"I'll start!" Justin stands on the table, pulls out his Magic Wand in mid-air, "I've paid my dues... Ready, start!"
With someone starting, everyone began to follow his command after the syllables, singing together.
Harry happily takes out his Magic Wand and plays the accompaniment for the song.
The climax is about to come, the students put their hands on each other's shoulders and sing loudly together.
"We are the champions, my friends!"
"And we'll keep on fighting till the end!"
At this moment, Colin raises his camera, presses the shutter, capturing this joyful and carefree moment in a photo.
They partied until late night before reluctantly dispersing the activities.
This was the last celebration for the seventh-year students. After the holiday, they will leave the school and embark on their journey into society.
After the Triwizard Tournament, there are still some final classes that need to be concluded.
Dumbledore believes that since Voldemort has returned, students should use every available moment for learning.
Since Little Batty was executed, there's been a vacancy for the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but just when everyone thought the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class wouldn't be held again, Snape suddenly appeared in the classroom.
This is truly a depressing thing, after all, no one wants to attend Snape's class, whether it's Magic Potion Class or Defense Against the Dark Arts.
But there's no way to resist it, since they can't resist, they can only accept passively.
The one suffering is Ron, ever since he fought with Snape in the hall, Snape has been watching him closely.
In one class, he lost fourteen points.
Snape is very pleased, but it's all built on Ron's misery.
Malfoy was smirking throughout the class, but by the time class ended, he could no longer laugh.
"Mr. Malfoy." Snape's oily voice sounded, "Since you enjoy laughing so much, then... during the summer vacation, you will need to write an extra paper on the Defense Against the Dark Arts Class."
The smile won't disappear but is transferred to Ron's face.
"Serves him right." He gloatedly whispered to Hermione in the hall, "I felt he was close, yet he insisted on waiting for a moment..."
There were no classes on Friday afternoon, Harry planned to visit Hagrid.
So, he called Hermione and Ron to visit Hagrid's cabin together.
It was a bright sunny day; as they approached, Axew jumped out from the open door, happily barking and wagging his tail.
"Who is it?" Hagrid asked while walking to the door, "Harry!"
He strode over to greet them, hugged Harry tightly with a rough arm, and tousled his hair, saying, "Glad to see you, buddy—glad to see you."
They entered Hagrid's cabin, seeing two sets of tea cups and saucers the size of buckets on the wooden table by the fireplace.
"Had a cup of tea with Olim," Hagrid said, "She just left."
"Mrs. Maxim?" Hermione asked with a teasing smile, "How are you two doing? Are you about to get married? Tell us, tell us Hagrid!"
"Ah, nothing to say."
Although he says this, Hagrid's expression couldn't help but beam with a silly smile.
It's obvious, even a fool can see that Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim's feelings are rapidly warming up.
If nothing goes wrong, they will definitely have an outcome.
Thanks to Little Sirius, if it weren't for his relentless support, Hagrid, this straight shooter, might have long offended Mrs. Maxim.
After spending an afternoon with Hagrid, they left.
The day before the holiday, the school routinely prepared a farewell celebration banquet.
As Harry enters the hall, it looks like every other year, still decorated with Gryffindor's red and gold, making it seem like the hall belongs to Gryffindor.
The students waved and cheered as they saw Harry coming in.
The real Mad-Eye Moody now sits beside the faculty table, his wooden leg and magical eye have returned to their original position. He appears particularly nervous and jittery, jumping every time someone talks to him.
Harry knows this can't be blamed on him, after all, having been locked in his box for ten months certainly intensified his fear of being attacked.
Kakaroff sits in his place, looking completely relaxed and quite delighted.
As Harry sat with other Gryffindor students, he thought that Kakaroff must have confirmed that Voldemort would no longer interfere with his normal life.
This is also a good thing, since Kakaroff paid for his past crimes during his trial, being able to escape that shadow and Voldemort's control is inevitably good.
Noticing Harry's gaze, Kakaroff raised his wine glass from the table, gesturing a toast towards Harry.
Though generally annoying, Harry still nodded to greet him.
Vivi said it well, a great person once said to unite all forces that can be united.
Perhaps Kakaroff will be useful to him someday.
Mrs. Maxim sits beside Hagrid, whispering happily with him.
On the other side of the table, next to Professor McGonagall sits Snape.
As Harry looked at him, he paused on Harry's face for a moment—a hard-to-read expression, still as grim as before, but after noticing Harry's gaze, Snape managed to make a smile.
Evidently, even though finding Harry's face unpleasing, Snape is willing to start accepting Harry again.
After all, James has reconciled with him, and Harry himself hasn't offended him, even being quite nice.
Once the hall filled up, Dumbledore stood.
Suddenly, the hall quieted down, and students stopped whispering to each other.
"Another year," Dumbledore said as he looked at everyone, "is over."
As he said this, Dumbledore's tone was quite solemn, everyone was curious, after all, the champion of the Triwizard Tournament was Hogwarts' Warrior, why was his tone so heavy?
"According to tradition, we need to announce the scores of each house, but I feel it necessary to skip this step, considering Gryffindor's students, represented by Hogwarts' warrior Harry Potter, successfully winning the Triwizard Tournament. I believe no one would object to granting Gryffindor some points, even though Gryffindor is already the champion on paper."
At the same time, the hall erupted in cheers.
"Of course, I must also announce that Harry Potter has once again received the special contribution award to the school; this is the fourth time he's received this award since his schooling began—"
At this point, Dumbledore raised a hand to lower the students' cheers.
"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this." Dumbledore continued, "But I must explain the truth—about why Harry Potter has received the special contribution award to the school for four consecutive years, the real mystery is to be revealed!"
The students collectively held their breath, waiting for Dumbledore to reveal the truth.
They couldn't have imagined that Harry's consecutive four-year award for special contribution to the school would actually have a hidden inside story!
"Firstly, I need to tell you that Voldemort did not die."
As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the hall instantly echoed as if something exploded.
The students' expressions varied, some were perplexed, some fearful, some shocked, and others indifferent.