Chapter 186 Honors

"Nelson Wertling Williams."

On the bottom floor of the new building of the Ministry of Magic, there is a round black hall like a colosseum - a solemn black high platform is located in the middle of the hall, surrounded by black stone high-backed chairs arranged in a circle, revealing that There was an air of cold solemnity and even inhumanity. The dome of the hall was extremely high, but it made people feel depressing. A complicated scale-shaped rune was located on the dome, revealing a golden light that symbolized authority. Lighting task for the entire hall.

Judge Shafik was wearing a silver robe with the sun, moon and stars shining in the dark environment. He was leaning on a wooden scepter taller than himself, looking at Nelson standing opposite him, slowly Slowly pronounced his name.

"Is it me?"

"Yes."

Nelson was dressed in a pure black dress robe and nodded slightly. There was not even a single lace decoration on his body, and his entire face was hidden in the darkness under the light source.

"Honor must never be abandoned or forgotten, even when our war is over."

Judge Shafik waved the scepter that looked like a sapling picked up from the side of the road, and said in a vibrating voice:

"Long ago, long before you and I were born, an evil dark wizard captured and raised an army of monsters that fed on human souls, monsters that had never been seen in the world. Later people called them dementors, and there were few ways to resist them, and the wizards who lived in fear could only escape and die."

As he spoke, he picked up the scepter and poked it hard on the ground. A loud sound that hit the soul echoed in the whole hall. Immediately afterwards, the surroundings were filled with light, and eight-pointed star-shaped badges with dazzling silver light appeared one after another. Slowly emerging, under the light, the Wizengamot wizards who couldn't see their faces in the auditorium finally showed their figures. Judge Shafik let go of his hand, and the scepter floated by his side , he looked over the hooked nose, stared straight at Nelson, and continued:

"The first generation of the Garter Knights was born with the hope of redemption from the people. Some of them delved into magic, some organized wizards to resist and evacuate, some embarked on an endless journey to find help, and some of them chose themselves Cut off, become a ghost, and explore the secrets of the soul... Finally, with their efforts, a magic spell was developed, a magic spell representing hope born of pure positive emotions, the Patronus Charm, at first, It was born to fight the dementors, Nelson Wertning Williams, do you understand this history?"

"I see," Nelson replied.

"In that era, every wizard who mastered the Patronus Charm acted as the patron saint of the area they guarded. Every day they lived, they guarded those conservative and desperate people under the sun and moon, stars and dark clouds. You Are you willing to inherit their will and become a member of the Garter Knights?"

"I would." Nelson nodded.

"Very good." Judge Shafik said with satisfaction, "Even if the dementors have been completely domesticated by wizards, even if the Wizengamot's proposal to stop granting honors to patron saint spell users has been put on the agenda, even if this badge It may be the last badge of the Garter issued by the Wizengamot, but I still think that it is what we should do to pass on this epic history."

"I admire the deeds of the wizards of the Knights. When I heard their stories, my blood surged and my heart beat faster." Nelson recited the arranged lines loudly.

"Are you willing to inherit their career? As a user of the Patronus Charm, you have a natural mission to fight against despair!"

"I would."

"Are you willing to protect wizards in times of crisis?"

"I am willing to protect everyone who deserves protection."

Nelson said softly, and Judge Shafik frowned, but quickly calmed down. What Nelson said was different from what he said in the rehearsal, but it didn't affect the content of the sentence much.

"Would you like to help anyone who comes to you when they are harassed by dementors?"

"I will stop this type of abuse from happening."

"Would you like to be the wizard's guardian, even if the war with the dementors is over?"

"I am willing to protect humans."

"Very good!" Judge Shafik pursed his lips. Starting from the question and answer, every word Nelson said was different from what he said during the rehearsal. If there were no omissions, I ignored it and said, "Then, tell me."

"Life gave me the courage to live."

Judge Shafiq closed his eyes and read the oath in a strange dialect.

"Life gave me the courage to live."

Nelson also closed his eyes, and did not imitate Judge Shafiq's strange accent, but just followed it up.

"Wash the fearful hearts of the lambs with love."

The surrounding luminous badges are arranged neatly, spinning rapidly around the hall.

"Wash the fearful hearts of the lambs with love."

The glaring silver light subsided, turning into a pleasing silver glow.

"I will use my magic power to turn into a silver god."

Judge Shafiq opened his eyes, grabbed the scepter, and pointed to the top of his head.

"I will use my magic power to turn into a silver god."

Silver animals floated around, the small ones were mice, badger cats, big ones were tigers, lions, no matter how big or small, they all made a gesture of pounce on an invisible enemy.

"Come and sweep away the despair in the world."

"Come and sweep away the despair in the world!"

After saying the last sentence, Nelson opened his eyes, and saw Judge Shafik walking forward slowly, holding a staff in one hand and holding up with the other, a badge with a blue border and a white background with a bright red cross drawn in the middle floating above him In Nelson's hand, the outer side of the badge is shaped like a sword and feathers to form an octagonal star-shaped lace. The judge let go of the scepter, letting it hang on one side, and lifted one side of the collar, and an identical medal appeared in Nelson's sight .

"Call God for protection."

He pulled out his wand and whispered a spell. A silver lizard with an umbrella-shaped collar jumped out from the tip of the wand, crawled down his arm and onto his shoulder. After casting the spell, Judge Shafik tapped Nelson lightly. He nodded and said, "Now, on behalf of the Wizengamot, I would like to award you the Guardian of the Garter Medal."

"Call God for protection."

Nelson raised his head, pulled out his wand, and pointed at the sky vigorously. A silver light that was too fast to be seen rushed to the dome, and then swooped down quickly. A silver falcon with a wingspan of nearly two meters hovered in front of him. , called twice softly, as if expressing dissatisfaction that it was called out without any enemies, then it raised its head, rushed to the sky, let out a clear cry of brutality, and then disappeared.

"Hmm." Judge Shafik looked at the disappearing silver falcon and nodded. He finally got to see the true face of Nelson's patron saint, Lushan, and said, "Stretch out your wand."

Nelson held up the wand that Tom had given him, and Judge Shafik held up the badge and pushed it lightly. The sword-like decoration around the badge suddenly extended to both sides and floated towards the wand. Shaking, he quickly regained his composure, allowing the badge to hang around him like an iron ring. Nelson took back his wand, and there was a silver band around the handle, and in the middle was the red cross badge on a white background. Judge Shafik explained: "This badge has done a lot in the past, and it has the effect of enhancing emotional magic. The predecessors of the Knights thought that this war would last for a long time, but they underestimated their ability."

"Thank you." Nelson lowered his head, allowing Judge Shafik to raise his wand and tap on his shoulder.

An hour ago, during the rehearsal, Nelson asked Judge Shafik whether he should kneel to the Queen or make a similar gesture when he was awarded the honor. Judge Shafik rejected his idea.

"You may think differently about the honors awarded by wizards and Muggles, not to mention that the queen is only the queen of Muggles. The only thing similar to Muggles is the Order of Merlin. The Order of Merlin needs to kneel down, but the Knights of the Garter It's just the opposite—if I didn't have the Guardian Medal, I would have to kneel to you when I was awarded the honor, after all, in that era, the wizards in the Knights of the Garter were real heroes, and they deserved any courtesy."

"Do you need to kneel?"

"No, I will also have a Patronus Charm."

Back at the award ceremony, Judge Shafik put away his wand, and the shiny silver frizard disappeared. He looked into Nelson's eyes and said softly, "Remember the inscription on the medal, Williams , Shame on those who harbor evil thoughts.”

"I understand, those who have evil thoughts will be ashamed." Nelson nodded, indicating that he understood.

"The environment in which a person grows does not determine what kind of person he becomes. Even if he is with a dark wizard who is full of evil, a true hero will stick to his heart and even save the world."

Judge Shafiq also uttered a line that did not exist in the rehearsal.

Nelson's pupils shrank. The fact that he lived and studied under Nurmengard's network for many years is not a secret at all, especially for a behemoth like the Wizengamot whose influence surpasses the Ministry of Magic. Not even panties left.

He has been waiting for someone to come to him for this matter. At first, Nelson thought that the strange wizard he met in Hangleton was someone sent by the Ministry of Magic to warn him, but now he realized that the person who did this It turned out to be Judge Shafiq himself.

"I am convinced, my lord, that a man is what he is by what he wants to be."

In terms of general principles, Nelson thought that he would not lose to anyone. He raised his head without fear, and met Judge Shafik's eyes.

The old wizard who has been in charge of the law for many years looked at Nelson, turned his eyes away, and seemed to see something that was difficult to see directly. Nelson confirmed in his heart that this wizard, who always seemed to have an extremely ambiguous attitude towards him, must have something deeper with him Although Dumbledore claims that the people who have personally witnessed the betrayal of Mergan and Elizabeth are all dead, but at Judge Shafik's age, he may be a witness to the story of the previous generation , he knows absolutely a lot of things.

"I hope you can remember this sentence."

Judge Shafik raised his scepter, and with a bang, several huge braziers above his head suddenly lit up, and the whole hall lit up instantly, and the figures and faces of the members of the Wizengamot also became clear , Looking around, he was facing Dumbledore's preoccupied face. His hair color and youthful face were very conspicuous among the old wizards and witches around him. Noticing Nelson's gaze, Dumbledore smiled at him, nodded.

"You can go, Williams." Judge Shafik said, "Members of the Knights of the Garter have the right to attend any trial and meeting of the Wizengamot. Blanket meeting, but I think you may not be very interested in these old-fashioned topics."

"Your Honor, I will come to attend when I have time." Nelson nodded, and walked from the stairs next to the high platform to the aisle leaving the hall, where Tom was waiting for him.

"Phew, that's cool, I'll make one for myself if I have the chance!"

Entering the aisle, Tom immediately greeted him with a water glass.

Nelson pulled out his wand and tapped his sleeves lightly. The pure black dress on his body rolled up and quickly turned into a windbreaker with many pockets sewn into it for easy movement. To the cool metal badge on the handle.

A stabbing pain suddenly hit his temple, Nelson's eyes went dark, he paused for a moment, recovered, he frowned, this feeling, something triggered his passive defense of Occlumency.

He raised his wand, brought the emblem up to his eyes, and examined it carefully.

"What's the matter?" Tom asked.

"Nothing." Nelson said, pulled out another wand from his pocket, pointed at the wand in his hand, and said softly, "The prototype is here."

Nothing happened.

"Is there something wrong with the badge that the old thing gave you?" Tom raised his eyebrows, his tone becoming sharp.

"Probably not, this kind of magic item full of positive emotional energy can't cast malicious magic on it." Nelson frowned, trying to pull the silver hoop off the wand. Manually and magic were useless, so he had to give up.

"What's the situation?" Tom suggested. "If you put away this wand and use your own, I think it will be easier to perform magic with the first wand."

"Actually, I didn't feel comfortable with that wand at all. It was no different from other wands. I once suspected that Ollivander had sold me the wrong one." Nelson raised the wand with the badge on it, put it to his ear, and whispered Said, "Let me see... what do you want to say?"

"Be careful of Hai Erbo... stay away from Hai Erbo... kill him! Kill Hai Erbo!"

A faint voice came to Nelson's ears. It became agitated from the initial weakness, and its tone became stronger. It seemed to realize that Nelson was listening to him, and the badge let out a sharp cry:

"Kill him, kill them, it's over, kill them, it's over!"

After saying this, it let out a scream, and the badge suddenly dimmed a lot, like a real ordinary magic item.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Nelson's playful expression, Tom asked curiously.

"Didn't you hear?" Nelson asked back. Seeing Tom nodded, he rubbed his chin and said, "My 'faithful servant' seems to have many interesting things to hide from me."