This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Early in the morning,

The staff of the British Ministry of Magic came to the center of the camp that was emptied yesterday and used magic to lay the red carpet after section.

Countless solid and thick wood floated up, forming a three-story frame little by little.

As soon as the sun rose, a simple but not simple open-air auditorium was built.

The red carpet is covered with golden patterns that symbolize honor, and the wooden frame is decorated with various ornate gems to form a magnificent awarding platform.

When people wake up from their sleep, the open-air auditorium has been decorated incredibly gorgeously.

Large-scale meteorological curse turned the sky into azure blue, and the light clouds slowly floated over.

The magic projection covering the entire camp is activated, and countless lush green plants and flowers instantly cover the entire camp.

Like the sound of nature, birds singing sounded, and smiles appeared on people's faces.

The magic projection creates a strong sense of dreaminess, making people feel as if they are in a fairyland.

The high efficiency demonstrated by the British Ministry of Magic successfully fooled the International Wizards' Federation delegation that entered the field.

The hasty award ceremony can also be so shocking, and the organizational ability of the British Ministry of Magic is extraordinary.

As time goes by, more and more people walk out of the tent, and the smiles on their faces become brighter and brighter.

The haze that had invisibly shrouded over the camp seemed to have been completely dispersed, and the delegation began to shake the decision to intervene in the investigation of the attack.

Since you have the ability to eliminate public concerns and anxiety, it may be the best decision to watch for the time being.

A few minutes later, the members of Wiesengamor in dark purple robes walked into the open-air auditorium led by Dumbledore.

They are all solemn and dignified, exuding a strong aura.

Fudge behind Dumbledore looked at the International Wizards' Federation delegation with expectations on his face, and then smiled knowingly with the senior officials of the British Ministry of Magic beside them.

The stage has been built and the actors have all been in place. Now only the protagonists are left to appear. This drama for the global magic circle can officially begin.

At the same time,

Vincent, who had changed into a dress for unknown amount, was carefully looked at by Hermione in the room.

She walked around him twice, shook her head gently, "The black is too gloomy, I think a lighter color would be more suitable."

Vincent looked at the various clothes that were almost piled up on the entire bed.

These were all newly bought when I went shopping some time ago, and each piece of clothing was carefully selected by her.

Her difficulty in choosing is an old problem, but since dawn, there has been no one else now.

Vincent glanced at the magic communicator on his wrist, "We have less than 10 minutes left."

"I know." Hermione quickly found a brown vest from the pile of clothes on the bed. "Today is your big day for the British magic world, and no small details can be wrong."

Vincent glanced at the same dark purple robe as he wore it.

It's actually good to wear this one, solemn and solemn enough, which symbolizes his identity as a British teenager, and it won't be particularly conspicuous when standing with the big men in the magic world.

The white shirt and brown vest look as though it was as gloomy as before.

Hermione rummaged out of the pile of clothes and found a light gray stand-up coat.

Vincent put it on and looked at himself in the mirror speechlessly.

It's great. Standing among a group of wizards in dark outfits, he will definitely be the most dazzling cub.

Hermione's eyes were shining, and she was very satisfied with his outfit.

"Will it be too conspicuous?"

"How could it be? I think it's very suitable."

Vincent silently chose to accept it.

Hermione came to the hanger and took off the purple ribbon from the dark purple robe.

This ribbon is the second-level medal of the Merlin Order that he won the defeat of Kiro the year before, and there is a beautiful medal hanging at the end of the ribbon.

She put the ribbon through the strap on his right shoulder of the windbreaker, then pinned the medal at the end to the brown vest in his lined lined.

After all this, the two walked out of the room together.

Before he could get downstairs, there were bursts of exclamations.

The friends gathered around and began to comment on his look.

"Brother, you are so eye-catching today!"

"He is the protagonist today, of course he has to dress more handsomely."

"Tsk tsk--this outfit is much more energetic than those old men."

"That's right, they must be dressed in old-fashioned and rigid."

Hermione's vision and taste were still very good, and Vincent didn't resist anymore.

At 8 a.m., Faugi's voice rang out on time.

"Today is August 21, 1994, and we were hit by a terrible attack in the early morning of three days ago."

The people who were talking to each other stopped and turned their eyes to the projection light curtains everywhere in the camp.

Fudge was wearing a purple-red robe from Wiesengamor and stood at the front of the awarding stand with Dumbledore.

His expression was filled with sadness, "None of us wanted a tragedy, but it just happened without warning."

The sadness began to spread a little bit.

Fudge clenched his fists at this time, and his emotions suddenly became excited.

"In this critical moment, someone stepped forward and stood up!"

The image in the projection light curtain switches to outside a luxurious tent.

Fudge raised his fist high, "Welcome our hero to the stage!"

Amid countless cheers and applause, Vincent walked out of the tent with a smile.

People nearby gathered to express their gratitude to him.

The Malfoy family applauded in particular hypocritically in the tent opposite the camera.

Needless to say, Snape's eyes should be as disgusted as they are.

Although Draco didn't hide it very well, his expression was much better than his.

Vincent's eyes swept across the gratitude faces in front of him, and the smile on his mouth slowly became natural.

Having a show doesn't mean it's all fake, and some things can never be fake.

With the crowds of people, Vincent slowly walked towards the open-air auditorium in the center of the camp.

His condition was relaxed, without any stiffness at all.

Master, there is still ^.^ after this chapter.

The distance is not far, but it has been a long, long way.

He would occasionally stop and chat with people for a few simple words, and comfort those who couldn't help crying.

Such a scene full of affinity spread throughout the magic world in an instant through live broadcast.

When he approached the open-air auditorium, the people standing outside automatically gave up a passage.

"I love you, Vincent!"

Vincent looked over the sound and saw a rough man with a big waist.

He took a deep breath and walked quickly towards the open-air auditorium.

"I love you too, Vincent!"

“mua~”

It should be a witch when he heard the sound, but he didn't have the idea of ​​stopping to interact.

More and more witches confessed to him, and Hermione, who was staying outside the tent, pouted her mouth angrily.

After seeing Vincent's performance, she still felt a little dissatisfied.

Being popular is a good thing, but being too popular may not be.

Soon, Vincent walked into the open-air auditorium and stopped in front of Forge and Dumbledore.

"Thank you." Fudge hugged him, "Thank you for everything you did for us."

Dumbledore, who was standing beside him, picked up his handkerchief and wiped his slightly red eyes.

After almost the same hug, Forge let go, “In recognition of Mr. Vincent Wayne’s heroic performance in the early morning of August 18, the Wiesengamo Elderly will give him a special medal of the First Class of the Sir Merlin! ”

Dumbledore put away his handkerchief and took out an exquisite wooden box from his arms.

After opening it, there is a beautiful golden medal inside and a green belt.

Just like the second-level medal, two ribbons, one purple and one green, came from the right shoulder of the light gray coat to the right chest, and were each pinned by a beautiful medal on the brown vest lined.

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