Adding Points Like They're Free

Muya put her hands on her hips, "Old Mischief-Maker, is this your airtight plan?"

Harry was bewildered. He didn't understand what Muya was talking about. He looked at Dumbledore, then at Muya.

At the doorway, Hermione and Ron saw the three of them. "How are you?"

Harry and Muya spun around to show them, indicating they were fine.

"Ahem."

"Oh, Ya Mu, there's no need to remind me again. Come find me tomorrow morning, and I'll tell you what you want to know." Dumbledore smiled at Muya and ushered the four of them out of the room.

"Now, it's time for bed."

Back in the dormitory, Harry tossed and turned in bed, replaying Quirrell's words in his mind.

Snape hadn't intended to harm him, but why?

He had always been so hard on him.

And what did Muya mean by Dumbledore's plan?

Did Dumbledore already know Voldemort would return, and that's why he had made a plan in advance?

As Harry thought, his eyelids grew heavier.

"Fizzing Whizbees." Muya arrived at the Headmaster's office after breakfast. When the door opened, she saw Harry and the others had already arrived.

"Good morning, everyone!" Muya waved at them and then casually found a seat.

Dumbledore began to explain his plan.

When he finished, Muya couldn't help but speak up, "But Harry is just an eleven-year-old student. How can he be expected to face that Voldemort alone?"

"To solidify his reputation as the Savior?"

As soon as Muya spoke, Dumbledore fell silent, because that was indeed what he had thought.

Hermione and Ron also looked at Dumbledore with disapproval. Although they hoped Harry would solidify his title as the Savior, they didn't want him to get hurt.

Dumbledore nodded, "You're right, child. That's what I originally thought."

"Originally?" they asked, confused.

However, Muya quickly figured it out, "Because I accidentally entered into this plan?"

Muya looked at Dumbledore. The smile on his face seemed to have never faded.

"That's right. You and Harry together drove away the weakened Voldemort who had returned. But according to the prophecy, only Harry can defeat Voldemort."

Under Dumbledore's gaze, Harry swallowed nervously. He was very surprised to hear that only he could defeat Voldemort.

Harry asked a few questions he wanted to know, such as why Snape had saved him but was always targeting him.

Just as they were about to start the end-of-year banquet, Harry finished his conversation with Dumbledore.

Muya was almost falling asleep listening.

They hurried to the Great Hall and returned to their respective houses.

Muya saw the current scores of each house: Slytherin first, Ravenclaw second, Hufflepuff third, and Gryffindor fourth.

Someone had spread the news about their battle with Quirrell and Voldemort last night, and now all the students in the school knew about it.

She had already been lectured by Shalian and the others that morning. Luckily, Cedric had rescued her, which was why she was a little later than Harry and the others in getting to the Headmaster's office.

"Junior Ya Mu, can I invite you to my house during the summer holidays?" Sean asked with a smile.

"Sure," Muya agreed.

In the Great Hall, green and silver, representing Slytherin, decorated the space. Muya looked towards the Slytherin table, where Draco was proudly looking at the huge banner on the wall behind the High Table.

Theodore happened to meet her gaze, and she smiled at him. Blaise was talking to Draco.

At this moment, Dumbledore stepped onto the High Table. "Another year has passed. You have all had a wonderful year, and your minds are filled with rich knowledge."

He continued cheerfully, announcing the scores of each house. Cheers erupted from the Slytherin side.

"Yes, well done, Slytherin," Dumbledore said.

"However, a few recent events should also be taken into account." At this, the Slytherins fell silent. Muya raised an eyebrow. Could there be a twist?

"Mr. Ron Weasley, he played a brilliant game of chess, and for that, I award Gryffindor 50 points!"

Ron's face turned red with excitement. Gryffindor began to cheer excitedly. Muya even heard Percy shout, "That's my brother! My youngest brother! How did you know he passed Professor McGonagall's giant chessboard puzzle!"

Muya couldn't help but laugh and cry. Percy usually seemed so steady, she didn't expect him to have such a side to him.

She guessed, who would be next?

As expected, "Secondly, Miss Hermione Granger, she calmly reasoned in the face of fire, earning Gryffindor 50 points!"

"Finally, Mr. Harry Potter and Miss Ya Mu, they showed fearless courage and composure when facing the enemy. I will award 100 points to Gryffindor and Hufflepuff respectively!"

After listening, Muya looked awkwardly at the villa at her feet. These points were being added like they were free!

The next second, Dumbledore waved his hand, and the original Slytherin decorations were all replaced with Gryffindor's. Chaos erupted on the Gryffindor side, and the atmosphere in Slytherin became heavy.

Snape's expression was grim. Muya felt as if he had drunk several bottles of his own potion.

The rankings had now become Gryffindor first, Slytherin second, Hufflepuff third, and Ravenclaw fourth.

On the Hufflepuff side, Muya's friends clinked their glasses with her, asking her to recount the detailed events of last night.

After dinner, Muya and Shalian were walking down the corridor, preparing to return to the common room, when suddenly, Cedric's voice came from behind.

"Ya Mu, I'm sorry, do you have time now? I'd like to chat with you privately." He walked over, his expression still gentle.

Muya nodded, letting the other three go back first.

"Cedric, what did you want to talk to me about?"

Cedric seemed a little nervous. His Adam's apple bobbed, which was quite attractive. "Ya Mu, can I call you Ya Ya? You can call me Ced too."

Muya felt a little nervous for some reason, but she kept a calm expression. "Sure." They were friends, so using nicknames was normal.

"Well, Ya Ya, I think I'll miss you a lot during the summer vacation, so could you send me a few letters?" His clear eyes were beautiful, and Muya was momentarily mesmerized.

Receiving no reply, Cedric thought Muya had refused. He lowered his head slightly. "It's okay if you don't."

Muya snapped back to reality. She hugged Cedric and patted his back. "I will, Ced."

After bidding farewell to Cedric, Muya didn't expect Vester to show up. He had come out of the common room, holding a book with a title Muya couldn't understand.