Romans & histoires Harry Potter Scoreboard

No one else got close to Kairo and Ira after that, however, as the best was seventy-five points while the others failed. Over ninety percent of the participants were eliminated from the first trial alone, except for Horey, who participated too and got a perfect score just like Kairo.

I nodded my head in agreement, "How will she help me with my training, Dad?" "Okay, let's see it this way," He took a deep breath and lifted his hand that was holding the bird in the pit of the palm above his head. "You have seen Harry Potter, right? And the Golden Snitch— that cute little ball, used in the game of quidditch, with thin feathery and pointed wings is not something I need to tell you about. The ball one of the two seekers of the competing team has to catch to call it a game."

His eyes reminded me of a puppy. I smiled. "Yeah, for like, two hours." "Then how many hours does a guy need to get your number?" He was still looking at me, the moonlight shone on his face, making it harder for me to tell him that he'd never get my number. "Mey, what does it take for a guy to get your number?" "You tell me the three unforgivable spells in Harry Potter." He fished out his cell phone, probably going to Google it up, so I quickly added, "by reading the book, without searching the Internet, and I'd give you my number."

“In that case you should’ve known there’s a carroms player in opponents team too. A player who represented the state in his high school days and won many awards.” “What?” Anna and I shouted in unison. He smirked making a proud face. I asked “How come I not know about this? Awards?” I put my palm on my forehead letting out a sigh. “It’s cheating. You should’ve told me before.” “Whatever! As we won, you both should do whatever we say. It’s the game rule.” “As if we follow.” I smirked. Harry held my waist pulling me to him. He brought his lips closer to my cheek that made a tingling sensation within me. He said “You should. Or you won’t get back your watch that you bought for your dad.”

The coordinator’s expression changed instantly, his brows shot up, his jaw tightening in disbelief. “Nonsense!” he burst out suddenly, his voice echoing through the speakers. The crowd froze. His hand slammed the podium with a loud *thud*. “This year’s top scorer got a perfect eight hundred and fifty marks! A full score! Five hundred and ninety doesn’t even come close!” The hall went dead silent. Bella froze mid-smile. Gavin’s hand fell slowly from his chest. Megan’s lips parted, but no words came out. Bosco and Elliot exchanged confused glances, their phones lowering from the air.

"You sound pretty sure of yourself. So what'd you get on the SAT? Let everyone see what kind of score someone good enough for Kingsford University can get." As soon as he finished, the crowd started egging it on. Even the officer told me to log into my account and check my score. With how many twists this situation had already taken, the reporters around us were practically buzzing. The second I opened the results page, cameras were already trained on me. Under everyone's watchful eyes, I had no choice but to check my score on the spot. To my shock, the screen showed a bold, unmistakable zero.

Mom had her hands pressed to her mouth. Two minutes left. We needed one more. The opposing team fought desperately, protecting their lead like lions guarding a kill. But they were tired. Scared. Starting to believe they might actually lose this. Forty seconds on the clock. I got the puck behind their net. No angle for a shot. But Aaron was positioned perfectly in front. I passed it through two defenders' skates, a no-look pass that shouldn't have worked but did. Aaron slapped it home. Five to five.

Henry limped for a second, then ran again, slower now, but still running. Michael sighed. “He’s exhausted.” “He’s learning,” I murmured. But my voice didn’t sound convincing even to me. The whistle finally blew. Game over. The scoreboard showed 4–0. The opposing team cheered, kids jumping up and down while their parents rushed forward with cameras and hugs. Our side sat still, the silence heavy. Henry’s shoulders sagged. He stood there, hands on his knees, his face tilted toward the ground. I didn’t move, I just watched.

She totals their shots and writes the scores on the paper along with names and round number so she could see their progress. “What’s the record?” She points to the blackboard on the wall by the door. Kai walks over to look at the names and scores while she reloads the pistols. Ash watches her, paying close attention. The blackboard has a long list of names, but there’s one up at the top, ‘Eliza – one hundred. The others were mostly in the nineties with a few in the eighties and one seventy-four. “Is that a percentage, or a score?”