Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 159: First Class Medal of Sir Merlin?

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Harley finally finished the article the day before her birthday, and the format was all correct.

A complete potions paper should include the core elements of the paper, the process of improving potions, the potion principles based on it, the data generated when the experiment failed, and the theoretical analysis of the improvement steps...

Although a lot of content in it involves the potion master's special skills, the Association of Extraordinary Pharmacists also allows the potion master to have reservations when reviewing the paper.

But you should at least write part of it. If you don’t say anything, how can you show the professionalism of the article?

This was very painful for Harry. She spent a lot of effort in the past two days to make the article meet Professor Slughorn's requirements.

Harley fell backwards, limp on the bed.

Hedwig was standing by the table, looking at her with a resentful expression.

In the past two days, Hedwig had traveled between Harry and Professor Slughorn and Snape several times.

Owls have no human rights, right?

Harry quickly straightened up, sealed the article, and put it into a small bag with a traceless stretching spell on Hedwig's feet, and then rubbed Hedwig's little head:

"Hedwig, please make another trip and send it to Professor Slughorn this time.

But I promise this is the last time. I will give you a short vacation next, and I will brew some semi-finished hydrosols and essential oils for you. "

Hedwig gave her a weak look, nuzzled Harry's hand obediently, and then flew out of the window.

Watching Hedwig disappear, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Speaking of which, it took her two hours to write the paper and then two days to revise the format. It was really painful!

Fortunately, everything is over now, and Professor Slughorn will help Harry send the article out.

"Speaking of which, today is my birthday?" Harley lay on the bed and recalled the date.

"No, it's not today, it should be tomorrow. Time flies so fast! It's been two years since I came back in the blink of an eye."

After taking a short rest, Harley went to the restaurant downstairs to enjoy lunch.

As soon as she sat down at the table, she felt a strange atmosphere.

Uncle Vernon had a cold face, and although Aunt Petunia had no expression on her face, there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

Only Dudley seemed not to notice anything and was still chewing on the chicken on the plate in front of him.

After a holiday, he was fatter than last year.

Although Dudley was ordered to lose weight because he messed up an important order from Uncle Vernon.

But Aunt Petunia still felt sorry for her little Dada. As soon as Dudley started complaining, Aunt Petunia felt extremely distressed and persuaded Uncle Vernon not to be angry anymore.

Harry sat down on the table farthest away from Dudley with some disgust, and took two pieces of bacon as if no one else was watching.

Of course she noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere, but what did this have to do with herself?

If the Dursleys didn't take the initiative to ask, Harry wouldn't ask.

Halfway through lunch, Uncle Vernon coughed a few times and spoke:

"Harry! Maggie is coming to our house for a week tomorrow."

"So what?" Harley casually spread salad dressing on the slices of bread, "Does it have anything to do with me?"

"Of course it does!" Uncle Vernon slammed the table hard and whispered in a rough voice,

"We are a very decent family, and we should not be associated with such crooked ways as magic!

If others know that there is a witch living in our house, then..."

He stopped talking, and at the same time, sweat fell down his fat face.

Because Harry's hair had stretched out at some point and was floating in the air, pointing at the Dursleys.

The room fell into a deathly solid state, and even Dudley didn't dare to chew the chicken drumstick in his mouth.

"Do I dirty your eyes by living in this house?" In this silent silence, Harry finished the bread in small bites, then tilted his head and looked at Uncle Vernon.

Uncle Vernon blushed, as if he wanted to say something, but Aunt Petunia grabbed him.

"Of course not, Harry." Aunt Petunia was afraid that her husband would say anything else, so she immediately spoke first,

"It's just that your Aunt Maggie is coming to stay for a week. She was originally going to come tomorrow, but I made an excuse and she will probably come a few days later.

At the same time, I remember Lily said, didn’t wizards have some kind of... confidentiality agreement? Anyway, it is a request to protect the mystery of the magical world.

If ordinary people like Maggie, who have absolutely nothing to do with magic, knew about magic, it would definitely be very troublesome! "

"That law is called the Statute of Secrecy," Harley said lazily, "and I have to point out an error in your words.

I can completely erase Maggie's memory, which will also have the effect of keeping it secret. "

Seeing the Dursleys' expressions becoming increasingly ugly, black flames jumped out of Harry's hair again.

At this time, there was a sudden noise and the cry of an owl upstairs.

"Sorry, I'll excuse you now." Harley stood up and returned to her room.

In the room, several owls were standing on the windowsill, but they were not Hedwig.

Harley quickly took out the letters from their feet and fed them some of Hedwig's rations.

Taking advantage of the owl's snack, Harley opened the letter and read it carefully.

There was a letter from the Ministry of Magic, inviting Harry to go to the Ministry of Magic in three days to attend the ceremony to award the Order of Merlin.

According to them, Harley protected her classmates from the basilisk, single-handedly killed the basilisk and defeated the evil dark wizard, so she received the first-class medal of the Order of Merlin.

The remaining two letters were from Professor Slughorn and Professor Dumbledore. These two well-informed old men congratulated Harry on winning the Order of Merlin, First Class.

Professor Slughorn also wrote in the letter that as soon as the paper is received, Harley can prepare to apply to join the Society of Extraordinary Pharmacists.

In two days at most, Harley can successfully join the Association of Extraordinary Pharmacists.

After all, Harley's talents have been fully demonstrated in previous competitions, and everyone can see it.

Waiting until the paper was received before letting Harry join was just a formality.

"It seems that the two owls missed each other in mid-air. What a coincidence!" Harry looked through the letter and said,

"First-class medal? So generous?

It can’t really be because Potter is a pure-blood surname, and I’m still underage, so it’s probably a hidden bonus. "

She suddenly remembered something: "Forget it, let's just take this opportunity to go out for a week.

Not counting that fat pig, Aunt Petunia is my only blood relative, so I don’t want to embarrass her too much. "

Thinking of this, Harley sat down, took out a pen and started writing a reply.

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(Thanks to Nine-tailed Yanhu, Green Yangzhiwai, Invincible Little Fatty, and Kongcheng Guwan for their rewards!)