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Chapter 374 Award Ceremony
Sherlock didn't go anywhere else, just waited on the terrace in the yard outside the house.

In addition to worrying about Silk's situation, he was still thinking about Dumbledore.

Judging from the way he left in a hurry at the Ministry of Magic yesterday, it was obvious that Dumbledore had something to do.

There is nothing else that can make him so concerned now, except Voldemort's Horcrux.

At today's award ceremony, Sherlock planned to ask Dumbledore about the situation.

Since the last time it seemed that he beat Voldemort until he fled in embarrassment, but in fact he himself escaped from death, Sherlock's sense of crisis about improving his strength has become more and more serious.

The learning of magic is of course endless, but if you want to increase your strength quickly and without side effects, the only way is to find Voldemort's Horcrux and fuse your soul.

Sherlock sat on the terrace, waiting like this all morning, and at noon, there was finally movement in the house.

Mrs. Matthew pushed the door and walked out with Silk.

The two of them didn't look changed when they first went in, with the black ribbon still wrapped around Silk's eyes.

Sherlock's heart sank, and he went forward to meet him.

Before he could ask about the situation, Mrs. Matthew waved her hand as if tired.

"You don't have to make your face so long, I have already helped to take out the [time debris] from this girl's eyes, but her eyes are still affected a bit, and it is not suitable for direct vision for the time being, so I have to continue Blindfolded for a while."

Sherlock's hanging heart suddenly relaxed. He looked at Silk, who seemed to have lost the ability to see the surrounding scenery clearly even if he was blindfolded before, and was led by Mrs. Matthew to come out. .

He took Silk's hand and asked softly.

"how do you feel?"

"It's nothing, but I don't think I'll be able to go to the award ceremony with you later." Silk's voice was light and full of regret.

Sherlock laughed instead.

"What's so interesting about the ceremony that the Ministry of Magic used to put gold on my face? If you want to see it, I'll put the medal on the wall of the living room when you get back. You can watch it every day after you open your eyes."

Watching the two young people talking, Mrs. Matthew, who felt her mouth was getting tired, tapped her cane.

"Don't stay at my house when you're done! Do you still want me to keep you here for lunch?"

For this eccentric old hag who helped them all the time, Sherlock kept his attitude low.

"Thank you very much for your help, Mrs. Matthew. If you need me in the future, you can come to me at any time, so we won't bother you today."

Just as he was leading Silk to leave, Mrs. Matthew suddenly stopped him again.

"This thing was taken out of that girl's eyes, and you take what you brought."

She threw over a transparent potion bottle, but there was no potion in the bottle, but dots of golden "sand" floating in it.

Sherlock took the bottle firmly in his hand, he looked at the [time crumbs] that had been hidden in Silk's eyes before, and asked with some doubts.

"Is there any use for this thing?"

"You can pour it on the object you want to know. It allows you to see the history of that object from its construction to the present. When using it, don't pour it all at once, use one-third each time The amount is enough, and it can be used three times in total.”

Sherlock stared at the bottle of [Time Scraps]. He understood from Mrs. Matthew's words that the effect of this thing is actually a simplified version of Silk's eyes before.

It has become a consumable. Although it can only be used three times, it can still play a big role at certain times.

Then Sherlock sent Silk back home first, had lunch with her at home, and then used Apparition to arrive at today's ceremony of the Order of Merlin.

For the entire wizarding world, Sherlock's receipt of the Order of Merlin's First Class Medal is considered a major event.

Because this medal is the proof that Voldemort is not invincible. As long as Sherlock is alive one day, everyone will still remember the scene where he stabbed the knife into Voldemort's chest.

Unless Voldemort kills him with his own hands later, he can restore his damaged notoriety.

Naturally, the place where the award will be held will not be in the Ministry of Magic, but a huge banquet hall hidden in the downtown area of ​​London.

This is not only the resident place of the Sir Merlin Order, but also the place where each award ceremony is held. Whenever a new wizard receives a medal, most of the medal holders will come to this banquet.

Among these people are senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, members of pure-blood families, famous healers of St. Mungo's, famous wizards like Dumbledore, and people who have made great contributions in various walks of life.

For such a grand event, many journalists were invited to participate.

In the British magic news industry, although the Daily Prophet has always held the most authoritative right to speak, there are also other weekly newspapers, such as "The Quibbler" and so on.

In fact, Sherlock was already late, and before he arrived from home, he received a reminder letter from an owl.

When he arrived at the banquet, everyone else was basically there.

Even Dumbledore, who seemed in a hurry yesterday, was wearing a formal dark green robe, chatting and laughing with a middle-aged witch who looked like a lady.

Afterwards, there was a series of procedural links. The jazz troupe announced Sherlock's achievements and awarded him a first-class medal. Finally, he said a few words on the scene, and the rest was the banquet link.

When Sherlock walked down from the high platform with the medal pinned to his chest, several reporters from the magic newspaper rushed forward, wanting to interview him to get some exclusive news.

But he got rid of all these people perfunctorily, and then found Dumbledore in a corner of the banquet hall.

After those reporters saw Sherlock and Dumbledore getting together, they also chased after them ignorantly.

Everyone is very clear that as long as there are no accidents in Sherlock, he must be the next Dumbledore. However, judging from his current character and temper, he will not be the next Dumbledore.

"Such a young recipient of the First Class Medal, you should have broken the record for being the youngest recipient of the First Class Order of Merlin in history." Dumbledore congratulated Sherlock with a smile.

Sherlock shrugged.

"Professor you understand, I wish I didn't have this honor of attracting attention. Are you done with yesterday's work?"

When it came to business, the smile on Dumbledore's face gradually subsided.

"I found the memory of that house-elf, Hokey."

(End of this chapter)