Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 119 Compensation, Order of Merlin

Dean Sacia was silent for a moment and did not continue the topic.

“Let’s get down to business first.” She looked at Dumbledore and said, “I suspect that someone is making a potion that can affect the transformation of werewolves. The one I encountered today was probably deliberately put into St. Mungo’s.

 I don’t know the reason why he did this. It might be to test the efficacy of the medicine, or it might be to create panic.

But no matter what, this behavior is undoubtedly a blasphemy against St. Mungo's, and I will find that person. "

"Need any help?" Dumbledore said, "I happen to know a werewolf friend."

"Thank you for your kindness, but no need. I have some friendship with a werewolf group." Dean Sasia pondered: "They are enough."

Dean Sasia's eyes were cold. That person dared to do such a thing in St. Mungo's, which had already touched her bottom line.

 Fortunately nothing happened today, otherwise St. Mungo's would be really embarrassed.

 She needs to let others know that pharmacists have tempers too.

I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but neither of them mentioned the Ministry of Magic during the conversation.

Dumbledore, who was rejected, said nothing more.

 A group of werewolves...there is really no difference if there is one more or one less.

“There’s one last thing, and that’s the question of compensation.”

Kyle unconsciously sat forward... He had been waiting for this since just now.

“I’m sorry that your mistake put you in such danger, and St. Mungo’s will take full responsibility for it.”

Dean Sasia thought for a while and said: "One thousand galleons, this is our compensation to you. I hope you can forgive us for our mistakes."

“In addition, because you stopped the werewolves from committing murder and saved the reputation of St. Mungo’s, we will reward you with another two thousand galleons.”

 Is it three thousand galleons in total?

Kyle raised his eyebrows. To be honest, it was a little less than he thought.

 It is no exaggeration to say that the first few seconds when he met the werewolf were more dangerous than when he faced Oren in the Forbidden Forest.

From taking the wand to casting the first softening spell, it only took about a second. If he made the slightest mistake in the middle, he would have been bitten.

In such a life-threatening situation, only three thousand galleons in compensation is really not a lot.

But seeing as the other party knows Dumbledore, and because he spoke to me just now... let’s just say three thousand, Dumbledore’s face should still be given.

And Kyle is also thin-skinned.

Since everyone was talking about it, he was really embarrassed to open his mouth and ask for the remaining 997,000 galleons.

Kyle nodded, and just when he was about to agree, he heard Dean Sacia continue.

 “Also, the Order of Merlin!”

"What..." Kyle didn't react for a moment. He thought he heard wrongly.

"Medal of Merlin." Dean Sasia repeated it again. She smiled and said, "I will nominate you personally, but I can't guarantee whether it will be the second or third degree."

 This is her real compensation...or a thank you gift.

 In her opinion, compared with the reputation of St. Mungo's, the lives of those patients are the most important.

 On the entire second floor, there are almost fifty patients lying in beds. If a werewolf breaks into the room at this time, they will be unable to resist.

Keir can be said to have indirectly saved the lives of fifty wizards. This kind of behavior is completely worthy of a Medal of Merlin.

 That’s his age... Dean Sacia frowned.

Kyle is too young, less than twelve years old. If he were older, even if he was just an adult, there would definitely be no problem in obtaining a second-level medal.

 But now she can only try her best to fight for it. Dean Sacia looked at Kyle and asked: "How is it, are you satisfied?"

"Of course, I'm very satisfied." Kyle smiled, "But...can I exchange the galleons for something else?"

 “Oh, what do you want to change it to?”

"Potions of equal value." Kyle blurted out: "If possible, I would like it to be made by you, any kind is fine."

This answer surprised Dean Sacia, and she subconsciously asked: "Why do you want to switch to potions?"

“Because I like potions class.” Kyle said without hesitation: “With a bottle of the master’s work by my side, I can always understand my shortcomings.”

 “Pfft…”

Beside him, Dumbledore, who was drinking black tea, suddenly choked and almost dropped the cup to the ground.

 He wiped his wet beard, "Sorry, the tea is a bit hot."

Kyle acted as if he hadn't seen it, his expression remained unchanged, and he continued: "And I am also a little selfish. The value of a potion master's work is much higher than the corresponding galleons."

"…Can."

 Dean Sacia agreed without much thought, "I will make the potions that need to be learned in the seven grades in sequence.

 But I don't know what their value is, it's probably a lot less than three thousand galleons, are you sure? "

 “Sure, sure.” Kyle nodded repeatedly.

 He also thought of exchanging Galleons for potions on a temporary basis.

 The main thing is that he doesn't lack Galleons now. Even if he has three thousand more, it will just be left to eat ashes in Gringotts.

 Might as well change to something else.

From what Dumbledore said just now, it seems that the dean's potion skills are better than Slughorn's.

The opportunity is rare. If you miss this kind of potion master's work, you will never miss it.

 After finishing the matter, several people left the tea room compartment.

The people from the Ministry of Magic are still down there, and they are still here to help. As the dean of St. Mungo's, Sacia can't just keep asking.

Furthermore, two people were injured in the werewolf's original ward on the second floor. Although they were lucky and neither of them were bitten, she still needed to go over and take a look.

When the group of people walked up the stairs to the fifth floor, Kyle saw the round-faced boy again.

He was still standing at the corner of the stairs holding the lunch box, but this time, there was someone behind him, who seemed to be his grandma judging from his age.

The other person was wearing a long dress, holding a large red handbag, and a hat with a stuffed vulture on his head.

The round-faced boy from St. Mungo's, plus the old lady wearing the vulture hat...Kyle probably knew who they were.

 “Speak, Neville!”

 After seeing Kyle and his group, Mrs. Augusta pushed the boy from behind.

The boy hurriedly put the lunch box aside, walked up to Kyle and said nervously: "Thank you, thank you for saving me...I, I was too scared just now, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I can understand." Kyle looked at him and asked, "What's your name."

 “Neville, Neville Longbottom.”

 (End of this chapter)