Chapter 187 186: Merlin Medal! Harry is abnormal!
Hogwarts was filled with lively vitality.
The morning light penetrated the illusory scene on the dome of the auditorium, and shattered into sparkling spots on the silver-plated dining plate on the long table. Ian absent-mindedly fiddled with the fried eggs on the dining plate with the tip of his fork.
Before.
The milky white crystal ball dropped from Malfoy's "bad acting" was shining with ripples in the palm of his other hand, like a small light bulb, which reflected the tablecloth of the dining table with a faint spider-web-like pattern. .
"Have you seen this type of crystal ball?" Ian shook the crystal ball in his hand and asked his two roommates in confusion.
Perhaps his strength is several dimensions higher than his two roommates, but the things he can learn in his mind in a year are limited, and some things may be understood better than him in some things.
Especially William.
This guy's family is rich in background.
"My mother may know that I can only be sure that it is not a natural crystal for divination." Michael rarely did not compete for food. He leaned closer and observed for a long time and responded with a firm tone.
"It should not be worth it."
He also made a comment at the end.
"You can tell whether it's worth it or not?"
Ian raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"You have to believe in our black talents." Michael smiled and actually played his own racial meme. He continued to speak in a reasonable tone.
"And if you learn about historical statistics, you will find that the probability of a prophet among black people is higher than that of white people. It can be said that we are born close to this course of pretending to be a god."
It can be seen that Xiao Hei has no good feelings for divination. He took the worst exam in this course since the end of the last semester, and like Ian, he is the kind who lacks talent.
certainly.
Ian can still get full marks by cheat sheets, but the honest little black brother is completely different. He failed to get all the best results, which is indeed not acceptable to students of Ravenclaw. The Buddhist Michael actually cared about this, so it is reasonable that he had bias against divination-related things.
"You're right, Michael, divination is a course to pretend to be a fool." Ian agreed with Brother Xiao Hei's point of view, but he did not comment on the probability learning issue that Brother Xiao Hei said.
This is a person who likes to watch American blockbusters. God knows whether the data he mentioned has been polluted by Hollywood. In recent years, the scenes involving some special characters have begun to be correct.
"I think this is like a memory ball, but... it's different." William studied it with his face for a long time before speaking in a confused tone.
"Uh, I think I still know what a memory ball is, it's completely different." The crystal ball in Ian's hand continued to emit a faint fluorescence in the oily aroma of fried bacon.
He rarely encounters difficulties in alchemy.
"Where did you get this thing? Did you turn over the alley?" William guessed. He was so curious because Ian told them the story of turning over the alley last night.
"It's actually Mr. Malfoy's gift." Ian looked up at the long table in the direction of Slytherin. The platinum head did not appear at the breakfast scene today.
I don’t know if I’m hiding from the little wizard.
Even Mr. Savior is not here. Aurora might have thought Ian was looking at her, so she raised her hand and said hello, and Ian also smiled faintly.
"Ah?"
After hearing Ian's words, Michael's fork fell on the porcelain plate.
"The only son of the Malfoy family?"
He also looked at the direction of Slytherin's long table, then lowered his throat and said to Ian, "This guy's ancestors have never produced any good people."
"His parents are also Death Eaters, who are seriously bad at heart." As he spoke, Michael's tone was filled with resentment and gritting teeth.
"Malfoy will definitely not be kind to give you a gift!"
He made a decisive judgment.
William also agreed immediately, "I also think Malfoy must want to challenge you. This may be a bomb, or it may be some kind of evil black magic prop that will slowly absorb your magic power."
Among the green-haired boys' tutors, Voldemort is a terrorist, and he naturally feels that following a group of terrorists is also an evil person with abnormal brains.
"I don't think he doesn't have the courage." Ian smiled softly in recalling Malfoy's timid expression. If it was a challenge or a plot, he might find it interesting.
"The people in the Malfoy family are bad, but their family has never had a fool." Ian put the cold fried egg into his mouth with a fork, and the fried egg broke instantly after he took a bite.
A bitter and spicy chili sauce emerged from the cracked skin.
"Ahem~"
The unprepared little wizard was choked and coughed violently for several consecutive times before he recovered. He spitted all the fried eggs mixed with chili oil in his mouth onto the plate.
"What the hell is this!"
He had been immersed in studying the superpowers of the crystal ball just now and looked around the classmates who were also hard to describe. He seemed to finally understand why Michael suddenly became gentle when he ate.
Take a look.
Several lobster-shaped dumplings waving tongs.
A young wizard who was admitted to school this year screamed.
There was also a blueberry jam that was filled with the cold glass cup not far away, and a girl's scalp frosted with frosted blueberry jam was probably frozen when the lion came.
The smoked salmon fillet closest to this glass cup was frozen and waltzed.
"The house elves obviously have new ideas..." Ian was quite guilty about this scene because he often encouraged the house elves to innovate more.
I was still pretty good at the dinner yesterday. I didn’t expect that these house elves would let themselves go today. I don’t know if I wanted the little wizard to see the results of their holiday.
The clever William had already put down his tableware.
"I might write a letter to help you ask my family." He took out a magic camera that Ian gave and pointed it at Ian's crystal ball and took several photos in a row.
Ian didn't stop it.
But he didn't think this was a good idea.
"It seems that you still have to wait for lunch and ask Professor Nick Lemay." Ian tried to inject some magic into the crystal ball.
But this just made the light of the crystal ball bigger.
Just when he stopped trying.
"Puchi~Puchi~"
The auditorium was suddenly filled with the sound of flapping its wings.
Hundreds of owls swooped down through the rain curtain of the magic dome.
"Oh! No!"
Michael finally picked out the only delicious red date bread, and he felt that it was smashed into a gray package, and he shouted desperately.
William hurriedly protected his oatmeal porridge.
but.
This is obviously a waste of time.
He didn't receive any package.
On the contrary, Ian felt that his situation was unlikely to receive any package, but found a snowy owl hovering over Ravenclaw's long table.
The gilded envelope held between its beak is dripping with bright red paint.
The letter was thrown down.
Ian quickly reached out to catch him, avoiding the consequences of the letter falling into the plate and being contaminated by chili oil - the house elves definitely boiled the chili oil.
"This envelope is really gilded."
Ian turned the letter in his hand with great interest.
Next to him. William just widened his eyes.
"Oh! Oh my God! This is a letter from the Knights of Merlin!" His voice was loud, even overwhelming the noisy sounds around, so many people heard his exclamation. In an instant, the entire auditorium became quiet and everyone's eyes were all aimed at Ian. Then there were a burst of awesomeness.
"Merlin's beard! That's a letter from the Merlin Knights!" A little wizard widened his eyes, and the fork in his hand unconsciously fell on the dining plate, making a crisp sound.
"What did he do? He actually got the attention of the Knights of Merlin!" Another little wizard looked envious, and his words were full of curiosity and admiration for Ian.
"Did you not follow the news during the holiday?"
A senior senior began to tell the little wizard. He was obviously Ian's little fan, and there was almost no duplicate word for praise in various words.
This is definitely a hell of difficulty in the English structure.
"Oh! God! He didn't brag! Instead, he was still modest!" Hermione's mouth, after listening to someone else's vivid story, turned into an O-shaped shape.
That incredible shock was almost beyond words.
"Uh..."
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
to be honest.
Even with Ian's face, he was still staring at by a group of people and his scalp was itchy. Although he was not as embarrassed as he was, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
【Dear Mr. Ian Prince:
When the morning light brushes through the scales of the Black Lake for the third time, we are honored to inform you that the Special Review Committee of the Sir Merlin will grant you the First Class Merlin Medal by unanimous vote.
In the early spring of 1991, you faced the evil black wizard with extraordinary wisdom and fearless courage. In that thrilling contest, you successfully defeated the Black Wizard with your extraordinary magical skills and firm belief, not only saved the huge losses in the school, but also avoided possible casualties.
According to the Merlin Code award clause, this noble honor will be a high recognition of your extraordinary courage and outstanding magical talent, and will also encourage and support your heroic behavior.
The nomination was proposed by Sir Albus Dumbledore, the principal of Hogwarts.
At the same time, during the deliberation, a person who has a very important position in our jazz group also paid special attention and affirmation to your achievements. Although the specific identity of this authoritative person cannot be disclosed at this time, it can be said that his support has added a great help to your nomination.
The Medal of Merlin is not only a personal glory, but also a memory of your contribution to the magical world. I hope you can continue to uphold the spirit of justice and courage, and contribute more to the peace and prosperity of the magical world on the road ahead. In seven days we will send a special person to Hogwarts School of Magic to issue medals to you.
Head of the Knights Merlin: Richard Goshak (Head of the Knights Merlin, Vice President of the International Magic Federation, and the winner of the First-level Merlin Medal)
Be careful! 】
The content of the letter is not short.
And he also deliberately wrote about the review process.
This is slightly different from the normal process.
It's like someone is forcing Richard Goshaq to write like this.
The view is quite strange.
Ian's eyes jumped directly to the last paragraph, and a snake-shaped watermark appeared on the edge of the letter paper. As his fingertips passed, the watermark suddenly twisted the words "Careful acceptance" that formed the Rune's text.
Before he could figure out what was going on.
"Oh! Merlin is on the way! He is actually a first-class medal!"
Michael, who came over, also exclaimed extremely excitedly.
"The Prophet Daily said that only the director of the Auror office has won such an honor in the past ten years!" The veins on Michael's neck were almost bulging out.
The voice was extremely excited.
"You will definitely be recorded in history! Ian! You are not just the youngest Merlin Medal winner! You are also the first-class medal! You and Principal Dumbledore are at the same level!"
William also grabbed Ian's arm with excitement.
Both roommates could see that they were sincerely happy for Ian. Not only them, the cheers and excitement that erupted from Ravenclaw's long table simply resounded throughout the enclosed room.
Even on the long table of Gryffindor, I don’t know why several people jumped on the table to liven up the atmosphere - fortunately, Professor McGonagall, who has been supervising everyone to have breakfast, finally took action.
"I know this is something that everyone is happy about, but... please abide by the most basic etiquette of eating!" She raised her hand and bombarded the person who jumped onto the table with magic.
"Congratulations, Mr. Prince, your roommate is right. You have achieved an amazing achievement." Then, Professor McGonagall turned around and sighed at Ian in an amazement.
"Merlin's first-class medal...this is really..."
She didn't finish her words.
Her expression was a little confused and obviously had some questions that were difficult to express in public. To be honest, Ian was also shocked. He just defeated a dark wizard and actually gave him a first-level medal?
Even if the dark wizard was Voldemort... this is a little too unusual. Perhaps Dumbledore is indeed very powerful, but the little wizard thinks it has a lot to do with the "hidden person" in the letter.
"I'm quite likable?" The little wizard scratched his head and kept recalling, but he thought for a long time, but he didn't expect any connections he had in the Sir Merlin.
This time.
Ririm, who was familiar with him, also came up.
"Congratulations, you have to treat me." He seemed to hold a cup of coffee that he suspected to have brought into the auditorium, and smiled and spoke happily in front of Ian.
"Accept it! This is a great thing! Missing it is a pity!"
He seemed to be afraid that Ian would refuse, and he ate the meat floss bread while bewitching - the guy ate his own food on the entire breakfast table.
It's like I've known that breakfast won't be delicious.
"What's wrong with it like you're afraid I'll refuse?"
Ian glanced at Ririm who was pushing beside him with a weird look.
"Hehe."
Ririm smiled.
His face was very close to Ian.
Just as Ian was thinking about whether to slap himself on it.
"Ian... can I talk to you alone?" The savior Harry Potter suddenly walked in from outside the auditorium. He came to Ian with a look of anxiety and lowered his voice.
"Okay, no problem."
Ian got up and walked out with Harry Potter.
There was a little wizard behind him chattering.
However, Harry Potter did not have the heart to listen to these people's comments.
He was full of secrets he had discovered.
"I just used the toilet in the dormitory...I was a little constipated because I entered the new environment... Then, I overheard my roommate Draco Malfoy..."
Harry Potter and Ian came to the nobody's corridor. He just said something no one would want to hear at breakfast and wanted to get to the point, but his voice suddenly came to an abrupt end.
There is no other reason.
Ian felt his robe pocket hot.
After he took out the things inside.
The crystal ball that Malfoy "falls" before actually changed. The originally gentle white light actually showed an extremely strong red color at this time.
It was a red light like blood.
"Hiss~ I'm going to explode?"
Ian felt that the palm of his hand holding the crystal ball felt hot.
He approached the crystal ball with a confusing face, and the crystal ball with red light became a little darker in color, and the bright red color seemed to be dripping out.
The iconic lightning-shaped scar on Harry's face looked particularly abrupt and eye-catching under the red light, and the lightning-like scar seemed to have life.
The same color is also slightly emanating.
(This chapter ends)