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

Because he didn't like to eat anything too sweet, but he had to maintain his Dumbledore persona, so he could only find an excuse to sit there and watch after eating a full afternoon.

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

But he couldn't show it, so he could only hold it together. When he really couldn't stand it, he could only pretend to be indifferent and eat a few bites of pudding.

This went on for an hour.

Finally, the last piece of orange pudding on the plate disappeared, and the noise in the auditorium gradually died down.

Kyle knew it was his turn again.

To be honest, by now he had gradually gotten used to Dumbledore's identity and was not as nervous as he was at the beginning.

Kyle stood up and silence returned to the auditorium immediately.

“I know that everyone has eaten and drunk enough and wants to quickly return to the warm bed in the dormitory 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 give you a few points of attention."

Professor McGonagall turned her head in surprise.

Both his expression and tone were so similar that for a moment she even thought this was the real Dumbledore.

But Kyle didn't notice this, he was looking at everyone in the audience.

"Let me think about it. First of all, let's talk about the gaming activities that everyone is most concerned about. Some people suggested that given the tense situation this year, it would be best to cancel Quidditch so that everyone can concentrate on their studies..."

At this point, the auditorium suddenly exploded.

"Oh, no!"

"Can't cancel Quidditch!"

"I still want to compete for the Quidditch Cup!" Harry felt terrible.

He will graduate next year, and if Quidditch is cancelled this year, it means he won't be able to win a Quidditch cup.

If we are defeated by other teams, although we will not accept it, there is nothing we can do and we will just have to endure the pain for two days.

But he couldn't accept missing out on the trophy because of the cancellation of the game.

"No, we must not cancel Quidditch." Ron was also very excited and almost jumped out of his seat.

Among the three, only Hermione seemed normal. She was not a member of the Quidditch team and had little interest in such activities. It didn't matter to her whether the activity was cancelled or not.

"But..." Kyle ignored the noisy crowd and continued.

His voice echoed in the auditorium, and at the same time, everyone immediately shut their mouths and looked over.

"But I think that the more dark the time is, the more we need to find something that can bring joy and dispel the dark clouds.

"So I decided that the Quidditch competition will go on as usual. The player review will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who want to join the college team please contact Ms. Hooch."

"oh!"

"marvelous!"

The cheers were like waves, rushing straight to the enchanted ceiling, and the dark clouds covering the moon seemed to have actually dispersed a little.

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

The cheers suddenly died down.

"This isn't fair!" Ron almost shouted, "Everyone knows Harry has a Firebolt. This isn't fair to us."

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

Professor McGonagall frowned and looked towards her own college with a gaze like a sharp sword.

After just one glance, Ron sat back with his neck shrunk, but from his flushed face it was clear that he was still not convinced.

Not only him, but the entire Gryffindor, including Hermione, was dissatisfied.

Hermione has no interest in Quidditch, but if the team can win the championship, it will be a kind of honor for the academy. She definitely cannot accept being inexplicably targeted now.

"Some people may wonder why this change was made." Kyle's expression remained unchanged as he continued calmly, "Because there have been some minor changes to this year's competition... First of all, the winning team will get 200 extra points for their own school!"

"How much?" Hermione's angry expression was still on her face, but her voice changed and she said subconsciously: "It was 100 points before."

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

It can be said that whichever college can add these 200 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 in a previous year had only eight points at the end of the school year, while Hufflepuff, who ranked first, had 689 points, which was higher than theirs even in the decimal place.

In that situation, even adding three 200 points would be useless.

But that situation was a special case and it probably won't happen again... Well, I hope so.

"Harry, Ron, you have to work harder!" Hermione said in a deep voice, "As long as we win the Quidditch championship, we will have a great chance of winning the house cup."

The two responded, but they were not very interested.

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

"In addition, the best performing member of the championship team will receive a special pure gold medal in the trophy display room." The whispering voice came again.

Prize Room

A special gold medal?

Harry didn't even notice that his face was turning red quickly, and so was Ron's.

But this time it wasn't out of anger, but excitement.

Having been locked up in the trophy display room many times, they knew very well that there were no gold medals there, the only thing was team honors.

This is the first time for an individual gold medal! The discussion among the crowd was louder than the previous times.

"If we win, will it be recorded in the school history?" Ron stood up again.

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

She looked a little annoyed. "If I had known there would be such an event this year, I should have practiced flying more."

There is a book in the school library called "Hogwarts: A History", which records various events that have happened since the school was founded to the present.

But because the school was established so long ago, with more than a thousand years of history, it would be impossible to record all of it in a book no matter how big it is, so we can only select some relatively important things.

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

Especially the Three-Wizard Tournament, which was not only written into the school history, but also occupied a full five lines. You should know that even the inauguration of the new principal only occupied three lines.

Of course, they don't ask for so much. Even just a sentence or even a name would be a great honor for him.

"Done!" Ron slammed the table, "I'm going to train every day this year, and no one can stop me."

"No one is stopping you." Ginny rolled her eyes. Although she was also very excited, she suddenly calmed down after seeing Ron's look.

You must never show it, it will look too stupid.

“Quiet, quiet, you can wait until you get to the dormitory to discuss your plans. At least no one else will overhear you.” Kyle waved his hand and finally suppressed the discussions that were almost blowing the ceiling off.

"Now I have a few more things to announce. First years, please note that the wooded area on the school grounds is off-limits to any student."

"Furthermore, the use of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products in school is prohibited, and they are not allowed to be purchased by senior 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 an experienced Auror to assist him in teaching you Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Say hello to everyone, Professor Kingsley."

A wizard quickly stood up, it was Auror Kingsley.

"Snape is hurt?"

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

Snape just sat there, saying nothing.

Harry looked at him 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 guessed it a long time ago. After all, he was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor last school year."

"It's a shame he can even 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."

"I hope so."

After introducing the new professor, Kyle thought about it, and after finding that there were no mistakes, he began to lead everyone in singing the school song.

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This is also a regular feature of Hogwarts.

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

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

"I didn't expect that." Ron led a group of Gryffindor freshmen through the door of the auditorium and couldn't help saying, "I thought this year's opening banquet would be boring, but I didn't expect there would be so many surprises, especially the individual gold medal for Quidditch. There has never been this before, right?"

"That's right." Harry walked beside him, his face also full of excitement.

In other words, there was no Quidditch player who was not excited. They all wanted the gold medal and to be the first person to have this honor.

"So we are 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 that you can't use Firebolt."

"This is for fairness." Hermione turned her head, "Using the same broom, we can see who has a better skill."

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

Inexplicably, he glanced at Harry and then quickly looked away.

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

He thinks this rule is good.

Because if Harry could still use the Firebolt, then even if Gryffindor won, the gold medal would probably be his.

Because the advantages of the Firebolt are so great that it almost crushes all brooms on the market, it will definitely give him a lot of points.

Only now, when everyone uses the same model of broom, does he have a chance.

Ron felt that he shouldn't say that. As Harry's best friend, he couldn't think that way.

But this thought just came up and was completely out of his control, which made him dare not even look at Harry, and he could only use other things to divert his attention.

"You little one, speed up and don't fall behind." He shouted to the freshman at the end of the line.

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

"I know, but I don't remember." Ron spread his hands. "I bet a lot of people don't remember. When the freshmen were sorted, everyone was busy looking for Dumbledore. Who would remember the names of the freshmen?"

…

After all the students left 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 holidays began, and he only returned to Hogwarts last night.

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

"Fortunately, Dumbledore made arrangements in advance. After the Ministry of Magic learned about the situation here, they immediately arranged for Kingsley to take his place for a period of time."

"Yeah?"

Kyle found it even more strange.

He could understand why Snape disappeared, as he had another identity. After school was on vacation, he naturally went to Voldemort to help Dumbledore gather intelligence.

But why was he injured for no reason? I haven't heard of any big moves by the Death Eaters recently.

The most recent one was in Godric's Hollow, but that time it was Bellatrix who led the team, and those who came with her were some nameless Death Eaters, and Snape was not among them.

Could it be that Voldemort blamed him for the defeat? There was no reason for that.

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

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

"Why, is there a 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 it was you pretending to be Dumbledore."

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

"What?"

"Quidditch," said Professor McGonagall. "That's not what we discussed."

"I came up with this idea on a whim." Kyle walked up the stairs. "School shouldn't be a dull place. I think it's a good idea to find something to draw everyone's attention and to alleviate their fear of the Death Eaters to some extent."

"Although what you said is correct, isn't 200 points a bit too much? This score can even determine the ownership of the house cup." Professor McGonagall stared at Kyle.

She noticed that Dumbledore's silver beard had become much shorter, probably because the effect of the Polyjuice Potion was almost over.

Kyle also noticed this and quickened his pace towards the principal's office, explaining:

"Doesn't the Golden Snitch also have 150 points?" Kyle said, "If we treat this House Cup as a special Quidditch game, it will be easier to understand."

Professor McGonagall didn't think she understood.

Quidditch and the House Cup are two different things. It doesn't make sense.

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

If she told everyone that the event was cancelled, it would only cause more unrest.

And she just noticed that most people didn't seem to care much about this outrageous extra points.

If that's the case, there's no need to do anything more.

Moreover, as a Quidditch fan herself, she naturally wanted to see the game become more exciting.

"Forget about the score." 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, "Come and cheer them up, give them a little boost."

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

"That's easy. The school doesn't need to issue it."

"So are you prepared to pay for it out of your own pocket?"

"I'm a freshly graduated student, how can I have so much money?"

"So what do you think?"

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

(End of this chapter)