The Last Feast

After the exams, William, Cedric, and Cho visited Hagrid.

Hagrid, wearing an oversized apron, hummed a little tune as he busied himself happily in front of the boiler.

Fang was tied to the table, struggling and howling incessantly, as if it were being tortured.

The three stood at the window, and Qiu asked softly, "Hagrid, what are you doing?"

"Oh, it's you three little ones! Come in quickly, they're fresh out of the oven, have a taste!" Hagrid waved his hand hastily.

Fang was still howling; it seemed that Hagrid's words had plunged it into despair.

The three went inside, gathered around the boiler, and watched Hagrid lift the lid.

He was making a cake!

It was a large, steaming chocolate cake with the words written on it in green syrup:

HAPPEE BIRTHDAE HARRY.

Hmm... Hagrid, are you serious? He misspelled everything except Harry.

And that cake... its dark, muddy color and hardness were more like Rock Cakes. Was it really not meant to kill someone?

Fang caught the scent and started struggling frantically again.

"Oh, Yaya, I know you want some, but don't rush. This cake is for William and the other two to try, including Bobocha, of course," Hagrid comforted, patting Bobocha's head in William's arms.

Fang seemed relieved and stopped struggling, but Bobocha started struggling.

Cedric asked, "Hagrid, how many pieces of cake did you give Fang?"

"Not many, just three portions."

William thought that even if Fang didn't die from Hagrid's terrible cooking, he would die from overeating.

He glanced quickly at Cho and Cedric, then hurriedly covered his mouth, saying, "Hagrid, what a pity... I've been eating too much sugar lately, and I have some cavities. I can't eat sweets, it hurts!"

Qiu felt as if she had been struck by lightning. This was the reason she had just wanted to give, but it had been beaten to it. She glared fiercely at William.

"Oh, I see." Hagrid considered it seriously. "I really should take care of my teeth. Roy sent me a lot of dental care products."

Haige and Roy are friends, Roy often gives Hagrid books about dental care.

"Here you go, you two still have Bobocha. Share this cake with us, don't be shy, there's more after you finish it, plenty to go around!"

"..."

"Hagrid, Professor Dumbledore agreed to let you pick up Potter?" William asked after putting down the Bobocha.

Hagrid visited William's house last summer for this project, and although the result was not satisfactory, at least he gained some experience.

"Yes," Hagrid said cheerfully, "He's agreed. Dumbledore such a good man. Of course, he can only assign this task to me; I'm someone he can trust!"

Hagrid was filled with pride.

"By the way, thank you for your suggestions. I spoke with Dumbledore this morning."

What did you talk about?

"Of course it's Fluffy," Hagrid said mysteriously.

William looked at Hagrid with feigned ignorance.

Dumbledore already knew that Cerberus was hiding in the Room of Requirement, but he just didn't say anything. William also brought it up, Dumbledore said he would keep Fluffy.

Hagrid simply didn't know that.

Hagrid was also very happy, saying, "The headmaster agreed to let me raise Fluffy, and even got me a breeding certificate."

However, for the time being, we need to keep Fluffy in the castle; he needs to borrow it for a while.

All three were taken aback, including William.

"Why does the principal need Fluffy?" Cedric asked tentatively.

"Well—I don't know either—maybe Dumbledore likes petting dogs, Fluffy is so cute!"

Hagrid's eyes darted away, refusing to tell the truth.

William and his two companions exchanged glances, realizing that the situation was not so simple.

But that's okay, Hagrid is always the weakest point.

"Oh, by the way, you're getting a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor." Hagrid began to change the subject.

Who is it?

"Professor Quirrell, oh, I remember him, he was a very good student in school."

However, he later took a year off from school and traveled around the world in order to gain some firsthand practical experience.

I haven't seen him in years. Dumbledore said he'll be the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor next year.

William raised an eyebrow. There really are people who aren't afraid of death. Just look at Robert and Professor Tywin to see how dangerous this position is.

Hagrid was delighted. "Thank goodness Professor Quirrell is willing to take the position. No one has applied for months since Tywin was imprisoned in Azkaban."

William and the others tried to steer the conversation toward Fluffy, but Hagrid only talked about Professor Quirrell and was tight-lipped, suggesting that the headmaster had spoken to him about something.

In the end, the group didn't get anything of value out of Hagrid.

That evening, the school held its End-of-Year Feast.

The Great Hall was newly decorated in Ravenclaw's sky blue and bronze to celebrate their victory in the House Cup, breaking Slytherin's monopoly.

On the wall behind the High Table hung a huge banner depicting Ravenclaw eagle.

When William entered the Great Hall, the hall suddenly fell silent, and then everyone suddenly began to speak loudly again.

During this period, the Daily Prophet extensively reported on William's affairs, so it's no exaggeration to say he received such attention.

A moment later, Dumbledore arrived, and the noise in the Great Hall gradually subsided.

"Another year has passed!" Dumbledore said cheerfully. "Before we enjoy these delicacies, I must trouble you to listen to an old man's cliché."

What a wonderful year! Your little minds must be much richer than before... There's a whole summer vacation waiting for you, giving you time to digest all that information and clear your heads before the next semester starts...?"

"Now, as far as I know, we will first hold the House Cup awards ceremony. The specific scores of each college are as follows:"

Fourth place: Gryffindor, 89 points; Third place: Hufflepuff, 248 points; Second place: Slytherin, 312 points; First place: Ravenclaw, 480 points.

A thunderous cheer and stomping erupted from the Ravenclaw table.

The Gryffindor students all lowered their heads and remained silent.

Their college is significantly different from the other colleges.

The polarization is so severe because too many points were deducted in the early stages, and it took a long time to catch up and finally turn positive.

Because of Tywin, the Quidditch final was cancelled, meaning neither Gryffindor nor Hufflepuff received Quidditch Cup points.

Dumbledore raised his hand, signaling everyone to quiet down.

"This score isn't the final score; something that happened some time ago also needs to be taken into account."

The Great Hall became very quiet.

"Uh, uh," Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Let me see, Mr. Stark. William Stark..."

All eyes were once again focused on William.

"He captured a wanted criminal of the Ministry of Magic and protected Hogwarts students from Death Eaters, something that hadn't happened at the school for many years."

I want to award him the Special Award for Services to the School, and of course, I'll give Ravenclaw House a hundred points for that.

The Ravenclaw ' cheers nearly lifted the enchanted ceiling. The stars above them seemed to tremble as well.

People weren't excited because William had given the college a perfect score, but because he had received the Special Award for Services to the School.

This is a remarkable achievement; the school will award a gold medal, which will be permanently displayed in the Trophy Room.

After the principal finished his announcement, each student happily ate the food that appeared before them, talking loudly about their summer vacation plans.

William ate very quickly; he knew that if he didn't eat fast, he wouldn't be able to finish.

Sure enough, halfway through the dinner, Peeves suddenly appeared at the Slytherin table with two enormous Dungbomb.

A strong, pungent odor quickly filled the Great Hall.

William and his companions escaped in the chaos.

If it weren't for the Dungbomb, it would have been a wonderful night.

But regardless, William's freshman year is finally coming to an end.

(First update, two more updates this afternoon, please vote!)

P. S., As a fellow reader pointed out, I saw on the Harry Potter Vicky Corey that "Homonculous Charm" is translated as "Tracking Charm," so I changed "Homonculous Charm" in the previous text to "Tracking Charm."