It was hard to believe that, even at a time like this, Hogwarts still held its end-of-term feast and awarded the House Cup.
Although Harry and the others had earned quite a few points for their final achievement-revealing the truth about Voldemort's return-they had lost far too many points earlier, so the House Cup remained out of their reach.
In the end, Hufflepuff, who had won the Quidditch Cup, wrested the House Cup from Slytherin by a narrow margin.
As long as it wasn't Slytherin, Harry thought he could accept any of the other houses winning.
The official Ordinary Wizarding Levels results had not yet arrived. However, before the professors left-they also had to invigilate the Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test-they gave the students who wanted to know a rough idea of their marks.
Of course, the elderly professors did not volunteer this information to students who had no desire to find out before July.
Harry was an exception.
Harry did not actually care much about his marks. Quite apart from everything that had happened since the exams, the mere fact that he did not need a certificate was enough to leave him uninterested in the results.
Professor Marchbanks, however, sought him out of her own accord, looking very pleased.
"Potter, very good results, though we haven't quite finished compiling them yet. But I think you should have six Outstandings. The others will be at least Exceeds Expectations, though we'll need to assess them carefully before deciding whether they're Outstanding or Exceeds Expectations.
"But I must say, these are already very good results for a Gryffindor!" Professor Marchbanks said happily.
Of course, Harry could hardly say at that moment, "Sorry, Professor, but I really don't care about my marks at all."
So he could only pretend to be equally delighted and