Indeed, as Alan observed, the wizards of the Ministry of Magic were proud to receive the Order of the Order of Merlin. In fact, all wizards have a hard time resisting the temptation to receive the Order of the Order of Merlin, but members of high society and the Ministry of Magic are more concerned about it.

Although Alan is not keen on this, after all, as long as your reputation is tainted, the medal may be taken back. However, he understood why wizards in the wizarding world were so fanatical about it.

Founded in the mid-11th century by the famous medieval wizard Merlin, the Merlin Jazz Regiment is the oldest magical organization in the wizarding world. After centuries of development, the Merlin Order has become the largest organization of outstanding wizards in the wizarding world, and the only wizarding group in the entire wizarding world that is not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, and is also recognized by the Ministry of Magic as an international organization of excellent wizards. The Order of the Order of Merlin is one of the most prestigious medals in the wizarding world, and the highest honor in the wizarding world is the Order of the Order of Merlin.

For wizards who claim to be upper-class, earning a Merlin Order of Merlin is a way to show their status, while for wizards of the Ministry of Magic, earning a medal is a shining addition to their resumes and is beneficial to their future.

"Owen, we have to hurry up so we don't miss the award time. Mrs. Harris urged. But soon, she herself slowed down and dragged out the time.

Halfway down the hall there is a set of slightly larger-than-life-size golden statues standing in the center of a circular pool. The statues are of witches, witches, centaurs, goblins, etc., all carved to life. But it was not the fine statues that stopped Mrs. Harris, but the fact that, as she passed the fountain, she saw a number of silver and bronze coins glittering at the bottom of the pool. And next to the pool there is a small stained sign that reads:

All proceeds from the Magic Fountain will be donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry, which treats magical illnesses and injuries.

Mrs. Harris, a nurse at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic, knew that the hospital would need a lot of money to support it, so she didn't hesitate to pull out a large handful of bronze nats and scatter them into the pool. The same goes for Daisy. Don't ask why it's not Kingale, Mrs. Harris is clearly not that generous.

Gather sand into a tower, accumulate a lot, although there is little, the heart is heavy. There is absolutely no need to be too harsh. For ordinary people, on the premise of ensuring their own lives, having good thoughts and doing some good deeds is already very commendable.

After that, their trip went smoothly. Realizing that the time for the award was near, Mr. Harris sped up and stopped showing off his medal to everyone he knew. They passed the wand detection without a hitch, and through a few doors, they came to a smaller hall where at least twenty golden-latticed elevators worked.

They lined up in front of a grid with a smaller crowd and quickly entered the elevator. The elevator doors slammed shut and began to climb slowly, and the chain of the elevator clicked when the same female voice Alan had heard in the phone booth rang again. The female voice reported out the office of the floor one by one, and the crowd came in and out.

In the end, only Mr. Harris's family of seven people remained in the elevator, and they rose to the first floor.

"The first floor is here, the Wizard's office and back-of-house, and the small auditorium. The female voice in the phone booth gave the address without emotion.

"Here we are. Mr. Harris stepped out of the elevator first. Looking at the clear blue sky outside the window, Alan was in a trance, wasn't the Ministry of Magic underground?

"Daddy, are we back on the ground?" said Emily, but asked the question Alan wanted to ask.

"We're still underground. Those are magic windows. It's up to the Magic Repair to decide what the weather is for each day. We experienced two months of hurricane weather during the last time they asked for a raise...... Turn this way!"

They turned a corner and passed through two thick oak doors, which were quiet in contrast to the noise of the floors below. Before they knew it, their steps were lightened. Passing by the large office marked with the sign of the Logistics Office and the minister's office with the door closed, they walked to the end of the corridor, and the destination of the trip, the small auditorium, arrived.

The family straightened up again outside the door, and Mr. Harris pushed open the heavy door and strode in.

The moment they entered, several eyes fell on them. On the podium high up in the auditorium, three wizards were seated. Alan was pleasantly surprised to find that Professor Dumbledore was one of them, smiling at him.

When Allen's family sat in the first row under the guidance of a tall, lanky wizard, Allen noticed that his favorite professor, Flitwick, was also sitting in the first row, smiling and waving to him. Without hesitation, Alan walked over to Professor Flitwick and sat down.

Soon after they were seated, the tall and thin wizard came up to the podium and introduced the purpose of the gathering and the guests present. It turned out that the other two people on the podium, one of them was none other than the Minister of Magic, Fudge, and the other was the president of the Wizarding Guild, Ogilvy Scamman.

Next, Scaman once again preached the origin and status of the Order of the Order of Merlin. Alan noticed that except for his little sister Emily, his family knew this very well, but they still listened to it with relish, and Mr. Harris was even more excited, nodding his head again and again.

Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, and Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, were invited to witness the ceremony. After a tirade, I finally talked about the awards.

"I announce that six others, including Owen Harris, have been awarded the Order of Merlin, Third Class, for successfully subduing the mutant sea serpent on the beaches of Cornwall. Please come to the stage to receive the award. Chairman Ogilvy Scaman happily announced, as if he had received a medal himself.

The younger sister, Emily, was entrusted by Mrs. Harris to Professor Flitwick's temporary care. After all, she didn't contribute to the Sea Serpent, and it was normal for the third-class medal not to have her share.

Just as Ogilvy was about to give them the medal, a voice burst in, "I'm against it!"

Alan fixed his eyes on it, it was Mr. Malfoy, his platinum-blond hair neatly combed back and strode in.

"Mr. Malfoy, I don't know what you're trying against?" Ogilvy asked curiously.

"What credit would a young wizard who has just finished his first year at Hogwarts have in fighting the Sea Serpent?"