for his death.

But at least he's alive now, isn't he?

There was a tense murmur in the hall. Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief. Only Harry, who was sitting in the Gryffindor seat, and Draco, who was sitting in the Slytherin seat, seemed very calm, watching their murmurs gradually fade into silence.

Harry saw it with his own eyes, and Draco...well, Draco also heard about it, his father told him.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this," Dumbledore continued. "Some of your classmates' parents may be shocked by my actions - either because they can't believe that Voldemort is really back, or because they think I shouldn't tell you about it, after all, you are still young. However, I believe that telling the truth is always better than lying. If we try to describe the episode in the final as an accident, it would be an insult to us - this was a planned, premeditated, and organized vicious event carefully planned by the Death Eaters, which directly led to Voldemort's resurrection."

At this moment, every face in the hall turned to Dumbledore, shock and fear written on every face.

"There is one more person whom we must mention when we speak of Voldemort," Dumbledore went on. "I am referring, of course, to Harry Potter."

There was a commotion in the hall, and many people turned their heads to look at Harry, then quickly turned back and continued to look at Dumbledore.

"Harry Potter escaped Voldemort's clutches once again," Dumbledore's eyes sparkled. "He was brave and fearless, inheriting the excellent qualities of Gryffindor. When he was surrounded by Death Eaters and faced with Voldemort's tyranny, he not only did not give in, but also had the courage to resist and faced Voldemort's challenge head-on. He showed a fearless spirit in all aspects. Few wizards can show such a spirit when facing Voldemort's tyranny. For this, I express my sincere respect to him."

Dumbledore turned solemnly to Harry and raised his glass once more, and almost everyone in the Hall did the same, murmuring Harry's name in a toast.

When everyone was seated again, Dumbledore continued, "The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to strengthen and promote mutual understanding among the wizarding community - in light of what has happened now - in light of Voldemort's return from the dead, such ties are more important than ever before."

Dumbledore looked from Madame Maxime and Hagrid to Fleur Delacour and her fellow Beauxbatons students, and then to Viktor Krum and his Durmstrang classmates at the Slytherin table. Krum looked nervous, even frightened, as if he expected Dumbledore to say something harsh.

"Every guest in this hall," said Dumbledore, his eyes resting on the students of Durmstrang, "is welcome back at any time if they are willing. I say to all of you again - in view of Voldemort's resurrection, we can only be strong if we are united. If we are divided, we will be vulnerable - Voldemort's means of creating conflicts and hostility are very sophisticated. Only if we show the same unbreakable friendship and trust can we fight him to the end... As long as we have the same goal and open our hearts, differences in habits and language will not be obstacles!"

Dumbledore's speech was full of passion, but he seemed to have forgotten this point - the word "unbreakable" is a bit... emmm, a bit of a joke. The last person who claimed to be unbreakable has already failed to make the same mistake.

(End of this chapter)