Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 232 Medal of the Order of Merlin, Second Class

The sudden arrival of the guests immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The cheers and celebrations were much quieter, and the young wizards turned their heads to look at those people, but they only recognized Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic among them, and had no impression of the others at all.

Even Dumbledore at the guest table was slightly taken aback.

But he quickly greeted him:

"Oh, Doug, and Connelly, Pegasus..."

Dumbledore said hello one by one: "It's really a pleasure to see you at Hogwarts. I always thought you would arrive tomorrow."

"It was supposed to be tomorrow..."

Doug McPhail, that is, the old wizard who walked in the front, said with a smile: "But Nico thinks this is a rare opportunity, and only a few people should know about it.

And I personally think so, after all, there has never been a little wizard who won the Order of Merlin at the age of 12 before this.It was a remarkable achievement, the kid beat the minimum age record by eight years. "

"It's indeed worth celebrating," said Dumbledore with a smile.

"So we sped up the speed a little, and finally arrived before Hogwarts was on holiday."

McPhail laughed: "Completing the honor ceremony with everyone at Hogwarts...It must be very meaningful to that child."

After hearing his words, the entire auditorium fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes widened. They had a certain guess in their hearts, but they couldn't believe it.

A 12-year-old wizard was awarded the Order of Merlin... how is this possible!

Not far away, at the Gryffindor table, Fred gave George a stiff look.

"12 years old, it should be the second grade."

"...Maybe it's the first grade."

George also looked a little strange: "Maybe it's Harry, everyone knows that he defeated the mysterious man, and it's nothing to get a Medal of the Order of Merlin."

"But... Harry's birthday is in July, which means he's still eleven."

Now George was speechless.

A name suddenly popped into his mind, and he believed that Fred should be the same.

"No way……"

"Could it be..."

The two looked at each other, and at the same time looked in the direction of the Hufflepuff table.

At this time, McPhail, who came from afar, did not continue to exchange pleasantries:

"Let's get started, Dumbledore, the youngest member of Sir Merlin...I can't wait, and don't keep the children waiting."

"Of course there is no problem, but will you preside over this ceremony?"

McPhail shook his head, "Of course not, we have more suitable candidates."

Hearing his words, Cornelius Fudge subconsciously cleared his throat, and took a small step forward, as if he really wanted to take over the job.

But McPhail continued as if he didn't see him, "Since it's at Hogwarts, it must be you, Albus.

And that's your job as head wizard of the Wizengamot, you can't keep pushing it on me...remember, I've been retired for a long time. "

"But you're better for the job than I am, Dug."

Dumbledore smiled, then turned and walked towards the guest table.

"Today is really a happy day." He said loudly: "Let me introduce these distinguished guests to you..."

"Dug McPhail, a wise and steady sage, led the Ministry through a period of delightful tranquility at a time when the Muggle Parliament was going through apparent turmoil."

McPhail waved hello to everyone.

There was a burst of applause in the auditorium.

"I know him." Hermione said a little excitedly: "Remember, we saw him when we were looking for Nicolas.

Doug McPhail, Minister for Magic in 1858, is one of the most trusted ministers. "

"1858?!"

Ron said in disbelief: "Then he is over 100 years old now!"

"133 years old," Harry whispered.

"You two..." Hermione frowned. "It should be at least 133 years old. He can't be the Minister of Magic since he was born."

"He can really live..." Ron muttered under his breath. "I mean, he doesn't have an elixir, does he?"

On the stage, Dumbledore has already started to introduce the next one.

"And our Minister for Magic, Mr Cornelius Fudge..."

Fudge took off his hat and smiled a friendly smile.

There was another burst of applause from below, especially on the Slytherin side. They clapped their hands very excitedly.

"And Pegasus Sasia, the director of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds, a revered Master of Potions..."

"Newt Scamander, renowned magizoologist and author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them..."

When Dumbledore introduced those people on stage, Kyle's eyes were always on the last two people.

That was his parents, Chris and Diana.

It's just that Diana wore a wide black hood, hiding herself very tightly.

And for some reason, her sense of presence is also very low. If it wasn't because she was standing next to Chris, Kyle probably wouldn't have noticed her.

It feels like the Muggle Repelling Curse...

Just as he was thinking about it, Kyle suddenly felt a strange feeling in the palm of his hand. He subconsciously lowered his head and glanced, only to realize that there were a few small characters on his hand at some point...

"Don't look around, task!"

Kyle's mouth twitched.

Obviously, his mother probably asked for leave during the mission, but because of the special nature of the Department of Mysteries, she had to hide herself.

After being reminded, Kyle nodded slightly and stopped looking at them.

Just know that your parents are there.

Such an important matter, without their participation, Kyle always felt that something was missing.

"Kyle, why are you smiling so happily?"

Cedric glanced at him suspiciously, and then seemed to think of something:
"Wait. Could it be that this Medal of the Order of Merlin...is for you."

Like George, he had thought it was for Harry Potter.

Kyle spread his hands and didn't speak, but Cedric's expression became more and more surprised.

And there was a bit of sluggishness in the surprise.

Soon, Dumbledore finished introducing the last person.

The inventor of Wolfsbane Potion, Damocles Belby.

Except for Fudge, the other four are all recipients of the Order of Merlin, both first class and second class.

As for Chris and Diana... they've found a random seat near the door and sat down.

And Dumbledore seemed to have noticed something, so he didn't mention the two of them.

"Perhaps you will find it strange, wondering why these long-established wizards came to Hogwarts..."

Standing in front of the guest-of-honour, Dumbledore said in a clear and sonorous voice: "It's very simple...they are here to award a student the Order of Merlin."

After getting Dumbledore's affirmative answer, there was an uproar from below.

Everyone is guessing who it is... and the most mentioned one is Harry Potter.

"Harry, is that really you?" Ron said excitedly.

"Impossible." Harry shook his head: "I've never heard of it, and I'm not even 12 years old, you know that."

"I know, but who else but you... Don't forget that you defeated the mysterious man and saved the wizarding world." Ron said, "Maybe they just misremembered your age."

Harry frowned, still feeling wrong.

If it was really because of Voldemort, why did it delay the award until today, and why did he have to live with the Dursleys for 11 years.

If Hagrid hadn't taken him away from that seaside cottage, he might not even know that Hogwarts existed until now.

The auditorium was messy and noisy... Everyone was arguing about who the winner was.

But soon, Dumbledore told them the answer.

"Kyle Chopper!" he yelled.

As if the pause button had been pressed, the auditorium fell silent instantly. They subconsciously looked at the position of the Hufflepuff table and Kyle standing there.

"Come here, boy," said Dumbledore gently.

Kyle walked over.

Dumbledore said solemnly: "In St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, you successfully subdued an out-of-control werewolf and saved the lives of 57 wounded and sick patients on an entire floor.

In recognition of your heroic and fearless actions at that time, I, Albus Dumbledore, on behalf of the International Federation of Wizards, Sir Merlin, the Wizengamot, and the wizarding world, confer upon you the Order of Merlin, Second Class! "

(End of this chapter)