Conquest knights from Hogwarts

Chapter 133 Awards
"It's fast, but Harry, your school uniform is a bit out of place."

Although Ron also knew that Harry probably didn't prepare a dress, it was really inappropriate to wear a school uniform to receive honors.

"Come, undress, and give me the robe."

Hearing this, Harry stiffened his neck slightly, but still quickly pulled off his robe, he was still wearing the short sleeves he had worn before.

"Crack~"

Ron slapped his hands. He has a solid foundation in Transfiguration. It is easier for Ron to learn the less complicated alchemy. The magic power directly changes the form, which can temporarily change the nature of the object, while refining is to dismantle the original material and then reassemble it, which cannot change the nature of the object.

A set of simple black dresses appeared in an instant, and the Dursleys who were watching were stunned. This magic-like thing made them keep backing away, trying to complete a three-in-one fusion transformation, but in the end they just It became a sandwich with two pieces of fatty meat and vegetable leaves.

"It's a bit more formal this way, but after all, I'm not a fashion designer, Harry, try to see if it fits you."

Holding the clothes, he went into the stair cabinet that he was very familiar with and lived in for six or seven years. After a few dozen seconds of rustling, Harry put on the black dress. It was not too much, and it was a little loose after Harry put it on. Although he was experienced in his previous life, it is still a bit inaccurate depending on the man. If Harry is Harley, there will be absolutely no problem.

"We still have 2 minutes."

Ron glanced at the clock hanging in the Dursley's living room, then nodded to Kingsley, "Then I'll trouble you."

"You're welcome."

Kingsley nodded slightly to the Aurors behind him, and then the three Aurors disapparated away with three little wizards who were late, and turned the portkey again halfway, and they came to a simple but grand stone Outside the palace gate.

Thick stone pillars stand in front of the hall, supporting the backbone of the building. In the dim starry night, this place conveys a kind of grand solemnity.

"This is the residence of the Knights of Merlin and the awarding point of the Order of Merlin." Kingsley seemed to relax, his voice changed back to the usual low and thick, giving people a sense of peace of mind.

"Thank you uncle."

"Go in quickly, Arthur is sweating profusely, and I dared to be late for the first time I met an award."

"Things happen for a reason, and things happen for a reason. I didn't do it on purpose."

Taking Hermione's hand, Ron tugged Harry, who was a little too excited for a while, and opened the door in front of him. Dozens of pairs of eyes focused on him in the brightly lit hall. here.

"Sorry everyone, we have been delayed a little due to irresistible unexpected factors, please forgive me."

Ron, whose skin was thicker than the city wall, attracted most of the eyes at the front. He saw Nicole May looking at him with a smile, and the corner of the old man's mouth contained a teasing smile.

"When you are young, everyone will encounter some unexpected moments. The award has not yet started, and I also missed the banquet."

Of course, his own teacher is protecting his shortcomings. With LeMay's opening, such a small matter is nothing at all. The gossip is spreading fast, how could the guests invited here not have a B number in their hearts?
After Fudge quickly beckoned Ron and the others to invite him to his seat, Ron smiled apologetically, and then took Harry and Hermione to sit beside his mother around the corner.

How can the Minister of Magic be as important as his own mother?

Just as Fred and George often hid behind Ginny after teasing Ron, and then kept feeding her sweets, Ron didn't hesitate to face the slightly angry Mrs. Weasley Leave the seat closest to her to Hermione.

"We forgot the time when we went out to play, sorry mom."

"Okay, I see. When I was in school with your father, I often forgot the time. The fat lady almost refused to open the door for us."

The anger in Mrs. Weasley's eyebrows and eyes dissipated in an instant. She forgave Ron for being late, but these words made Hermione blush, and then she reached out her hand to conceal Ron's waist. A twist.

Immediately, someone lost his smiling face and sat down like a salted fish.

All the people who were supposed to come had already arrived. An old man wearing a simple wizard costume with a left sword and a right stick at his waist was completely different from today's wizards. He walked steadily to the main stage of the auditorium.

He started a slightly lengthy (rǒng) opening speech on the stage. He told the history of the origin of the Merlin Medal and emphasized the significance of the Merlin Medal here. (There is no water here. If you are interested, you can recall the speech made by the principal when you were in school.)
The Medal of Merlin was awarded first, and the first person on the stage was a middle-aged woman with a red face. She was recommended by the International Brewers Association for her research on how to dilute wine reasonably without reducing the aroma of wine. For her contribution, she was awarded a third class Merlin Medal.

The second is a middle-aged man recommended by the International Wizarding Tobacco Research Committee. In recognition of his outstanding contribution to reducing the focus of cigarettes and prolonging the death time of smokers, he was recommended to win the Medal of Merlin Third Class.

The third recipient of the Medal of Merlin [-]rd Class was a fairly young blond man. His behavior was completely different from the previous two. The man with the bright smile on his mouth seemed to want to blind everyone's eyes with the reflection of his teeth. His perfectly polished and waxed white teeth took away even the shine from his fair hair.

Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart recommended by the Ministry of Magic, because he punches werewolves, fights female ghosts wisely, fights off vampires and sells books about it. As an excellent example of young wizards, his contribution is worthy of every youth Wizard study, and thus won the third class Merlin Medal.

The guy with shining and charming eyes on the stage almost flicked his electric eyes and blew kisses around. Many witches were fascinated by his swaying charm and screamed loudly. Compared with the sparse applause of the previous two, Gildero · Lockhart can definitely be regarded as today's starlet.

The frowning old wizard who awarded him honors had to push this shiny man out of the stage several times. Things like the Order of Merlin, Third Class, have almost become the highest gold-plated means. Hundreds of thousands of years have passed. Although the authority of the Merlin badge is still there, it must be a bit more compromised than at the initial moment.

Being disturbed by such a time-wasting person, the old man who was the host and the recipient of the honor sped up his actions, and the remaining two third-level badges were almost copingly quickly skipped.

"The following will be the first Merlin Second Class Medal, recommended by the International Pharmacists Association and approved by the Merlin Knights."

"I hereby formally confer on Mr. Dam Coase the Order of Merlin, Second Class, in recognition of his outstanding contribution to the potion of Wolfsbane. The potion he researched will have a huge impact on the world." (Note)
Lei Dong's applause sounded, and those who have made real contributions should be praised and respected.

"Next is the second Medal of Merlin, Second Class, recommended by the Ministry of Magic and approved by the Knights of Merlin."

"I hereby formally award Mr. Ronald Weasley the Order of Merlin, Second Class, in recognition of his outstanding contribution to uncovering the truth, clearing up an old wrongful case, and bringing Peter Pettigrew to justice. Something that Mr Weasley, who was only 11 years old, could not do even an adult wizard."

"Ron! Come up, come on, come on."

Urged, Ron stepped onto the rostrum, and a silver badge with a pattern of a goblet and crossed swords was pinned on Ron's chest.

The wizards sitting under the rostrum didn't think there was anything wrong with this at all. After all, after seeing this bear-like body, many people inexplicably had a strange thought in their hearts, "Can I beat this guy?" .

"Don't worry about going down, kid."

Ron saw the extremely rare smile on the old man's face.

"Thank you for everything you did to Bailey Ryder." The old man whispered in Ron's ear, "The predecessor of the Knights of Merlin was actually the Knights of the Round Table."

"Bailey Ryder. No, Lancelot is finally able to let go. Thank you child. For thousands of years, generations of people have been stationed alone. Lancelot has redeemed the mistakes he made. As knights, we will not The enmity from thousands of years ago should be left to this day."

"The next award will be the Order of Merlin, First Class!"

"Everyone who receives this honor is a person who has made a unique and outstanding contribution!"

The old man spoke vigorously, sweeping away his old look.

"The first Order of Merlin, First Class, was recommended by Bailey Ryder, the last knight of the Knights of the Round Table, and approved by all members of the Order of Merlin, with eleven votes in favor."

A gold badge of the Holy Grail with two swords was held in the hand of the old man.

"This badge is hereby officially awarded by me to Mr. Ronald Weasley. The reason for the award is not disclosed. This is the top secret of the Knights of Merlin and the Knights of the Round Table."

In an instant, the auditorium became extremely quiet, and only a few people could understand the mystery of what the old man said.

Gentle applause sounded, and Nicolas May, who was sitting on a high seat on the side, applauded softly, breaking the silence of the audience.

"Congratulations, Ron, you deserve it. As a teacher, I hope you will be proud of it, but you must also keep it in mind."

Although I don't understand why such a little wizard was awarded the Order of Merlin, which should not be and is unlikely to be awarded to him, Nicole May has already spoken, and he confirmed for everyone that this order is indeed true .

With unbelievable applause, the people present were thinking about it, but they couldn't understand it.

After Ron returned to his seat, the old man continued to speak.

"The second first-class Merlin Medal was recommended by the Ministry of Magic and approved by all members of the Merlin Knights, with eleven votes in favor."

"This badge is hereby duly awarded by me to the late Mr. James Potter, and his wife, Lady Lily Potter. The badge will be received by their son Harry Potter."

"This badge is awarded in recognition of their outstanding service and sacrifice in the fight against the dark wizard Voldemort."

The old man calmly said the name of the dark lord who could not even be mentioned, causing most of the people present to tremble viciously. The shadow left by Voldemort is vivid in their minds. They are all from that period of history. Experiencers. There are even some participants in it.

"The third first-class Merlin Medal was recommended by the Ministry of Magic and approved by all members of the Merlin Knights, with six votes in favor."

"This badge is officially awarded by me to Mr. Sirius Black. This badge is also in recognition of his contribution and sacrifice in the fight against the dark wizard Voldemort, and he has suffered unjustly framed and imprisoned in the past ten years. compensate."

"Please come to the stage, both of you."

Ron had already walked back to the stage, he patted Harry on the shoulder, woke up and stared at the rostrum, he didn't even realize that Harry, who was already in tears, got up in a daze .

"Sirius is waiting for you."

"Go ahead, your parents deserve it, and you should be smiling proudly of them, Harry."

"Ah."

Harry wiped his tears and showed a smile that was uglier than crying, then he walked to Sirius and stood on the stage with the godfather.

It was ten o'clock in the evening after the award ceremony, but even though it was over, the people in the auditorium still had no plans to disperse.

This is a high-level social occasion in disguise. Although the previous banquet was specially prepared for this, at that time, none of today's three righteous masters participated.

Sirius fends off a lot of messy interactions for Harry, like the guy with the white teeth who can be a light bulb, and he keeps babbling after trying to stalk Harry, take a photo with him, and then ask for an autograph.
Sirius rode him on the head in front of dozens of people present and gave him a violent beating. If it wasn't for Fudge's sweaty fight, this radiant blond man would have been beaten into St. Mungo's by Sirius.
The Black family had the confidence not to give face to most of the people present, a courtesan who wagged her tail everywhere after getting a third-class medal, Sirius didn't take it seriously at all.

But the ultimate goal of everyone is not Harry. Although he is also one of the three protagonists today, the other two masters and apprentices are the root cause of their reluctance to leave.

Nicole May was chatting with Ron, and Ron encouraged his teacher to add a junior sister for him. After all, he probably wouldn't follow the path of Flamel. directions for future research.

The orthodox alchemy mastered by Nicolas, compared to Ron, Hermione, who has a talent for photographic memory, is the real candidate to learn such complex subjects.

Hermione, who was taking the small quiz from Flamel, was so nervous that her forehead started to sweat, but her extremely fluent answers with little hesitation left a good impression on Flamel.

Compared with the unscrupulous little bastard like Ron who often gets into trouble and always has accidents, people like Hermione are geniuses in the traditional sense and normal cognition.

However, Nicolas May, who has seen too many geniuses, seems to prefer little bastards like Ron. After all, geniuses are hard to find, and freaks are hard to find. Nicolas May has seen such amazing people for more than 600 years. There were many, but there was only one muscular club that could always surprise him.

"The answer is great, although it is a little worse than Dumbledore, but you are very good Hermione."

"I am very strict in accepting students, so are you willing to accept my little test?"

"This can't be my little junior sister."

Ron leaned on his cheek and spoke in a bit of disappointment.

"This is already a big surprise, Ron! Thank you, Mr. Flamel, for giving me this opportunity. I am willing to accept your test. Is it an exam?"

"Of course, but not now, maybe a year, maybe two years, three years or even longer, you all know, I am an old bastard who has lived for more than 600 years, I believe I can live a few hundred more Years, I still have a lot of time."

"When the exam starts is up to you. Ron has a way to contact me."

Nicolas took out a small earring from her pocket, and placed it in Hermione's palm.

"There are some introductory materials in it. If you think you can start accepting my exam, then come to me."

"Okay, it's time for me to go back. I will accompany your teacher's wife to watch a stage play later."

"Ron." Nicole May raised his voice slightly, which caused many people to prick up their ears and start eavesdropping.

"When will my card be ready? I want to torture this little guy Dumbledore two hundred times. Remember to make my exclusive ability stronger, for example, it is seventeen or eight times that of Dumbledore. .”

"No way, even if you are my teacher, what is fairness and justice! Since there is no such thing in this world, at least there must be some playing cards!"

"You stinky boy!"

Nicole May's head crashed on Ron's forehead with a crisp sound, which made Ron hold his red forehead and let out a 'hehehe' smirk.

"It turned out that the person who was bloodbathed two hundred times by Professor Dumbledore was"

"Oh~ don't hit so many people, don't spank it hurts"

"It's Snape! It's Snape! It's not you, I'm talking nonsense, it's Snape"

Nicole May, who had beaten Ron hard, left the honoring auditorium refreshed. Just after he left, the group of adults who wanted to come but didn't dare to come surrounded them all at once. .

Mr. Weasley took a lot of effort to rescue Hermione. As for Ron, he couldn't move him anyway. Although Mr. Weasley was a little helpless, he thought Ron could handle these things well.

"Slow down, don't! Whoever pulls my pants, speak up if you have something to say, talk it out well"

"Give Ron some space, gentlemen! Ladies!"

The kind and kind Minister Fudge used his round body to help Ron solve problems, and the status of the Minister of Magic was quite useful here.

"We walked and talked, and we walked and talked."

Fudge embraced Ron's shoulders enthusiastically and walked aside. Although it didn't feel good, it was a relief for Ron after all.

"This time, I would like to thank the minister. Thank you for applying for the second-level Merlin badge for me. I am really grateful."

"Wherever it is, this is the child you deserve."

Fudge smiled kindly, and the sound of the rainbow fart was so proficient that he could not hear it. He climbed up the hill all the way along the slope, and after boasting about Ron, he revealed the true direction of the rainbow fart. He's over the top, and he's trying to get a connection with Ron.

"The teacher will basically not leave France, and I still need to study at Hogwarts. To be honest, I can get in touch with the teacher because of Professor Dumbledore. You can work hard from the headmaster, which is much easier than me. After all, the teacher and Professor Dumbledore, they are working on a project together now."

"I was only caught by the teacher because of the cards. He gave me many suggestions for improving the cards."

Ron winked at Fudge, and he got a smile of realization. Fudge seemed to have misunderstood something.

"Yes, Mr. Nicolas is a great alchemist who has entered the Hall of Fame."

"Well, now the hall of fame is basically based on Professor Dumbledore, he is also a great white wizard, and he is one of the most authoritative reviewers."

Knowing that Fudge wanted to enter the Hall of Fame, but he couldn't get his wish, Ron continued to push [-] on Dumbledore. This trick worked, quite well.

"But it's really a hero out of a boy. I really didn't expect that Ron, you actually did something more important than catching Peter Pettigrew. If possible, can you tell uncle?"

"There has been no news from the Knights of the Round Table for hundreds of years, what happened that day"

"I mean, the incident on the night of NO.20 in July"

"This is very important. The Ministry of Magic needs to work hard for the peace and prosperity of England. Are you willing to help uncle?"

"Of course." Ron nodded readily.

"We were exploring an alchemy ruin before."

"Ok!"

"Then we discovered an alchemy array that was still in effect, but we couldn't figure out what it was."

"Correct!"

"I am very familiar with Fox, so I invited Principal Dumbledore to help."

"I see."

"Then the headmaster started to study the alchemy formation. It was a very powerful alchemy formation. Even the headmaster saw it for the first time."

"Oh!"

"It's a pity that the alchemy formation exploded, because it has been in disrepair for a long time and the energy is unstable."

"That's it?"

"Yeah, I was blown out at the time, that's all I know."

"."

"The old knight? Bailey Ryder?"

"The Weasley ancestors are related to their king."

"Isn't the legend written? When England is in danger again, King Arthur will return to his homeland, and the glory of the Eternal King will shine again."

"."

Seeing Fudge's constipated expression, Ron shrugged with a smile.

"Maybe I was lucky and happened to meet."

"probably"

Fudge, who was full of confusion, patted Ron's shoulder. These messy things made his brain ache. Fudge, who hadn't asked any news at all, suddenly felt a faint sense of frustration.

He glanced at the gold badge on Ron's chest.
A first-class medal for nothing because of a legend. He wants it too.
　It is mentioned in Book III: Prisoner of Azkaban that the potion of wolfsbane was discovered by recent research, and in Book VI: Half-Blood Prince, Horace Slughorn mentioned it in his private party. When it came to the name of the inventor of Wolfsbane Potion, rather than making up an honor, I used this ready-made one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)