Hogwarts: My Grandmother is the Queen

Chapter 130 Is this game of power really played like this?

Pansy screamed excitedly beside her, her voice so shrill it sounded like it could shatter a glass.

Daphne was also laughing, her eyes crinkling into two crescent moons.

Even Theodore put down his book, looking quite proud of himself.

Dumbledore raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and once the cheers subsided, he continued, "The second thing concerns the protected area."

He smiled and continued, "As we all know, His Highness the Prince of Wales, who is also the father of Mr. Henry Wales, has worked with the Ministry of Magic to establish a magical animal sanctuary in the Scottish Highlands."

This protected area cost 20 million Galleons and is currently the largest wildlife conservation project in the British magical world.

"And as far as I know, this project was initially initiated by Mr. Henry Welsh. He introduced his father to the plight of magical creatures, he made his father see the necessity of protecting these creatures, and he made cooperation between the two worlds possible."

"Furthermore, His Highness Prince Wells has pledged to prioritize internship and employment opportunities for Hogwarts graduates!"

He looked at Henry.

Sometimes, what changes the world is not magic, but a heart willing to listen.

The applause rang out again, even more enthusiastic than before.

Dumbledore continued, "Therefore, I have decided to award Mr. Wells an additional fifty points."

The auditorium erupted in cheers.

Fifty points plus fifty points equals one hundred points!

A bonus of 100 points is something that has been seen very few times in the history of Hogwarts!

No one thought this was abnormal, and no one questioned whether the game of power could really be played like this.

Because in Europe and America, this is how the game of power is played.

At the Slytherin table, someone had already started dancing—and it really was dancing, though it was a mess, but that was street dance.

Theodore put away the book and, unusually, smiled.

"Your Highness," he said, his voice a little louder than usual, "congratulations."

Henry nodded.

"Thanks."

Ron's mouth was agape at the Gryffindor table.

"One hundred points," he murmured. "He added one hundred points all by himself."

Hermione nodded.

"The unicorn thing is worth fifty points," she said. "As for the reserve, I think fifty points is too little. That's twenty million Galleons, a reserve, cooperation between two worlds, not to mention the many jobs it created for the British wizarding community—if it were me, I would add a hundred points."

Ron glanced at her.

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious." Hermione pushed up her glasses. "Grades aren't everything. Some things are more important than getting a zero on a test."

Ron opened his mouth, but found himself unable to refute it.

Harry stood silently to the side, watching the Slytherin table and the figure surrounded by the crowd, lost in thought.

After the commotion subsided slightly, Dumbledore spoke again.

"Now," he said, a mysterious smile on his face, "let's see the final scores of the Academy Cup."

With a wave of his hand, a giant hourglass appeared in mid-air.

The hourglass in Gryffindor contains 412 gems.

The hourglass in Ravenclaw shows 478 points.

The hourglass in Hufflepuff contains 403.

The hourglass in Slytherin has 579 points.

A deafening cheer erupted from the Slytherin table.

579 points!

He scored more than 100 points higher than the second-place Ravenclaw!

This is the highest score they've ever achieved!

Dumbledore smiled and waited for the cheers to subside before continuing, "This means that this year's House..." His gaze swept across the entire room.

"Belongs to Slytherin!"

The Slytherin table went completely mad; they stood up, hugged each other, high-fived each other, and patted each other on the shoulder.

Some people threw their scarves into the air, some jumped up and bumped into the ceiling, and some started singing—although no one knew what kind of nonsense they were singing, but who cares, they just sang.

Draco's face was flushed, whether from excitement or from shouting too loudly, he grabbed Henry's hand.

"Your Highness, you are our hero! A true hero!"

Henry felt a little pain from his grip, but he still smiled.

"This is all thanks to everyone," he said.

"What credit?!" Pansy shouted from the side. "Without your perfect score, we'd only get a maximum of 479!"

That's the truth.

Henry didn't say anything more, but just looked at the classmates around him, at the smiles on their faces. He felt a little strange, but after thinking about it, he understood.

The atmosphere at the Gryffindor table was somewhat somber, but not particularly somber.

After losing so many times, I'm used to it.

Ron sighed, picked up a piece of pumpkin pie, and took a bite.

"Come again next year," he said, his mouth stuffed full.

Harry nodded.

"Come again next year."

Hermione glanced at them, wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

At the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff table, the students were also clapping—not for Slytherin, but simply for Henry.

After all, a perfect score of 100 is certainly worthy of respect.

What deserves the most respect is the job opportunity that Dumbledore mentioned.

Dumbledore and the others finally calmed down, and then raised their hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

"This school year is coming to an end," he said. "Before you leave, I'd like to say a few words to you."

The auditorium fell silent, and everyone looked at him.

"This year, you have experienced a lot. You have learned new knowledge, mastered new skills, and faced new challenges. Some challenges are obvious, such as exams; others are unseen, such as fear, doubt, and those things hidden in the darkness."

"But you persevered, and you proved yourselves—through your courage, your kindness, and your choices."

His gaze swept across the room, finally settling on the Slytherin table and on Henry.

"Mr. Henry Wells chose to go into the Forbidden Forest to rescue a wounded unicorn. He didn't think about gaining points, honor, or even whether anyone would know; he simply did what he believed he should do."

He called out each person's name and praised them one by one. When each person was called out, their face showed either surprise or embarrassment.

Finally, he said, "Remember, what determines who you are is not your origin, not your bloodline, not even your achievements—but your choices."

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He smiled, his blue eyes gleaming with wisdom.

"Alright, that's all I have to say. I wish you a pleasant summer vacation, and a safe return home and here."