Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 302 Why Harry Received a Four-Year Special Contribution Award

Of course there are people in the world who are as stupid as pigs; after all, out of billions of people, there are bound to be a few pigs.

Of course, not all those sitting in the ministerial positions of a country are shrewd people.

As the saying goes, the world is a giant makeshift operation, just as the British could never have imagined that the best prime minister after the Cold War would be Jim Hack from a comedy film.

That's how it is these days; finding a reliable politician is harder than climbing to heaven.

Fudge is clearly a typical scoundrel; the phrase "ambitious but incompetent" simply doesn't apply to him.

why?

Ambitious but incompetent? First of all, you need to have ambition!
What do you have, Fuji?
All he thinks about all day is how to keep his position as Minister of Magic. He doesn't think about how to bring about better changes to the British magical community. He's no ordinary insect!
Therefore, even a tolerant person like Dumbledore found it somewhat difficult to tolerate someone like Fudge sitting in the position of Minister of Magic.

However, everyone reached a consensus that Fudge would definitely have to step down, but if Fudge were to step down, it would have to be through a series of legal struggles, rather than having a strongman step forward and forcibly remove Fudge from power.

After all, the British wizarding world had just experienced Voldemort's rampage not long ago, and Fudge was not seen as having done anything wrong in the eyes of the public.

If such a situation were to occur, and given that Fudge himself has some trusted confidants within the Ministry of Magic, forcibly removing him from power would inevitably cause further damage to the already battered British magical community.

After the short meeting in the headmaster's office, Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room.

Vivi also left Hogwarts to return to Vienna to deal with the merger with Hungary—a long-held wish of hers.

"Want to play a riddle, Harry?"

The Sphinx’s voice rang out, and Harry looked up to see that beautiful face staring at him.

It was really scary in the middle of the night.

This is why the Sphinx works the day shift, while the Fat Lady works the night shift.

"It's you? Where's the Fat Lady?" Harry asked curiously.

"The fat lady has gone on a date with her girlfriend," the Sphinx said with a smile. "I still can't quite understand you humans, your emotions are so... incomprehensible to me."

“You’ll get used to it after you see it a few more times,” Harry said with a chuckle. “Didn’t I already solve the riddle tonight? Why do I have to solve it again?”

“That’s in the maze. Your goal isn’t to get into the common room, but to win the Triwizard Tournament trophy.” Sphinx winked slyly.

“Alright,” Harry shrugged. “What else can I say? Tell me the riddle.”

The Sphinx cleared its throat.

What can run but never walk, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?

“River,” Harry replied quickly.

"Congratulations, you can now enter the common room."

The Sphinx leaped aside, clearing a path.

In the Gryffindor common room, the students were still waiting for Harry.

Everyone cheered when they saw him walk in.

"Welcome home, champions!" the Weasley twins shouted, setting off a set of pyrotechnic fireworks.

These are magical fireworks from the magical world; setting them off in a dormitory wouldn't cause any problem at all.

If it were Muggle fireworks, the twins would probably have set the entire Hogwarts Castle ablaze.

Everyone gathered around, encircling Harry and leading him to the table, where he sat in the front seat.

"Tonight is party night!" Angelina Johnson shouted. "We've already decided that all Gryffindors will stay up all night!"

“And Hufflepuff!” Cedric shouted.

“And Ravenclaw!” Luna’s ethereal voice rang out.

"And of course, Slytherin!" Draco said with an air of smugness.

"Cheers!" they shouted in unison, raising their butterbeer glasses and beaming with joy.

After finishing their butterbeer, the twins shouted in unison, "Let's sing the Hogwarts school song together, shall we? Let's all agree on a tune..."

"The funeral march?" Ron's face turned purple as he recalled the strange tone the twins had sung in first grade.

Merlin's beard... he certainly doesn't want to sing with his twin brothers!
"That's not a good idea, Ron!" Fred chuckled. "I think using that tune on such a joyous occasion would be a real downer—how about something more upbeat, like the wedding march?"

“It’s not that it won’t work…” Ron said with a grin, “but it still doesn’t fit the style.”

“Let’s go with ‘We Are the Champions’,” suggested Justin Finley, a Muggle-born singer. “You’ve all heard ‘We Are the Champions,’ that Queen song, right?”

It should be acknowledged that Queen was indeed very famous.

This song, composed in 1977, was even known to wizards.

"Of course!" everyone shouted in unison. "This song is absolutely perfect! Let's sing this song instead of the school song!"

This proposal was unanimously approved.

“I’ll start!” Justin stood on the table, holding his wand in mid-air. “I’ve paid my dues… Ready, go!”

Someone starts singing, and everyone follows the syllables they give the command to begin.

Harry happily took out his wand and played the accompaniment to the song.

The climax is about to arrive, and the students put their hands on each other's shoulders and sing loudly in unison.

"We are the champions, my friends!"

"And we'll keep fighting till the end!"

Just then, Colin raised his camera, pressed the shutter, and captured this happy and carefree moment in a photograph.

They partied until late into the night before reluctantly parting ways.

This is the last celebration for the seventh graders. After the holiday, they will leave school and embark on their journey into society.

After the Triwizard Tournament, there was one final lesson to be learned. Dumbledore believed that Voldemort had returned, and the students should use every available moment to study.

Since Barty Jr.'s arrest, there had been a vacancy in the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. But just when everyone thought the Defense Against the Dark Arts class would never be taught again, Snape suddenly appeared in the classroom.

This is truly frustrating, since nobody wants to take Snape's classes, whether it's Potions or Defense Against the Dark Arts.

But there was no way to resist, so since there was no way to resist, they could only passively accept it.

Ron was the one who suffered. Ever since he fought with Snape in the Great Hall, he had been targeted by Snape.

In one class period, he earned fourteen points deducted.

Snape was pleased, but at the cost of Ron's suffering.

Draco, who was gloating, grinned throughout the entire class, but by the end of the class, he couldn't laugh anymore.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Snape’s greasy voice rang out, “since you like to laugh so much, then… you’ll need to write an extra paper on Defense Against the Dark Arts during the summer vacation.”

The smile didn't disappear; it simply transferred to Ron.

“Serves him right,” he whispered gloatingly to Hermione in the Great Hall. “I knew he’d be there soon, but he insisted on waiting a bit…”

Harry had no classes on Friday afternoon, so he decided to go see Hagrid.

So he called Hermione and Ron, and together they went down to Hagrid's hut to visit him.

It was a bright sunny day, and as they approached, Fang jumped out of the open door, barking happily and wagging his tail.

"Who's there?" Hagrid asked, moving to the door. "Harry!"

He strode over to greet them, gave Harry a big hug with his thick arm, ruffled his hair, and said, "It's so good to see you, buddy—it's so good to see you."

They entered Hagrid's hut and saw two sets of teacups and saucers the size of buckets on the wooden table in front of the fireplace.

“I had a cup of tea with Orim,” Hagrid said. “She just left.”

"Mrs. Maxime?" Hermione asked with a doting auntie smile. "How's it going between you two? Are you getting married soon? Tell me, tell me!"

"Hey, nothing much to say."

Despite saying that, Hagrid couldn't stop grinning foolishly.

Even a fool could see that Hagrid and Mrs. Maxime's relationship was now rapidly heating up.

If nothing unexpected happens, they will definitely reach a conclusion.

We have Sirius Black to thank for this. If it weren't for his tireless help, Hagrid, with his bluntness, would have angered Mrs. Maxime long ago.

They stayed with Hagrid for an entire afternoon before leaving.

On the day before the holiday, the school, as usual, prepared a farewell celebration banquet.

When Harry entered the Great Hall, it was decorated in Gryffindor's gold and red as always, making it seem as if the Great Hall belonged to Gryffindor.

When Harry came in, his classmates waved and cheered at him.

The real Mad-Eye Moody now sat at the staff table, his wooden leg and magical eye back in their normal positions. He looked extremely nervous and started whenever anyone spoke to him.

Harry knew he couldn't be blamed; after all, Moody had been locked in his trunk for ten months, which must have aggravated his fear of being attacked.

Karkarov sat in his seat, looking extremely relaxed and quite happy.

As Harry sat down with the other Gryffindor classmates, he thought to himself that Karkaroff must have confirmed that Voldemort would no longer interfere with his normal life.

This is a good thing. Since Karkaroff paid for his past crimes during the trial, it's a good thing that he can escape that shadow and Voldemort's control.

Noticing Harry's gaze, Karkaroff raised the wine on the table and made a toasting gesture towards Harry.

Although he was annoying, Harry nodded to him as a greeting.

Vivi is right. As a great man once said, we should unite all forces that can be united.

Who knows, Karkaroff might come to his aid someday.

Mrs. Maxim sat next to Hagrid, and they were talking quietly, looking very pleased.

On the other side of the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall, was Snape.

When Harry looked at him, his gaze lingered on Harry for a moment—his expression was inscrutable, looking as somber as ever, but after noticing Harry's gaze, Snape forced a smile at him.

It's clear that even though Snape disliked Harry's face, he was willing to start accepting Harry back.

After all, James had already reconciled with him, and Harry himself hadn't angered him; in fact, he was quite nice to him.

After the Great Hall was full, Dumbledore stood up.

Immediately, the auditorium fell silent, and the students stopped whispering to each other.

"Another year," said Dumbledore, looking at everyone, "an end."

When Dumbledore said this, his tone was quite heavy. Everyone was curious, since the champion of this Triwizard Tournament was the Hogwarts' champion. Why was his tone so heavy?
"As is customary, we need to announce the scores for each house, but I think we should skip this step. After all, Harry Potter, the hero representing Hogwarts, has won the Triwizard Tournament. I believe no one will object to adding some points to Gryffindor because of this, even though Gryffindor is already the undisputed champion."

At the same time, cheers erupted in the auditorium.

"Of course, I also want to announce that Harry Potter has once again received the Special Contribution Award for the School, the fourth time he has received this award since he started school—"

At this point, Dumbledore raised a hand and tried to suppress the cheers of his classmates.

“The Ministry of Magic doesn’t want me to tell you this,” Dumbledore continued, “but I still have to tell you the truth—it’s time to reveal the real mystery of why Harry Potter received the Special Merit Award for four consecutive years!”

The students held their breath, waiting for Dumbledore to reveal the truth.

They never imagined that there was a hidden story behind Harry's four consecutive years of receiving the school's special contribution award!
"First of all, I need to tell you that Voldemort is not dead."

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, it was as if something had exploded in the Great Hall.

The students' expressions varied, ranging from confusion and fear to astonishment and indifference.

(End of this chapter)