I swung a sword at Hogwarts

Chapter 320: The Wizengamot and Merlin's Order

The Wizengamot and Merlin's Order have basically the same membership.

If you become a member of the Order of Merlin, then there is a high probability that you will be recruited as a member of the Wizengamot.

The Wizengamot is not necessarily a member of Merlin's Order, but a member of Merlin's Order is definitely a Wizengamot.

The Wizengamot is the organization primarily responsible for awarding the Order of Merlin.

This organization is similar to the court in the wizarding world and is occasionally used for academic exchanges.

This is the situation John is facing now, and he stands there calmly.

At a glance, there were about a dozen Wizengamot members.

The difference is that they wore medals instead.

He saw an 'acquaintance'. When Harry was interrogated last time, those people supported Harry's defense of innocence.

The oldest was a woman, Griselda Marchbank, a person of extensive educational qualifications.

If nothing unexpected happens, this year's OWL exam will also be administered by this old lady.

Not only the current examiners, but also the examiners in the future.

John nodded slightly to everyone. He did not sit down, but raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you have any questions that you need me to answer now?"

His words revealed a hint of arrogance, causing some people to frown in displeasure.

"Half a year ago, Mr. Alex Belby of Dharma was going to publish an article."

A man with a beard that is commonly seen in movies and TV dramas said, "We have a few questions about that article, and we need to ask the original author to clarify them."

He still had some courtesy and didn't directly say that John was taking advantage of the paper.

John chuckled and said, "I'd be happy to help you with that."

After the voice fell, a middle-aged man who wrapped himself up like a dumpling spoke first, "This article mentions the cracking of the blood devil curse and the refining of the blood devil potion. Regarding the blood devil potion..."

The man said a lot of blah blah. He was a potion master and he was wrapped up like a dumpling because he was covered with scabies.

The bearded man who had spoken became angry and shouted, "Belmus, stop talking nonsense and get to the point!"

Belmus' neck shrank, looking very funny. He muttered a few words and said, "Okay, I know. I want to ask about the refining of the Blood Demon Potion and its inspiration."

After asking, everyone looked at John.

John smiled and said, "I need to acknowledge one thing. As for the credit for the Blood Demon Potion, Damo Alex was the producer of the original version."

Belmus and the people around him whispered to each other, and they thought John had given up.

"But," John changed the subject and said slowly, "I have made some suggestions for subsequent improvements."

"Initially, the creation of the Blood Demon Potion was just a matter of interest for the two of us. You have to admit that breaking those seemingly unsolvable curses gives people a sense of accomplishment."

John said this, pacing back and forth in the meeting room.

From the initial conception of the Blood Demon Potion, to the subsequent improvement of the Wolfsbane Potion, and then to the changes John added to it.

Everyone's expressions changed from contempt at the beginning to attention and seriousness later on.

After knowing that the original version was just a modification of the wolfsbane potion, even Marchben, an old man who had once been the invigilator for Dumbledore, could not help but look dazed.

They all looked at the papers in their hands, which were copied using the copy spell.

They are all bigwigs in their respective fields, and they can see that the only similarity between this thing and the wolfsbane potion is that they have the same author.

This is not just a small suggestion, it's almost like remaking one.

After John finished talking about the preparation of the Blood Demon Potion, he looked at them again.

Belmus' eyes lit up frighteningly, and he shouted to the bearded wizard: "I told you, Baspar, he is a genius."

He was a member of the Potion Masters' Union and, like Damo Alex, had corresponded with John.

He was also the one who believed most that this magical Hogwarts student was not adulterating. The bearded Baspar yelled in anger, "Shut up."

Baspar looked at John with a changed expression and asked seriously, "We have never had any actual cases of the three levels required to break the blood curse: finding, breaking, and repairing."

"With all due respect," John said with a well-placed smile, "we have a substantial case."

"Ok?"

They started to stir. Baspar lost his composure and said in a slightly out-of-tune voice, "You mean, you cured one?"

"Precisely," John nodded slowly, "yes."

Now, not to mention Baspar, even the centenarian Marchband shouted, "We need witnesses."

"of course can."

John was actually reluctant to have Nagini appear in this kind of scene, but Damo Alex wrote a letter to Nagini without his knowledge.

After Nagini knew about it, she volunteered to attend this place.

As the words fell, a woman in a wheelchair slowly came in from outside.

That youthful appearance made some people uneasy.

Nagini.

Damo Alex straightened his clothes and walked out calmly.

He said to those people, "I think it's time for me to come out."

Among them, someone asked Nagini questions from time to time, and Nagini answered them calmly.

Finally, they checked and came to a surprising conclusion.

This woman was once a patient of the blood curse and was cured.

The facts are in front of us, so no matter how many words there are, they are just embellishment.

The way they looked at John changed from disbelief at first, to shock, and then to horror.

a student.

He is not only the leader of Dharma Alex, but also the amazing healer.

Such wisdom, such strength.

Everyone looked at him with recognition and admiration.

As for the arrogant behavior before...

A genius always has to be a little arrogant.

If young people are not full of energy, can they still be called young people?

"John Wick."

The bearded Baspar stood up, and the others followed suit.

Baspar said with respect in his tone, "Your discovery has solved an impossible problem for the wizarding world."

"Mr. Wick, I can assure you that you will be recognized by the Order of Merlin."

After saying this, Baspar bowed his head in respect, and the others did the same.

Marchbanks muttered, "The new star of Hogwarts, so bright and shining."

Having been invigilating OWL exams for a lifetime, Machiban was particularly looking forward to this year's exam.

She hoped to see a guy who was even more evil than Dumbledore back then.

After today, John Wick's name is going to be bandied about like crazy.

Rather than being confined to Hogwarts.

The only pity is that the audience of Blood Demon Potion is not destined to be as wide as that of Wolfsbane Potion.

The blood curse isn't that widespread either.

But even so, it is enough to get a second-level medal.

More importantly, this young man is so young.

He will be the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history.

The time for awarding the honor was set, which was faster than the last time when Damo Alex was awarded the honor.

Because the Blood Demon Potion has too few audiences, and also because the review took half a year.

John checks Nagini's recovery.

“By March, you can be back to normal.”

"You should recover at the branch first." John checked her and she was recovering well.

Nagini smiled and said, "If my presence can earn you the Order of Merlin, I think it's worth it."

John glanced at Damo Alex, the old man swinging his cane coquettishly.

"The Order of Merlin is no match for you," John shook his head and said helplessly, "That madman Voldemort is eyeing you."

"He thought I was dead," Nagini said with a playful wink. "He probably thought you killed me."

John destroyed the fragment of Voldemort in Nagini's body, which, in Voldemort's view, would not happen unless Nagini died.

So the Death Eaters who broke into the branch didn't know Nagini's identity.

"We can't guarantee that he won't have other tricks up his sleeve." Having witnessed Voldemort's resurrection, John was wary of Voldemort's endless tricks.

Pushing Nagini to the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, Johnson stopped John and said warily: "Student, you should go back to school."

Nagini pulled John's clothes, asked him to lean over and listen closely, and said cunningly: "Johnson is your admirer. It would be interesting if he knew your identity."

While recuperating abroad, the gentle older sister Nagini also became lively again.

John shrugged. It would be really interesting if such a strong man knew that the person he admired was a student.

Johnson pushed Nagini away, not forgetting to be alert to his surroundings on the way.

Anyone whose eyes stayed on Nagini for more than three seconds would be glared at by him.

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Chapter 321 Sirius and Snape

The last day of vacation has arrived.

But Harry couldn't be happy at number 12, Grimmauld Place.

Besides the dream that troubled him, there was another reason.

In Harry and Ron's bedroom, the two of them were playing wizard chess.

Ginny and Crookshanks looked on.

They watched as Harry's rook battled fiercely with Ron's pawns, and Harry was excitedly pumping gas on the rook.

"Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley called to Harry, sticking her head in the door, "will you come into the kitchen for a moment?"

"Professor Snape wants to speak to you."

Harry, who was originally in high spirits, seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water. He felt at a loss, as if he didn't understand.

"Professor Snape is in the kitchen. He wants to speak to you," Mrs. Weasley repeated.

Harry opened his mouth in horror and looked at the other people. They were all staring at him in amazement.

"Snape?" Harry was confused.

He didn't know what Snape wanted to talk to him about, but Mrs. Weasley urged him again and then left.

"Why did he look for you?" Ron was uneasy. Even though they were in the Order of the Phoenix, he was still afraid of the old bat. "You didn't do anything, did you?"

"No!" Harry said indignantly. What do you mean he did something?

He tried hard to remember what he might have done, what kind of event would have brought Snape to Grimmauld Place.

Was it because he got a 'T' on his last Potions assignment?

As he recalled, he walked outside the kitchen.