Harry Potter Scoreboard Novels & Stories

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.

“Next, give each scoreboard a drop of your own blood!” ordered one of The Boundless Academy’s apprentice once everyone had taken out their scoreboards. Although his voice was not loud, everyone could hear him clearly. The air was immediately filled with whooshing sounds as the participants’ scoreboards flew through the air as if being summoned by some unknown force. Blood-red writings appeared on the scoreboards after being fed with blood. The writing displayed each fighters’ name, city and number of points. The scoreboard would automatically be combined together if a fighter had more than one scoreboard.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Harry glowers at the judges. “Yes she is. She’s registered with the MRO and everything.” We listen for the final results and are disappointed to find that our team (The terrifying two… interesting choice Harry.) Came in second and only by two points. “But we’re RIGHT! They got the Alpha question wrong!” I complain. “We’ve gotta fix this, for Ryann’s reputation of course.” Harry winks at me and I grin. Having someone around who is willing to cause a scene might be fun after all. "

OXFORD PREP (UK) — 1,950 PTS 5. COPENHAGEN LYCEUM (DEN) — 1,910 PTS. "Round three is ours!" Tariq cheered, letting out a wild, breathless laugh as the crowd erupted again. "We are leading by three hundred and fifty points, Justice! We’ve practically locked our spot for the finals tomorrow!"

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?”

Three for Harry Potter, one for Darlings of the Forest. “Kinda got to go with Mia. D.o.F. for me.” Alice places her vote, getting a cheer from Mia. Lia sticks her tongue out at her as the movie vote comes to a three to two. “I want Harry Potter. We have seven movies we can watch with this series.” Sky chuckles out, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch and throwing it over us. Alec and Max throw in their own votes to Harry Potter. Even with Adam and Kian voting with Alice and Mia, the vote was in our favor and Mia reluctantly put on Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone.