Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 129 End of Semester (Fifth Update)

Finally, Professor Snape stopped in front of Henry's crucible.

Henry's potion is nearing completion. Its color is a standard pale purple with a faint silver sheen, and its fragrance is fresh and gentle. All its indicators are perfect, as if it were a sample taken directly from a textbook.

Snape didn't say anything; he just stood there and watched.

The air in the entire classroom seemed to freeze.

Other students peeked up—Snape was standing behind one student without moving, and hadn't even sprayed him with venom, which was unheard of.

Finally, Snape spoke.

"Mr. Wells."

Henry raised his head, showing no remorse.

"professor."

Snape looked down at the pot of potion, then glanced at Henry.

"Perfect."

He uttered only this one word, then turned and continued walking forward, his black robe swirling with a whooshing sound, like a bat flapping its wings.

A very soft inhalation echoed in the classroom, a testament to the outstanding contribution made to preventing global warming.

For Snape to utter the word "perfect" was even more unusual than Professor McGonagall's smile.

When the bell rang to signal the end of the exam, the entire underground classroom seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Ron slumped in his seat, staring at his pot—a color he couldn't quite place—and muttered, "I think it might have failed."

Hermione glanced at it as she passed by.

"It's a failure. Throw it away. Professor Snape won't look at it."

Ron sighed and resignedly began to tidy up.

He already knows his exam results; he's guaranteed at least a "T".

What is T?

It's definitely the Troll.

Henry put away his wand, tidied his things, and prepared to leave.

"Mr. Wells."

Snape's voice came from the direction of the podium.

Henry stopped and turned around.

Snape stood behind the podium, his gaze fixed on him.

"Your medicine," he said, "can be left."

Stay? What does that mean?

Snape didn't explain, he just waved his hand to indicate that he could leave.

Henry nodded and turned to leave.

As soon as they stepped out of the underground classroom, Draco immediately approached them.

"Your Highness, what did Professor Snape say to you?"

He said my medicine could be kept.

"—Stay? What do you mean?" Draco clearly didn't understand what Snape meant either.

Henry shook his head: "I don't know."

That evening, in the Slytherin common room, several people sat around the fireplace, reviewing the exams of the past few days.

"Spells, no problem." Draco counted on his fingers. "Potions, excellent, Transfiguration."

He gritted his teeth as he said this.

"If it weren't for those damned rat whiskers, I'd be excellent! At least excellent!"

Pansy comforted him, saying, "At least you didn't blow up the crucible."

"That's Longbottom," Draco said. "I'm not going to let the cauldron explode!"

But Neville didn't actually explode the cauldron this time; he just got a mediocre "T".

Yes, the three Gryffindor troll brothers (as Snape put it): Neville, Seamus, and Ron, with Ron being the eldest troll.

"Yes, that's Neville," Pansy echoed.

The end-of-term banquet was held on the last night, and the Great Hall was decorated anew, with Slytherin green and silver adorning the walls to celebrate their seventh consecutive House Cup victory.

On the wall behind the main seating area hung a huge banner depicting the Slytherin snake.

The students entered the venue one after another and found their seats.

The Slytherin students stood tall and proud, their smugness impossible to hide. After all, it was obvious to everyone that this year's House Cup was theirs for the taking.

The Gryffindor students were dejected, looking like wilted eggplants.

The Ravenclaw students remained calm; they had long since resigned themselves to their fate, knowing they could never compete with Snape's invisible hand year after year.

The Hufflepuff students, however, were quite optimistic, eating and chatting as if the School Cup had nothing to do with them—which, in fact, it really didn't.

Dumbledore sat in the guest of honor's seat, smiling as he looked around the room.

Once everyone was seated, he stood up and opened his arms.

"Another year has passed!" he said cheerfully. "Before you all fully enjoy these delicious dishes, I must trouble you to listen to an old man's cliché. What a wonderful year it has been! Your little brains must be a bit richer than before—there's a whole summer ahead of you, allowing you to digest all that before the next semester starts, and clear your minds—"

The applause was sparse, but sincere.

Dumbledore raised his hand, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

"Now, before announcing the final results of the Academy Cup, I'd like to say a few things."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on the Slytherin table.

"The first thing is about the Forbidden Forest."

The atmosphere in the auditorium changed slightly.

Everyone knows what happened in the Forbidden Forest.

"One night not long ago, someone found a wounded unicorn." Dumbledore's voice turned somber. "The unicorn was wounded by an evil being, bleeding profusely, and on the verge of death."

No one speaks.

"That man," Dumbledore continued, "did not hesitate. He used his wand, his own power, to pull that unicorn back from the brink of death."

His gaze fell on Henry.

"Mr. Henry Wales."

Everyone turned to look at the Slytherin table.

Henry sat there, his expression calm, as if Dumbledore wasn't talking about him.

"Mr. Wells's conduct," Dumbledore said, "embodies the most precious quality of a wizard—"

Courage, compassion, and respect for life. He wasn't doing it for points or honor; he simply did what he believed was right.

He paused for a moment, letting his words settle into everyone's hearts.

"Therefore," he said, "I have decided to award Mr. Wells a bonus of fifty points."

The entire auditorium was silent for a moment, then suddenly erupted into a commotion.

Fifty points!

A full fifty points!

The Gryffindor students stared wide-eyed, the Ravenclaw students gasped, the Hufflepuff students gaped, and the Slytherin students—the Slytherin students had gone mad.

They stood up, cheering, screaming, banging on the table, and waving scarves.

Draco was the first to jump up and grab Henry's shoulder.

"Your Highness! Fifty points! Did you hear me?! Fifty points!"

Henry was dizzy from being shaken.

"I heard you, I heard you," he said, trying to remove Draco's hand.

But Draco was so excited that he lost his mind and refused to let go.