Chapter 232 Merlin Knight Order Second Class Medal

The sudden arrival of the guest immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The cheers and celebrations were much quieter, and the little wizards turned to look at those people, but they only recognized Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and had no impression of the others at all.

Even Dumbledore, who was sitting at the guest of honor, was slightly stunned.

But he quickly greeted him:

"Oh, Doug, and Connelly, Pegasus..."

Dumbledore greeted everyone one by one: "I'm so happy to see you all at Hogwarts. I always thought you would arrive tomorrow."

"It was supposed to be tomorrow..."

Doug McPhail, the old wizard walking at the front, said with a smile: “But Nico feels that this is a rare opportunity and should not only be known to a few people.

And I personally think so, after all, there has never been a little wizard who won the Order of Merlin at the age of twelve before. This is a very remarkable achievement. The child beat the minimum age record by eight years. "

"This is indeed cause for celebration," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"So we sped up a little bit and finally arrived before Hogwarts went on holiday."

McPhail smiled: "Completing the induction ceremony with everyone at Hogwarts...it must be very meaningful to that kid."

After hearing his words, the entire auditorium fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes widened. They had some guesses in their minds, but they couldn't believe it.

A twelve-year-old wizard was awarded the Order of Merlin...how is this possible!

Not far away, at the Gryffindor table, Fred glanced at George stiffly.

"Twelve years old, probably in the second grade."

“…Maybe it’s the first grade.

There was something wrong with George's expression: "Maybe it's Harry. Everyone knows that he defeated the mysterious man, and it doesn't matter if he gets a Merlin Order of Merlin medal."

"But... Harry's birthday is in July, which means he is still eleven years old."

At this time, George was speechless.

A name suddenly popped into his mind, and he believed Fred should be the same.

"No way……"

"Could it be..."

The two looked at each other and looked in the direction of the Hufflepuff table.

At this time, McPhail, who had come from afar, stopped exchanging pleasantries:

"Then let's start quickly Dumbledore, the youngest member of the Order of Merlin...I can't wait, and don't keep the children waiting."

"Of course, no problem, but are you still going to host the ceremony this time?"

McPhail shook his head, "Of course not, we have more suitable candidates."

After hearing his words, Cornelius Fudge subconsciously cleared his throat and took a small step forward, as if he wanted to take over the job.

But McPhail continued as if he hadn't seen him: "Since we are in Hogwarts, you must be here, Albus.

And this is your job as the Chief Magician of the Wizengamot, you can't keep pushing it on me... Remember, I've been retired for a long time. "

"But you're better at the job than I am, Doug."

Dumbledore smiled, then turned and walked towards the guest of honor.

"Today is such a happy day." He said loudly: "Let me introduce these distinguished guests to you..."

"Doug McPhail, a wise and steady wise man, led the Ministry of Magic through a pleasant period of tranquility at a time when the Muggle Parliament was experiencing apparent turmoil."

McPhail waved hello to everyone.

There was a burst of warm applause in the auditorium.

"I know him." Hermione said with some excitement: "Remember, we saw him when we were looking for Nicolas Flamel.

Doug MacPhail, who served as Minister of Magic in 1858, is also one of the most trusted ministers. "

"1858?!"

Ron said in disbelief: "Then he is over a hundred years old now!"

"133 years old," Harry whispered.

"You two..." Hermione frowned, "It should be said that he is at least 133 years old. He can't be the Minister of Magic since he was born."

"He's really alive..." Ron muttered softly: "I mean, he doesn't have the elixir of life, does he?"

On the stage, Dumbledore had already begun to introduce the next person.

"And our Minister for Magic, Mr. Cornelius Fudge..."

Fudge took off his hat and smiled kindly.

There was another burst of applause from below, especially from the Slytherin side, who clapped their hands with great excitement.

"And Pegasus Sacia, the director of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, a respected master of potions..."

"Newt Scamander, the famous magizoologist and author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them..."

When Dumbledore introduced those people on the stage, Kyle's eyes were always on the last two people.

Those were his parents, Chris and Diane.

It's just that Diana wears a wide black hood to hide herself very tightly.

And for some reason, her presence was also very low. If it weren't for the fact that she was standing next to Chris, Kyle probably wouldn't have noticed her.

It felt like a Muggle banishing spell...

Just thinking about it, Kyle suddenly felt something strange in his palm. He looked down subconsciously and found that there were a few small words on his hand...

"Don't look around, mission!"

The corner of Kyle's mouth twitched.

Obviously, his mother probably asked for leave during the mission, but because of the special nature of the Department of Mysteries, she had to hide herself.

After being reminded, Kyle nodded lightly and didn't look at them again.

It was enough to know that his parents were there.

Such an important thing, if they were not involved, Kyle always felt that something was missing.

"Kyle, why are you laughing so happily."

Cedric looked at him puzzledly, and then seemed to think of something:

"Wait. Could this Order of Merlin be for you?"

Like George, he thought it was for Harry Potter.

Kyle spread his hands and didn't say anything, but Cedric's expression became more and more surprised.

And there was a little dullness in the surprise.

Soon, Dumbledore introduced the last person.

The inventor of the wolfsbane potion, Damocles Belby.

Except for Fudge, the other four were all recipients of the Order of Merlin, some first-class and some second-class.

As for Chris and Diana... they had already found a seat near the door and sat down.

And Dumbledore seemed to have noticed something, so he didn't mention the two.

"Perhaps you will find it strange and wonder why these long-established wizards came to Hogwarts..."

Dumbledore stood in front of the guest of honor and said in a clear and loud voice: "It's very simple... They came here to award a student the Order of Merlin."

After getting Dumbledore's affirmative answer, there was an uproar from the audience.

Everyone was guessing who it was... and the one mentioned the most was Harry Potter.

"Harry, is it really you?" Ron said excitedly.

"Impossible." Harry shook his head. "I've never heard of it, and I'm not even twelve years old, you know that."

"I know, but who else could it be besides you... Don't forget that you defeated You-Know-Who and saved the wizarding world." Ron said, "Maybe they just got your age wrong."

Harry frowned, he still felt something was wrong.

If it was really because of Voldemort, why did they wait until today to present the award, and why did they let him live in the Dursleys' house for eleven years.

If Hagrid hadn't taken him away from that seaside cottage, he might not have known that there was a place called Hogwarts until now.

The hall was in a mess, and the noise was endless... Everyone was arguing about who the winner was.

But soon, Dumbledore told them the answer.

"Kyle Chopper!" he shouted.

The hall was like a pause button was pressed, and it became quiet in an instant. They subconsciously looked at the location of the Hufflepuff dining table and Kyle standing there.

"Come here, kid." Dumbledore said gently.

Kyle walked over.

Dumbledore said solemnly: "At St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, you successfully subdued an out-of-control werewolf and saved the lives of 57 injured patients on an entire floor.

In recognition of your heroic and fearless behavior at the time, I, Albus Dumbledore, on behalf of the International Confederation of Wizards, the Order of Merlin, the Wizengamot, and the magic community, award you the Order of Merlin, Second Class Medal!"