Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Chapter 119 Compensation, Order of Merlin

Dean Sasia was silent for a moment, and did not continue the topic.

"Let's get down to business first." She looked at Dumbledore and said, "I suspect that someone is making a potion that can affect the transformation of werewolves, and the one I encountered today was probably deliberately put on St. Mungo.

I don't know why he did it, maybe it was to test the efficacy of the medicine, or maybe it was to create panic.

But in any case, this behavior is undoubtedly a blasphemy against St. Mungo, and I will find that man. "

"Need help?" Dumbledore said, "I just know a werewolf friend."

"Thank you for your kindness, but no need, I have some friendship with a werewolf group." Dean Sasia pondered: "It is enough to have them."

Dean Sacia's eyes were cold. That person dared to do such a thing in St. Mungo's, and he had already touched her bottom line.

Fortunately, nothing happened today, otherwise, St. Mungo's face would be really embarrassing.

She needs to let others know that pharmacists have tempers too.

I don't know if it was intentional, but during the conversation, neither of them mentioned the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore, who was rejected, didn't say anything more.

A werewolf group... There is really no difference between one more and one less.

"There's one last thing, and that's about compensation."

Kyle sat forward unconsciously...he had been waiting for this since just now.

"I'm sorry, because of our mistakes, you have encountered such a dangerous thing, and St. Mungo will take full responsibility for it."

Dean Sacia thought for a while and said, "A thousand Galleons, this is our compensation to you. I hope you can forgive us for our mistakes."

"In addition, because you prevented the werewolves from committing crimes and saved St. Mungo's reputation, we will reward you with another two thousand Galleons."

Is it three thousand galleons in total?

Kyle raised his eyebrows, to be honest, a little less than he thought.

It is no exaggeration to say that the few seconds when he first met the werewolf were more dangerous than when he faced Oren in the Forbidden Forest.

From holding the wand to releasing the first softening spell, it only took about a second, and if there was a slight mistake in the middle, he would have been bitten.

In such a life-threatening incident, only three thousand galleons in compensation is really not much.

But seeing that the other party knew Dumbledore, and because he had spoken on his behalf just now...Three thousand is three thousand, Dumbledore still has to give face.

And Kyle is also thin-skinned.

Everyone talked about this, and he was too embarrassed to open his mouth to ask for the remaining 99 Galleons.

Kyle nodded, and when he was about to agree, he heard Dean Sacia continue.

"Also, the Order of Merlin!"

"What..." Kyle didn't react for a while, he thought he heard it wrong.

"The Medal of the Order of Merlin." Dean Sasia repeated it again, and she smiled: "I will personally nominate you, but I can't guarantee whether it will be the second or third degree."

This is her real compensation...or thank you.

In her opinion, the lives of those patients are more important than St. Mungo's reputation.

On the entire second floor, there were more than 50 patients lying on the bed. If a werewolf broke into the room at this time, they would have no ability to resist.

Kyle can be said to have indirectly saved the lives of fifty wizards. This behavior is completely worthy of a Medal of the Order of Merlin.

It's his age... Dean Sasia frowned.

Kyle is too young, less than 12 years old. If he is older, even if he is just an adult, he will definitely have no problem getting a second-class medal.

But now she can only try to fight for it.

Dean Sasia looked at Kyle and asked, "How is it? Are you satisfied?"

"Of course, I'm very satisfied." Kyle smiled, "But... can I replace Garen with something else?"

"Oh, what do you want to replace it with?"

"A potion of equal value." Kyle blurted out, "If possible, I want it to be made by you, any type is fine."

This answer surprised Dean Sasia, and she subconsciously asked, "Why do you want to change to potions?"

"Because I like Potions class." Kyle said without hesitation: "With a bottle of master's work by my side, I can always understand my own shortcomings."

"puff……"

Next to him, Dumbledore, who was drinking black tea, suddenly choked and almost dropped his cup to the ground.

He wiped his wet beard, "Sorry, the tea is a bit hot."

Kyle acted as if he hadn't seen it, his expression remained unchanged, and he continued: "And I'm also a little selfish, the work of a master of potions, its value is much higher than the corresponding Gallon."

"……Can."

Dean Sasia agreed without much consideration, "I will make the potions that the seven grades need to learn one by one.

But I don't know how much they're worth, probably a lot less than three thousand Galleons, are you sure? "

"Sure, sure." Kyle nodded again and again.

He also thought of replacing Gallon with potion on a temporary basis.

The main reason is that he is not short of Galleons now, even if there are three thousand more, it will just be left to eat ashes in Gringotts.

Might as well change to something else.

Based on what Dumbledore said just now, the Dean's potion level seems to be better than Slughorn's.

The opportunity is rare, this kind of potion master's work, if you miss it, you really don't have it.

After the matter was finished, several people left the compartment of the tea room.

The people from the Ministry of Magic are still below, and they are still here to help. As the dean of St. Mungo, it is not good for Sacia to keep asking.

Moreover, two people were also injured in the werewolf's original ward on the second floor. Although they were lucky and neither was bitten, she still needed to go and take a look.

When they walked up the stairs to the fifth floor, Kyle saw the round-faced boy again.

He was still holding the lunch box and standing at the corner of the stairs, but this time, there was an extra person behind him, who seemed to be his grandma in terms of age.

The other was wearing a long dress, carrying a large red handbag, and a hat with a stuffed vulture on his head.

The round-faced boy of St. Mungo's, plus the old lady in the vulture hat... Kyle probably knows who they are.

"Speak, Neville!"

After seeing Kyle and his party, Mrs. Augusta pushed the boy from behind.

The boy hurriedly put the lunch box aside, walked up to Kyle and said nervously, "Thank you, thank you for saving me... I, I was so scared just now, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I can understand." Kyle looked at him and asked, "What's your name."

"Neville, Neville Longbottom."