Chapter 550: The Final Chapter Performance

The spotlights wove flowing golden fragments on the curtain. The rapid breathing of the prop team leader could be heard from behind the velvet curtain. As a Ravenclaw student, he gripped the remote control of the smoke machine with his knuckles turning white.

For this final drama performance, everyone tried their best. Even the Slytherin students put aside their pride as wizards in a very rare way.

Allowing for Muggle technology to appear in this play performance.

"Now, Your Highness, please wake up the sleeping Princess Aurora."

The narration's voice sounded like a silver spoon dipped in honey. The Ravenclaw boy who played the prince knelt on one knee in front of a bed covered with fake roses. The second button of his costume shirt reflected tiny rays of light under the spotlight; it was a rhinestone that had been glued on with hot-melt glue by the prop team.

After all, not everyone can decorate their clothes with platinum and real diamonds like the little snake from Slytherin College.

The air was filled with dry ice mist made by the logistics team, mixed with the scent of roses blended with chemical flavors.

When the senior's lips were about to touch the princess's sequined veil, Professor Snape noticed that the dark thorn pattern on the curtain seemed to suddenly move.

The totems drawn with luminous paint are swelling like parasites crawling in the subcutaneous tissue.

His eyes scanned the entire audience like a hawk, but he still didn't find his target until the applause around him interrupted his thoughts.

Carl, who played the princess, did not seem to encounter any accidents. She stood up gracefully and took her bow after the kiss.

"0.3 seconds, and then extended by another 0.1 seconds."

Snape muttered to himself. As the most scientific and technological man in the entire wizarding community, he had a natural intuition about the time reaction of everything.

He found that after performing these three plays, Carl's awakening time at the end of each last scene was 0.1 second longer than in previous rehearsals.

Ordinary people cannot detect such subtle changes at all, and even he can only guess based on intuition. But after accumulating experience, he can now be sure.

This error has accumulated for three times. He wanted to stop the game, but he was a little suspicious that he was hallucinating because he was too nervous.

Perhaps it was just because of the tense atmosphere of the official competition, or the difference was caused by physical fatigue.

But just as Professor Snape was still thinking.

A magnificent symphony sounded, and after the performances of the other three houses finished, Slytherin House, which was the last to perform, finally began its performance.

The scarlet curtain slowly opened with the sound of copper gears turning, and four spotlights cast sharp-angled shadows onto the stage.

The left pillar was wrapped in crepe with lava patterns, and when the representative of the Fire Nation swung his flame-colored cloak, thunderous drumbeats sounded in the background.

The peacock feather falling on the right was rolled into a vortex by the blower, and the suspended paper airplane trembled where the Prince of the Wind Kingdom touched his toes.

All the props are real goods, the cloak is expensive red velvet, the sound of the war drums is live performance, and even the peacock feathers are real goods.

The only thing I want to mention, which may make the professors and judges unhappy, is that the paper airplanes are all made of textbook paper.

As the performance progressed, the plot quickly entered the stage of the Four Nations War. Unlike previous rehearsals, this time the Slytherin snakes did not use traditional symbolic techniques.

Or he could use the optical special effects magic invented by Carl to achieve the desired performance effect, but during the rest period, he could make the most of learning special magic.

"When the Seventh Quadruple War broke out, the sands of the four kingdoms were soaked with blood."

In the intervals between the narration, the Earth Kingdom warrior smashed the pottery jar heavily to the ground, and the flying debris condensed into a suspended hourglass in mid-air.

The tree country priest's cane pierced through the fog wall formed by dry ice, and tender sprouts emerged from the cracks in the stage, but they were instantly carbonized into ash when they touched the diagonal territory of the Fire Country.

In order to fully display the splendor and elegance of Slytherin, the little snakes even revised the script at the last moment, allowing almost all Slytherin students to join in this group drama.

Magnificent magic exploded on the stage, leaving the young wizards from the other three academies stunned.

There is no point in competing anymore. This was the first thought that came to everyone's mind. The scene before them could be described as a dimensionality reduction attack.

Compared with this grand drama, their performance just now was so crude that it looked like a semi-finished product. No, it was not even a semi-finished product, it could only be considered a rough draft.

Looking at the shocked and envious eyes of the young wizards from other academies below the stage, the little snakes on the stage performed even harder, their hearts filled with an indescribable sense of pride.

There is also a sense of pride and satisfaction. Since Voldemort, although the four major colleges can maintain harmony on the surface, the three major colleges exclude and secretly ridicule Slytherin.

It has long been a well-known secret, although for Slytherin House, they can completely regard this rejection and secret ridicule as jealousy and recognition of their own strength.

But who are they? They are the proud Slytherins, the most idiotic group in the entire Hogwarts. The principle they uphold is that it does not matter whether it is slander or true submission.

Good or bad, as Slytherins they want it all.

That's why they took so much trouble to rehearse this drama performance. They wanted to use these words to perform this time so that the losers from the other three colleges would understand clearly.

How big the gap is between them and Slytherin, and at the same time winning their heartfelt submission and respect, this is a real battle of dignity.

So much so that in this drama performance, Carl, who had always been the absolute protagonist, became a supporting role in a sense, and the previous heart-stirring singing performance was also cancelled.

When the heroine first appeared, she was already lying in a crystal coffin.

The girl's golden hair spread out in the coffin like liquid sunlight, and the shadows cast by her eyelashes hid broken blue - her eyes should have been like colored glaze that contained the water of an early spring lake, but at this moment they were tightly closed.

The swords and staffs of the representatives of the four countries pointed to the center at the same time, but at the moment when the spotlight turned moon-white, frost flowers condensed on the sword edges.

This war that started because of love eventually stopped completely because of the disappearance of love.

The bloodstained sword slowly rusted, the staff shattered and turned into dust, leaving only the last prince, looking at the girl lying in the crystal coffin.

"In exchange for my eternal sleep, I pray for your sobriety."

Everything ended perfectly when their lips touched. Only the knight in black was counting silently in his heart: 0.1, 0.2, 0.3, one second, two seconds, three seconds…