Harry Potter Scoreboard Novels & Stories

“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. "

” Hector Kim and Maximo Harter,51,600 points. The crowd gasped when they heard the points. They looked everywhere to see who it was and that made them shock when the two person from the team that they were hostile to, went up to the stage. They were shocked. If their team had higher points than Clever's team, that only means that their team was the one who helped not the other way around. “Zachary Hale, 51,700 points.” Again, the crowd w* shocked to see one of the team they were hostile to w*lking tow*rds the stage with a casual smile.

The clash of swords, creating sparks as the metal grinds against each other, brings me a sense of satisfaction and leaves me craving for more. Shh! As I was removing the blade from the corpse, blue blood splattered everywhere, including on my clothes, further staining them. At this point, I couldn't even be bothered to care about my blood-stained clothes. I remembered to bring a plethora of potions, emergency food, and other important supplies; however, I failed to bring clothes. [Count: 1090] Our score had already surpassed the thousand mark. It would also be useful if there were a leaderboard that displayed the total number of kills for the entire team.

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.

Back at the children's home, I'd studied under motion-sensor lights until my eyes burned red just to earn my grades. Yvette only needed Govind to lift a finger to steal everything. For her, he was willing to crush the law and steal fairness from every student taking the SAT. I saved the files. Then I hid them on me along with the old phone I'd found in storage a few days earlier—the one they'd confiscated before. *** The day the scores came out, the news was everywhere. Yvette scored a 1570, becoming the city's top science student without question. My parents were thrilled. They booked a huge celebration at the Grand Regency and invited business elites and education reporters.

"The best option now is for you to redo your senior year with Nicole. I'll see you on campus one year from now. Nothing's going to change during this time. It's not a big deal." Not a big deal? My whole body started to shake uncontrollably. "Preston Nolin, do you know what a 626 score means?" I asked. "It's the top one percent in the entire state. "I woke up at 4:30 am and went to sleep at midnight every day. I was doing practice exams even on New Year's Day. I threw myself into studying for three straight years to get that 626, and you say it's 'not a big deal' and that I should just redo my senior year?"

"34 points, Elara." "See, you might make it." My head shakes, and I listen to the points. The lowest number of points was twenty-seven. There's no way I can win. "Tonight, each family gave a number between zero and five. Again, there are thirteen scores. With sixty-two out of sixty-five points, Aurora." I listen and watch as the numbers keep dropping. Everyone has over thirty, so I know I'm going home. "With no points for this round, Elara." He continues, and of course, Lyra and Aurora are in the top spots, followed by Sage and me at the bottom. Most of them have over fifty points, and I have below fifty.

I stood up and pulled Harry to his feet. Just then, a judge flashed the card at me and said, "Thirty points will be deducted because your movement was not standard, and ten points will be deducted because you violated the rules of the competition." I was taken aback.I couldn’t understand what was going on. Perhaps my movement was indeed not standard, but as far as I knew, I didn’t violate the rules in any way. Just as I was about to question the judge, Harry lost his cool. He stood up and bellowed, "Have you all lost your minds? Are you giving the scores with your eyes closed? When did she violate the damn rules? Believe it or not, I’ll fucking rip your eyes off your sockets!"