As the saying goes, the heroes of heaven and earth are still awe-inspiring.

At all times, heroes are sought after.

For example:

"Wow! She- she's so handsome! ”

Fireworks fell on Hermione's shoulders.

At this moment alone, Owen dared to say that in this Hogwarts, Miss Perfect already had a support club.

He didn't react much. Although he had just felt a scorn from Granger's body.

That kind of momentum can only exist in top wizards like Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

But it's also the level of his own success in one week. But for first-year witches like Hannah, Lavender Brown, Parvati Petyr, and Padma Petyr, the attraction is fatal.

Look—the little girl, with an obsessive look on her face, knew that she had been poisoned by Hermione Granger.

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At this moment, the battle was about to expand further.

A piercing, loud explosion of fireworks exploded over the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

The huge shock wave blew a group of little wizards around.

Everyone got up blankly and looked out of the auditorium, only to see an old figure standing in front of the auditorium.

Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore!

The white-bearded old man, with eagle-like eyes, looked at the auditorium, and where he passed, the little wizards hurriedly lowered their heads one by one.

He didn't speak, just walked into the auditorium step by step, and everywhere he went, all the broken and fallen tables, chairs, benches, dishes, and wine glasses floated, repaired themselves, and then returned to where he was.

The auditorium was quiet, and the little wizards didn't even dare to make a sound.

Restlessness gradually crept through the hall.

Silence – still silence.

In the silent silence, Dumbledore's figure became more and more majestic and tall.

He stared at them.

Look at those young figures.

A minute passes.

Two minutes passed.

Gradually, the crowd became agitated, and many of the young wizards began to whisper, trying to 'understand' why Dumbledore was not speaking.

Three minutes passed.

Eventually, after the last shred of cacophony had stopped, everyone was silent and they looked up at the podium and at the Mr. Headmaster, who had never been so strange.

"Whew~" Dumbledore exhaled soothingly, letting his voice erupt in silence.

"Today's breakfast is a bowl of pumpkin porridge." He said calmly.

"The pumpkin was cultivated by Hagrid from Gryffindor, its seeds were cultivated by some Ravenclaw wizard, this recipe was handed down by the Hufflepuff Lady, and I was sharing breakfast with a professor at Slytherin House."

"I thought we were family." The old man's voice was flat and steady, and it didn't seem to have any lethal power.

But the little wizards are like great enemies.

At this time, the deans of the four major colleges also rushed to hear the news.

First of all, there was Professor McGonagall, who came in the dust with a look on her face that was extremely pale.

Just a few hours ago, she was angry about Harry's affair, and now it's happening again...

Suddenly, Teacher Meow had a headache, and she should have chosen to go to Ravenclaw when she was in the branch.

So he is now the head of Ravenclaw.

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at the Ravenclaw students...

Well, all of them were covered in scars, and several were petrified and lying alone on the ground.

"Well, Gryffindor is actually pretty good.

At least we won, haven't we?

Professor McGonagall, who had witnessed Miss Granger's heroic scene, finally had some reason to be rejoicing.

Compared to Professor McGonagall, Snape's face was extremely uncomfortable, he didn't care if Slytherin clashed with Gryffindor, he cared if his house actually lost!

And it was easily defeated by a little witch ... (Because the senior duels were all inside the auditorium, all the professors only saw the junior duels outside the auditorium.) ）

It's a loss of face and glory for Slytherin! Malfoy, in particular, was chased by Harry all over the hallways with a frightened face. Is this still a noble Slytherin? Is this still a wizard?

Lose face! What a shame!

As for Professor Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw, although his face was not very good-looking, he was much better than Snape.

However, as the dean of Ravenclaw. A generation of dueling masters, and Ravenclaw is not all a bunch of nerds, fighting should be something they are good at, but now they have not taken advantage of it at all, but have been injured a lot....

And he found something even more serious.

That is, Ravenclaw is looser with the other two colleges.

They don't cooperate with each other at all, and that's the main reason for their failure.

And the last Hufflepuff's Dean of Sprout was the most relaxed of all.

Because she had never seen a Hufflepuff wizard involved in this academy war.

Sure enough, they were all kind and friendly Hufflepuffs who never got into trouble.

"Well done." Professor Sprout, wearing a thick hat and covered in mud, deliberately walked to the Hufflepuff long table, Owen's side, patted him on the shoulder and said, "I don't know why, but I'm glad you didn't participate in this fight." ”

The short, gray-haired witch looked at Owen with a sensible expression as a child who had finally grown up.

This makes the latter a little bit - can't hang up the face.

Jarvis on the side resisted the urge to laugh in his heart, and the muscles in his face twitched.

Of course, he certainly wouldn't tell Professor Sprout that the struggle in the other three houses was started by this good student in front of you.

Because he's a member of Hufflepuff, isn't he shooting himself in the foot when he talks?

On the other side, Professor Dumbledore looked at the devastated young wizards and continued, "Slytherin, Gryffindor, Sixty Points. Ravenclaw deducted fifty points, and from this week, every Saturday and Sunday, all in confinement, in the auditorium. ”

"Until the end of the semester!"

"Other matters are handled by the presidents of each academy themselves, and now, dissolved." With that, Dumbledore turned and walked off the podium, through the inner door, and out of the Great Hall.

Then, the little wizard who tore through the dark clouds in his heart breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the little wizards of the four courtyards, under the leadership of the deans, also left the auditorium in turn.

The First House War at Hogwarts ended with mediation between the parties.

In terms of results, Gryffindor won by an overall undergrade advantage, beaten by Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

However, such a result is by no means the result of what some people think of in their hearts, such as those senior years of the academy.

Many years later, some people commented on the incident.

"It's not the end of a fight, it's not even the beginning of a fight."

"It's just an inconspicuous note of a millennial struggle."