Days passed, and the final exam results were finally out.
Charlie's grades were unsurprising.
Except for History of Magic, he scored full marks in all other subjects.
As for History of Magic... let's not mention History of Magic.
Dumbledore had been missing for several days.
Charlie had been trying to find Dumbledore to talk to him, wanting to ask why Lord Voldemort couldn't be killed.
But every time he went to the Principal's office, the door was locked.
Until the day of the year-end feast.
They would leave school for summer vacation the day after the feast.
Charlie was packing his luggage in the dormitory and was a bit late getting to the Great Hall.
By the time he arrived, the Great Hall was already full of people.
As soon as he pushed open the door, the noisy Great Hall instantly fell silent.
Hundreds of eyes turned to him in unison.
In these days, the story of Charlie defeating the Dark Wizard had spread throughout Hogwarts.
The Weasley Twins were the first to react, clapping loudly.
They had received a full 20 Galleons from Charlie, and now they wished they could kowtow to him.
Their Weasley family vault only had one Galleon.
Applause instantly echoed throughout the Great Hall.
The Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students were the most excited; many of them had witnessed Charlie's heroic feat firsthand.
The Ravenclaw students also clapped; although they hadn't participated personally, they had heard about the thrilling events of that day.
Only the students at the Slytherin long table looked displeased.
This year's House Cup was theirs, but Charlie had stolen their thunder.
Anyone would feel annoyed by that.
Charlie walked to the Hufflepuff long table and sat down, and only then did the applause subside.
Dumbledore sat on the high table, looking at Charlie below with a helpless expression.
This child really can't go a day without causing trouble.
He had deliberately not shown his face these past few days because seeing Charlie made him tired.
The carefully designed test for Harry had been turned into a dungeon: The Philosopher's Stone Defense by Charlie.
But it was still good; Harry had indeed shown the courage to face Lord Voldemort, and that was enough.
At the faculty table, Professor Sprout looked at Charlie with a proud face.
This was her Hufflepuff student.
In the past two years, Hufflepuff had truly produced many talents, with Cedric in third year and Charlie in first year.
Snape, next to her, snorted coldly.
"Show-off, conceited."
Professor Sprout immediately became displeased.
Frowning, she asked in a stiff tone.
"Severus, what do you mean by that?"
"Charlie is an excellent student of Hufflepuff, and I don't believe he has provoked you."
Snape was expressionless, his voice still icy cold.
"Oh, he is truly too excellent; he couldn't even pass the History of Magic exam. Such excellence is simply unprecedented."
Professor Sprout's voice rose.
"But he got full marks in all other subjects, and he also protected the Philosopher's Stone."
"Heh." Snape's lips curved into a sarcastic arc.
"If it weren't for our House's high score, I would have thought this year's House Cup belonged to Hufflepuff."
At these words, Professor Sprout was instantly silenced.
Indeed, Slytherin's total score was there; no matter how indignant she was, it was useless.
She could only turn her head away angrily, no longer bothering with Snape.
Professor McGonagall, beside her, comforted her, saying Snape was just like that and not to mind him.
Professor McGonagall didn't even dare to speak; who could blame her when Gryffindor had the lowest score?
Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat.
The noise in the Great Hall instantly disappeared.
"Before the feast begins, we will hold the House Cup award ceremony."
His voice echoed through the Great Hall, and everyone held their breath.
"The scores for each House are as follows:"
Dumbledore waved his wand, and four large numbers appeared in the air.
"Fourth place, Gryffindor, 212 points."
A deadly silence fell over the Gryffindor long table.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville all hung their heads, their faces terribly grim.
The four of them had contributed greatly.
"Third place, Hufflepuff, 392 points."
Scattered applause broke out at the Hufflepuff long table, but it wasn't enthusiastic.
Most Hufflepuffs didn't care about the House Cup anyway; they cared more about whether there would be fries at tonight's dinner.
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