NOVEL WEB Harry Potter Fantastic Beasts Illustrated Book
Chapter 114 Rectifying the name of "Fentuo" for Gran
Chapter 114 Rectifying the name of "Fentuo" for Gran
In the evening of that day, the sun dyed the clouds in the sky red.
With Madam Pomfrey's permission, Harry happily ran down the stairs, towards the Great Hall.
But as soon as he entered the entrance of the auditorium, he just stood there in a daze, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.
And there seemed to be someone singing in his ears: the sky is blue, and there are thousands of paper cranes outside the window
Ahead of Harry, above the Great Hall hung Slytherin banners and banners, a sea of fresh green.
The long table in Slytherin was full of students, and most of them raised their heads proudly, looking at people from other houses with contempt.
They will be crowned Academy Cup champions again, and for the seventh time in a row, they are proud to qualify.
What's going on here?
Didn't we score points ahead of Slytherin yesterday?
Harry stared at everything in front of him, everything seemed so unreal, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
Harry rubbed his eyes hard again, and turned his head to carefully check the scoring hourglass set aside.
Gryffindor's hourglass is much shorter than Slytherin's, and slightly taller than Hufflepuff's.
Not only did they lose the first place, but they also fell to the third place.
I must still be dreaming!
How could one hundred points be deducted overnight!
Harry kept hypnotizing himself in his mind, and he found that the scene in front of him seemed more and more unreal.
Just when Harry felt that he was about to wake up from a dream, Ron's surprise call came from his ear: "Harry, this way, this way."
This was the first time that Harry didn't want to hear Ron's voice. He looked for his reputation, and Ron and David were sitting together, waving him over.
Maybe I'm colorblind?
In fact, the decorations hanging on it are red and gold.
Harry found another reason, and it made him feel better.
Walking to the long Gryffindor table, Ron hurriedly moved aside so that Harry could sit down.
"Ron." Harry said with the last hope. He pointed to the flag above, hoping that Ron would tell him that it belonged to them, but he was wrong.
"We lost the House Cup," Ron said angrily.
Harry's expression collapsed, and Ron's words shattered his last illusion.
"Professor Snape is all to blame!" Hermione continued, "He deducted [-] points from us last night. He must have found fault with them on purpose because he saw that they were about to lose the Academy Cup!"
Harry turned his head and glanced at Snape on the high platform, although he was expressionless as always.
But Harry could have sworn he saw a big smile on Snape's mouth.
Snape kept looking at the surrounding decorations, and he would turn around to talk to Professor McGonagall from time to time.
But from Professor McGonagall's livid expression, Harry felt that he must have said nothing good.
"Why would he deduct our points?" Harry suddenly grasped the point.
"They celebrated in the lounge last night that Professor Snape would be sent to Azkaban, and the professor overheard them," David said helplessly.
Ron and Hermione lowered their heads in embarrassment, because they had spread the news that Snape would be sent to Azkaban.
Harry opened his mouth and spit out a few words: "Why wasn't he last night!"
Ron and Hermione looked up instantly, and nodded quickly in agreement with Harry.
Seeing their appearance, David couldn't help smiling, and comforted: "It's okay, we still have a chance next year, but it's time to grab a little more points and let Professor Snape take it slow."
But it was obvious that David's words had no effect, and the surrounding atmosphere was still as dull as ever.
Especially listening to the laughter of the Slytherin students, Hermione and the others suddenly felt that the coming sumptuous dinner would not taste good.
But Dumbledore seems to be justifying the name of Gryffindor, or he thinks that Slytherin students have too little appetite to compare with Gryffindor.
If the Gryffindor children were kept down like this, the food made by the house-elves would go to waste.
So to keep the elves from becoming disaffected, rebellious celebrations were held.
After Dumbledore said a few polite words, he suddenly changed the topic and brought up what happened last night.
He was going to add "some points" to the few people yesterday.
The frustrated Hermione immediately became agitated, her hands were tightly wrapped around David's arms, and she stared at Dumbledore on the stage.
Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes when she heard her name come out of Dumbledore's mouth.
"Our score is the same as Slytherin!" Hermione looked at David and said with a sob.
"That's right, your contribution is not small." David reached out and wiped away the tears on her face.
Gryffindor points would be deducted, and Hermione always felt that she had a huge responsibility in it, but she buried it all in her heart, and it didn't explode until now.
When Hermione was about to say something, there was a burst of cheers in the hall, and the Gryffindor students cheered desperately and slammed the table vigorously.
Fred and George also jumped on the table for a couple of tap dance impromptu.
Under everyone's approving gazes, Neville's face was pale at first, and then turned into a ball of fire.
Dumbledore had just added ten to him, and now Gryffindor had overtaken Slytherin and they had won the House Cup.
"It takes a lot of courage to stand your ground in front of your friends. I hope you can keep it up, Mr. Longbottom." Dumbledore smiled at Neville, and then he looked around the decoration above the auditorium: "We are here The decor also needs a little change.”
Dumbledore clapped his hands, a gust of wind blew, and the decoration of the auditorium became the same as that of Gryffindor.
David saw a bright smile suddenly appear on Professor McGonagall's face. After everyone applauded, she turned her head and said something to Professor Snape.
It's a pity that Professor Snape ignored Professor McGonagall. He turned his back with a gloomy expression and stared straight at the empty wooden table.
David felt that if the eyes could have warmth, the table in front of Professor Snape would definitely be ignited very quickly, and it was the kind of flame that can only be extinguished by bloggers.
After the decoration of the auditorium was changed, everyone's appetite improved a lot. David had just set his sights on a chicken leg, but he didn't know who took it away in the blink of an eye.
Fortunately, the house-elf was strong enough and prepared enough things, otherwise David felt that he would not be full.
Of course, this happy crowd does not include the Slytherin students. They ate the food in front of them with great taste. The joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked.
When Dumbledore said that he could leave, David also saw that there was still a lot of food left on the long table in Slytherin.
There were only two seats where food was eaten, and that was probably where Goyle and Crabbe sat.
As long as the world is not destroyed, it is generally difficult to affect the appetite of the two of them.
In the long corridor back to the lounge, Ron and Harry burst out with a strong desire to act.
They kept imitating Malfoy's surprised and panicked expression when he heard Dumbledore score points for Gryffindor.
Apparently they did a good job, and many of the students in the hallway were amused by them.
The Philosopher's Stone plot is officially over here, and the next part is original. If you like it, please vote for recommendation! !
Thank you all, hope you enjoy watching! !
(End of this chapter)
In the evening of that day, the sun dyed the clouds in the sky red.
With Madam Pomfrey's permission, Harry happily ran down the stairs, towards the Great Hall.
But as soon as he entered the entrance of the auditorium, he just stood there in a daze, rubbing his eyes in disbelief.
And there seemed to be someone singing in his ears: the sky is blue, and there are thousands of paper cranes outside the window
Ahead of Harry, above the Great Hall hung Slytherin banners and banners, a sea of fresh green.
The long table in Slytherin was full of students, and most of them raised their heads proudly, looking at people from other houses with contempt.
They will be crowned Academy Cup champions again, and for the seventh time in a row, they are proud to qualify.
What's going on here?
Didn't we score points ahead of Slytherin yesterday?
Harry stared at everything in front of him, everything seemed so unreal, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
Harry rubbed his eyes hard again, and turned his head to carefully check the scoring hourglass set aside.
Gryffindor's hourglass is much shorter than Slytherin's, and slightly taller than Hufflepuff's.
Not only did they lose the first place, but they also fell to the third place.
I must still be dreaming!
How could one hundred points be deducted overnight!
Harry kept hypnotizing himself in his mind, and he found that the scene in front of him seemed more and more unreal.
Just when Harry felt that he was about to wake up from a dream, Ron's surprise call came from his ear: "Harry, this way, this way."
This was the first time that Harry didn't want to hear Ron's voice. He looked for his reputation, and Ron and David were sitting together, waving him over.
Maybe I'm colorblind?
In fact, the decorations hanging on it are red and gold.
Harry found another reason, and it made him feel better.
Walking to the long Gryffindor table, Ron hurriedly moved aside so that Harry could sit down.
"Ron." Harry said with the last hope. He pointed to the flag above, hoping that Ron would tell him that it belonged to them, but he was wrong.
"We lost the House Cup," Ron said angrily.
Harry's expression collapsed, and Ron's words shattered his last illusion.
"Professor Snape is all to blame!" Hermione continued, "He deducted [-] points from us last night. He must have found fault with them on purpose because he saw that they were about to lose the Academy Cup!"
Harry turned his head and glanced at Snape on the high platform, although he was expressionless as always.
But Harry could have sworn he saw a big smile on Snape's mouth.
Snape kept looking at the surrounding decorations, and he would turn around to talk to Professor McGonagall from time to time.
But from Professor McGonagall's livid expression, Harry felt that he must have said nothing good.
"Why would he deduct our points?" Harry suddenly grasped the point.
"They celebrated in the lounge last night that Professor Snape would be sent to Azkaban, and the professor overheard them," David said helplessly.
Ron and Hermione lowered their heads in embarrassment, because they had spread the news that Snape would be sent to Azkaban.
Harry opened his mouth and spit out a few words: "Why wasn't he last night!"
Ron and Hermione looked up instantly, and nodded quickly in agreement with Harry.
Seeing their appearance, David couldn't help smiling, and comforted: "It's okay, we still have a chance next year, but it's time to grab a little more points and let Professor Snape take it slow."
But it was obvious that David's words had no effect, and the surrounding atmosphere was still as dull as ever.
Especially listening to the laughter of the Slytherin students, Hermione and the others suddenly felt that the coming sumptuous dinner would not taste good.
But Dumbledore seems to be justifying the name of Gryffindor, or he thinks that Slytherin students have too little appetite to compare with Gryffindor.
If the Gryffindor children were kept down like this, the food made by the house-elves would go to waste.
So to keep the elves from becoming disaffected, rebellious celebrations were held.
After Dumbledore said a few polite words, he suddenly changed the topic and brought up what happened last night.
He was going to add "some points" to the few people yesterday.
The frustrated Hermione immediately became agitated, her hands were tightly wrapped around David's arms, and she stared at Dumbledore on the stage.
Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes when she heard her name come out of Dumbledore's mouth.
"Our score is the same as Slytherin!" Hermione looked at David and said with a sob.
"That's right, your contribution is not small." David reached out and wiped away the tears on her face.
Gryffindor points would be deducted, and Hermione always felt that she had a huge responsibility in it, but she buried it all in her heart, and it didn't explode until now.
When Hermione was about to say something, there was a burst of cheers in the hall, and the Gryffindor students cheered desperately and slammed the table vigorously.
Fred and George also jumped on the table for a couple of tap dance impromptu.
Under everyone's approving gazes, Neville's face was pale at first, and then turned into a ball of fire.
Dumbledore had just added ten to him, and now Gryffindor had overtaken Slytherin and they had won the House Cup.
"It takes a lot of courage to stand your ground in front of your friends. I hope you can keep it up, Mr. Longbottom." Dumbledore smiled at Neville, and then he looked around the decoration above the auditorium: "We are here The decor also needs a little change.”
Dumbledore clapped his hands, a gust of wind blew, and the decoration of the auditorium became the same as that of Gryffindor.
David saw a bright smile suddenly appear on Professor McGonagall's face. After everyone applauded, she turned her head and said something to Professor Snape.
It's a pity that Professor Snape ignored Professor McGonagall. He turned his back with a gloomy expression and stared straight at the empty wooden table.
David felt that if the eyes could have warmth, the table in front of Professor Snape would definitely be ignited very quickly, and it was the kind of flame that can only be extinguished by bloggers.
After the decoration of the auditorium was changed, everyone's appetite improved a lot. David had just set his sights on a chicken leg, but he didn't know who took it away in the blink of an eye.
Fortunately, the house-elf was strong enough and prepared enough things, otherwise David felt that he would not be full.
Of course, this happy crowd does not include the Slytherin students. They ate the food in front of them with great taste. The joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked.
When Dumbledore said that he could leave, David also saw that there was still a lot of food left on the long table in Slytherin.
There were only two seats where food was eaten, and that was probably where Goyle and Crabbe sat.
As long as the world is not destroyed, it is generally difficult to affect the appetite of the two of them.
In the long corridor back to the lounge, Ron and Harry burst out with a strong desire to act.
They kept imitating Malfoy's surprised and panicked expression when he heard Dumbledore score points for Gryffindor.
Apparently they did a good job, and many of the students in the hallway were amused by them.
The Philosopher's Stone plot is officially over here, and the next part is original. If you like it, please vote for recommendation! !
Thank you all, hope you enjoy watching! !
(End of this chapter)
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