After two consecutive days of final exams, the grand banquet was held as scheduled.
This year's House Cup is a foregone conclusion; it belongs to Gryffindor with a total score of 1766.
Dumbledore, smiling, raised his wand at the staff table, changing the colorful flags fluttering in the Great Hall to gold-edged red ones.
"This is the result of their hard work throughout the year. Let's congratulate them with the warmest applause!"
The Gryffindor table erupted in cheers.
Three years, for three consecutive years.
Not only the House Cup, but also the Quidditch School Championship for three consecutive years.
McGonagall, sitting at the staff table, wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, her face filled with relief.
On the other side, Snape exuded a low-pressure atmosphere, his face extremely grim.
For three whole years, Slytherin was suppressed.
The second-place Ravenclaw only has a little over 1000 points. Those foolish Little Lions still have 1766 points despite his various ingenious tricks. What a despairing number that is.
As the center of Gryffindor Vincent sensed something and met Snape's cold gaze.
He wasn't afraid at all, and even mouthed "I'm waiting" to himself.
Snape's hand trembled slightly as he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank the champagne in one gulp.
I can't handle it, I absolutely can't handle it.
As long as this little brat is in school, Slytherin will always be suppressed.
They can't even get second place, and they have to live like this for another four years.
He looked at Dumbledore with a gaze full of resentment and unwillingness, as if he were silently protesting something.
Pretending not to see, Dumbledore picked up a small candy and put it in his mouth.
The principal tacitly agrees, you understand?
Snape didn't understand at all, but there was nothing he could do.
As he looked away, Lupin, who had witnessed this scene, suddenly raised his glass to him from afar, as if celebrating something.
Ah—it feels like countless ants are crawling all over my body.
Snape filled his wine glass with champagne and drank three large glasses before he could recover a little.
But when he saw the group of brats casting provocative glances at him, the resentment he couldn't suppress suddenly exploded inside him.
We're adults after all, so we have to be patient!
Breathing heavily, Snape downed three more large glasses of champagne and staggered out of the Great Hall.
He ultimately couldn't bear those stares.
After his victory, Vincent raised his glass full of Coke high, shouting, "We are brave and fearless, we are unstoppable, we are Gryffindor!"
The revised slogan was perfect for the current atmosphere, and the Little Lions raised their glasses and shouted it out.
McGonagall, sitting at the staff table, kept wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes.
After many years, Gryffindor has finally stood up completely.
The crimson and gold-themed banquet will undoubtedly continue for at least the next four years, without a doubt.
Early the next morning,
The students emerged from the castle gates one after another.
House-elf will do their best to help them bring their luggage onto the train, but there are always a few who haven't packed in advance.
Fred and George simply rolled everything on the bed into the small cube with a blanket.
The ones in the closet are a bit of a hassle; you have to grab a handful and put them in.
When the two finished packing and rushed to Hogsmeade Station, their friends were already sitting leisurely in Compartment W.
After being expanded by the Undetectable Extension Charm, the entire cubicle was much larger than the classroom.
The seats were replaced with comfortable genuine leather sofas, and the round table in the middle was filled with snacks.
The twins looked at Vincent, who was holding Gu Gu and tossing him around, and exclaimed, "Wow~ when did you set all this up?"
Vincent caught the falling Gu Gu steadily, "While you were packing your bags."
Gu Gu was tossed into the air again, but it still refused to flap its little wings.
"This is such a shame." The twins walked toward Cedric, who was chatting with Qiu.
This guy has thick eyebrows and big eyes, how come he's already hooking up with girls as soon as he arrives?
As his best friends, they felt it was necessary to correct this mistake.
Cedric was nearly pushed off the sofa by the two big butts. "Hey, what are you doing?"
"To save a lost lamb."
"And teach him how to talk to women."
Cedric stood up slightly. "Sorry, Cho, where are we—"
Fred pushed him off the sofa, sticking his butt out. "Hi, Qiu, long time no see."
George casually reached out and pressed Cedric's head down. "How have you been lately?"
This smooth little combo successfully made Qiu giggle. "Hello, I've been doing alright lately."
"Fred! George!"
The twins seemed not to hear Cedric's shouts, and kept asking Qiu all sorts of questions.
For example, did you pay attention to the result of the Quidditch Match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw last month? Or did you feel resentful because you almost caught the Golden Snitch?
Cedric suddenly fell silent.
They couldn't stop Quidditch; that was practically their only common topic.
Besides, the summer vacation is still long, and he doesn't believe that his two friends can follow him around 24 hours a day.
As the conversation grew increasingly awkward, Qiu cast a pleading look at Hermione and Daphne sitting opposite her.
The two little witches ended their spectator mode.
"Fred, George, your flirting skills are absolutely terrible."
"I think you can learn from Cedric."
Unfortunately, their insightful comments had no effect on the twins.
It didn't work on Fred at least; he even changed the subject to flying broomsticks.
"The Firebolt are nothing special; the most important thing is skill and proficiency."
George, who was standing nearby, finally couldn't stand it anymore. "Fred, let's continue to improve the Weasley fireworks."
"Okay." Fred didn't see anything wrong with it at all.
No wonder he hadn't found out about George and Angelina's affair until now; it seems his straightness is even higher than Sirius Black's.
The moment the two of them got off the sofa, Cedric, who had been sitting on the floor, finally stood up slowly.
He also patted non-existent dust off his shoulders, as if expressing contempt for the twins.
Fred didn't understand, but George, who did understand, probably felt ashamed and didn't come back to cause trouble until the train started moving.
"Knock knock knock—" came the knocking sound from the cubicle.
Neville, who was closest, got up and opened the door. It turned out to be Harry and Ron, who had arrived just a second before the train departed.
The twins quickly put down what they were holding. "Oh dear, looks like we're not the last ones here!"
Harry and Ron were warmly led into a private room.
Wow—this place is decorated so beautifully!
"I knew this would be the best cubicle."
The two men's praise made Vincent stop tossing the Gu Gu upwards.
Without realizing it, he had become part of the privileged class he once hated the most.
This is not a good sign.
How about we upgrade the entire Hogwarts Express during the summer vacation?
Let's make that decision!