The years of welding at Hogwarts

When the recipients of the third-class medal returned to their original seats wearing a shining gold medal, they happily shared it with their invited relatives and friends.

On the podium, Gsilda Marchban looked at the parchment in her hand again.

Watching Ms. Marchbank's every move closely, Hermione behaved like a fish that accidentally jumped ashore, breathing in the outside air in big gulps.

"Okay, Hermione, calm down."

The little beaver with sweaty palms kept comforting himself, "It's just like the Sorting Ceremony. You've experienced it once before. It's no big deal."

Looking at the cute look of the little beaver, Gwen, who was sitting in the row behind her, couldn't help laughing.

Gwen smiled and reached out to ruffle the little beaver's messy brown hair. She leaned forward and put her mouth close to Hermione's ear, "You won't feel nervous if you treat the people sitting below as carrots and vegetables."

This wonderful metaphor made Hermione burst out laughing. "Gwen, what a terrible idea you came up with!"

"Hermione Granger!"

The originally emotional little beaver had relaxed a little because of Gwen's joke, but when Ms. Marchbank called his name, the little beaver's body inevitably stiffened suddenly.

She was like an artificial mentally retarded robot whose program was not so well written. At the urging of her parents, she stood up stiffly and walked to the podium with her hands and feet shaky.

Seeing the little beaver's appearance, the people sitting below the podium laughed kindly, but this sounded very harsh to the little beaver's ears.

Fortunately, the recipients of the second-level medals are basically acquaintances.

Shirley, who was considerate, held her friend's hand, which was sweaty due to nervousness, and said, "Hey, where is the fearless Professor McGonagall?"

"You are the smaller version of Professor McGonagall!" Hermione gently patted the hand of her unscrupulous best friend.

After being interrupted by Shirley, Hermione was not as nervous as she was at the beginning.

Together with the few award recipients around her, except for a somewhat unfamiliar middle-aged man, all the others were her friends.

Shirley, Draco, Neville...

Basically, they are the Big Five of the Kamar-Taj branch stationed at Hogwarts.

A gloomy wizard in a black robe stood out among the four hairy little ghosts.

There was a strong smell of potions lingering in the air, somewhat similar to Snape's.

As the number of people decreased, Griselda Marchbank was finally able to read out the commendation words exclusively for these recipients of the Order of Merlin, which also allowed Hermione to learn the true identity of this uncle.

Damcos Belby, inventor of the wolfsbane potion.

The existence of werewolves has always been a rather tricky issue in the magical world.

In addition to the native werewolves, there are many werewolves in the wizarding world who have involuntarily become what they are now, such as Remus Lupin, the professor of lower-grade spells at Hogwarts last year.

These people who are infected by the bites of native werewolves look no different from normal humans on weekdays, but on the night of the full moon, they will transform into irrational werewolves, frantically attacking any moving and breathing creatures around them, and destroying everything around them.

There is no solution to this violent aggression.

Those who are unfortunately transformed into werewolves have only one choice, which is to find a secluded place and lock themselves up tightly before the full moon night, so that they will not hurt their relatives and friends, or some innocent passers-by during the transformation.

This also brings a lot of distress and difficulties to their lives.

No company or organization would be willing to recruit a werewolf who could get out of control at any time, even if that was not their intention.

The wizarding world is full of discrimination against werewolves.

Except for a few people, no one would choose to be friends with a dangerous werewolf, and no one would be willing to marry and have children with a werewolf.

Because these non-native werewolves have the same infectious werewolf virus hidden in their bodies as those of native werewolves, this will more or less cause some adverse effects on their offspring.

Because werewolves are extremely contagious, there are quite a lot of werewolves in the magical world.

In addition, many of them were law-abiding citizens of the magical world before being converted, so no matter how cruel the Ministry of Magic was, it could not send them to concentration camps to give them a bath.

How to place these poor werewolves who have become unemployed due to transformation and eventually separated from their wives and children and become homeless has become a major problem in the magical world.

The werewolves' dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic and the entire magical world has been accumulating for a long time. In the current unstable environment, if they cause any trouble again, the Ministry of Magic will be in big trouble.

In such a social context, the invention of wolfsbane potion is a shot in the arm for these werewolves.

Although the current wolfsbane potion can only allow them to maintain human sanity when they transform on a full moon night after taking it, it is enough for them to see the hope of improving the current situation.

Now just stay rational, maybe in the future there will be a magic potion that can suppress their transformation?

In the future, who can guarantee that there won’t be a method in the magic world that can completely solve the hidden dangers they face?

Although the price of wolfsbane potion is very expensive and there are very few werewolves in the wizarding world who can afford a potion of this price, the contribution made by Damcos Belby cannot be erased because of these shortcomings.

So, he deserves a Order of Merlin, Second Class.

Griselda Marchbank quickly finished reading the commendations for the winners. She strode towards the winners, took the gold medals with purple ribbons from a member of the Wizengamot next to her, and put them on them one by one.

Looking at the gold medal on her grandson's chest, Augusta Longbottom, who always gave people the impression of having a stern face, smiled so hard that her eyes were almost invisible.

Her eyes were red and she clapped her hands vigorously, not stopping even when her hands turned red.

Seeing Mrs. Longbottom's look, Professor McGonagall smiled and nudged Professor Sprout next to her with her arm, motioning her to look in Mrs. Longbottom's direction.

"How long has it been since Augusta smiled like this?"

Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall looked at each other, "She has had a hard time for more than ten years. She is just trying to be strong."

Compared with the previous awarding of the third-level medal, the atmosphere for the awarding of the second-level medal was obviously much more enthusiastic. The thunderous applause from the audience lasted for nearly thirty seconds before gradually stopping.

The first thing Hermione did as she walked down the podium with trembling steps was to throw herself into Mrs. Granger's arms like a young swallow.

She raised her head with a smug smile, and at the same time, she lifted the medal by the ribbon on her chest and handed it to her parents, as if saying: Your daughter is awesome, isn't she?

The highlight is at the end of the awarding ceremony.

Although the outrageous actions of Cornelius Fudge and Arcturus Black, two young talents, lowered the value of the first-class medal, the people have sharp eyes.

They are able to identify which medal recipients are those who have truly made significant and outstanding contributions to the wizarding world.

When Noah, Fox, and Gwen stepped onto the podium, the atmosphere inside the auditorium reached its peak, and everyone applauded enthusiastically.

There was endless cheering.

Some wizards who couldn't control their emotions were still shouting: "Dumbledore! Dumbledore!"

All along, Fawkes's full name has been Fawkes Dumbledore. Coupled with her outstanding performance in the Battle of London, the entire wizarding world regarded her as the successor of Albus Dumbledore.

If it weren't for the fact that Fox looked too young, and the position of President of the International Confederation of Wizards was not hereditary.

Otherwise, there were some voices within the International Confederation of Wizards who wanted Fox to take over the position of President of the International Confederation of Wizards in place of Dumbledore, who resigned and ran away.

Of course, this does not prevent them from transferring their admiration for Albus Dumbledore to Fawkes, who also has the last name Dumbledore.

As he walked up to the podium, Noah's eyes slowly swept across the faces of the wizards who were shouting "Dumbledore".

With such a fanatical expression, if he did not use Fox's identity to do something to these fanatical believers, such as recruiting them under the name of Fox, it would be unworthy of the title of the third-generation Dark Lord who was plucked from the sky.

Even after the three of them stood on the podium, the crowd's cheers had not ended. If Gesilda hadn't stood up and signaled that they could stop, it would have been hard to say how long the cheers would have continued.

Griselda Marchbank came over and put the green ribbon around Gwen's neck and pinned the Order of Merlin on her, followed by Noah and finally Fawkes.

According to the original process, each winner has to give a speech of his or her own.

But given the character of Fox, an untamed fat turkey, it was already very good that she could honestly walk up to the podium to accept the award without causing any trouble.

As for giving an acceptance speech or something like that, forget it.

In Fox's eyes, the medal in her hand was not as valuable as a piece of French foie gras.

Even if we prepare a speech for her and ask her to read it, it would be unrealistic.

So this segment was cancelled, and Gwen and Noah, who didn't like such occasions, also benefited from Fox and were able to avoid having to make formal speeches on the podium.

As Noah and his companions walked down from the rostrum, the awarding ceremony came to an end.

After that, it was Fox's most anticipated state banquet of the wizarding world.

For those pure-blood wizards who consider themselves as the upper class of the magic world, the luncheon is a great opportunity to expand their network. People dressed in fancy clothes shuttled around the venue, chatting with people everywhere and exchanging business cards with each other...

To be honest, Noah didn't like this kind of occasion.

The people coming and going around were so enthusiastic that these ignorant wizards did not know that Noah actually had a terrible idea in his mind to subvert the magic world.

They kept coming up to talk to them, hoping to recruit these three future rising stars who had just been awarded the first-class medals. Even if they couldn't recruit them, it would never be a wrong thing to build good relationships with them.

Noah glanced at Fox who was eating beside him and sighed softly.

Sometimes he really envied this greedy fat turkey, who didn't have to worry about anything and could just leave all the things that required using his brain to him and Gwen.

As the most powerful among the three giants of SHIELD, Fox usually just needs to eat and eat, and then rush to the front and fight the most fiercely when fighting.

Fortunately, a burst of noise in the distance attracted people's attention and allowed Noah to escape from this boring social interaction.

Amid the noise, Noah vaguely caught Lucius' voice.

This aroused curiosity in Noah, who had not originally planned to watch the show. He immediately stood up from his seat, and with the extraordinary strength he had developed from practicing the secret arts of Kamar-Taj, he easily separated the crowd and squeezed to the front of the crowd.

Then he saw a pair of bickering enemies fighting on the ground.

Lucius Malfoy and Arthur Weasley.

Oh, no, it’s two pairs.

A little further ahead, there were two figures also wrestling with each other—

Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley.

It is true that like father, like son.

Wow, both the Malfoy family and the Weasley family are full of talented people.

Surrounding Draco and Ron were the entire Weasley family, the two older brothers Bill and Charlie, and the nerd Percy, the twin brothers who were eager to join the battle and attack Draco.

And the most beloved youngest daughter of the Weasley family, Ginny Weasley.

Well, plus there’s Harry Potter, the Weasley family’s live-in son-in-law.

Judging from the number of people, the Weasley family clearly has the advantage, at least in the battle among the younger generation.

But at this moment, their family's numerical advantage was not utilized at all.

Draco and Ron kept punching each other in the face, and judging by their red and bloodshot eyes, it was obvious that they were really angry.

Neville Longbottom, who was known for his viciousness, tried his best to separate the two men, but every time he let go, the two men seemed to be bloodthirsty.

They rushed towards each other again like mad dogs.

Of course, every time it ended with Ron being knocked to the ground by Draco's punches.

Although Draco's fighting ability has always been the strongest among the five giants of the Kamar-Taj branch in Hogwarts, it depends on who he is compared with.

Driven by Neville, a crazy practitioner who wanted to avenge his parents, when Draco was at Hogwarts, Neville would pull Draco out of bed and take him for a morning run around the Hogwarts Castle before the sun rose every day.

Although Draco did not use lightning to strengthen his body like Neville, his talent in close combat was only average, so he did not specialize in physical skills.

But this does not mean that Draco's fighting ability is weak.

At the very least, Draco, who had received some training in the mystic arts of Kamar-Taj, could easily beat up Ron, a dead otaku who could only hide in his room every night and use the catheter with his good friend Harry, even if he tied one of his hands behind his back.

The whole Weasley family was extremely anxious as they watched Ron being knocked to the ground again and again.

But if Neville hadn't been there, and if this notorious Hufflepuff Thor hadn't shown any signs of taking sides, and on the contrary seemed to be helping Ron, they would have rushed forward long ago without being able to hold back.

"Stop fighting!" Ginny Weasley cried anxiously.

Just as Noah was daydreaming about whether or not to go up and help Lucius, this fist-fighting exchange session had obviously come to an end.

Although Draco had the advantage in the younger generation's competition, when it came to the adult group, the situation was reversed.

Mr. Weasley stayed in his factory every day, tinkering with the Muggle vehicles that his twin brothers had brought from the city when London was in chaos.

Two-wheeled will-o'-the-wisp, three-wheeled Japanese vehicles, four-wheeled old man's music, helicopters with propellers but no wheels, and other miscellaneous gadgets...

Mr. Weasley built up an extremely strong body of muscles by tightening screws.

On the other hand, Lucius, the noble lord who always looks superior, does not have any decent strong muscles on his body.

Being able to withstand a punch from the muscular Mr. Weasley without being forced to his knees and begging for life, Lucius's ability to withstand blows is well matched to his small physique.

Amelia Bones led a group of Aurors to disperse the crowd. With a grim face, she waved her wand to separate the two people who were still entangled in a neck-wrap posture on the ground.

"What have you done!"

Chapter 273 Neville: Give me some face!

The time came to ten minutes ago.

As the three recipients of the Order of Merlin First Class walked down the rostrum amid the applause of the crowd, the Order of Merlin awarding ceremony came to an end.