The Little Superman of Hogwarts

The Little Superman of Hogwarts - Chapter 091 [End of the First Year (Completed)]

The House points difference is only one point! Is there any hope for a comeback?

Dumbledore didn't disappoint the young wizards. He raised his head and said, "A few months ago, we received a new teaching aid: the Magic Meter! We even named the magic meter we received [CNC Magic Meter] after the initials of its inventors!

Everyone has used it already. It is very useful. It can directly reflect our magic value and let us know ourselves better! I don’t think I need to say more about its importance! We have all witnessed its significance to us!

And what I want to say is that just now, a few hours ago, I received a message.

The members of the Order of Merlin have decided to award each of the three inventors of the Magic Meter a Second Class Order of Merlin! To commend them for their great contributions!"

"Therefore, Mr. Christian Feynman of Gryffindor will receive a Second Class Order of Merlin!

This is the youngest winner this century, and also the youngest recipient of the Second Class Order of Merlin!

Our Hogwarts will be extremely proud of Mr. Feynman!"

"My God!" "Merlin's beard!" "The Order of Merlin?!?!?!" The little wizards below the stage couldn't hold back any longer, and the scene was completely out of control. It was like five or six hundred fat ducks.

"Silence!" Dumbledore waved his hand and continued, "I will therefore award Mr. Feynman one hundred points!"

The little lions were overjoyed when they heard this number, while the little snakes were incredulous. What was all this? Add one hundred points? Can you add that many?

Chris himself was also stunned. Dumbledore hadn't told him this news. This must be new information that just came out.

"This means," Dumbledore had to shout loudly to drown out the thunderous cheers, because even the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students were celebrating Slytherin's sudden defeat, "that we need to make some small changes to the decorations here."

He clapped his hands, and immediately, the green streamers turned bright red, and the silver turned gold; the huge Slytherin snake disappeared, replaced by a majestic Gryffindor lion.

The little lions rushed to Chris's side, lifted Chris over their heads, and threw him high into the air. Chris was also taken aback by the enthusiasm of his classmates.

"Hooray! We won!" The little lions shouted and celebrated, and even the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students applauded—Slytherins were too unpopular.

The banquet started like this. Except for the Slytherins, most of the wizards were very happy. They tried the dumplings made by Chris himself and praised them constantly.

A school year ended like this. In the last few days, grades were sent to each wizard. Chris took out his grades and glanced at them. Except for flying class, all were "O / Outstanding"!

Madam Hooch was very kind in flying class, giving Chris a barely passing A—Chris's flying speed is now about the same as riding a bicycle, about 20 kilometers per hour. In contrast, the slowest first-year wizard has a speed of 80 kilometers per hour.

Hermione's transcript was very beautiful—except for a History of Magic grade of [E / Exceeds Expectations], all others were O / Outstanding.

Chris could only comfort himself—it is impossible to have everything go smoothly in life.

This morning, their wardrobes were empty, and the house-elves had packed everything into their suitcases. Neville's toad was found hiding in a corner of the bathroom.

Summer vacation notices were sent to each student, warning them not to use magic during the holidays ("I always hoped they'd forget to send this to us," Fred Weasley said regretfully).

Chris was perfunctory about this kind of indifferent announcement.

Hagrid was responsible for leading them onto the fleet of boats across the lake. Now, they were already on the Hogwarts Express, talking and laughing all the way, watching the countryside outside the window become more and more verdant and tidy. The train passed through Muggle towns, they ate Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, took off their wizard robes, and put on jackets and short tops; finally, the train stopped at Platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross Station.

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On this day, in the distant Azkaban prison.

"Not bad!" A miniature Dementor was devouring the happiness of a prisoner.

Although he was only a two-foot-tall figure similar to a [toy Dementor], his deep gaze seemed to penetrate time and space, appearing deep and full of wisdom—this was a huge difference from normal Dementors.

Voldemort was Voldemort. In a short period of time, he almost subdued all the Dementors and became the boss.

Voldemort, with a calm face, was much more mature, but his face was still unclear.

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In Chris's house, Henry and his wife and Alice and her daughter were having tea.

"Will he be home tonight?" Mrs. Jenny asked.

"Of course!" Alice answered the question first.

"I really hope he can study at home next year, so we will never have to be separated again," Jenny also said.

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Snape, who was absent from the dinner, was now explaining the ins and outs of the matter to a young and beautiful woman.

"Once you enter the operating room, there is no turning back," Snape explained.

"Of course I won't turn back!" The woman said firmly, "If you think it's necessary, you can try it yourself, instead of doing it through artificial insemination."

Snape just waved his hand weakly: "Go in!"

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At this moment, somewhere in the basement of Hogwarts, in a secret room.

A large snake quietly crawled, without movement or dust.

"Hahaha! I hope those mudbloods will come and hit me on time!" Snakes are a very perverted thing, but no one can understand themselves.

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Professor McGonagall sat quietly by the window, opened her mysterious notebook, looked at the things recorded on it, and the last line—Chris's name.

"Chris's actions are like this…"

"I think even if he is not the savior, he will definitely not give up. Let's continue to observe!"

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Chris walked out of the train station. Mr. and Mrs. Granger were waiting. When they saw the two of them coming out, they rushed over happily.

"Hermione, then we'll see you next time!" Chris said to Hermione. They were both very happy today.

"Wait…" Hermione suddenly grabbed Chris, who was about to leave.

Chris was about to ask why, but Hermione tiptoed and suddenly kissed Chris on the cheek.

Dr. Granger was stunned…

Chris was embarrassed.