The King of Flags at Hogwarts

“Avada Kedavra!”

Sixteen-year-old Tom was already skilled at using the "Big Melon" technique, and the intense green light represented the murderous intent in his heart.

Bobby dodged the green light with a flash and arrived beside Tom, grabbing his hand.

"Ah!! What are you?! Get away from me!"

Bobby gently took Harry's wand from his hand and said with displeasure, "You've called me an object twice now. You have no manners at all."

Tom Reid immediately felt that the whole world was rejecting him, while another world full of death was opening its doors to him, and a strong suction was pulling him toward it.

"Do not!!!!"

In just three seconds, the little diary turned into a real diary.

Although Harry lost, Bobby won.

Now it's time to enjoy the spoils!

Chapter 70 seems like we didn't win again.

Bobby cast a cleansing spell on Harry, then raised the floor to form a bed, and lit a campfire next to it.

She pulled a bottle of blue potion from her bosom and poured it down Harry's throat. This was a highly nutritious tonic, which Bobby called the "perfect tonic." Even if a vampire drained your blood, this one dose would guarantee you a rosy complexion and the ability to immediately do a set of calisthenics.

Having done all this, Bobby's bright green eyes turned to the pool of basilisks.

He ran over happily, brandished his broadsword, and quickly cut off a large piece of meat weighing ten pounds from the snake's belly.

Carrying the meat back to the campfire, Bobby skillfully began processing the ingredients.

The basilisk's flesh is a bit grayish-green, but that's nothing to worry about. Did you think the flesh of the Peruvian venomous fanged dragon would be any better looking?

These colors are the result of magic being absorbed over the years. Does magic have a smell? Of course it does. In Poppy's experience, white magic tastes the best, like the eight-eyed giant spider, and yellow magic is also good, like the venomous dragon.

Although the flavor of the magic-infused food is superior, the meat of the Giant Spider is far inferior to that of the Venomous Fang Dragon.

Poppy cut the basilisk meat into regular cubes, and she even hummed a little tune happily.

"We ordinary people are truly happy today..."

"We ordinary people are really, really, really happy today!"

A burst of flames erupted beside Poppy.

But our little girl didn't even look up, her hands never stopped moving. Two old men? What's more important than food?

The visitors were none other than Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

"Hehe, as expected of my granddaughter, she's so efficient, it looks like she's already taken care of everything!"

Bobby snorted, "When things got into trouble, you were all just watching the show. Now that it's over, you're all coming over to freeload. What kind of elders are you?"

“Young man, you need more practice,” Grindelwald patted Bobby on the shoulder, then looked at Dumbledore, who was carefully examining Harry. Grindelwald scoffed.

"Your savior seems to be no good. He was completely outmaneuvered by sixteen-year-old Riddle. Clearly, your training program seems to have failed."

“No, Gellert, you don’t know Tom’s charm. He bewitched a lot of people when he was young, even the previous headmaster, Armando Dippet, was deceived by him, so that doesn’t prove anything.”

Dumbledore said with a smile, "I am quite satisfied with Harry. He was able to break free of the Imperius Curse on his own and showed great willpower and courage when facing Voldemort himself. I think that is more important than anything else."

Poppy angrily threw the chunks of meat into the pot: "So you know everything that happened here, and you also have a way to get down here, right?"

Dumbledore paused, momentarily at a loss for words.

A few years ago, Poppy had specifically sought him out, asking if Fawkes could take her to the underground chamber, as she wanted to eat the Basilisk. But Dumbledore had confidently declared, "The school has many secrets, and even the headmaster doesn't know them all!"

"Hmph, Dumbledore won't get any of this meat!"

Bobby started adding various spices to the pot, and the rich aroma immediately filled the enclosed room.

Dumbledore smiled nonchalantly and didn't argue with the little girl.

He picked up the diary from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and said, "It seems that Tom's soul has been completely wiped out. I was originally thinking that I might be able to use the basilisk's fangs to destroy the Horcrux."

Grindelwald smiled and said, "Now that we've confirmed that Poppy's bloodline comes from Avalon, she naturally has absolute dominion over all the undead. What undead could resist the call from the other side of Fukushima?"

Dumbledore nodded, then looked at the basilisk's corpse: "I'll go and bring Severus down and collect the important materials first. The basilisk is very rare, and it would be such a waste if it were all eaten by Bobby."

Before Bobby could protest, Old Deng slyly ran away.

Poppy continued heating the pot while grumbling. If Dumbledore had asked for ingredients for the Basilisk, she would have refused outright. But he had brought Snape along, so how could she refuse?

By the time Dumbledore brought Snape down, Poppy's basilisk meat was already stewed!

Snape released Fawkes's leg and immediately saw the enormous basilisk corpse. Then he heard an old man and a young boy arguing over who would get the first bite of meat.

"Oh dear, little Bobby, look how hard I've taught you, and how beautiful Matilda has been with you, so please let me eat first. I'm too old to eat much."

In the end, Bobby couldn't beat Grindelwald. The old man was just too eloquent. Just to get a bite to eat, he could give you the air of a speech, making Bobby feel that not letting the old man eat first was a heinous crime.

Grindelwald got to eat his first bite of basilisk meat, smacked his lips, and swallowed it.

"How is it?" Bobby asked expectantly.

"Your seasoning is excellent, go ahead and try it yourself."

After saying that, Grindelwald stood up and walked towards the basilisk's corpse. The basilisk's fangs were valuable, and he wanted to get one as soon as possible.

Bobby couldn't wait any longer, so he grabbed a piece of snake meat and put it in his mouth.

amount……

The taste is indescribable.

The meat is tough, tastes sour, and leaves a bitter aftertaste...

Grindelwald was right; apart from the seasoning, this pot of meat was utterly worthless.

Thinking of the "delicious food" I've been longing for for seven years, the unwavering gaze through wind and rain for those seven years, and the painstaking planning for almost a year, is this all?

Overwhelmed with grief, Bobby burst into tears.

It is said: A man's tears are exhausted and his heart is broken; seven years of waiting have come to naught.

Snape was shocked and rushed to Poppy's side. "Poppy, what's wrong? Are you hurt somewhere? You were too reckless. How could you go and fight the Basilisk all by yourself?"

Poppy looked at Snape with teary eyes, "Papa Snape, I'm alright," she glared resentfully at the basilisk, "You don't need to choose anymore, this whole basilisk is yours..."

Harry lost, but Bobby won, yet it seemed like he didn't really win... Severus Snape, on the other hand, won in a daze.

Bobby's grief surged like a reversed Milky Way, triggering a severe cold snap that swept across the entire end of February.

Even with warming spells cast on them, the wizards still felt the bone-chilling cold.

Professor Sprows spent all his time in the greenhouse, but even a magically enchanted greenhouse couldn't guarantee the temperature required for the potion to grow properly.

Bobby had just come out of her little greenhouse. The vegetables and fruits were a minor issue; the magical creatures in the space were the real problem. She would be sad for a long time if she lost even one of the Moon-obsessed Beasts.

“Bobby, you’re out,” Sprout greeted Bobby. “The weather this year is really weird, it’s so cold! Even the curse can’t stop it.”

Bobby chuckled somewhat guiltily, though she had a rough idea of ​​what caused this unusual weather.

At the beginning of the semester, she set a goal for Hermione: to remain number one in her grade this year.

Now petrified, she lies in the infirmary, only mandrake can restore her. This cold snap severely damaged the mandrake seedlings, delaying their maturity by at least several months.

As a result, Hermione naturally couldn't get first place in her grade.

Is it just that God has so little confidence in himself?

I'm Bobby Evans, a genius! I can beat Hermione with my own strength, okay?

All I need to do is memorize the history of magic, and being number one in the grade is a piece of cake.

Just memorize the history of magic properly!

if only……

Well, it's fine as it is now. I hate the history of magic the most.

Chapter 71 Medical Room

Harry opened his eyes in bed and struggled to sit up.

This is the infirmary, and Hermione is lying next to him.

Poppy Unit-01 heard the commotion and quickly came over.

"Harry Potter! Lie down, you need to rest!"

With Madam Pomfrey's help, Harry lay back down and asked, "How is my cousin, oh, I mean, Bobby Evans?"

Mrs. Pomfrey was baffled: "What are you talking about? What could that little girl possibly have done? She's been helping out at the greenhouse all week."

"A week? I was unconscious for a week?"

"No, Mr. Potter, you've been unconscious for half a month."

Harry wailed, "I missed the match against Hufflepuff!"

Quidditch?

After receiving Harry's confirmation, Madam Pomfrey suddenly erupted in fury, "I don't know if Dumbledore has gone senile! This cold snap, which only happens once every thousand years, and they still want to hold a competition!"

Her voice grew louder and louder, almost roaring: "In this cold weather, even brooms aren't working properly, they keep falling from the sky, falling from the sky! My place is almost overflowing with students who are missing limbs!"

"And almost all the students watching the game caught a cold, and I'm out of energy drinks! If it weren't for the two Potions Masters at the school, Hogwarts might have seen its first student die from a cold in a thousand years! Outrageous, absolutely outrageous!"

Harry asked tentatively, "And what was the result of the match?"

"The tournament results? The Quidditch Cup this semester has been cancelled!"

Harry closed his eyes in frustration. This was terrible. He had caused Gryffindor to lose a lot of points recently, but without the Quidditch Cup points, he had no way to make up for the damage he had done to the house's grades.

He glanced at Hermione beside him; it seemed even the best point-scoring expert couldn't save Gryffindor.

Before dinner, Ron Weasley rushed to the infirmary. He pushed open the door, shivering, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Harry was already awake and sitting there reading a book.

“Harry, you’re awake!” Ron rushed to Harry. “What are you reading? Uh… The History of Magic… Don’t you hate that subject the most? Just like Bobby hates it.”