The years of welding at Hogwarts

Everyone was rushing towards one place. Noah and his friends followed the crowd and came to a pair of oak doors on the side of the Merlin Memorial Hall.

Although the railing in front of the gate was simply made of strips of red silk cloth, it was able to effectively separate the chaotic crowd, and a long line of people automatically formed at the entrance waiting to enter.

The Auror who was maintaining order at the door looked at the scene in front of him. Although it seemed a bit chaotic, the order was still good. His originally tense heart couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This was not the first time they had been responsible for maintaining order at the Order of Merlin ceremony.

But the awarding ceremonies in previous years were not so exaggerated.

Not every Order of Merlin presentation is worthy of an outing to the Wizengamot.

For example, when it came to awarding third-level medals, the Wizengamot didn't even bother to open the Merlin Memorial Hall for the award presenters. They simply sent one or two members to deliver the medals and give a few words of encouragement, and that was it.

Even when the second-level medal was awarded, in the past thirty years, the most grand ceremony was attended by only two-thirds of the members of the Wizengamot.

This is because old man Newt Scamander was once a war hero who fought against Grindelwald. He has a wide network of contacts and a high reputation in the wizarding world.

Generally speaking, the grandness of the award ceremony is directly related to the winner's connections. In addition, the winner's reputation, potential and future will also have more or less impact on it.

Let's take a look at how many records of the history of magic were produced at this awards ceremony -

The Ministry of Magic's Aurors and Striker, together with Hogwarts students, had a total of 241 recipients of the Order of Merlin, the largest number of award-winners in wizarding history.

Among them, three first-class medals and six second-class medals were awarded at once, which was another record in the history of magic.

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Noah Shafrin, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, in the history of magic.

Shirley Snape, born only one day later than Neville, became the youngest recipient of the Order of the Second Class in the history of magic.

Among the six recipients of the second-class medals, four were students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and they were all second-year students who were about to be promoted to the second year.

This directly lowered the average age of the second-level medal recipients still alive in the wizarding world today by more than 20 years, once again setting a new record in the wizarding world.

It can be said that the scale of this award ceremony is unique in the history of the entire wizarding world.

Except for Albus Dumbledore, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot who just announced his resignation.

All members of the Wizengamot, both those currently serving and those who have retired from the Wizengamot due to age.

As long as they were not too old to move, they would crawl from their homes to the Merlin Memorial Hall, so all of them attended the award ceremony without exception.

In the hall of Merlin Memorial Hall, there were more than a hundred wizards wearing the Wizengamot's standard purple robes with an exquisite silver letter "W" embroidered on the left chest.

In addition, high-ranking officials from the Ministries of Magic of various countries, those high-ranking pure-blood families in the magical world of various countries, and those who had a little power and were able to obtain invitations to the awarding ceremony, all swarmed over.

So much so that the two Aurors in charge of checking wands at the door could only see a dense crowd of heads when they looked ahead.

Just a rough estimate shows that the number of people attending the awarding ceremony must be at least over two thousand.

Don't think that this number is not large. In a coastal province that relies heavily on Fujianese people, the number of students in any grade of a county-level high school is close to or even exceeds 2,000.

But considering the pitifully sparse population of the wizarding world, two thousand wizards is already a pretty terrifying number.

The security check at the door was not slow.

In addition, Noah and his friends arrived early enough, and although they were delayed a little because of the business flattery between Posnap, Flitwick and the Grangers, they were still at the front of the line.

It was only a few minutes before it was Noah and his friends' turn to enter.

The Auror at the door held out his hand towards them, "Wand."

Seeing Noah take out a metal wand that looked like a flashlight, the wizard at the door who was responsible for checking the wands had a face like an old man on the subway with a cell phone.

If he hadn't recognized that the overly handsome young wizard in front of him was the protagonist of this award ceremony, he would really have thought that the other party was teasing him.

The wizard from the Auror's office placed Noah's wand in the instrument hanging around his neck. Just like an automatic car wash assembly line, the drum on the strangely shaped machine began to rotate automatically, and with some difficulty rolled in Noah's Evolution Truster, whose diameter was obviously much larger than the standard, and spit it out from the other end.

Then, a long and narrow piece of parchment was spit out from the top of the instrument.

The wizard in charge of security picked up the parchment and looked at the analysis of the wand recorded on it. The face of the old man on the subway looking at his cell phone became more and more confused.

"Core: Kyber crystal."

Although this thing is rare, there is no wizard who can become an Auror who is not knowledgeable. Wizards recognize that this is an extremely excellent magic conduction material, and is often used by alchemists in the carving of large and advanced magic circles.

But he didn't expect that this thing could be used as the core of a magic wand.

"Staff body: 63% Mithril, 26.3% unknown metal, 4.1% gold, 3.2% titanium..."

What the hell is this?

"Was this made by Ollivander?" The wizard looked in disbelief at the mark of the Ollivander family engraved on the bottom of the lightsaber handle.

"It was his Christmas present to me, and I also have it with me if you want to test the wand I bought from his shop before I went to Hogwarts."

The young Auror was visibly relieved at Noah's words.

"Please take it out."

But he regretted what he said the next second.

Looking at the more than two-meter-long Fang Tian Hua Ji in Noah's hand, oh no, now Noah no longer installs the halberd body of the Fang Tian Hua Ji on the wand, so he only has a bare two-meter-long halberd handle in his hand.

"This is the wand I bought from Ollivanders."

Regardless of the horrified expression of the young Auror in front of him, Noah simply raised the iron birch wand and stuffed it into the wand testing instrument in the other's hand.

Looking at the information written on the parchment, the wizard, who was still inexperienced, had an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?"

But the parchment actually records the information about the wand:

Core of the staff: a complete spinal cord of a fire dragon.

Stick body: Iron birch, eighty inches long.

Chapter 271 I've Always Wanted to See Your Expression

Neither of the two wands that Ollivander prepared for Noah could be used by a normal wizard.

Fortunately, the wizard in charge of checking wands at the door worked in the Auror Office. He had met Noah before during the Battle of London and knew his identity.

The young Auror felt somewhat grateful and a bit of worship as if he had seen a great god towards this ruthless man who single-handedly controlled Fiendfyre, a being that even the entire Auror office couldn't control, and used him to wipe out an entire city block of Lizardmen.

So, even though Noah handed over two strange-shaped wands that did not comply with the regulations, he just waved his hand to indicate that Noah could enter.

The room next to the hall is a large conference hall that can accommodate more than two thousand people.

Judging from the new chairs and other new decorations in the venue, it is obvious that the Ministry of Magic counted the number of participants some time ago and urgently used the Traceless Stretching Spell to widen the space inside the venue and add enough seats.

“We were in the third and fourth rows.”

Mr. Granger waved the invitation in his hand.

As recipients of the distinguished First and Second Class Order of Merlin, Noah and his companions were naturally ranked quite high, along with Flitwick and Snape.

During the time when everyone sat down, wizards kept coming to greet them and congratulate Noah.

In just a few minutes, three groups of people came to shake hands with Noah and Fox. Noah felt that the professional smile on his face was about to freeze.

If it wasn't for such a solemn occasion, Noah would really want to curse at the wizards who came to congratulate him if he couldn't put on a stinky face that said "I'm too lazy to bother with you guys".

Fortunately, Minister of Magic Amelia Bones and the current acting Chief Magician of the Wizengamot Griselda Marchbank appeared in time to rescue Noah.

"Noah Shafrin and Fox Dumbledore, two future stars of the wizarding world."

Minister Bones pushed the monocle on his face and extended his hand to Noah before he even came close, as if the two of them had a very close relationship.

"Ever since the incident in London, I have been eager to meet the two young talents that Scrimgeour mentioned."

Noah narrowed his eyes slightly.

Young talent, if that is the only word used to describe him, then this description is more appropriate.

But if you say Fox is also a young talent, uh...

As an immortal phoenix, even a fraction of its age might be hundreds of years older than your grandfather. Isn't it nonsense to praise it with such a word?

Fortunately, Fox doesn't care.

This greedy fat turkey doesn't care about anything other than eating. Even the Order of Merlin, which all wizards dream of, is just a piece of scrap metal in the eyes of the fat turkey.

That thing was not as practical to her as the luncheon after the awarding ceremony.

Leaving aside the irrelevant question of the accuracy of his wording, Noah took the hand of the current Minister of Magic and shook it briefly.

"Ms. Bones, Ms. Marchbank, hello."

He did not dare to shake hands with Griselda Marchbank.

This old witch, who has been in charge of various examinations in the British wizarding world since the late 19th century, such as OWLs and NEWTs level examinations, is at least two hundred years old.

Her hands were as thin as eagle claws, and the skin covering them was so wrinkled that the cracks were big enough to kill a fly.

Her hands, covered with age spots, showed signs of severe osteoporosis. Although not as good as Nicolas Flamel, who was 600 years old, for Griselda who had not taken the elixir of immortality, her physical condition was not much better than that of Nicolas Flamel.

Noah was afraid that if he moved a little, he would remove the other person's arm.

Griselda was not annoyed that Noah chose not to shake her hand, after all, she was very clear about her physical condition.

With her 200-year-old waist hunched, she simply reached out and gently patted Noah's arm, "What an amazing young man! The future of the magic world belongs to you."

These two people, who are considered to be the most powerful figures in the British wizarding world today, are obviously very busy.

Even when facing Noah and Fox, two future stars who were about to be awarded the first-class medal, the two of them only stayed for a short while and exchanged a few words with them...

Well, they mainly exchanged a few words with Noah.

Fox, the fat turkey who didn't understand the ways of the world, had no intention of paying attention to strangers, but their target was not Fox.

It was Noah.

Judging from Noah's current age, the strength he has demonstrated so far, and his future potential, as long as he can maintain this rate of growth, it will not take more than ten years, or even before Noah graduates from Hogwarts School, for him to become a magician like Albus Dumbledore.

It would be great if we could recruit him into our own forces before he becomes fully grown.

However, they never imagined that Noah is now the mastermind behind a faction, bah, the controller behind the scenes.

Although this force is still in the Muggle world, it has just extended some of its tentacles into the wizarding world.

But it won't be long before this tiny tentacles that have spread into the magical world

It swells into a giant, until it destroys the original order of this world and rebuilds a whole new world on its corpse.

So, Noah politely rejected the olive branches extended by two people representing the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot respectively.

The two men had anticipated Noah's refusal and did not continue to lobby him any further.

When it comes to persuading someone to join you, you can't be impatient. If you are impatient, you won't get what you want.

So the two big guys left with a smile and went to prepare for the upcoming awarding ceremony.

Not long after the two big guys left, the only lone member of Hufflepuff House also came over, and behind Neville was an old witch in a green robe.

She looked a bit like the scary malevolent witch in the story who would kidnap children. Although the robe she was wearing was brand new, the style was the kind of old-fashioned design that even a hundred-year-old man like Dumbledore would find tacky.

Especially her pointed wizard hat was decorated with a stuffed vulture. This bizarre shape was obviously quite shocking in the magical world with equally bizarre aesthetics.

Without Neville introducing himself, Noah guessed the true identity of this serious-looking old lady by the vulture specimen on her hat.

"Hello, Mrs. Longbottom."

Noah had just opened his mouth to say hello when the old lady in front of him hugged him.

Noah was a little dazed by this sudden warm hug, and his first reaction was to break free, but Mrs. Longbottom's arms seemed to have supernatural powers, tightly wrapping around Noah's neck.

Fortunately, Neville's grandmother realized her abruptness and quickly let go of her hand.

"You are Noah Shafrin, right? Neville often tells me about you. He always says you are his best friend and mentor. Thank you for everything you have done for my grandson."

The old woman's eyes were full of gratitude as she looked at Noah's face.

Ever since her son and daughter-in-law were abducted by Bellatrix Lestrange more than ten years ago, and tortured to insanity with the Cruciatus Curse along with Rodolphus, Rabastan and Barty Jr., Augusta Longbottom has placed all her hopes on her grandson.

However, perhaps because she was too strict with Neville, Neville developed a timid and introverted character as he grew up.

It may also be because she cast a forgetfulness spell on Neville in order to erase the extreme pain in his heart, which caused Neville to have some minor mental defects.

Neville's performance has always been very poor.

Stupid brain, slow reaction, low talent, lack of self-confidence, timid, very forgetful...

Sometimes, Mrs. Longbottom thought that the only trumpet left in the world by her son and daughter-in-law was ruined, and there was no possibility of reopening the trumpet in their condition.

This made the strong woman feel depressed.

However, all this changed completely after Neville met a young wizard of the same age named Noah Shafrin on the Hogwarts Express.