Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 232 Order of Merlin, Second Class

 The sudden arrival of the guest immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The cheers and celebrations were much quieter, and the little wizards turned to look at those people, but they only recognized Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and had no impression of the others at all.

Even Dumbledore, who was at the guest of honor, was slightly stunned.

But he quickly greeted him:

 “Oh, Doug, and Connelly, and Pegasus…”

Dumbledore greeted everyone one by one: "It's so nice to see you all at Hogwarts. I always thought you would arrive tomorrow."

 “It was supposed to be tomorrow…”

Doug McPhail, the old wizard walking at the front, said with a smile: "But Nico feels that this is a rare opportunity and should not only be known to a few people.

And I personally think so, after all, there has never been a young wizard who won the Order of Merlin at the age of twelve before. This is a very remarkable achievement. The child beat the minimum age record by eight years. "

 “This is certainly cause for celebration,” Dumbledore said with a smile.

“So we sped up a little bit and finally arrived at Hogwarts before the holidays.”

McPhail said with a smile: "Completing the honoring ceremony with everyone at Hogwarts...it must be very meaningful to that kid."

After hearing his words, the entire auditorium fell silent instantly. Everyone's eyes widened. They had some guesses in their minds, but they couldn't believe it.

 A twelve-year-old wizard received the Order of Merlin... How is this possible!

Not far away, at the Gryffindor table, Fred glanced at George stiffly.

“Twelve years old, probably in the second grade.”

　　…possibly first grade.”

George also looked a little strange: "Maybe it's Harry. Everyone knows that he defeated the mysterious man, and it doesn't matter if he gets a Merlin Order of Merlin medal."

"But...Harry's birthday is in July, which means he is still eleven years old."

At this time, George was speechless.

A name suddenly popped into his mind, and he believed Fred should be the same.

"No way…"

 “Could it be...”

　　The two looked at each other and looked in the direction of the Hufflepuff table.

At this time, McPhail, who had come from afar, did not continue the greetings:

"Let's get started now, Dumbledore, the youngest member of the Order of Merlin...I can't wait, and don't keep the children waiting."

“Of course, no problem, but are you still going to host the ceremony this time?”

McPhail shook his head, "Of course not, we have more suitable candidates."

Hearing his words, Cornelius Fudge subconsciously cleared his throat and took a small step forward, as if he wanted to take over the job.

But McPhail continued as if he hadn't seen him: "Since we are in Hogwarts, it must be you, Albus.

And this is your job as the Chief Magician of the Wizengamot, you can't keep pushing it to me...remember, I've been retired for a long time. "

 “But you’re better at the job than I am, Doug.”

Dumbledore smiled, then turned and walked towards the guest of honor.

“Today is such a happy day.” He said loudly: “Let me introduce these distinguished guests to you...”

“Dougal MacPhail, a wise and steady wise man, led the Ministry of Magic through a pleasant period of tranquility at a time when the Muggle Parliament was experiencing apparent turmoil.”

McPhail waved hello to everyone.

 There was a burst of warm applause in the auditorium.

"I know him." Hermione said with some excitement: "Remember, we saw it when we were looking for Nicolas Flamel.

Dougal MacPhail, who served as Minister of Magic in 1858, is also one of the most trusted ministers. "

 “1858?!”

 Ron said in disbelief: "Then he is over a hundred years old now!"

 “133 years old,” Harry whispered.

"You two..." Hermione frowned, "It should be said that he is at least 133 years old. He can't be the Minister of Magic since he was born."

"He's really alive..." Ron muttered under his breath, "I mean, he doesn't have the elixir, does he?"

On the stage, Dumbledore has already begun to introduce the next person.

"And our Minister of Magic, Mr. Cornelius Fudge..." Fudge took off his hat and showed a friendly smile.

There was another burst of applause from below, especially from the Slytherin side, who clapped their hands with great excitement.

“And Pegasus Sathya, director of St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, a revered master of potions…”

 “Newt Scamander, the famous magizoologist and author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them…”

When Dumbledore introduced those people on the stage, Kyle's eyes were always on the last two people.

 Those were his parents, Chris and Diana.

 It’s just that Diana wore a wide black hood to hide herself very tightly.

And for some reason, her presence was also very low. If it weren't for the fact that she was standing next to Chris, Kyle probably wouldn't have noticed her.

It feels like a Muggle Expelling Curse...

Just as he was thinking about it, Kyle suddenly felt something strange coming from his hand. He subconsciously glanced down and found that there were a few small words added to his hand...

 “Don’t look around, mission!”

The corner of Kyle's mouth twitched.

 Obviously, his mother probably came here on leave during the mission, but because of the special nature of the Department of Mysteries, she had to hide herself.

After being reminded, Kyle nodded slightly and stopped looking at them.

 Just know that your parents are there too.

 Such an important thing, without their participation, Kyle always felt that something was missing.

 “Kyle, why are you smiling so happily?”

Cedric glanced at him doubtfully, and then seemed to think of something:

“Wait a minute. Isn’t this Order of Merlin... meant for you?”

 Like George, he had thought it was for Harry Potter.

Kyle spread his hands and said nothing, but Cedric's expression became more and more surprised.

 And there was a bit of sluggishness in the surprise.

 Soon, Dumbledore introduced the last person.

 Inventor of Wolfsbane Potion, Damocles Belby.

Except Fudge, the other four are all recipients of the Order of Merlin, either first or second level.

 As for Chris and Diana...they had found a seat near the door and sat down.

Dumbledore seemed to have noticed something, so he did not mention the two of them.

“Perhaps you may find it strange and wonder why these long-famous wizards came to Hogwarts…”

Dumbledore stood in front of the guest of honor and said in a clear and loud voice: "It's simple... They are here to award a student the Order of Merlin."

After receiving Dumbledore's affirmative reply, there was an uproar below.

Everyone is guessing who it is... and the one that is mentioned the most is Harry Potter.

 “Harry, is it really you?” Ron said excitedly.

"Impossible." Harry shook his head: "I've never heard of it, and I'm not twelve years old, you know that."

"I know, but who else could it be besides you... Don't forget that you defeated the mysterious man and saved the magical world." Ron said: "Maybe they just misremembered your age."

Harry frowned, he still felt something was wrong.

If it was really because of Voldemort's incident, why was it delayed until today to award the award, and why was he allowed to live in the Dursley's for eleven years?

If Hagrid hadn't taken him away from that seaside hut, he might not even know that Hogwarts existed until now.

The auditorium was in a mess, and there was endless noise... Everyone was arguing about who the winner was.

But soon, Dumbledore told them the answer.

 “Kelchouba!” he shouted.

As if a pause button had been pressed, the auditorium fell silent for an instant. They subconsciously looked at the Hufflepuff table and Kyle standing there.

 “Come here, boy,” said Dumbledore gently.

Kyle walked over.

Dumbledore said solemnly: "At St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, you successfully subdued an out-of-control werewolf and saved the lives of 57 injured and sick patients on an entire floor.

In recognition of your heroic and fearless actions at that time, I, Albus Dumbledore, on behalf of the International Confederation of Wizards, the Order of Merlin, the Wizengamot, and the wizarding world, award you the Order of Merlin, Second Class! "

 (End of this chapter)