Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

Cornelius Fudge was very enthusiastic and stood together with Charlotte. The photographer behind him picked up the camera and took several photos from different angles. After taking the photos, he went to accept the reporter's interview with a smile.

"Hi, I'm Tiberus Ogden."

A tall, thin, middle-aged man approached, with black hair and a gloomy look, wearing the costumes of members of the Wizengamot.

"Hello, Mr. Ogden."

"You may not know, I have been following you since August, and my friend Principal Dumbledore has praised you for how outstanding you are. To be honest, it is really hard to believe that a A witch at such a young age is already a master of potions."

Mr. Ogden pointed to Dumbledore on the stage with admiration on his face.

"It's not just my credit. The school professors and my friends, their help is very important. My achievements are the result of everyone's support."

Charlotte said a few words of modesty, and flattered several professors by the way.

"Genius always comes out on top, doesn't it? You think so, Mrs. Marchban."

Marchban laughed a few times, waved his hands, and sighed for a while.

"But geniuses are not always easy. I am very sad about your grandmother. I know your grandmother. Although I don't have a close relationship with her, she is undoubtedly an outstanding witch with a smart mind."

Mrs. Marchban took Charlotte's hand distressedly, with sad eyes and regret.

"Thank you. Grandma is indeed a very nice person... Sorry, I have to go over there. I seem to see someone I know. Are you Damocles? Mr. Belby?"

Charlotte saw a young man in the crowd, bid farewell to the two, and went to say hello to escape their thoughts.

"Mr. Belby, I really didn't expect you to come to this award presentation. It's really a great honor."

Originally, Charlotte invited Belby only with the mentality of giving it a try. It would be best if he could come, and there would be no loss if he didn't come.

"Merlin's beard, I really didn't expect you to be the same as what was said in the Daily Prophet."

Belby looked at Charlotte, who was only twelve or thirty at most, with a particularly surprised expression. Although he was mentally prepared when he came, this feeling of the Yangtze River's back waves pushing the front waves, and the front waves dying on the beach is really not good.

"You improved the avatar medicine some time ago. After communicating with you, I also bought a bottle. The effect of the potion is really extraordinary. I do two things with the avatar at the same time. After the avatar dissipates, the memory will come back. Ordering, this has helped me a lot and saved me a lot of time."

"Thank you very much for your support, your reply has benefited me a lot."

While the two of them were talking, there were also some people beside them.

"Before I came to see myself, who would dare to believe that a little wizard could develop this new type of potion? Even those masters who have been studying potions, even with four or fifty years of experience, it is difficult to make a brand new potion. medicine."

What you said... Charlotte chuckled, and didn't continue to make provocative words.

One wizard after another greeted Charlotte, and Charlotte chatted and laughed happily among the wizards with ease, quite a bit of the momentum of a big boss in the magic world.

Professor McGonagall, who was watching from the side, was also relieved. Snape sat in the corner with a cold face, and no one around him dared to approach him.

The noisy atmosphere lasted until Dumbledore on the stage stood up and announced that the awards conference had begun, and then everyone dispersed and took their seats.

Dumbledore unhurriedly picked up the letter of recommendation on the table and opened it.

"Miss Cuthbert, please come to the center."

Charlotte loosened her tense wrists, and walked out against the scrutiny of everyone.

"The avatar potion you invented on July 7 has promoted the further advancement of the magic world. The latest improved avatar potion has been tested and can achieve a three-hour effect. The memory of the main body and the avatar coexist."

"After the review of the Merlin Knights, in order to thank you for your contribution to the magic world, we will award you the Second Class Merlin Medal. If anyone present has any objections, they can raise them now."

Dumbledore put down the letter, crossed his hands on the table, and looked at Charlotte with blue eyes under the half-moon glasses. This student can always give himself new surprises, but most of the time, making things too big It's too much for an old man like him.

All the people present were sitting upright, and no one raised any objections.

"Then invite our Minister for Magic, Mr. Cornelius Fudge, to present the award to the winner."

Fudge, who had been waiting for a long time, posed for the camera with a broad smile on his face, followed by Amelia Burns, Director of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic and a member of the Wizengamot.

Holding the tray with the Medal of Merlin in their hands, the two walked up to Charlotte. Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape sat on the same bench, fisted with both hands, watching the scene excitedly.

There are three levels of the Merlin Medal. The level depends on the color of the ribbon under the medal. The first level is green, the second level is purple, and the third level is white.

The Merlin Medal has been awarded since the fifteenth century to commemorate the famous wizard. According to legend, the green ribbon of the first-class medal is to indicate Merlin's college at Hogwarts.

This is why Slytherin firmly believes that Merlin came from his own house.

Just kidding, green, isn't that our snake yard?

Fudge picked up the medal and hung it in front of Charlotte, patted Charlotte on the shoulder encouragingly, then turned around and stood beside her.

The photographer next to him found the right moment and pressed the shutter, and the headline of tomorrow's Daily Prophet will appear.

Applause rang out at the same time, Professor McGonagall's face was flushed. As a professor, there is nothing that makes her more happy than the promising students of her own family. Although she belongs to Slytherin..., this is the honor of the entire Hogwarts school. .

Snape sat on one side, his face expressionless and his hands raised for pictures.

Charlotte looked at the medal she just got. The second-class medal is usually awarded to people who have made great achievements.

The starting point is slightly cool and shiny, pure gold is unlikely, after all, there is no Golden Galleon reward for the Merlin Medal.

When people are in the spring breeze, there are many complimenters around them. Charlotte was brought by Fudge to several high-level officials of the Ministry of Magic.

"This is the most important event in the magic world. The recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class, is only 12 years old. I'm sure this record will be difficult to break." Minister Fudge spoke to the reporter.

Dumbledore saved her from the atmosphere, which is really thankful, Dumbledore said lightly.

"Every time we meet, you always bring me different surprises."

Charlotte raised her eyebrows, and she didn't want to be taken to the principal's office every time she committed a crime, and she felt embarrassed again and again.

"Maybe I was too jumpy, and I didn't worry about you, the principal."

"This is the vitality that young people should have. You can't be like an old man like me, who has to be talked about even when he eats his favorite sweets."

As he spoke, he also took out a pile of cockroaches from his pocket and handed a bunch to Charlotte.

The cockroaches don’t talk about its appearance, but the taste is still very good, with chocolate sandwich, but you have to endure its tentacles moving around in your mouth.

Seeing Charlotte taking over, Dumbledore seemed very happy and chattered.

"I love this food, but a lot of people can't take it..."

Charlotte stuffed the pile of cockroaches into her mouth and bit down, feeling the juice bursting in her mouth.

"Minerva, Severus, would you like a bunch?"

Dumbledore saw McGonagall and Snape coming over, and wanted to give them Amway cockroach piles, seeing that they both rejected it, Dumbledore didn't care.

"Congratulations, Miss Charlotte."

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall."

Charlotte hugged Professor McGonagall gently, and turned to look at Snape. Snape's eyelids shrugged, and he said two words calmly.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you very much, Professor."

The atmosphere of several people is harmonious and harmonious.

"Excuse me, can you please stand together and take a picture?"

The photographer asked, the four of them lined up, with Charlotte in the middle, Dumbledore behind, and two professors on both sides.

"Principal Dumbledore, will the school give me any special honor?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment, then winked at Charlotte.

"Maybe you can be awarded a special contribution award."

"Really? It would be even better if I could add some more points." Charlotte pushed forward, Dumbledore smiled for a while, and stroked his silver beard.

"That would be too unfair to other colleges."

Charlotte, who still wanted to continue working for the benefit of her own college, was interrupted by a woman who came in forcefully from the encirclement. The woman stared at Charlotte like a wolf who had seen meat.

"Miss Charlotte, long time no see, I want to conduct an exclusive interview with you, are you free?"

The woman's hair was stiff and curly, and it looked particularly awkward with her big-jawed face.

Wearing a pair of bejeweled glasses, with fat fingers clutching a crocodile leather handbag, with nails that are two inches long and painted red, the person who can put together these exaggerated costumes is undoubtedly the Daily Prophet The most famous reporter, Rita Skeeter.

He likes to catch the wind and turn black and white the most, and the articles he writes are always eye-catching, even Dumbledore is not less run on.

Say goodbye to several professors, followed Rita to a small room, and the two looked at each other.

Rita took out a shorthand quill from her crocodile leather handbag, her tone was not as domineering as before, and even a little... restrained?

"How do you think this report is written properly?"

Charlotte gave her a funny look.

"You are the reporter, you just need to report truthfully, oh, you can put the photos I took with some professors just now."

"Then the paper you wanted to publish before, I'll just put it in the next daily, okay?"

"can."

Charlotte nodded, took out the improved thesis, and handed it to Rita.

"Polish this paper, and you can post a reward in my name on it, just 30 gold Galleons, and send it directly to Cuthbert Garden in Godric's Hollow."

The two discussed in the room for a long time, and ended with Charlotte being taken away by the professor.