Hogwarts: Me? Fight Voldemort?

Everyone at the event ate very restrainedly, except for Jimmy, who ate a lot. But who would criticize him? After all, he was the only child there.

After a satisfying meal, it was finally time for the awards ceremony.

Dumbledore, who had disappeared for most of the night, finally reappeared. He was wearing rings on all ten of his fingers, and a special necklace was now around his neck and on his chest. His pointed wizard hat was no longer drooping listlessly by his ears, but was pointing high toward the ceiling.

As he walked toward the podium, the ornaments on his body jingled loudly, befitting his status as a first-class archmage of the Merlin Order, chief mage of Wizengamo, and president of the International Wizarding Federation.

Before Dumbledore could even point his wand at his throat to cast an amplification spell, his voice resounded loudly throughout the banquet hall: "It is time for the annual Merlin Order Awards ceremony, which I, Albus Percival Woolfrick Bryan Dumbledore, will host this year."

When speaking to adults, he is not as casual as he is in school.

Dumbledore's gaze, framed by his half-moon lenses, swept across the room, lingering briefly on Jimmy. "The Order of Merlin is a historic organization. While we focus on the outstanding award winners, let us not forget the historical significance of the Order of Merlin."

In the Dark Ages, the world of wizards and Muggles was equally chaotic; from 1456 to 1689, life went through its most savage and disorderly period…

It was during that time that wizards realized that wizards and Muggles should live in peace, and the Law of Secrecy was implemented, not only to protect Muggles, but also to protect wizards themselves...

Merlin advocated for peaceful coexistence between wizards and Muggles, and the Merlin Order established a rule prohibiting the use of magic against Muggles. We should remember the purpose of the Merlin Order's existence: for the sake of peace.

clap clap clap!

The speech ended with thunderous applause.

Whether it's genuine or not, everyone has to give Peace some face.

The award ceremony officially began after the speech. Dumbledore summoned a parchment with gold thread: "Sir Merlin, Order of Merlin, Third Class, awarded for: compiling and publishing '24 Animals for Biological Control of Household Pests,' using his wisdom to help the Household Witch solve the problem of household pests..."

A slender witch with brown skin jumped up excitedly, walked to the podium, shook hands with Cornelius Fudge, and was awarded the Order of Merlin, Third Class, with a white sash.

Chapter 100 Rita Skeeter

This year's Order of Merlin Awards ceremony did not produce any particularly stunning wizards until all the second and third-class awards were announced, and then came the awarding of the only Order of Merlin First Class medal of the year.

Dumbledore put down the parchment and read aloud from a prepared text: "The only Order of Merlin First Class medal awarded this year is to Jimmy Blaine."

Reason for the award: For its remarkable effectiveness in healing the Cruciatus Curse, which successfully healed 67 people, including Aurors and ordinary wizards, providing a new direction in spiritual healing.

Jimmy went on stage amidst applause and waved to the celebrities of the wizarding community in the audience.

A young witch in a red robe stepped forward, carrying a tray covered with a red cloth. On the tray lay a gold medal with a green ribbon on the bottom, which looked quite ordinary.

With a smile, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge walked over and extended his right hand to Jimmy. "Congratulations, Mr. Jimmy Blaine, you are the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class in the wizarding world. This record may stand for a long time."

"It's all thanks to the Ministry of Magic and the Spell Innovation Fund that I was able to invent this spell. It's all your credit!"

Jimmy was used to speaking to people in a way that suited them, and when he met the Minister of Magic, he would say things that the Minister of Magic wanted to hear.

A few kind words might just bring huge help at this stage, both in terms of policy and money.

Cornelius Fudge was clearly pleased, his smile as bright as a blooming chrysanthemum. "This is what I, as Minister, should do. The Ministry of Magic has always attached great importance to the future of the wizarding world. Come on, look at the camera."

Jimmy and Cornelius Fudge faced several wizards holding cameras, and the blinding flashes prevented Cornelius Fudge from seeing Jimmy's movements clearly.

Jimmy had already unbuttoned his jacket, revealing the eye-catching advertising slogan under his shirt, and his other free hand had pulled out a deck of cards and spread them out like a fan.

After taking the photo, Jimmy quickly put away the cards and buttoned up his clothes.

Dumbledore, who was standing to the side, had already turned his head away, unable to bear to look at him.

After the handshake, Connelly Fudge personally pinned the Order of Merlin First Class medal on Jimmy's chest, eliciting good-natured laughter from the audience.

Then it was time for Dumbledore to speak as a recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class. Dumbledore stepped aside and let Jimmy say a few words.

"Raccoon Alchemy Workshop, 333 Diagon Alley, Grand Opening Promotion..."

With just two sentences, Dumbledore didn't give Jimmy a chance to continue advertising, directly sealing his throat with a tongue lock so he couldn't advertise anymore.

Jimmy mumbled something, unbuttoned his shirt, pointed to the advertising slogan on his chest, and returned to the audience. The chokehold automatically dissipated, and the next segment was another round of socializing and interviews.

Just then, a blonde woman in a bright green suit came up to him, and Jimmy looked up at her.

She was quite pretty, with curly short blonde hair, a pair of jewel-encrusted glasses perched on her nose, and fair, radiant skin. However, her eyes held a sharp and shrewd quality, giving off an impression that she was not easy to get along with.

Her words were even more sarcastic and cutting: "Oh, dear Mr. Blaine, I am Rita Skeeter, a special correspondent for the Daily Prophet. May I interview you?"

Although she was asking a question, she had already taken out a notebook and a green quill pen from her handbag and started writing nimbly with her fingers, and it was impossible to tell what she was writing.

Jimmy's impression of Rita Skeeter came entirely from the novel, but the Rita Skeeter in the novel was an ugly woman with thick, fat fingers, a big chin, and long nails, which was completely different from her current beautiful image.

Rita Skeeter's interview will most likely result in some messy articles, but Jimmy doesn't care. As the saying goes, even negative publicity is still publicity.

In the wizarding world where basic resources are extremely abundant, people often repay those who provide entertainment value to the masses with substantial material rewards.

These entertainment values ​​can be quickly converted into money, and as long as it's not too outrageous, Jimmy doesn't mind getting a little blemish on his record; in fact, he thinks it's better that way.

Just as he had thought, a genius with a blemish would live a more comfortable life than a perfect genius.

"Of course, right here?"

Straw Witch and the healers from St. Mungo who were sitting at the same table tactfully got up and went elsewhere, leaving the room for Jimmy to conduct the interview.

"Right here, let's get started!"

Rita Skeeter sat down in the empty seat with satisfaction, leaned forward slightly, her eyes behind her glasses fixed on Jimmy, and the corners of her mouth, painted with red lipstick, turned up slightly.

A 12-year-old, innocent and ignorant little wizard, whose eyes reveal only a purity untouched by the world's pollution. What is there to explore in such a little wizard?

There are so many, like a beautiful blank sheet of paper!

Countless stories were already swirling in Rita Skeeter's mind, captivating her imagination like an aphrodisiac, and she couldn't wait to write articles that would enchant her readers.

"It's simple. I'll ask you some questions. Mr. Jimmy Blaine, what experience prompted you to create the Memory Restoration Charm?"

"What experience?" Jimmy's expression suddenly turned sad, like that of a homeless, pitiful child. "It's a sad story..."

Rita Skeeter immediately asked excitedly, "What is it?"

“I was once a homeless child in Muggle society. I didn’t know who my parents were and lived alone…”

The green quill pen scribbled as it recorded, and Rita Skeeter was already breathing heavily after hearing just the beginning. Art that is processed later is destined to be inferior to natural carving.

This simple beginning is like a rough gem peeking out from a stone, making people want to take a closer look.

Jimmy continued sadly, "I had a miserable childhood in the Muggle world, scavenging for food every day, with only a raccoon for company. Later, I received an acceptance letter from Hogwarts, but I didn't have a good time there either..."

"At school? Not doing well?" Rita Skeeter's face was flushed and her breathing was rapid, like a sexually frustrated woman.

"I can't find true happiness at school..."

Jimmy said listlessly, and then, just when Rita Skeeter was completely off guard, he suddenly pulled out a card from his pocket, "Until I invented Duel Cards, playing cards made me find true joy again!"

Character cards, talent cards, skill cards, and item cards enrich the game content, offering dozens of combinations for endless fun.

The standard edition is priced at 8 Galleons for a limited time, the deluxe edition at 15 Galleons, and the gold card at 20 Galleons. Available at 333 Diagon Alley. Act fast!

Rita Skeeter's expectations were instantly shattered. She nearly snapped the quill in her hand, and the blush on her cheeks was being replaced by a flush of anger. "Mr. Blaine, this is an interview, not an advertising campaign. I will not publish these ads as news!"

"Oh, sorry, you can ask one more question." Jimmy put away the cards and sat up straight, looking serious.

“Very well, Mr. Blaine, who do you think is the biggest beneficiary of the spell you created?”

"It's the owner of Raccoon Alchemy Workshop, which is myself. The greatest benefit my spell has given me is that it has helped me create the most fun card game in the entire wizarding world!"

Chapter 101 Knight Bus

Rita Skeeter stormed off, and Jimmy doesn't know what she wrote, but the final answer to all 12 questions was: Raccoon Alchemy, 333 Diagon Alley.

No matter how much Rita Skeeter's article tries to discredit Jimmy, Raccoon Alchemy will be included, because that's the main theme tonight, unless she doesn't write anything substantial at all.

In addition, all the photos Jimmy took at the party included the advertising slogan on his shirt. Unless they altered the photos, the Daily Prophet's photos would definitely have featured the Raccoon Alchemy Studio advertisement.

Normally, it's extremely difficult to place an advertisement in a small section of the Daily Prophet, costing at least 500 Galleons, but now!

With just a little effort from Jimmy, the Daily Prophet will be holding its nose and giving his shop free publicity!

As the awards ceremony came to a close, Jimmy put the medal back in his pocket and left the hotel alone.

It was pitch black outside, with no clouds in the sky above and only a few streetlights providing illumination. He simply raised his wand and summoned the Knight Bus.

Bang!

The red double-decker bus compressed the air so tightly it seemed to explode, appearing suddenly like a giant beast tearing through space. The gust of air it generated messed up Jimmy's hair and made him squint.

The front door of the bus opened, and a ticket seller with prominent ears jumped off, looked around, and enthusiastically called out, "Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, an emergency transport for wizards in distress."

All you need to do is extend your wand hand, get in the car, and we'll take you wherever you want to go. I'm Stan Sampark, your personal ticket seller for tonight!

Just after finishing his opening remarks, Stanson Parker found a passenger who needed a ride and warmly approached Jimmy. Seeing that he had no luggage, he gestured for him to come in.

"Little guest, what's your name? Where do you need to go?"

Young Stansampard looked like he was still in school, full of youthful energy.

"Neville Longbottom," Jimmy said, mimicking Harry's third-year nickname. He boarded the bus and looked around. The bus was filled with beds, and some of them looked like they belonged to wizards.

He then turned to Stansan Parker, looked him up and down for a moment, and asked with some curiosity, "You look like you should be at school."

After closing the car door, Stanson Parker casually replied, "I am a student at Hogwarts, but I was treated for a snake bite at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Damage. My family is not wealthy, so I can no longer continue my studies. Now I work as a ticket seller on the Knight Bus, and I will become an excellent ticket seller!"

So, Mr. Blaine, where are you going? 333 Diagon Alley?

He spread a newspaper in front of Jimmy, which was actually a report on the Sir Merlin Troupe Awards Gala, with a huge picture of Jimmy and Connelly Fudge on the front page.

Jimmy took the newspaper and looked curiously at the moving photo, in which Cornell Fudge was smiling very formally.

The person in the photo is different; their coat moves without wind, revealing the slogan of "Raccoon Alchemy Workshop" on their white shirt, while their other hand keeps throwing cards out of their pocket.

The people in this photo always seem to have their own ideas, and the intricacies behind them are worth studying carefully.

"Why is this newspaper out so quickly? I just left the party."

Stanson Parker, whose soul had not yet been corrupted by the repetitive labor day after day, was happy to answer the question: "It's already the second day, and the Daily Prophet will always print out everything that happened yesterday at 0:01 the next day."

You can buy the latest newspaper immediately by going to the Daily Prophet's publications.

I never imagined my first guest tonight would be the famous Blaine!

"To be the largest newspaper in all of Britain, that's impressive!" Jimmy had to admire the Daily Prophet's efficiency. "I'm going to 333 Diagon Alley."

"The Knight Bus can't get into Diagon Alley, so we can only take you to the Leaky Cauldron, which will cost 6 siscos."

Upon hearing the price, Jimmy didn't reach for the printed ticket; instead, he turned around, opened the car door, and jumped out.

If I were to run into Brother Ni while walking at night, he would be violating the rule that prohibits junior wizards from casting spells outside of school. That would be better than charging him 6 shi for a journey of less than 2 kilometers!