"Alright, let's present Mr. Melda."

"Mr. Melda Corris, in the last year a total of fourteen potion recipes were submitted to the Ministry of Magic, including three invented by him and eleven improved formulas."

"That's enough to be called a potions master.

But let's not forget that our current Potions Master is only twelve years old. How many inventions will he have in the future? I'm looking forward to it. ”

"For this purpose, upon application by the British Ministry of Magic, and verified by the Wizengamot, Mr. Melda is hereby awarded a Knights of Merlin, Order of Merlin, First Class."

Another first-class medal?

The little wizards below were numb.

Although the applause and cheers continued, everyone seemed to have a little more doubts in their hearts.

Why are you all in the same school, you are so good? Are we so FW?

Melda took the green medal from Mr. Tiberus Ogden, and doubts rose in her heart.

Most of those potion recipes were original to Eden's world, and he only improved them, but he only submitted two potions inventions to the Ministry of Magic, so there were fourteen copies?

And Snape was the only one who knew how to improve the potion.

Don't?

Melda hurriedly turned her head to look at Sijiao on the rostrum.

At this time, Sijiao was holding a wine glass, looking at the award ceremony for some reason, and after seeing Melda's eyes, he looked at him with a smile.

Immediately, Melda received the love from the Si Sect.

Oh! My Professor Snape, you're really just tsundere!

"Finally, let's present Ms. Hermione Granger."

Melda followed Ron's example, and after being photographed by a group of reporters while holding the medal, it was finally Hermione's turn.

Dumbledore raised his hand to calm the students' emotions, and then said: "In the riots in the Magic Street Market in the United States, Hermione Granger, with her brilliant brain, perfectly assisted Mr. Ron. ”

"In a crisis, calmness and reason are more important than anything else. Let me cheer for Hermione, whose ingenuity earned her a Knights of Merlin, Third Class, and a Thunderbird Medal from the Magical Congress of America. ”

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After listening to Dumbledore talk about his 'great achievements', Hermione was blindsided!

Unlike Ron.

In the riots in the United States, she really didn't do anything.

What assistance? What ingenuity, what are you talking about?

That Dao was taken away by someone and then found a chance to escape, is it also considered merit?

Hermione's mind was full of doubts, just as she was about to open her mouth to explain what had happened to Dumbledore.

was grabbed by Melda's arm.

Melda shook her head at Hermione, motioning for her not to speak.

Even Dumbledore looked at her and shook his head slightly.

In this way, Hermione accepted the two medals with all kinds of puzzles.

The three of them then stood side by side and took a group photo with all the Hogwarts professors.

This marked the official end of the award ceremony.

Although the ceremony is over, the dinner is not yet there, it should be said that it has just begun.

...

As the three of them stepped off the podium, they were stopped by Colin.

First-year freshman Colin, a young boy who loves and worships heroes like crazy.

Surrounded Harry with a camera all day, hoping to take a picture of Harry.

Ron: Of course they know him.

Even Melda knew that although Colin was just a cute, ungrown boy in everyone's eyes, in the future, in the Battle of Hogwarts, he was really as brave and even sacrificed as the heroes he admired.

In the end of the hero worship, he also became a hero. Become a true Gryffindor.

"Can I take a picture of you?" Colin said excitedly, holding up his camera.

"Oh! Of course, remember to shoot handsomely, I'm going to send it to my mother. Ron raised his medal with a big grin, and after posing, he tilted his head and said proudly.

"No problem. You're just handsome. Colin also understood, and held up his camera to Ron is a slam shot. One moment crouched, the next ran in the other direction, slapping Ron from head to toe anyway.

After filming Ron, the kid stared at Melda and Hermione with expectant eyes.

Originally, Hermione was reluctant to take pictures, but her hand was held by Melda, and there was no way, so she took a picture with Melda.

It's just that she doesn't want to lift her medal.

Colin didn't force it, and ran away in a hurry after the photo was done.

I guess I went to wash the photos.

The three of them were greeted by the Gryffindor Bears.

The Gryffindors, like hungry wolves seeing food, swarmed and surrounded the three of them.

They cheered and screamed. As if they were awarded medals.

"Ron! Ron!! Ron!!! ”

"Melda! Melda!! Melda !! ”

"Hermione! Hermione!! Hermione!!! ”

"Long live Gryffindin! Long live Gryffinding!! Long live Gryffind!! ”

O celebrating, throw them high and catch them, and throw them high again.

...

It took a long time for the fiery atmosphere to come to an end.

The crowd finally dispersed, and Ron was pulled to the other side by the Weasleys.

Melda sat down with Hermione Harry.

Dinner is still to be eaten.

However, after witnessing his companions win glory one by one, Harry was obviously a little disappointed, and the foursome pulled him down, which made Harry very uncomfortable.

"Happy, Harry. What a big deal. Melda had already guessed the idea by looking at Harry's little expression, and he put his arm around Harry's shoulder, his tone full of lightheartedness.

"Gaiming, I'll give you a curry stick too, you go to Tumbledown Alley and make a random shot, and you're guaranteed to get a Merlin Medal."

"I'm afraid I won't get the Azkaban Medal directly." Hermione said coldly from the side.

"What are you talking nonsense?" Melda leaned against Harry, tilted her head and said to Hermione, "Just those insects, they can be regarded as contributing to society." ”

Hermione stared at Melda silently, if she could, she would have said the words that started with F and ended with K.

And the finger between her index and ring fingers was erected.

But she held back, she still had something to ask him.

"What's the deal with the medal? What are you hiding from Headmaster Dumbledore? ”

"No, but I can guess why." Melda said indifferently as she bit the chicken leg.

"What is the reason?" Hermione asked coldly.

"You don't want to know, if it were me, I'd put the medal away without asking why."

"That's you!" Hermione, like a cat with her tail stepped on, said angrily, "I'll throw it into the school's black lake in a moment." ”