Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

He's only 12 years old now, he still has the right to make a fuss. His privileges expire if he doesn't use them, so of course he should make the most of them.

These words seemed to wake Dumbledore from his senile state. He let out a long "ah" and then nodded emphatically. "Yes, I'm quite good at treating mental injuries. The Oblivion Curse, or extracting that memory, would be a good solution."

“I will use the Recall Charm.” Jimmy still wasn’t going to let Dumbledore off the hook. He was in the right, and he had to be very firm in order to defeat this old Dumbledore who was pretending to be crazy. “I have to get the compensation I deserve.”

Chapter 98 The Secrecy Law is Doomed

“I’m surprised, Jimmy. Many young wizards from the Muggle world who come to the wizarding world tend to choose to integrate actively. They rarely bring Muggle things in, even if it’s just a billboard… or a good ballpoint pen.”

Dumbledore was just making excuses again, trying to distract himself by talking about unrelated things.

His response didn't surprise Jimmy at all. "50 Galleons! That's my bottom line."

This time, Dumbledore didn't change the subject. Instead, with a pained expression, he took a small bag from his robes. "It was just an accident. Madam Pomfrey's medical skills are quite good, aren't they?"

"Tch! I know whether it was an accident or not."

After receiving the compensation he was owed, Jimmy let Old Deng go.

"Have you thought about your speech at the awards ceremony?" After the topic of compensation was over, Dumbledore was no longer senile, and his voice became strong and energetic again.

"No."

Dumbledore was also a master at using his age privilege, Jimmy thought. As for his speech at the awards ceremony, he had no idea about it.

"But once I got there, my brain automatically figured out what to say."

A clever mind can solve everything; Jimmy doesn't need to worry about something so effortless.

That dinner was just a formality for him, a way to boost his reputation so that he could add a long string of prefixes to his name when introducing himself to others later.

Founder of Raccoon Alchemy Workshop, recipient of the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award, First Class Order of Merlin, and the most handsome young wizard in the Daily Prophet...

A string of titles rolls over you, who wouldn't be confused?

Old Deng's steps suddenly stopped at a bus stop. Jimmy began to feel something was off and asked, "Where is the party being held?"

“I thought you wouldn’t ask.” Dumbledore turned his head and winked playfully. “This year’s Order of Merlin Awards ceremony is at the Goodenough Hotel in Mecklenburg Place. It’s not far from here. We’ll take the bus.”

Jimmy felt a chill run down his spine from the wink. He hadn't forgotten that this was England and that Old Dumbledore was gay. "Looks like the Ministry of Magic has plenty of funding."

Goodenough Hotel is a converted castle hotel with a large area located in the heart of London. It is an expensive luxury hotel.

As the bus arrived, Dumbledore boarded with the waiting crowd, his hand still inside the pocket of his robes as he pulled out a few banknotes. "The Merlin Order's finances are not supported by the Ministry of Magic, but by a number of wealthy Muggle individuals."

"A Muggle billionaire?" Jimmy was slightly taken aback by his local identity. "Isn't this illegal?"

Wizards are supposed to avoid contact with Muggles, aren't they?

How can the Order of Merlin still have the support of Muggle billionaires? They're taking money from Muggles, so how can the Secret Law still be enforced?

The two walked to an empty seat at the back of the bus, and everyone around them seemed to ignore them, even as they talked about everything related to magic.

"In reality, those Muggles were simply following tradition by putting their money into the Sir Merlin Order's foundation, and the people in charge of running the foundation were some declining families."

They have lost their ability to cast spells and live in the Muggle world, learning everything Muggle-like. Through these intermediaries, the Ministry of Magic receives a sum of money from Muggle society each year.

The secrecy law will eventually be abolished...

Jimmy could already see the future collapse of the secrecy laws in this description: students' parents would know, Squibs living with Muggles would know, and students who couldn't find jobs in the wizarding world would have few restrictions when they returned to the world of ordinary people.

With such a strict exterior but loose interior management system, he didn't believe that Muggles at the top of the social pyramid were unaware of the existence of wizards.

The current peace is likely the result of tacit understanding between the two sides, and the secrecy law will eventually expire.

"Did you know that the interaction between the wizarding world and the Muggle world is getting deeper and deeper? Many students who have graduated from Hogwarts have been trying to promote the integration of the wizarding world and the Muggle world, but they often only express opinions at the policy level and rarely bring back anything from the Muggle world."

Dumbledore was chatting with Jimmy, talking about familiar things, before finally bringing up the billboard in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Your billboard is the most creative one, with a very novel design. It's white, which is actually quite ordinary. There are similar billboards in the shops in Diagon Alley, but none of them are as special as yours."

Jimmy's tone suddenly became polite, "Professor Dumbledore, I can use your image to make a billboard too. How about two free cups of milk tea every week?"

As he spoke, he took out a packaged milk tea from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore, intending to bribe the headmaster.

His clothes had a seamless expansion charm pouch sealed in the pocket, containing a number of items for unforeseen circumstances.

Dumbledore actually took the milk tea, pierced the wax paper wrapping with the bamboo straw, took a big sip, and exclaimed, "Mmm! Not bad, but the taste is a bit bland. We should add more sugar."

Then Old Deng shut up, and Jimmy automatically equated accepting the milk tea with agreeing to the authorization.

He plans to incorporate Dumbledore's image into the duel cards of the second generation as one of the selling points and promote it heavily.

Throughout the rest of the trip, Dumbledore kept introducing the people he would meet at the Sir Merlin Order dinner and the award ceremony.

It can be simply divided into four stages: dinner, socializing, awards ceremony, followed by press interviews and another round of socializing.

The bus pulled into the station, and Dumbledore pointed in a direction to Jimmy, then told him to go in by himself. "I'm sorry, son, but I always have to be at the banquet at this time of year. You can go to the banquet hall yourself; it should be easy to find."

"OK."

Jimmy waved and walked toward the hotel's main entrance, his gaze immediately landing on a short wizard wearing a pointed wizard's hat.

He had a camera hanging around his neck and was standing next to the entrance of a corridor, taking pictures of people going in. His strange behavior did not attract the attention of the security guards and the receptionist. That's it!

As Jimmy walked down the corridor, the short wizard immediately pointed his camera at him. Jimmy was prepared, quickly unbuttoning his tuxedo to reveal a striking advertising slogan under his white shirt: "Raccoon Alchemy, the Fountain of Happiness; 333 Diagon Alley."

He pulled out two decks of dueling cards as if by magic, unfolding them like folded paper fans.

Click!

"Thank you!"

After the filming was finished, Jimmy instantly returned to normal, thanked the bewildered dwarf wizard, and then entered the banquet hall deep in the corridor.

The banquet hall inside the hotel had been enchanted with a seamless expansion spell, making the space much larger than its actual size, roughly the size of a school auditorium.

When Jimmy entered, there were already quite a few people in the banquet hall.

Some people sat around the dining table chatting, while many others gathered in the open space in front of the table, socializing with wine glasses in hand.

There are all kinds of people here, black, white, yellow, and even fairies.

Several mermaids were lying in the bathtub next to them, and in the corner to the left, a dozen wizards were drooling over a hot Veela; it was in line with the unique style of a wizarding world gathering.

Jimmy didn't attract much attention when he walked in, but as soon as he found a seat at the back, people around him looked over and exclaimed in surprise, calling out his name.

"It's Blaine!"

"Is it that Blaine?"

"Merlin, he actually came."

"The youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class..."

Chapter 99 Award Ceremony

People started approaching Jimmy to chat. Jimmy hadn't heard of these people before, but each time they introduced themselves, they would mention their position or the honors they had received.

The Merlin Order Awards Dinner wasn't just for the award winners; most of the attendees were people of social standing who came to join in the fun, get to know the Merlin Medal recipients, and expand their networks.

For example, the group surrounding Jimmy included the owner of a shop in Diagon Alley, the editor-in-chief of the international sports section of the Daily Prophet, and an international manager who runs a travel agency.

"Mr. Jimmy Blaine, you've finally arrived!"

A kind witch, around fifty or sixty years old, squeezed through the crowd. She wore a green healer's robe and vigorously shook Jimmy's hand with her herbal-smelling hands.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Melanie Straw, the one who discovered the power of your spells in healing the Crucifixion."

When I tried it, I was very surprised... This is another great discovery about healing spells!

The memory-restoring charm has helped so many people, and everyone is grateful to you. I hope you can work at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Illnesses after you graduate. I don't think anyone would refuse you the job!

“Ms. Straw, thank you for the compliment.” Feeling Ms. Straw’s enthusiasm, Jimmy pulled his hand back, replying awkwardly, “I still have six years until graduation, I think I should focus on the present.”

"What a wise statement!"

"That's wonderful! I really hope my son can be this outstanding..."

The wizards around him exclaimed with exaggerated expressions and words.

I never thought I would one day experience being shamelessly flattered by a group of people. Jimmy smiled, but his toes inside his shoe clenched into fists.

Fortunately, Ms. Melanie Straw came to her rescue.

Jimmy was pulled by Ms. Straw to the table on the right-hand side. "You should come here, son. Everyone at the hospital is looking forward to seeing you."

Following Ms. Straw's directions, Jimmy arrived at a table near the front, where the people sitting there were all wearing green robes, with only minor differences in their decorations.

Everyone here came from St. Mungo's Hospital for the Injury of Magic and Injuries. When they saw Mrs. Straw return, they all stood up and craned their necks as if they wanted to get a good look at Jimmy.

"Let me introduce you to Herbert Spring, a therapist and writer for the Daily Prophet's health advice column."

Following Ms. Straw's introduction, Jimmy looked at a young wizard wearing glasses and with short brown hair. The wizard smiled and nodded at him.

"Rutherford Bock, also a therapist and spokesperson for the hospital, has answered many questions about the memory-restoring spell on behalf of the hospital, but he still has many questions for the spell's original author."

Jimmy then looked at the male wizard he was referring to. He looked to be over fifty years old, with completely white hair, and his appearance was somewhat like Colonel Sanders.

"This is Hilton Lauber, the hospital's logistics director."

Although Hilton Roberts was dressed in a green therapist's robe, he looked more like a shrewd businessman. He was also the first to reach out to Jimmy, saying, "The young people these days are getting better and better! Mr. Jimmy Blaine has incredible talent."

Logistics supervisor, any position related to logistics is very lucrative, so you must build a good relationship with such a person!

Jimmy solemnly extended his hand to shake his, saying, "I'm still in school, and there's still so much I don't know. I need to learn more from the wisdom of my elders!"

These words made the atmosphere even more harmonious.

Ms. Straw then introduced several therapists from different departments, and afterwards she said, "Many people didn't come. You should come to the hospital to see everyone. Everyone is doing well."

"I will, being a therapist is a good profession." Jimmy skillfully smoothed things over, constantly saying nice things and chatting happily with everyone.

Once everyone was seated, Rutherford Bock immediately asked Jimmy questions about the Memory Charm and the Memory Restoration Charm.

Jimmy was always willing to answer any questions he had, and his main strength was being sociable.

Everyone showed affection for Jimmy, but Jimmy also understood the principle of moderation. He not only talked about it himself, but also frequently asked questions for the therapists at the same table to answer.

Then come the exclamations and praises; under the disguise of a child's appearance, these compliments don't seem deliberate or pretentious.

The period of praise ended with the arrival of the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who looked like a chubby ordinary person, wearing a black top hat popular in the 17th century.

He gave a brief speech on stage, and various delicacies floated out of the side kitchen of the banquet hall.