Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

Just the upper and lower eyelids greeted each other cordially, and the Thursday in the middle was skipped.

Early on Friday morning, Professor Sprout, the good headmaster of Hufflepuff, stopped Soul at the door as he was about to step into the greenhouse.

"Dumbledore hopes that you will go to his office now, and you will not have to attend the herbal medicine class in the morning." Professor Sprout's face was red, his eyes were bent in a smile, and he saw Soul standing still.

She raised her hand and pushed Soul's shoulder gently.

"Go ahead, don't keep the principal waiting."

"Hufflepuff is proud of you."

Soul returned to the castle with a confused look on his face. When he stepped onto the turbulent stairs, he suddenly realized. When he met with Professor Snape on Wednesday, the first words Snape said...

Order of Merlin, [-]rd degree?

By the way, today is Friday, and the Daily Prophet mentioned that the trial of Peter Pettigrew will be held today...

Could it be that the Ministry of Magic plans to award himself a medal at today's trial?

Why award the Order of Merlin to a third-year student who is still studying in school?What's the plan?

As a student, even if he contributed so much to the Blake incident, there is no need to give himself a share of the credit, it is still the first credit.

Then it must be Fudge.What do you want in yourself.

Surdo can't help but think that it is mainly because of the common understanding that people who play politics have a bad heart, and politicians will not waste their efforts on things that are not profitable.

If it is just a simple reward based on merit, that would be too naive.

While he was thinking, Suer didn't notice that the stairs quietly turned in one direction. When he reacted, he was back on the first floor of the castle.

Oh shit, I have to climb the stairs again...

The minute hand quietly slid half a circle, and the air was slightly distorted in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic in London. A formally dressed wizard with white hair and a long beard appeared in the open space in front of the Magic Brothers Fountain, followed by a handsome little wizard.

It was Sur who clambered up to the eighth floor of the castle again.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore."

Most of the wizards coming and going chose to bow down and say hello to the wizard who had his beard tied up with a rubber band and dressed very neatly.

Soul was not surprised by this. Today, 70.00% of the people in the Ministry of Magic graduated from the time when Dumbledore was the principal of Hogwarts.

There are also 30.00% who also graduated from Hogwarts, but they are older.

"Here you are, Professor Dumbledore." Suer followed Dumbledore to the elevator hall, and a witch greeted him respectfully.

"Long time no see, Mace." Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is..." The witch named Mace cast her gaze at Soul behind Dumbledore and asked curiously.

"Yes, let me introduce you, Soul." Dumbledore said with a smile, "Ms. Mace Bagshot, like you, is a Hufflepuff, a very outstanding student, who received the Very good results.”

"Now Amelia's assistant."

"Hello, senior sister." Suer greeted respectfully quickly.

"You're welcome, junior, Ms. Bones has praised you many times in front of me." Mace winked mischievously, "You are the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history, and I should show my respect to you. "

Soul couldn't help scratching his head and asked a question that he had been curious about since just now, "Is the Order of Merlin very powerful?"

No matter in the past life or in this life, no one has told Su Er what the use of this medal is. In other words, Su Er simply thinks that it is just a symbol, an honor, a metal plate, something similar to a three-good student certificate. .

He had no idea how much gold content there was in this medal.

"More than impressive." Mace sighed, "Let's set off first. The trial will begin soon. I'll introduce you to him on the way."

Mace led Dumbledore and Soul through the elevator hall, opened a door at the end and walked into a corridor.

This is a dark corridor illuminated by burning torches on both sides, with an arc that slopes downward.

"The Medal of Merlin is mainly awarded as a reward to outstanding wizards who have made contributions to the magic world. This is the highest honor in the magic world, and there is no one." Mace said while looking at Sur with envy.

"As far as I know, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin is still a 17-year-old young man named...Tom? But now, this record is about to be broken."

"The Order of Merlin is an honor that almost every wizard dreams of obtaining. It represents social status. It is no exaggeration to say that every wizard must pay respects when seeing recipients of the Order of Merlin. Of course, these people must Exclude those who have already received medals.”

"For example, Professor Dumbledore is a recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class."

Dumbledore noticed Soul's gaze, curled the corners of his mouth, blinked, and raised his beard, feeling a little proud, but did not make a sound.

Mays continues to explain.

"There is also a practical benefit. In order to encourage wizards to contribute to the magical world, the Order of Merlin and the Wizengamot jointly provide medal recipients with an annual reward of 100 galleons. This is a fixed bonus. Of course, this is the third level. The benefits you can enjoy with the medal.”

"In addition, as soon as you graduate, you can join the Ministry of Magic and get an iron job." The more Mace said, the more envious he became. "There is no need for any entry examination. As long as you graduate and come to the Ministry of Magic, you can immediately get a job." Arrange a position for you."

"If I can get a medal, my great-aunt will be proud of me." Metz said with admiration in his eyes.

"Even if you don't get the medal, Ms. Bagshot is still proud of you, Mace." Dumbledore shook his head with a smile.

At this moment, the three of them turned a corner, and suddenly they saw a hall with black as the main tone. The pillars used to support the ceiling were engraved with strings of words. Suer silently said I read a few words---These are all legal provisions.

In addition, there are twelve portals distributed on the walls of the hall, also with solemn black as the main tone.

A solemn and solemn aura that belongs to the law rushes towards the face. The air here seems to be cold, even though there are strong burning flames on all the pillars.

When Mace brought Dumbledore and Soul here, her expression became serious. She led them to the third door without looking away, put her hand on the brass door handle, and looked back. Two people.

"The third courtroom is here. Please come in, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Bones."