The years of welding at Hogwarts

But before he could fall asleep again, there was a loud noise outside the window, as if the window frame collided with the wall, followed by Mrs. Weasley's angry curses downstairs.

"George! Fred!"

It looked like Mrs. Weasley had a pretty serious case of morning grumpiness.

After all, for a housewife who has to do housework until late every day and get up early the next morning to cook for the whole family, every minute of sleep is precious.

What's more, today is a rare weekend, and Mr. Weasley, who works in the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts at the Ministry of Magic, does not need to leave early for work at the Ministry of Magic.

So she doesn't need to get up early to prepare breakfast for her husband, and can get up an hour later than usual on weekdays.

According to her normal schedule, she should have another hour and a half of sleep now.

However, this rare tranquility is

It was ruined by two little bastards.

"If I ever hear you two bastards hiding in the garage, tinkering with that crap you dragged from London, I'll kick both of you out of the house! You'll end up wandering around Knockturn Alley!"

Harry could hear the heavy footsteps clearly even upstairs.

Mrs. Weasley walked back to her bed angrily, ready to lie down and make up for her sleep time, but when she lifted the quilt, she found...

She was in such a hurry to get out of bed and curse that she didn't even notice that there was one less person beside her when she got up.

The heavy footsteps returned from the center of the room to the window again.

"Arthur Weasley!"

The roar of a lioness once again resounded throughout the village of Ottery St. Catchpole.

"George and Fred are two ignorant bastards, so forget it! You are so grown up and still act like a child! You follow them around and mess around all day long! I will only count to three!"

Harry had only had the opportunity to see such a terrifying Mrs. Weasley when Ron was sent the Howler Letter.

Before Mrs. Weasley could even count to one, Mr. Weasley and the two particularly troublesome twins immediately came out of the large tin shed outside in a dejected manner.

The distance from the tin shed to the Burrow was at least thirty meters, and Mrs. Weasley's countdown was obviously shorter than the normal three seconds.

Under this serious life-threatening situation, the father and his two sons burst out with an average speed of nearly 15 meters per second, surpassing Bolt's amazing speed, and successfully returned to the Burrow before the countdown ended.

After being startled twice by Mrs. Weasley, everyone in the Burrow except Ron lost their sleep.

Even the zombie living in the top attic woke up from his sleep and began his percussion performance of hitting the water pipe with a wrench day after day.

Ignoring Ron who was still lying dead, Harry skillfully reached out his hand to feel the breath of his good friend. After confirming that he was still alive, he went downstairs to wash up.

The Weasley family's breakfast was as sumptuous as always.

Oh, no, it can’t be said to be the same as always.

Looking at the fragrant sausages, bacon and eggs on the plate in front of him, the buttered bread, the golden fried potato pancakes, and the steaming English black tea in the cup, Fred curled his lips.

"Mom, you are too partial. Before Harry came to our house, the breakfast you made was not so sumptuous."

Not wanting to put any psychological burden on Harry who was temporarily homeless, Mrs. Weasley glared at Fred fiercely, "George! You are the only one who talks too much!"

When she looked at Harry, Mrs. Weasley, who originally had a fierce look on her face, perfectly interpreted what a high-end master of face-changing was.

"Don't be shy, Harry, just make yourself at home."

A kind and warm smile hung on her face. Over the past week, Mrs. Weasley's meticulous care made Harry feel for the first time the motherly love that he had never experienced before.

Sometimes he couldn't help but think, it would be great if he was really the Weasleys' son.

The kind woman in front of him not only prepared three sumptuous meals for him, but also refilled his bowl when it was empty.

Even though he was already very full, he was still forced to accept four more servings of rice at the hands of Mrs. Weasley's boundless enthusiasm, so that in just one week after arriving at the Burrow, he had gained five kilograms.

What touched Harry even more was that Mrs. Weasley would mend his socks that showed his toes, which made Harry feel very embarrassed.

But the kindness on Mrs. Weasley's face only lasted three seconds before it was shattered. She looked up at the direction of the stairs.

"Ronald Weasley! How long are you going to sleep? Come downstairs and eat!"

George and Fred wiped the cold sweat from their heads. Sure enough, this was the mother they were familiar with.

During the meal, Arthur Weasley, who was sitting next to Harry, couldn't help but talk to Harry about the Muggle things he loved.

"Harry, do you know how a Muggle turboshaft engine actually works?"

Mr. Weasley scratched his already sparse hair. "I don't understand how these Muggles can make such a heavy thing fly without relying on flying spells and levitation spells."

Harry pulled the corners of his mouth stiffly.

In response to this "professional question" asked by Mr. Weasley, Harry, who only has an elementary school education, didn't even know what the "turboshaft engine" that Mr. Weasley was talking about was.

"Muggles are truly amazing. How many ways have these genius Muggles come up with to live without using magic..."

Mr. Weasley sighed, "Can those thin fan blades really blow out such a strong airflow to make this heavy thing fly? How much magic power does it take?"

Harry was unable to answer any of Mr. Weasley's questions.

This made Harry, who had always lived in the Muggle world, feel a little embarrassed.

When he was still in Hogwarts, he was always surprised by the wizards' shallow understanding of the Muggle world when chatting with Ron, and felt ashamed of his own familiarity with the Muggle world.

A sense of superiority that comes from occupying a high IQ position.

But after arriving at the Burrow, he realized that his understanding of the Muggle world was like that of a frog sitting in a well and looking at the sky.

Especially when faced with a series of questions thrown by Mr. Weasley.

Fortunately, the knocking sound outside the window saved Harry from the embarrassing situation in time.

An old gray owl was sitting outside the window, holding a thick parchment envelope in its feet. The whole bird was leaning lazily on the window frame as if it was useless, with one wing covering its lower abdomen, like an owl version of Ge You.

The only girl in the Weasley family, the little princess Ginny, immediately recognized the useless bird. It was the only owl they had in their family, Errol.

Normally, some small owls only have a lifespan of three to five years, and even some large species have a lifespan of only twenty to thirty years at most.

These owls that act as messengers in the magical world can live twice as long as ordinary owls because of the magic power in their bodies.

Errol was just a small to medium-sized owl, many years past his prime for a messenger.

According to the average lifespan of owls of this species, and converting its current age into human years, it has long passed the retirement age of 60 and is already a 90-year-old old owl.

However, the Weasley family was so poor that they could barely make ends meet. In their huge vault, they only had a huge deposit of one Galleon, so their entire family had to continue to exploit Errol, an elderly owl comrade.

Ginny took Errol down from the windowsill with a slightly distressed expression and placed it next to her plate.

Errol opened one bleary eye, grumbled a little in thanks, and began tearing at the bread and butter on Ginny's plate.

Mrs. Weasley took the envelope Ginny handed over, "This should be a letter from the school. This year's Hogwarts textbook list seems to have arrived much earlier than in previous years."

As she spoke, she looked at the envelope in her hand, but the wax seal on the envelope was not the Hogwarts school emblem that everyone present was familiar with, oh no, except Ginny.

Instead, it is an exquisite letter "W".

Mrs. Weasley was a little confused, but she knew what the symbol meant, it represented the Wizengamot.

The Wizengamot is an organization that predates the Ministry of Magic and now serves as a combination of the Court and Parliament.

Wizengamot is a compound word composed of Wizard and Witenagemot.

The former term needs no explanation, but the latter is an important political institution in England during the Anglo-Saxon period. It is a high-level meeting chaired by the king with irregular sessions and varying numbers of participants.

Its main functions were to advise on the administration and organization of the Kingdom, dealing with issues such as taxation, jurisprudence, and internal and external security.

So literally speaking, the Wizengamot is a wizarding version of the Council of Sages, and its functions are similar to those of the Muggle Council of Sages.

The Wizengamot is composed of fifty members, each of whom is an elite in the wizarding world, and its highest officer is the Chief Wizard known as the Wizengamot.

The previous Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, his name was Albus Dumbledore

The Wizengamot is responsible for the legislative and judicial functions of the wizarding world, that is, it can be regarded as the court of the wizarding world.

Generally speaking, only those in the wizarding world who are about to stand trial will receive letters from the Wizengamot - that is, the court hearing notice received by the defendant.

The Wizengamot logo on the envelope immediately made Mrs. Weasley's heart skip a beat, and her eyes fixed on George and Fred, two bad boys with a long history of bad deeds.

"Tell the truth! Did you two do something wrong outside?"

"Tell the truth now! There is still a chance of reducing your guilt!"

The two particularly troublesome twin brothers rolled their eyes at their old mother, and then said in unison, "Are we that kind of people?"

Harry wanted to make a few excuses for the twin brothers, but when he thought of what the brothers had done in Hogwarts, he just nodded silently.

Yes, you are that kind of people.

"All right."

In the end, it was Mr. Weasley who stepped in to stop the farce at the table. He took the mysterious letter from the Wizengamot Court from his wife, opened it and began to read.

After just reading the first few lines, Mr. Weasley's movements completely stopped, as if he was hit by a petrification spell, and his whole body was completely frozen there, unable to move.

His appearance frightened Mrs. Weasley so much that her heart skipped a beat. Her face turned extremely ugly and she snatched the letter back.

Could it be that what she said was true, that George and Fred, two guys who were particularly prone to causing trouble, really caused such a big mess that they had to be tried by the Wizengamot Court?

Should they kill their relatives for the sake of justice? Or should they use illegal portkeys to secretly send these two idiots out of the country before the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic come to arrest them?

Carrying

Feeling uneasy, Mrs. Weasley looked down at the contents of the letter.

The next second, there was one more person in the burrow who was froze by the petrification curse.

The look of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley made the other people sitting at the table feel deeply uneasy. Before Ginny could stand up, George quickly snatched the letter away.

A moment later, the deafening cheers almost blew the roof off the entire Burrow.

"George! George! We are now Order of Merlin!"

"I saw it too! Fred! Pinch me! Tell me I'm not imagining it!"

262nd Order of Merlin

George and Fred couldn't believe their eyes?

What did they see?

"The Wizengamot."

"Dear Mr. George Weasley and Mr. Fred Weasley: We are pleased to inform you that your heroic performance in defending the Hogwarts Express has made a great contribution to protecting the safety of Hogwarts students. After careful discussion by the Wizengamot, it has been decided to award the Order of Merlin, Class III to each wizard who participated in the defense battle. Please go to the Merlin Memorial Hall on August 15 to participate in the awarding ceremony."

"Enclosed is the dress code required for the investiture ceremony, as well as a portkey to the Merlin Memorial Hall."

"Giselda Marchbank."

The Wizengamot is not just a judicial institution similar to a court, it also has a subsidiary organization called "Merlin's Order".

The Order of Merlin is an organization founded in the Middle Ages by the legendary wizard Merlin in British magical history.

In the era when witch hunting was prevalent, Merlin believed that wizards should coexist peacefully with Muggles. Therefore, under his leadership, the Order of Merlin established a rule prohibiting the use of magic against Muggles.

In order to commemorate this great wizard, the Wizengamot began to award medals to wizards who made outstanding contributions to the magical world in the name of "Merlin's Order" since the 15th century.

The status of this award in the wizarding world is equivalent to the Nobel Prize in the Muggle scientific world.

Of course, it would have to be the highest level, the Order of Merlin, First Class, to be on par with the other Nobel Prizes except the Peace Prize and the Literature Prize.

After all, Comrade Guan Hai, who once told media reporters that he was good at killing people, was able to win the Peace Prize. One can imagine the level of such an award.

The same is true for the Order of Merlin.

The Order of Merlin is divided into three levels. The first level represents the highest honor, the second level is second, and the third level is the lowest.

Let’s take a look at who are the recipients of the third-level medal?

Among the third-level medals awarded recently, one of the more famous recipients is named Gilderoy Lockhart. If it weren't for the things that Noah, that big troublemaker, had caused in Hogwarts, he would have become the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts in the next academic year without any surprise.

Gilderoy Lockhart is a novelist who has become popular in the European and American wizarding world in recent years, but almost no one knows his true identity. He is actually a liar who can only use the Forgetfulness Spell.

He boasted about himself in the novel, bragging about facing countless dark creatures and having wonderful adventures.

But in fact, he just used all kinds of methods to find out the adventure stories of the eyewitnesses of the story, and then used the forgetfulness spell to erase the other party's memory and steal the other party's experience for his own use.

After some packaging, an adventure travelogue with fairly good writing style is freshly released.

The third-class medal he received was in recognition of his bravery in the face of dark creatures and for introducing methods of defense in his autobiography.

Well, to put it simply, this third-level medal is to commend Lockhart for his bragging.

Although some of the methods introduced in his book can really have special effects on specific dark creatures.

But...