Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Maybe, Sir Merlin has nothing to do with Merlin.

But there is no doubt that it is the most prestigious award in the wizarding world of Great Britain, and it is the dream of almost every wizard.

"Are they going to give me a prize?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore nodded: "A Medal of the Order of Merlin, Second Class."

"Secondary?" Harry repeated the words.

Dumbledore nodded again.

Harry's tone was calm: "Albus, you know me. I don't always value this kind of thing very much, but Cornelius Fudge has a first-class medal."

He laughed, with a mocking expression on his face.

Dumbledore was a little helpless, he couldn't refute Harry's words.

Sir Merlin's status is lofty, but not so lofty.

There are times when they are just, like now, when they give awards to people who have contributed.

There are also times of injustice.

Like Harry said, Cornelius Fudge has a first class medal.

The reason for awarding him this badge is to recognize his great contributions to the peace of the magical world during his term of office, as well as those outstanding and wise policies - Dumbledore remembers very clearly, awarding Fudge with a badge When receiving the first-class medal, the entire Wizengamot was holding back their laughter.

Not even the Wizengamot believed Fudge's nonsense.

After he got the first-class badge, except Umbridge, who flattered power, almost everyone questioned his "honor".

Even now, with Fudge stepping down, calls for the abolition of the Fudge First Class Medal are getting louder and louder.

Fudge had done nothing, but it wasn't a crime either.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Mr. Porter doesn't like the former ex-minister very much.

Harry looked at Dumbledore.

Hermione would often mention the Order of Merlin, and Ron would occasionally count his fingers to calculate how many orders he should get from the Order of Merlin.

I also know something about the evaluation criteria for the Medal of Merlin.

Only those who have made great contributions to the wizarding world can receive a first-class medal—like Dumbledore who repelled Grindelwald and saved the wizarding world, or Pettigrew Peter before the truth was revealed, his credit is not bad It's not a huge contribution, but he sacrificed because of it. The living will always be more tolerant to the dead, so he also received a first-class medal.

The second-level medal is awarded to outstanding talents in the industry, or those who have made extraordinary achievements and made certain contributions to the wizarding world.

The more well-known recipient is the Master of Fantastic Beasts, Newt Scamander. His second-class medal is used to commend his contribution to the study of magical animals, that is, Magizoology. Professor Slughorn also has a pieces.

Professor Snape didn't have one yet, but when he lived to be eighty or ninety years old, he'd get one too.

With the value of this bottle of potion.

Solving the werewolf problem that has plagued the wizarding world for many years is considered a great contribution to the wizarding world and deserves a first-class medal.

but.

Normal wizards discriminate against werewolves, and this discrimination is far better than pure blood's discrimination against ordinary people.

Protecting and respecting ordinary people is the correct cognition of the wizarding world. For example, the original intention of the Merlin Sir Order was to "commit to advocating the protection of Muggles by law and safeguarding their rights."

But no one person, or an organization, has ever said that it is "committed to using magic to protect werewolves."

Therefore, in the eyes of most wizards, this potion is just a breakthrough in the potion industry, and an insignificant but long-standing intractable disease has been solved.

Harry picked up his teacup and took a sip: "That kind of thing doesn't make any sense to me."

"Help me refuse."

"I still have to go to the Ministry of Magic. It's troublesome."

"Although I wrote the thesis, we all know that Professor Snape is the one who should really be honored."

Dumbledore nodded, not at all surprised by Harry's answer.

Ask yourself politely, so you can give an answer to Sir Merlin.

"So that's why you called me over?" Harry looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head: "One more thing, the owner of the Chocolate Frog wrote to me, asking me to help with consultation, whether you would like to be a card now."

His expression was serious and extremely serious, much more serious than when he talked about the Merlins.

Harry looked oddly.

"Harry, have you never eaten a chocolate frog?" Dumbledore was surprised.

Harry shook his head: "No, from the way you look, it seems that you care about this matter?"

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded. He smiled and said softly, "I care about two things most."

"One is Hogwarts. I think even if I die, I will die in Hogwarts."

"The other thing is the chocolate frog card."

Harry asked, "What about Grindelwald?"

Dumbledore froze.

"I'm going to have to write and complain," Harry teased him.

Dumbledore shook his head, but said nothing.

"Forget about the card." Harry stood up, shaking his head, "It's too strange to be printed on it."

"Are you really not thinking about it?" Dumbledore continued to work hard, his voice full of bewitching, "Chocolate frog card, all you need is a photo."

"Picture with the Sorting Hat and Gryffindor sword."

Harry turned his head and glanced at him contemptuously: "You are so enthusiastic, I wonder if Chocolate Frog gave you shares."

"I really hope there is." Dumbledore muttered, "Their products are very interesting, but the taste is average, not sweet enough, and the chocolate is too hard. They should adjust the formula."

Harry sighed, "I should have asked Professor Snape to come over and fix your brain."

Dumbledore laughed: "Severus is now the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Harry nodded: "Maybe you will find some undiscovered dark magic creatures in your mind."

"The Harassing Gadfly?" Dumbledore smiled even more happily, "Oh, in that case, I can introduce new styles of cards."

Harry was even more contemptuous, and turned to leave.

Dumbledore sighed, sorry about that.

It was even more regrettable for the Merlin Order. They couldn't figure out why Mr. Potter had no interest in the Medal of Honor at all.

but.

Harry didn't need these pompous accolades, but the Order of Merlin needed Harry.

On the first day of December.

Friday dinner.

The students are enthusiastically discussing tomorrow's Quidditch match.

The gate of the castle was suddenly pushed open.

A group of wizards dressed in red walked in with dignified and serious footsteps. The wizard at the head was holding a red box in his hand.

The students looked sideways.

"Who are they?" Someone asked.

This group of wizards in red looks not young, they are all old people, their faces are full of traces of time, but they are different from the old people who have experienced the vicissitudes of time, they have the kind of Dumbledore and Slughorn. The taste of the world—the kind that lives in a mild environment and is well-maintained.

"It's the Wizengamot." The person next to him explained his confusion.

The famous Wizengamot.

How could they come here and still look so solemn.

"An accident happened to the Ministry of Magic again?" Ron muttered as he gnawed on the lamb chops.

Harry shook his head: "I'm afraid they came to look for me."

Ron was taken aback, biting the meat and staring at Harry.

Hermione came to her senses and said in surprise, "Is it the Medal of the Order of Merlin?"

Harry nodded.

"But isn't it usually going to the Ministry of Magic to accept the award?" Ron muttered.

Harry put down the knife and fork in his hand, and looked straight at the Wizengamot group: "I think it's troublesome to go to the Ministry of Magic, and things like rituals are also very complicated, so I asked Professor Dumbledore to help me refuse."

The wizards of the Wizengamot felt Harry's gaze, quickened their pace, and came over.

The wizard at the head put the box in front of Harry.

"Mr. Potter, thank you for your contribution to the wizarding world. Sir Merlin presents you with the Medal of Honor, Second Class." He spoke softly.

Harry nodded.

They didn't stay too long, and they didn't exchange too many greetings. Dumbledore told them that Harry didn't like things that were too troublesome and complicated.

After simply handing over the box, they continued to walk towards the teacher's seat.

The students of the other three colleges vaguely guessed what happened after seeing the group of red-robed wizards standing in front of Harry for a while. The Gryffindor table witnessed it with their own eyes, and the nest exploded.

"The Medal of the Order of Merlin!" Neville looked at the box eagerly and exclaimed in a low voice.

Hermione looked at Harry, and after he nodded, opened the box.

A golden badge with strong four-leaf clover, with a majestic oak tree growing in the center, and a purple ribbon under the badge.

"They came here to present you the award in person." The envy in Seamo's tone overflowed and floated on the table.

Harry shook his head, looked at the medal that Hermione was playing with, and said softly, "I don't really want it."

"But I didn't expect them to deliver it in person."

Lion cubs hold their breath, look, what this says

The wizards of the Wizengamot, envious and admired by the Gryffindors, walked to the teacher's seat.

The wizard at the head greeted Dumbledore, turned around, waved his wand, and chanted a spell over his throat: "Magic is wonderful, and wizards are just like magic, full of miracles."

"Hogwarts has produced a very good student who has made great contributions to the wizarding world while still in school."

"He solved the curse that plagued all wizards for thousands of years. Since then, the problem of werewolves has never been unsolvable."

"Approved by all members of the Order of Merlin, issued by the Wizengamot on behalf of Mr. Harry Potter, the Medal of Honor, Second Class of the Order of Merlin, in recognition of his outstanding achievements in the field of potions and his contribution to the peace of the magical world outstanding contribution."

The students of the other three colleges became lively.

Sure enough!

They guessed right.

"As expected of Potter!"

"God, if I can get a third-class medal in my life, I will be satisfied."

"I think so too."