Harry: This Safe Semester is Really Over?

With the last exam over, the young wizards of Hogwarts finally let loose and enjoy themselves.

Catching up on sleep—some people stayed up all night, their dark circles looking like they'd been punched twice; riding brooms—people were flying around the castle from morning till night; teasing squid— the Black Lake was packed with people, some throwing breadcrumbs, some throwing stones, and others throwing Weasley Twins jokes, scaring the Giant Squid so much that it spat out a whole lake of ink.

Of course, the most important thing is to watch this year's Quidditch final!

Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

"Oh! That was fantastic! George's shot was so powerful! It's a shame he almost weakened Slytherin!"

Lee Jordan continues to provide commentary that is clearly biased.

His voice was amplified through the magic microphone, echoing throughout the stadium.

Even when he caught Professor McGonagall's warning look, he pretended not to see it—after all, it was almost holiday time, and he'd settle accounts for the next school year!

Ravenclaw stands.

Lucien clearly saw that Weasley, who had just made a beautiful shot, did not cheer after hearing the commentator's praise. Instead, he kept waving his fist at Lee Jordan on the commentary table and shouting something with his mouth wide open.

But the wind was too strong, and the sound couldn't travel at all.

On the other side of the field, another red-haired twin raised his hands, as if embracing the shouts of the crowd.

Haha, did they mix up George and Fred?

Li and those twins seem to know each other quite well. Was he deliberately calling them by the wrong name, or was he flying too fast and too far during the race and couldn't see them clearly?

Just like Muggle racing, besides the driver's skill, the car's performance development and technological upgrades are also of paramount importance—faster, faster, and faster!

Quidditch have always been pursuing faster and better flying brooms, for the same reason.

Since Lucien's "East Wind" broom went on sale, the real big orders have come from professional Quidditch teams.

With his status as the fastest broom supplier in the Wizarding World, he can now easily secure the best seats at any Quidditch Match.

"Lucien, are you really not going to consider wearing that hat?"

Hearing this, Lucien snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Luna, who had somehow squeezed next to him.

She wore a Lions- shaped fur hat on her head, with the Lions's mouth slightly open, revealing long fangs.

hat...

That giant eagle-head hat that Luna gave me—it could flap its wings and make noise...

"When Ravenclaw makes it to the final, I'll wear a hat and cheer them on!"

Lucien wasn't lying; faced with the sincerity and expectation in the little witch's silver eyes, he couldn't very well deceive her.

However, we really have to wait for Ravenclaw's Quidditch team to reach the final.

After saying that, Lucien gently patted Luna's Lions hat.

"Aww~~"

A truly powerful and resounding lion's roar rang out.

Uh, so this triggered the mechanism? It's different from the design of the eagle-head hat.

Fortunately, Gryffindor also scored a goal at that moment, eliciting cheers from the crowd.

The roar of the lion mixed with the cheers only added to the momentum and excitement.

Even though their own Quidditch team failed to reach the final, it didn't stop the Ravenclaw Little Eagle from cheering and celebrating the game.

At school, anything that isn't related to studying, even small group activities like sweeping or picking up fallen leaves, can excite the students.

Not to mention Quidditch, a sport enjoyed by people of all ages.

Even if Little Eagle usually enjoys reading and studying, it needs to release its pent-up energy after a year of this.

In the arena, it's time to determine the winner in the chase for the Golden Snitch.

Harry and Malfoy rushed out almost simultaneously.

Two figures, one in red and one in green, rode brooms, leaving blurry lines in the air, their figures indistinguishable in time.

A fierce struggle ensued.

Riding on his East Wind Broom, clutching the Golden Snitch, and breathing in the fresh, free air of the high sky, Harry was somewhat dazed.

Is this semester really coming to an end?

A safe and uneventful semester has come to an end!

Great Hall.

Everywhere you look there are blue and bronze decorations— Ravenclaw colors.

A giant eagle made of deep blue smoke circled in the Great Hall, its tail feathers scattering specks of light like stardust.

Last year's House Cup was a rollercoaster ride – Dumbledore kept awarding points to Gryffindor Ravenclaw, making the House Cup a nail-biter between Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw.

As for Hufflepuff, the Little Badger don't care about winning or losing fights; as long as they get a big meal at the end of each school year, that's enough for them.

This year, Ravenclaw won the House Cup without any surprises, without a single upset.

Dumbledore, dressed in a brand-new, magnificent robe, stood before the High Table and delivered his year-end summary in a clear voice:

"... This has been a year of ups and downs, but also a wonderful one. We've experienced a lot, and we've gained a lot. No matter what challenges lie ahead, I hope you'll remember—"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"The future may hold fog and darkness, but never forget that Hogwarts will always be your home."

The young wizards were confused and had no idea why the headmaster was saying that. Wasn't the weather nice? Why was it foggy and dark?

But the older students all had expressions of complete acceptance—nothing the principal said was surprising to them anymore.

We should still applaud.

Lucien, who was clapping along with everyone else, felt that Dumbledore was giving him a heads-up.

Even though Trelawney hasn't yet made the Prophecy of Voldemort's resurrection, Dumbledore can deduce Voldemort's return based on the Horcrux.

Pre-emptively mentioning "darkness enveloping" and "mist descending" won't seem out of place when the time comes.