69novels Chapter 190 Merlin Medal (for subscription)
Chapter 190 Merlin Medal (for subscription)
Chapter 190 Merlin Medal (for subscription)
"Good morning, Dumbledore." Ash greeted the old man with the white beard on the other side of the corridor. They hadn't seen each other since the holiday.
"Well, good morning, Ash." Dumbledore nodded: "You are the protagonist today." He said, and he handed Ash a honey zip candy.
"What will be the specific process?" Ash asked after taking the candy.
"The Wizengamot Council will announce your achievements first, and then there will be a small speech, which I will host." Dumbledore continued after a pause: "Then there will be an award ceremony and you will be invited to join Sir Merlin."
"By the way, Ash." Dumbledore suddenly remembered something, and he said, "I have submitted your idea to the school board."
"The board of trustees said they need to discuss it for a week."
"At least they didn't refuse." Ash, who had already discussed with Lucius, naturally wouldn't worry about this matter. Ash wrote to him early this morning to tell him that he had completed the mission last night.
Dumbledore nodded. At this moment, an older witch came over. She looked at Ash slowly, and then said slowly, "Good morning, Mr. Embers."
"This is Ms. Burns." Dumbledore introduced: "The Director of the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic."
"Good morning, Ms. Burns." Ash nodded. Since he got to know the Ministry of Magic, he has paid less attention to this organization. The inefficient administrative ability of the Ministry of Magic impressed him deeply.
"Mr. Embers is really young. It's been a long time since such a young wizard won the Medal of Merlin." Burns said slowly, like a serious old man, her words were full of solemnity.
Ash hadn't spoken yet, another wizard who came said, "Mr. Lockhart actually got it earlier."
"Barty Crouch." The visitor said slowly. He looked very old, the wrinkles on his face were all twisted together, and he spoke in a cadence. The mustache on his lips moved, looking a bit funny.
"I've heard about Mr. Embers for a long time." He said slowly, and his words made Burns stare at him, but Dumbledore looked at him with a smile.
"You once killed your friend, not everyone has such determination." Crouch said and patted Ash on the shoulder, but it seemed that he didn't like Ash very much.
"At the very least, he's a Death Eater." Ash said slowly, he didn't particularly like this deliberately old man, and this old man was not kind.
"Hmph." Crouch snorted coldly, and didn't say anything more. Ash's words seemed to have touched his sore spot, and he walked slowly into the banquet hall.
"That's how he is." Burns said slowly: "It's a bit mean, but he is a good wizard."
"He is a righteous Auror who treats Death Eaters equally, even his son." Dumbledore nodded as he said, "There is a lot of pressure on his shoulders."
Speaking of this, Dumbledore patted Ash on the shoulder, "Come on, Ash, we should go in, they are all waiting for us."
After all, Dumbledore and Burns walked in front and pushed open the heavy wooden door of the banquet hall. As Dumbledore entered, the people in the banquet hall more or less waved to him.
After all, Dumbledore is the most prestigious person in the wizarding world today.
There were quite a few people in the banquet hall. Apart from the members of the Wizengamot, there were quite a few reporters. The sharp-eyed Ash saw Skeeter hiding in the crowd at a glance. She seemed to be hiding in the crowd. Hope Ash sees her.
Ash nodded, then walked straight towards her.
"Good morning, Ms. Skeeter." Ash said gently, but his words made Skeeter lower his head timidly.
"Morning, good morning, Mr. Embers..." She was still very afraid of Ash, especially after experiencing pain and suffering, she sometimes regretted late at night, regretting that she did not understand the specific situation of this professor.
Skeeter pushed his big eyes, and unconsciously grabbed his crocodile bag, "I, I know what you mean..." She said slowly, even though Ash didn't say anything to her at all.
Ash nodded in satisfaction, and then left. He was just here to frighten the reporter, lest she start floating again.
With a crisp ringing of the bell, the wizards in the hall fell silent, and Dumbledore and other members of the Wizengamot had already sat on the high platform without knowing when.
"Today, the recipient of the Merlin Medal Third Class is the Hogwarts professor of the history of magic, a graduate of Ilvermorny, a hero who stopped Death Eaters and dark wizards twice, and selflessly used the Ravenclaw magic he discovered. The relics are donated to Mr. Ash Embers of the European Association for the History of Magic." Dumbledore slowly said the long list of prefixes.
"The Sir Merlin Order was established by Merlin, with the purpose of absorbing and honoring all wizards who have contributed to the development of the magic world."
"Mr Embers has been commended by the Wizengamot Council for his selflessness, loyalty, justice, and bravery."
"Therefore, after the ruling of the Wizengamot Wizarding Council, we believe that Professor Ash Embers can receive a Medal of Merlin Third Class and officially join the Order of Merlin." Dumbledore said this, looking towards the station Ash in the middle of the banquet hall nodded.
"Praise Merlin." Dumbledore used this sentence as his last speech, and the guests and other wizards in the audience also said with dignity: "Praise Merlin."
So, Dumbledore slowly walked down from the high platform, the w logo on his chest was shining brightly, and at the same time, he was holding a lavender knight medal with three shining stars engraved on it .
"Congratulations, Ash." As he put the medal on Ash's chest, the media's cameras immediately flashed one after another.
The crackling sound kept coming to my ears.
Ash didn't say much. He looked at the medal on his chest and shook his head. To be honest, the value of this thing was almost nothing to him.
He is not the kind of person who desires power, nor is he the kind of person who cares about praise. Maybe he once cared about it, but when a person is dead, does he still care about these useless things? .
Looking at the smiling and applauding wizards around him, looking at those old men and young men with gentle faces, Ash couldn't help thinking of Biheim, his second hometown.
As Hagrid said, Hogwarts is his home, so for him, Biheim should also be his home, right?
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(End of this chapter)