Harry Potter Scoreboard Novels & Stories

"Tickets to Harry's concerts are priceless. To see him perform here today—it's something I never dared to dream of!" "No matter the outcome, just witnessing Harry's performance makes the entire trip worthwhile!" "With Harry's level of skill, Sharon doesn't stand a chance today." "Even losing to him would be an honor." The audience buzzed with exhilaration, voices overlapping in a wave of admiration. Even the judges wore expressions of awe, awarding Harry and Kelly the highest possible score: a perfect one hundred.

Second place: Caelum Pair 2 – 93 points. And then, a deep chime resonated from the crystal, like the ringing of the final bell. Golden magic spilled from the scoreboard, painting the air in bold, brilliant letters: First Place: Zane and Ronan – 98 points. The room exploded. Cheers erupted from the neutral spectators. The Werewolf Academy students screamed in disbelief. The professors exchanged startled looks. The floor beneath us shimmered as enchanted fireworks burst mid-air, streaking the ceiling with star-shaped light. Zane just froze.

She couldn’t believe that someone could score higher than Hugo. “Yeah, sir. You already said that the papers were arranged in ascending order, meaning she’s the highest scorer. We were just curious.” “Is it the same score as Hugo?” Freya tested. He shook his head. Several gasped in surprise. “Not even the same score as Hugo? Is it 90 then? It should be 90.” He shook his head once more. “Ninety---One?” He shook his head again. ‘Ugh. If I keep doing this, my neck is going to hurt.’

Soon, he noticed an exaggerated expression spreading on everyone's faces, and gasping sounds were heard. Many people started to quiver. "Is… Is that score for real?" "Am I dreaming?" "My… My eyes must be deceiving me. Quick! Pinch and tell me that's not real!" "Goodness gracious! How’s this possible?!" "It's over 9000 points! This is impossible! This is twice higher than Connor's score. It’s more than that!" "There's no such score in the Sects' Recruitment Ceremony's history, right!" "Connor's previous 3700 points were completely advantageous against the 1800 points before, but how do we describe Casper's score against Connor's?"

"I suppose we'll have to trust you on that." Lincoln finished attaching the antlers to Willow's hood and raised it for her. She kissed his cheeks, saying 'merci'. before sitting beside him with her ankles crossed. "We should inform them about the scoring system," Maddy suggested, and then shouted, "Kits!" The door down the hall cracked open. "Yeah?!" Perth called, and she explained the scoring system to them. Perry stuck his head out, a smirk playing on his lips. "You should just rate us on a scale of one to ten based on how 'bangable' we are."

Andrew frowned. "That you and your three friends play The Conquest List!" "What's The Conquest List?" Rita asked confusedly. "It's a sick game that these perverts play. They record the number of girls they've laid and give rewards to the greatest player after every three months. They bet on girls and give evidence to one another to prove that they slept with every one of them," Harry explained. "Oh my God, is that true Drew?" Marcus asked. "Yes we used to do that but I deleted the app already and we've stopped doing that. I decided to let go of that lifestyle ever since I met Robin. Why are you tryna change the subject, Harry?"

Whereas Harry had no one except Diana who was snacking on a chocolate bar at the side Harry was a terrific player, but under such pressure from so many eyes, he seemed to forget how to even bounce a basketball. Probably, if he had enough people rooting for him, he would have had the boost. He ended up losing to Kiran by four points " I applaud your courage for trying to win against me" Kiran scoffed and went to the other members. Harry gritted his teeth and cussed in his mind. He hated Kiran's pride

Sophie's ambition swelled until it nearly burst out of her eyes. "Don't worry, Dad. I won't disappoint you." She seemed to be staring at the match, but in reality, she was listening to my thoughts the whole time. "Dad, final score is 3-1. It's locked." Marissa's palms were sweating with excitement beside her. The final whistle sounded on time. The score froze on the screen. 3-1. Perfect. Three calls in a row.

Going to the Backseat to watch. I still cheered anyway. I won't let her steal my joy. Charles plays fiercely. Rushing, catching passes and breaking a few tackles. The scouts looked impressed. He scored the first goal for his team. The crowd erupts in shouts. Moments later, the scoreboard says it all. BLACKKINGS, 14-6.

"We're treating the top scorer. Who are you to stop us?" "I haven't checked my score yet." "There's no need to check." Zonday grabbed my wrist. "I told you I would support you financially." "Wow, Yunara sure is lucky to have a childhood friend like Zonday." "Right? Everyone knows her scores have been slipping. Why does she want to humiliate herself?" I said nothing. I pushed past everyone and entered my student ID. Before long, the score popped up on the computer screen. "Zero points?!"