Chapter 807: The first decision at the opening party

  Chapter 807: School opening banquet, the first decision

 At the opening banquet, both students and professors were enjoying delicious food and chatting about their vacation experiences, with the exception of Kyle.

Because he didn’t like to eat anything too sweet, but he wanted to maintain his Dumbledore persona, so he could only find an excuse to have a full meal in the afternoon and sit there and watch.

This process was extremely torturous, especially when the aroma of steak and fried meat came over. Kyle felt as if someone was playing a concert in his stomach.

 But he couldn't show it, so he could only hold on. He really couldn't bear it, so he could only pretend to be indifferent and eat a few mouthfuls of pudding.

 It lasted like this for an hour.

Finally, the last piece of orange pudding disappeared from the plate, and the noise in the auditorium gradually became quieter.

Kyle knew it was his turn to do something again.

To be honest, by this time, he had gradually become accustomed to Dumbledore's identity, and his state was not as nervous as it was at the beginning.

 Kyle stood up, and the auditorium immediately returned to silence.

“I know that everyone has eaten and drank enough, and wants to go back to the warm bed in the dormitory as soon as possible and have a good night’s rest.

“But before that, please allow me to take up some of your time. At the beginning of the semester, I need to put forward a few things to you.”

 Professor McGonagall on the side turned her head in surprise.

Whether it was his expression or tone, he was so similar that for a moment, she even thought that this was the real Dumbledore.

But Kyle didn't notice this. He was looking at everyone in the audience at this time.

“I think about it, first of all, the gaming activities that everyone is most concerned about. Some people suggested that in this tense situation this year, it would be best to cancel Quidditch so that everyone can concentrate on their studies...”

 Speaking of this, the auditorium instantly exploded.

 “Oh, no!”

 “Quidditch can’t be cancelled!”

 “I still want to compete for the Quidditch Cup!” Harry felt bad.

 He will graduate next year. If Quidditch is canceled this year, it means that he will not be able to win a Quidditch Cup.

If you are defeated by another team, although you are not willing to accept it, there is nothing you can do about it. You will be able to get over it after two days of discomfort.

But he couldn't accept it if he missed out on the trophy due to the cancellation of the game.

“No, Quidditch must not be cancelled.” Ron was also very excited and almost jumped out of his seat.

 Among the three, Hermione is the more normal one. She is not on the Quidditch team and has little interest in such activities. Whether the event is canceled or not, it doesn't matter to her.

"But..." Kyle continued without paying attention to the noisy people.

His voice echoed in the auditorium. At the same time, everyone immediately shut up and looked over.

“But I think that the more clouded this moment is, the more we need to find something that can bring happiness to make us happy and dispel the dark clouds.

“So I decided that the Quidditch game will continue as usual, and the player review will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who want to join the college team please contact Ms. Huo Qi.”

"oh!"

"marvelous!"

The cheers were like waves, rushing straight to the enchanted ceiling, and the dark clouds that shrouded the moon seemed to have really dispersed.

"Don't get excited yet, just listen to what I have to say." Kelga raised his voice, "At the same time, I have decided that this year's Quidditch can only use the broomsticks provided by the school."

 The cheers suddenly died down.

"That's not fair!" Ron almost roared: "Everyone knows that Harry has a Firebolt, and that's not fair to us."

His voice was loud enough that Kyle heard it and so did all the professors.

 Professor McGonagall frowned and looked in the direction of his college like a sharp sword.

With just one glance, Ron sat back with his neck curled up, but it could be seen from his flushed face that he was still not convinced.

  Not just him, but everyone in Gryffindor, including Hermione, was dissatisfied.

Hermione has no interest in Quidditch, but if the team can win the championship, it will be considered an honor for the college. Now she will definitely not accept being targeted for no reason.

"Some people may have questions as to why such changes were made." Kyle's expression remained unchanged and he continued to say calmly: "Because there have been some small changes in this year's competition... First of all, the team that won the championship, I will add 200 points to my college!”

"How much?" Hermione still had an angry expression on her face, but her voice changed and she subconsciously said: "It was always 100% before."

 One hundred points was already a lot, but now it has doubled. This is too exaggerated.

It can be said that whichever college can add these two hundred points at the end of the school year can directly reverse the ranking of the College Cup, and even jump from fourth place to first place.

Of course, the premise is that the difference is not too big.

She still remembered that Gryffindor had only eight points at the end of the school year, while the number one Hufflepuff had 689 points, which was even a fraction higher than them.

In that case, even adding three 200 points is useless.

But that situation is a special case and should never happen again... Well, I hope.

“Harry, Ron, you have to work hard!” Hermione said solemnly: “As long as we win the Quidditch championship, we have great hope of winning the Academy Cup.”

 The two of them responded, but their interest was not very high.

They value Quidditch more than the House Cup, and would rather not have extra points and use Firebolts if they could.

“In addition, the best-performing member of the championship team this time will receive a special solid gold medal in the prize room.” A voice like a whisper came again.

  Prize Showroom

 Specially made

 Solid gold medal?

Even Harry himself didn't notice that his face was rapidly turning red, and so was Ron's.

 But this time it was not because of anger, but because of excitement.

Having been locked up in the prize showroom many times, they know very well that there are no gold medals there, the only ones there are team honors.

 Individual gold medal, this is the first time!

 The discussion among the people was louder than before.

“If we win, will it be written into the school history?” Ron stood up again.

"Unless you can get the gold medal." Hermione thought for a moment and said, "You should be able to be named in the school history."

She looked a little annoyed. "I should have practiced flying more before knowing there was such an event this year."

 There is a book called "Hogwarts: A School History" at the school library level, which records various things that happened in the school from the beginning to the present.

But because the school has been established for so long, with a history of more than a thousand years, it is definitely impossible to record all the records in a book of any size, so we can only select some relatively important things.

For example, the Philosopher's Stone in their first grade, the Chamber of Secrets in their second grade, and the Triwizard Tournament in their fourth grade.

Especially the Triwizard Tournament, which was not only written into the school history, but also occupied five rows of positions. You must know that even the new principal's appointment can only occupy three rows.

Of course, they don’t expect so much. Even just one sentence or even a name is a great honor for him.

“Done!” Ron slapped the table, “I have to train every day this year, no one can stop me.”

"No one is stopping you." Ginny rolled her eyes on the other side. Although she was very excited, she suddenly calmed down after seeing Ron's appearance.

  Absolutely not show it, it looks too silly.

“Quiet, quiet, you can wait until the dormitory to discuss the plan, at least you won’t be overheard by others.” Kyle waved his hand and finally suppressed the discussion that almost knocked down the ceiling.

"Now I have a few more things to announce. Attention first-year students, the wooded area on the school grounds is prohibited to any students."

“Furthermore, Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes products are not allowed to be used in school, nor are they allowed to be purchased from older students.”

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Kyle slapped his forehead.

“Because your Professor Snape was accidentally injured during the holidays, this year the Ministry of Magic temporarily arranged for an experienced Auror to assist him in teaching you Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

 “Say hello to everyone, Professor Kingsley.”

A wizard stood up quickly, it was Auror Kingsley. Kyle only learned about this from Professor McGonagall after he arrived at school.

 “Is Snape injured?”

At the Gryffindor table, Harry looked excitedly at the teacher's bench, the seat he had been deliberately avoiding.

 Snape just sat there, saying nothing.

Harry looked carefully for a while and found that his face was paler than usual, and he looked very haggard.

“Ha, you deserve it!” Ron said with a smile, “I had guessed it a long time ago, after all, he was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor last school year.”

 “It’s such a shame that he can still come to school.”

"But it's not bad now." Harry was also very happy, "Kingsley is a capable Auror, it would be great if he could teach us."

 “Hopefully.”

 After introducing the new professor, Kyle thought about it and found that there were no mistakes before he directed everyone to sing the school song.

This can be considered a Hogwarts repertoire.

 There is no fixed tune, everyone can choose what they like.

 When everyone finished singing, they stood up and prepared to return to the dormitory.

"I didn't expect it." Ron led a group of Gryffindor freshmen through the door of the auditorium and couldn't help but said: "I thought this year's opening party was going to be boring, but I didn't expect that there would be so many surprises, especially It's an individual gold medal for the Quidditch game. We've never had this before, have we?"

"That's right." Harry walked beside him, with the same excitement on his face.

 In other words, there is no Quidditch player who is not excited. They all want the gold medal and become the first person to receive this honor.

 “Then we are considered competitors?”

"Only if we can win the championship." Harry shook his head.

“That’s right, let’s win the championship first.” Ron said with great enthusiasm. "It's a pity you can't use the Firebolt."

"This is for the sake of fairness." Hermione in front turned her head, "Only by using the same broom can you tell who has a higher level."

"I know." Ron said, but his voice was a little quiet.

 Inexplicably, he glanced at Harry and quickly looked away.

When Hermione was talking just now, Ron felt that he had a very despicable idea.

 He thinks this provision is good.

 Because if Harry can still use the Firebolt, then even if Gryffindor wins, the gold medal will probably be his.

Because the Firebolt has so many advantages, it can crush almost all brooms on the market, so it will definitely give him a lot of points.

Only now, if everyone uses the same model of broom, can he have a chance.

 Ron felt that he shouldn't say that, and as Harry's best friend, he couldn't think that either.

 But this kind of thought just appeared and was not under his control at all, which made him dare not even look at Harry, so he could only use other things to divert his attention.

“That little one, hurry up and don’t fall behind.” He shouted to the freshman at the end of the line.

"Ron, you shouldn't have said that." Hermione looked at him angrily, "You should have called them by their names."

"I know, but I didn't remember." Ron spread his hands. "I dare say many people didn't remember. When the freshmen were sorted, everyone was busy looking for Dumbledore. Who would remember that the freshmen were all busy looking for Dumbledore?" What’s the name?”

 …

When all the students walked out of the auditorium, the professors also left.

Kyle looked at Snape's staggering back and frowned slightly. "what happened to him?"

“I don’t know.” Professor McGonagall shook her head, “No one knew where he had been since the holiday started, and he didn’t return to Hogwarts until last night.

"And he's much better now. When we found him yesterday, he couldn't even walk."

"Fortunately, Dumbledore made arrangements in advance. After the Ministry of Magic learned about the situation, it immediately arranged for Kingsley to teach him for a period of time."

"Yeah?"

Kyle felt even more strange.

He could understand Snape's disappearance. He had another identity. After school holidays, he naturally went to Voldemort to help Dumbledore gather information.

 It's so good, why was he injured? I haven't heard of any big moves by the Death Eaters recently.

The most recent one was Godric's Hollow, but that time Bellatrix led the team, and they were all Death Eaters who couldn't be named, and Snape was not among them.

 Could it be that Voldemort blamed him for that defeat?

 There is no reason.

Or is the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor really that evil?

"Let's not talk about it for now. Your performance really surprised me." Professor McGonagall said.

 “What, is there any flaw?” Kyle asked.

"On the contrary, it's perfect." said Professor McGonagall. "Even if Mr. Aberforth came, he probably wouldn't be able to tell that it was you pretending to be Dumbledore."

 At this point, Professor McGonagall suddenly hesitated, and then asked: "Can I ask why you made that decision?"

"What?"

"Quidditch." Professor McGonagall said, "This is not what we discussed before."

"I just made it up on the spur of the moment." Kyle walked up the stairs. "School shouldn't be a dull place. Find something to keep everyone's attention on. To some extent, it can also alleviate their fear of eating death. The fear of being a disciple, I think it’s pretty good.”

"Although you are right to say that, two hundred points is a bit too much. This score can even determine the winner of the Academy Cup." Professor McGonagall stared at Kyle.

She noticed that Dumbledore's silver beard had become much shorter, probably because the Polyjuice Potion was about to expire.

Kyle also noticed this and walked quickly towards the principal's office while explaining:

“Isn’t the Golden Snitch also worth one hundred and fifty points?” Kyle said, “It’s understandable that we regard this Academy Cup as a unique Quidditch game.”

 Professor McGonagall didn't think she understood.

Quidditch and the Academy Cup are two different things and it doesn’t make sense at all.

 But she had no choice. Kyle announced the news as Dumbledore at the opening party, which meant that the matter was confirmed.

 If she tells everyone that the event is cancelled, it will only cause greater commotion.

 Furthermore, she also noticed just now that most people didn't seem to care that much about such outrageous extra points.

 In this case, there is no need to do more.

And she is also a Quidditch fan herself, so she naturally wants to see the game become more exciting.

"Forget the issue of scores." Professor McGonagall continued: "What about the gold medal?"

"Of course it's an extra reward." Kyle stopped in front of the gargoyles on the eighth floor. "Help them cheer up and increase their motivation."

"How do you get the money?" Professor McGonagall mentioned the most critical question, "A solid gold medal is not cheap. Although the school can get it, no one wants to spend such a sum of money on meaningless things. "

 “This is easy to say, it doesn’t need to be taught by the school.”

 “Then are you prepared to pay out of your own pocket?”

 “I am a recent graduate, how can I have so much money?”

 “Then what do you think?”

"It's very simple." Kyle's hair has completely turned back to black, and his eyes have also changed back. He chuckled, "Of course, whoever said it will pay for it."

 (End of this chapter)