Chapter 95 Year-End Banquet

As soon as Aaron entered the common room, Crabbe and Goyle came from the middle of the hall and blocked him with their heavy bodies.

"If you have nothing to do, don't block the way.

You two are tall and strong, and it is easy to cause misunderstanding if you suddenly appear in front of me." Aaron said speechlessly, "I might just hit you out because I'm in a bad mood."

The two immediately made way, politely invited Aaron to a sofa, and handed Abe a plate of fruit.

Abe's eyes lit up, and except for leaving an apple, he stuffed the rest into his pocket.

"Just say it, I don't think you two would come to me for no reason!"

"The test results are out, I don't know why Dumbledore announced the results in advance." Crabbe said, "You got full marks, all the subjects are full marks."

The eldest's results are also very good, but..."

"Just he lost, right?" Aaron said with some ease.

This result is the same as he expected, at least he didn't give away the favors from his family.

"Yes! "Crabbe nodded, "The total score is twelve points behind Granger, ranking just below her.

Not only her, Weasley and Potter also scored very high, surpassing the two of us.

Draco couldn't accept this result, locked himself in the room, and didn't let us in. "

"That's normal!

But don't worry, he will be able to come out soon. "

"Of course we believe him. "Goyle said embarrassedly, "But it's been more than ten hours, he hasn't come out, and he hasn't even had lunch.

We don't know how to comfort him, fortunately you are back. "

"So, you want me to persuade him?"

"Yes, you have the best relationship with him, and only you can persuade him." Crabbe said, "At least let him open the door, we don't want to sleep on the sofa in the lounge at night."

Aaron's mouth twitched, Malfoy didn't know whether it was lucky or unfortunate to have such a follower.

For these two guys, sleep quality seems to be more important.

"Okay, leave it to me! "

Aaron picked up Abe and walked to Draco's dormitory, knocking on the door gently.

"I told you not to bother me."

Draco's voice came from the door, sounding particularly angry.

"It's me."

A few seconds later, the door opened.

When Draco saw Aaron, the depression on his face dissipated a lot, and was soon replaced by joy.

"I heard that someone was sulking alone because of poor academic performance, so I came to see him."

"Who said that?

Was it Crabbe or Goyle? Or were they together?"

"Of course they were together." Aaron said speechlessly, "They came to me as soon as I came back, and wanted me to comfort you."

"Comfort?" Draco stood up a little annoyed, "They think I'm too fragile!

I don't need comfort, it's not a big deal, it's not like I can't afford to lose, at most I'll be polite to her in the future."

"Then why did you lock yourself in the room? "

Draco's face changed, and he stammered, "I just, I just need to think about how to tell my dad."

"What's there to hide?

Your grades are still very good, he should be proud of you."

"That's what I said, but after all, I lost to Granger, a wizard from a Muggle family.

He expressed his admiration for me every time he wrote. If he knew, he might be disappointed."

"Just because of this, you locked yourself in the room?" Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, "How boring are you!

This is completely groundless!

Lucius Malfoy will not lose his temper with his beloved son just because of an exam result. "

"But...she is one place higher than me. If my father asks..."

"No buts." Aaron interrupted him, "Think about it from another angle. At least you defeated Harry Potter and your family's mortal enemy Weasley.

Based on these two points alone, he couldn't find fault.

And as far as I know, your father didn't get such a score in school.

He himself couldn't do well in the exam, so how could he educate you? "

"This..." Draco was stunned for a moment, "Are you sure?"

"Very sure, this is what a professor told me." Aaron said nonsense with confidence, he had no idea what Lucius's grades were.

But he was sure that Lucius Malfoy would never surpass his son who had been studying hard for a whole school year.

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, he cared about his father's opinion very much, and now it seemed that he was better than his father.

"Aaron, did you really go to the underground classroom with Harry Potter and others the night before yesterday, and defeated Professor Quirrell and destroyed his conspiracy?

Is this true?"

"It's true, otherwise the two professors and I wouldn't have spent a whole day in the infirmary."

"Can you tell me more about it?" Draco rubbed his hands excitedly, obviously very interested in this matter.

"Um...how should I put it?

We acted separately and happened to meet at the trapdoor." Aaron briefly described the details to Draco, of course there must be some omissions in it.

In his story, Voldemort's existence was cleverly deleted. It was not appropriate for Draco to know that the Dark Lord was still alive and waiting for an opportunity to make a comeback.

"This is too exciting, but too dangerous." Draco patted the bed sheet indignantly, "It's all Harry's fault. It would have been much safer if we followed your plan, but they dragged you into the water and even injured you."

"It's all over. At least the result is good."

"You are just too generous." Draco said unhappily, "If they hadn't insisted on doing it, you wouldn't have been unconscious for so long.

And Hagrid, the half-blood giant, is an idiot. It's okay if the secret is leaked, but it's a bit unreasonable that he didn't even realize it himself."

Aaron:......

A bosom friend!

......

The next night, all the teachers and students of the school gathered in the hall to attend the year-end banquet.

Several rows of green flags representing Slytherin College were hung on the ceiling to celebrate their winning of the House Cup for seven consecutive years.

The hall was particularly noisy, and the tables were filled with exquisite food, but they could only look and not eat before the headmaster announced the start of the banquet.

Aaron held down the drooling Abe tightly, fearing that he would not be able to hold back and pounce on the table to eat.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The crisp knocking sound rang out, and the noisy sound quickly subsided.

Professor McGonagall put down the golden spoon in her hand, and Dumbledore, who was sitting next to her, stood up and faced all the students.

"Another year has passed. You have a whole summer vacation ahead of you. I'm sure you can't wait!

Before you enjoy these delicious dishes, we have to award the college cup first." Dumbledore said excitedly, "We have counted the scores. The specific scores of each college are as follows:

Fourth place, Gryffindor, 323 points; third place, Hufflepuff, 352 points; second place, Ravenclaw, 437 points, and the top of the list is Slytherin College, with a total score of 493 points."

After the voice fell, deafening cheers broke out at the Slytherin table, but the faces of the students in the other three colleges were not very good, and they only applauded symbolically.

The sound of applause was like a stone sinking into the sea, and it could not splash a wave in the cheers.

Slytherin is indeed excellent, but its popularity is not really good, which is probably related to the fact that it has won the championship too many times.

Anyone who has been suppressed for six years, no, seven years, probably won't feel very good.

In the teacher's seat, Snape clapped quickly. Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick were not so competitive. Although it was a pity, it didn't matter if they lost.

Professor McGonagall was like a bereaved mother. She was too lazy to pretend. The words "sadness" and "disappointment" were almost written on her face.

"Very good, Slytherin, very good, Slytherin." Dumbledore said, "However, recent events must also be taken into consideration.

I still have some final points to reward."

The scene was quiet in an instant. The smile of Slytherin, who had already won the championship, gradually subsided, while other students looked expectant.

At this time, an accident suddenly occurred, which meant that the college cup might change.

Because the points that could be awarded by Dumbledore, the headmaster, would definitely not be a small number. If enough points were given to a certain college, such as Ravenclaw, which ranked second, it might surpass Slytherin.

But Professor McGonagall, who knew the truth, did not look expectant. This only made Gryffindor lose less ugly, but still could not challenge Slytherin's championship throne.

"Miss Hermione Granger." Dumbledore smiled at a little wizard at the Gryffindor table, "When others were in danger, she calmly and cleverly used her intelligence and talents, and she is rewarded with 50 points."

Hermione pursed her lips, and the corners of her mouth could not stop rising. The Gryffindors at the same table also burst into fierce cheers.

50 points, with these 50 points they are the third place, getting rid of the last place.

"The second award goes to Mr. Ron Weasley, who showed superb chess skills and is the best in Hogwarts in a hundred years. The reward is 50 points."

The cheers rang out again, and Ron was confused by the sudden reward, while his brothers showed off to others with satisfaction that Ron was their youngest brother.

"The third award is to Harry Potter, for his courage and extraordinary bravery. For this, I award Gryffindor House sixty points."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole hall was plunged into a sea of ​​cheers. Except for Slytherin, the other three houses began to cheer for Gryffindor. Now they were only ten points away from dethroning Slytherin as the champion. Almost everyone looked at their headmaster expectantly, hoping to give Gryffindor some more points.