Perhaps, the Merlin Sir Regiment and Merlin have nothing to do with each other.

But without a doubt, it is the most prestigious award in the wizarding world of Great Britain, and almost every wizard dreams of it.

"They're going to give me a prize?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore nodded, "A second-class medal of the Order of Merlin." ”

"Level two?" Harry repeated the words.

Dumbledore nodded again.

Harry's tone was calm, "Albus, you know me, I've never paid much attention to this kind of thing, but Cornelius Fudge has a first-class medal. ”

He laughed, his expression a little sarcastic.

Dumbledore was a little helpless, he couldn't refute Harry's words.

The Merlin Order is a noble company, but it is not so high.

They have fair times, like now, and they give awards to those who contribute.

There are times when there is injustice.

As Harry said, Cornelius Fudge had a first-class medal.

The badge was given to him in recognition of his great contributions to peace in the wizarding world during his tenure, as well as his outstanding and wise policies—Dumbledore remembered very well that the entire Wizengamot was smiling when he presented Fudge with the First Class Medal.

Even the Wizengamot didn't believe Fudge's nonsense.

Since he got that first-class badge, almost everyone except for Umbridge, who flattered and powerful, questioned his "honor".

Even now, Fudge has stepped down, and calls for the abolition of Fudge's first-class medal are getting louder.

Fudge didn't work, but it wasn't a fault.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Mr. Potter was not very fond of the former minister.

Harry looked at Dumbledore.

Hermione would often bring up the Order of Merlin, and Ron would occasionally count on his fingers how many ranks he deserved to receive from the Order of Merlin.

I also know a little about the evaluation criteria for awarding medals to the Order of Merlin.

Those who have made great contributions to the wizarding world will be awarded a first-class medal - like Dumbledore's defeat of Grindelwald, the salvation of the wizarding world, or Peter Pettigrew before the truth was revealed, his contribution is not a huge contribution, but because of his sacrifice, the living will always be more tolerant of the dead, so he also received a first-class medal.

The second-class medal is awarded to an outstanding person in the industry, or to a person who has made a certain contribution to the wizarding world.

One of the more well-known recipients was the Master of Fantastic Beasts, Newt Scamander, whose second-class medal was awarded for his contributions to the study of Fantastic Beasts, i.e. Fantastic Animals, and Professor Slughorn also had one.

Professor Snape didn't have one, but when he lived to be eighty or ninety, he would get one.

With the value of this potion.

Solving the werewolf problem that has plagued the wizarding world for many years can be regarded as a great contribution to the wizarding world, and it deserves a first-class medal.

But.

Normal wizards have discrimination against werewolves, and this discrimination is far better than the discrimination of pure-bloods against ordinary people.

Protecting and respecting ordinary people is the correct perception of the wizarding world, for example, the original intention of the Merlin Sir Order was to "advocate the use of law to protect Muggles and protect their rights and interests".

But no single person, or organization, has ever said that it is "dedicated to protecting werewolves with magic".

Therefore, in the eyes of the vast majority of wizards, this potion is just a breakthrough in the potions industry, and an inconsequential and incurable disease that has plagued for a long time has been solved.

Harry picked up his teacup and took a sip, "That kind of thing doesn't mean anything to me. ”

"Help me refuse."

"I have to go to the Ministry of Magic, it's troublesome."

"And although I wrote the paper, we all knew that Professor Snape was the one who really deserved the honor."

Dumbledore nodded, not at all surprised by Harry's answer.

Ask politely yourself, and give an answer to Sir Merlin's regiment.

"So you called me over for this?" Harry looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head: "One more thing, the owner of the chocolate frog wrote to me and asked me to help inquire about whether you would like to be a card now." ”

His expression was very serious, unusually serious, much more serious than when he spoke of the Merlin Order.

Harry had a strange look in his eyes.

"Harry, you don't have a chocolate frog?" Dumbledore was surprised.

Harry shook his head, "No, look at the way you look, you seem to care about this?" ”

"Of course." Dumbledore nodded, he smiled, and whispered, "I care about two things the most. ”

"One is Hogwarts, I think even if I die, I will die at Hogwarts."

"The other thing is the chocolate frog card."

Harry spoke, "What about Grindelwald?" ”

Dumbledore's expression froze.

"I'll have to write a letter to complain." Harry teased him.

Dumbledore shook his head and didn't speak.

"Forget the card." Harry stood up and shook his head, "It's so weird to be printed on it. ”

"Really, don't you think about it?" Dumbledore continued his efforts, his voice full of bewilderment, "Chocolate Frog Card, all you need is a picture." ”

"Photograph of a Sorting Hat and a Gryffindor sword."

Harry looked back and glanced at him disdainfully, "You're so enthusiastic, I doubt the Chocolate Frog gave you a stake." ”

"I'd love to have it." Dumbledore muttered, "Their product is interesting, but the taste is average, not sweet enough, chocolate is too hard, they should adjust the recipe." ”

Harry sighed, "I should have Professor Snape come over and adjust your brain." ”

Dumbledore laughed, "Severus is now a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. ”

Harry nodded, "Maybe you'll find some undiscovered dark magic creature in your head." ”

"Harassing flies, yes?" Dumbledore smiled even more, "Oh, that way, my cards will be able to come in a new style." ”

Harry was even more disdainful and turned away.

Dumbledore sighed, sorry for it.

The Merlins were even more sorry for them, they couldn't figure out why Mr. Potter had no interest in the Medal of Honor.

But.

Harry didn't need these pompous accolades, but the Merlin Order needed Harry.

On the first day of December.

Friday dinner.

Students are enthusiastically discussing tomorrow's Quidditch match.

The gates of the castle were suddenly pushed open.

A group of wizards dressed in red walked in, with dignified and serious steps, and the wizard at the head was still holding a red box in his hand.

The students looked sideways.

"Who are they?" Someone has questions.

The group of cardinal wizards looked like they were all old, their faces full of the marks of time, but unlike the old men who had been through the vicissitudes of time, they had a smell that only Dumbledore and Slughorn would have—the kind of smell that lived in a mild environment and was so well maintained.

"It's the Wizengamot." The person next to him solved his doubts.

The famous Wizengamot.

How could they come here, they still look so solemn.

"Something happened to the Ministry of Magic again?" Ron muttered as he nibbled on lamb chops.

Harry shook his head, "I'm afraid they came for me." ”

Ron froze, biting into the flesh, staring at Harry.

Hermione reacted and said in surprise: "Is it the Order of the Order of Merlin?" ”

Harry nodded.

"But isn't that usually going to the Ministry of Magic to receive the award?" Ron muttered.

Harry put down his knife and fork and looked directly at the group of Wizengamot: "I don't like the trouble of going to the Ministry of Magic, and the ritual is very cumbersome, so I asked Professor Dumbledore to help me refuse." ”

The wizards of the Wizengamot sensed Harry's gaze and quickened their pace and walked over.

The wizard at the head placed the box in front of Harry.

"Mr. Potter, for your contribution to the wizarding world, the Order of Merlin has awarded you the Order of Honor of the Second Degree." He spoke, softly.

Harry nodded.

They didn't linger too much, they didn't exchange pleasantries, and Dumbledore had told them that Harry didn't like things that were too troublesome or too cumbersome.

After simply handing over the box, they continued to walk towards the teacher's seat.

The students of the other three houses, after seeing this group of red-robed wizards stay in front of Harry for a moment, vaguely guessed what had happened, and the Gryffindor long table, witnessed with their own eyes, and exploded the nest.

"Order of the Merlin!" Neville looked at the box and let out a small exclamation.

Hermione looked at Harry, and after he nodded, opened the box.

A four-leaf clover gold badge with a magnificent oak tree growing in the center, and a purple ribbon strung underneath the badge.

"They came and presented you with the award in person." The envy in Seamus's tone overflowed and floated on the table.

Harry shook his head, looked at the medal that Hermione was holding in his hand, and whispered, "I don't really want it. ”

"But I didn't expect them to send it in person."

The little lions held their breath and look, what was said

The wizards of the Wizengamot, envious and admired by the Gryffindors, walked up to the teacher's seat.

The wizard at the head greeted Dumbledore, turned around, waved his wand, and chanted a spell to his throat: "Magic is wonderful, wizards, like magic, are full of miracles. ”

"Hogwarts produced a very good student, and while still in school, he made a great contribution to the wizarding world."

"He solved the curse that plagued all wizards for thousands of years, and since then, the problem of werewolves has never been unsolved."

"All members of the Order of Merlin approve the award to Mr. Harry Potter on behalf of the Wizengamot, the Order of Merlin, the Order of Merlin, Second Class Medal of Honor, for his outstanding work in the field of Potions and for his outstanding contribution to peace in the wizarding world."

The students of the other three faculties were bustling.

And so it was!

They guessed right.

"Worthy of Potter!"

"Oh my God, if I can get a third-class medal in my life, I will be satisfied."

"I want to do that too."

(End of chapter)