Chapter 548 Final Dinner
Filch, who had been freed from petrification for a few days, could not believe the reality in front of him.
Not long after the dinner started, when McGonagall had just won the annual Academy Cup, countless fireworks suddenly exploded.
In the nightmare he had for more than half a year, there seemed to be this scene where sparks were flying everywhere.
That’s right!
And the red-headed Weasley troublemaker!
After a round of fireworks, sumptuous food appeared on the long table.
Fred and George sat down, with no intention of spoiling their meal.
Judging from their slightly excited expressions, there must be a second round of fireworks.
Dumbledore was eating pudding, occasionally raising his glass and taking a sip with the professors.
Drunk Trelawney put down an empty wine bottle.
She reached forward to explore and accidentally knocked over three other empty bottles.
Snape, who was next to him, quickly ducked away.
"Oh, Severus?" Trelawney swayed closer,
"Merlin's sherry! When did you come back?"
Snape stepped back to the side in disgust, "I've always been there."
"Impossible!" She was so excited that she waved her hand forward.
"My third eye tells me that you will encounter a series of unfortunate things."
From a certain perspective, it is indeed a series of misfortunes.
But this is in hindsight.
Also, put down that bottle of sherry that slipped away!
"you're drunk."
Trelawney uncorked the bottle and smelled the fresh and elegant aroma, "No, Severus, I'm not drunk."
She suddenly straightened up and looked up at the ceiling.
Snape was stunned for a moment.
"Hiccup--" She burped, then shivered with her head down,
"Today is truly a day worth celebrating."
Filling her glass with wine, she drank half the glass in one go.
Snape's face was terrifyingly gloomy.
In the past thirteen years, I have come here almost every year.
He hated prophecies, but he couldn't ignore them.
"Severus -" Trelawney raised her glass, "To celebrate the end of your misfortune, why don't we have a drink?"
"No." Snape stood up and left the staff table with a dark face.
Can there be any reliable predictions from this crazy drunkard?
As he strode toward the door of the Great Hall, several small round white objects fell onto the Slytherin table.
Draco was hit by the soup splashed onto his school robe.
"who is it!"
Crabbe and Goyle put down the big chicken drumsticks in their hands and looked around with wary eyes.
Realizing something, Daphne quickly stood up and walked past Snape.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the bubble beans that expanded when exposed to water burst the soup bowl.
The soup spilled onto Draco's smooth and neat blond hair.
"Hahahaha——" Fred and George rolled on the floor laughing.
Draco touched his forehead, "Damn Weasley!"
Picking up a bubble bean the size of a Quaffle, he threw it hard towards the Gryffindor table.
It almost flew past Snape's big nose.
A few drops of soup fell on his greasy, medium-long black hair, and also on his terrifyingly gloomy big face.
With a "whoosh" sound, Bubble Bean flew over the heads of the little lions, smashed the window and flew out of the castle.
"Good shot!" Li raised a mutton chop to his mouth.
"Player Malfoy is indeed the ace of the Slytherin team. He can even hold the position of pursuer!"
Draco clenched his fists, and just as he was about to say something, another splash of soup splashed him in the face.
There was more than one bubble bean, and this time it was Gower's big soup bowl that burst.
Pick it up with both hands and throw it hard.
"Bang-bang bang-"
Snape turned around as he pushed open the door to the auditorium.
The expected scene did not appear.
Bubble Bean seemed to be hit back by something, which happened to knock Draco down to the floor.
Judging from the metal bat held in Vincent's hand, the ball thrown by these hands was really accurate.
"Wow!" Li made a batting motion in an extremely exaggerated manner,
"Look at our player Wayne, he conjured a bat out of nowhere and hit the ball back to player Malfoy!"
Draco, who was helped up by Crabbe and Goyle, looked livid.
"Wayne!"
Snape sneered again and again.
Let's fight, we must fight.
Moreover, it will be such a commotion that it will shock the world, make people cry, and make some students have to be expelled.
"Ding ding——" Dumbledore tapped the wine glass, and then pointed the Elder Wand at the Slytherin table.
The bubble beans that were still expanding quickly deflated.
"I think the carnival should be saved for the last weekend of the semester, which is tomorrow."
Vincent transforms the bat back into a Court of Owls badge;
Fred and George put a few small balls back into their pockets;
Li sat down and took a bite of the mutton chop in his hand;
Draco also sat down with gritted teeth.
Dumbledore at the staff table smiled, "The train will leave at 11 a.m. on Sunday. I would like to wish everyone a happy summer vacation in advance."
It's quite enjoyable now.
Although relatively speaking.
Snape walked out of the auditorium door with low pressure, like an evil spirit.
Vincent shivered inexplicably.
He ignored Draco's eyes full of unwillingness and resentment, and met Dumbledore's eyes full of meaning.
When the principal speaks, the face that should be given should still be given.
But in the early morning, it’s time to party to your heart’s content.
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Court of Owls Room.
"A round of applause for our Gwent Grand Champion to come on stage!"
The innermost arena was temporarily replaced with a medal podium.
There were students standing underneath, and they all applauded Luna with smiles on their faces.
She quietly walked up to the podium and took a trophy from Vincent's hand.
The material is memory alloy, and the shape is Gugu holding a Gwent card high.
The card has the words "Hogwarts Champion of the Year 1992" and Luna Lovegood's name is engraved on the base of the trophy.
"Congratulations." Vincent's eyes signaled her to take a closer look at the trophy.
Luna turned to the back in confusion and found a small series of symbols engraved on the tail feathers.
"Wayne, what are they?"
"Some simple little touches."
She blinked her big eyes, "Will it show its original magical function after rearrangement?"
Vincent smiled and nodded.
This little witch's intuition is always very accurate.
He put the microphone back to his mouth, "Next is our runner-up!"
The whistles blown by Fred and George were particularly harsh, so sharp that even the loud applause couldn't cover them up.
It feels like teasing and sarcasm.
Percy walked up to the podium with red ears.
He took the iron-copper alloy trophy handed by Vincent and stood next to Luna without saying a word.
“In the end it’s our third runner-up!”
Roger Davis raised a sterling silver trophy to even louder applause.
As the new Quidditch captain of Ravenclaw, he is tall and handsome and very popular among the students.
"Okay, the awards are over." Vincent pulled out his wand, "Let's play some music!"
One by one, the wall lamps turned into basses, and more and more bass saxophone brass pipes poked out from the ceiling.
With the automatic playing of musical instruments, the entire activity room was enveloped in music with a strong sense of rhythm.
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This chapter has been completed!