Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 187 186: Order of Merlin! Harry is abnormal!

Hogwarts is filled with a bustling energy.

The morning light penetrated the illusory scene on the dome of the auditorium and shattered into sparkling spots on the silver-plated plates on the long table. Ian absentmindedly used the tip of his fork to fiddle with the fried eggs on the plate.

before.

The milky white crystal ball dropped by Malfoy's "poor acting" glowed like ripples on water in the palm of his other hand, just like a small light bulb, illuminating the tablecloth with faint spider-web patterns.

"Have you ever seen this type of crystal ball?" Ian shook the crystal ball in his hand and asked his two roommates with some confusion.

Perhaps his strength is several dimensions higher than that of his two roommates, but what he can learn in a year is always limited. There are some things that the two people who come from wizard families may understand better than him.

Especially William.

This guy's family has a rich heritage.

"My mother might know. I can only be sure that it is not a natural crystal used for divination." Michael rarely fought for the food. He leaned in to observe for a long time and then responded in a firm tone.

“It shouldn’t be worth much.”

He also made some comments at the end.

"Can you tell whether it's worth money or not?"

Ian raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You have to believe in the talents of us black people." Michael chuckled and actually played his own racial joke. He continued speaking in a reasonable tone.

"Moreover, if you look at historical statistics, you will find that the probability of black people becoming prophets is higher than that of white people. It can be said that we are born to be close to this mysterious course."

It can be seen that Xiao Heige doesn't have a good impression of divination. He has been the worst performer in this course since the end of last semester. Like Ian, he lacks talent.

of course.

Ian was able to get full marks by cheating, but the honest little black guy was completely different. He failed to get a perfect score because of this, which was really unacceptable for a Ravenclaw student. Michael, who was a Buddhist, actually cared about this, so it was reasonable for him to have a prejudice against things related to divination.

"You're right, Michael, divination is a course that involves playing tricks on gods and ghosts." Ian agreed with Xiao Hei's point of view, but he did not comment on the probability problem that Xiao Hei mentioned.

This is a guy who likes to watch American blockbusters. God knows whether the data he mentioned has been polluted by Hollywood. In recent years, the roles involving some special characters there have begun to be ZZ correct.

"I think this looks like a memory ball, but... it's not quite the same." William studied it for a long time before speaking in an uncertain and confused tone.

"Well, I think I still know what a memory ball is. This is completely different." The crystal ball in Ian's hand continued to emit a faint fluorescence in the aroma of frying bacon fat.

He rarely encountered any difficulties in alchemy.

"Where did you get this thing? Knockturn Alley?" William guessed. He was so curious because Ian told them the story of Knockturn Alley last night.

"Actually, it's a gift from Mr. Malfoy." Ian looked up at the long table in the direction of Slytherin. The platinum-haired head did not appear at the breakfast scene today.

I don’t know if he is hiding from the little wizard.

Even Mr. Savior was not there. Perhaps Aurora thought Ian was looking at her, so she raised her hand and said hello, and Ian returned a faint smile.

"what?"

When Michael heard what Ian said, the fork in his hand fell onto the porcelain plate with a clang.

"The only son of the Malfoy family?"

He also looked in the direction of the Slytherin table, and then lowered his voice and said to Ian, "This guy's ancestors didn't have any good people."

"His parents are both Death Eaters. They are bad to the core." As Michael spoke, his tone was full of indignation and gnashing of teeth.

"Malfoy must have had bad intentions in giving you a gift!"

He made a decisive judgment.

William also immediately agreed, "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."

In the eyes of the green-haired boy's tutor, Voldemort is a terrorist, so he would naturally think that those who follow a terrorist are also mentally abnormal and evil people.

"I don't think he has the guts." Ian smiled softly as he recalled Malfoy's timid look. If it was really a challenge or a plot, he might find it interesting.

"Everyone in the Malfoy family is bad, but there has never been a fool in their family." 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 came out from the cracked skin.

"Cough cough~"

The defenseless little wizard was choked and coughed violently several times before he caught his breath. He spit out all the fried egg mixed with chili oil in his mouth onto the plate.

"What a weird combination!"

He had been immersed in studying the supernatural powers in the crystal ball. Looking around at his classmates who were also speechless, he seemed to finally understand why Michael suddenly ate so elegantly.

Take a look.

A few lobster-shaped dumplings wielding claws.

A little wizard who was enrolled this year was crying loudly.

There was also a glass cup not far away that was emitting cold air, and it was filled with blueberry jam that was so frozen that it had frosted the girl's scalp. If a lion came here, it would probably have a few teeth frozen off.

The smoked salmon slices closest to the glass lamp were frozen and started waltzing.

"The house-elves obviously have some new ideas..." Ian felt quite guilty about this scene, because he was the one who often encouraged the house-elves to be more innovative.

Everything was going well during the dinner yesterday, but today the house-elves let themselves go. I wonder if they wanted the little wizard to see the results of their holiday.

Smart William had put down his cutlery long ago.

"Maybe I can write a letter to ask my family for you." He took out a magic camera given by Ian and took several photos in succession at Ian's crystal ball.

Ian didn't stop.

But he didn't think this was a good idea.

"It seems that I have to wait until the lunch break to ask Professor Nick Flamel." Ian tried to inject some magic power into the crystal ball.

But this only made the light of the crystal ball a little brighter.

That's when he stopped trying.

"Puff~Puff~"

The hall was suddenly filled with the sound of flapping wings.

Hundreds of owls swooped down through the rain curtain of the magic dome.

"Oh no!"

The red date bread that Michael had finally picked out and thought was the only one that tasted good was thrown directly into a gray package. He let out a cry of despair.

William quickly protected his oatmeal.

but.

This is obviously a waste of effort.

He did not receive any package.

On the contrary, Ian, who thought that he would not receive any packages in his situation, discovered a snowy owl hovering over the Ravenclaw table.

The gilded envelope in its beak was dripping with crimson wax.

I saw the letter being thrown down.

Ian quickly reached out and caught it, preventing the letter from falling into the plate and being contaminated by the chili oil - the house-elves must have burnt the chili oil.

"This envelope is actually gilded."

Ian turned the letter in his hand over with interest.

Next to him, William's eyes widened.

"Oh my God! This is a letter from the Knights of Merlin!" His voice was so loud that it even drowned out the noise around him, so that many people heard his exclamation. In an instant, the entire auditorium fell silent, and everyone's eyes were cast on Ian. Then exclamations came one after another.

"Merlin's beard! That's a letter from the Order of Merlin!" A little wizard widened his eyes, and the fork in his hand fell unconsciously onto the plate, making a crisp sound.

"What on earth did he do to deserve the attention of the Order of Merlin!" Another young wizard's face was filled with envy, and his words were full of curiosity and admiration for Ian.

“Didn’t you follow the news during your vacation?”

A senior student began to talk about the little wizard. He was obviously a big fan of Ian, and the various expressions of praise he used in his conversation were almost non-repetitive.

This is definitely a hellish level of difficulty in English structure.

"Oh! God! He didn't even brag! Instead, he was being modest!" At the Gryffindor table, Hermione's mouth formed an O shape after listening to the vivid description.

The unbelievable shock was almost beyond words.

"Forehead……"

to be frank.

Even though Ian was thick-skinned, he still felt a little itchy on his scalp when being stared at by a group of people. Although he wasn't embarrassed yet, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

Dear Mr. Ian Prince:
As the morning light brushed across the waves of Black Lake for the third time, we were honored to inform you that the Special Review Committee of the Order of Merlin passed a unanimous resolution to award you the Order of Merlin, First Class.

In the early spring of 1991, you faced the evil black wizard with your extraordinary wisdom and fearless courage. In that thrilling contest, you successfully defeated the black wizard with your extraordinary magic skills and firm belief, not only saving the school from huge losses, but also avoiding possible casualties.

According to the terms of the Merlin Code, this lofty honor will be a high recognition of your extraordinary courage and outstanding magical talent, and also an encouragement and support for your heroic behavior.

The nomination was made by the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Sir Albus Dumbledore himself.

At the same time, during the review process, a person who holds a very important position in our jazz group also paid special attention to and affirmed your achievements. Although the specific identity of this authoritative person cannot be disclosed at present, it can be said that his support has added a great deal of weight to your nomination.

The Order of Merlin is not only a personal honor, but also a commemoration of your contribution to the wizarding world. We hope that you can continue to uphold the spirit of justice and bravery, and contribute more to the peace and prosperity of the wizarding world in the future. We will send someone to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to issue you the medal in seven days.

Leader of the Knights of Merlin: Richard Goshawk (Grand Leader of the Knights of Merlin, Vice President of the International Federation of Magic, recipient of the First Class Order of Merlin)
Sincerely! 】

The content of the letter is not short.

And I also deliberately wrote the review process.

This is a slight departure from the normal process.

It's as if someone was forcing Richard Goshawk to write this.

It feels quite strange.

Ian's eyes jumped directly to the last paragraph. A snake-shaped watermark appeared on the edge of the letter paper. When his fingertips touched it, the watermark suddenly twisted to form the runic words "Accept with caution".

Before he could figure out what was going on.

"Oh! My goodness Merlin! It's actually a first-class medal!"

Michael, who came over, also exclaimed in great excitement.

"The Daily Prophet said that in the past ten years, only the Director of the Auror Office has received such an honor!" The veins on Michael's neck were about to bulge out.

The voice was extremely excited.

"You will definitely go down in history! Ian! You are not only the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin! You got a first-class medal! You are on the same level as Headmaster Dumbledore!"

William also grabbed Ian's arm in an excited voice.

It was obvious that the two roommates were genuinely happy for Ian. Not only them, but the cheers and joy that erupted from the Ravenclaw table resounded throughout the entire closed room.

Even at the Gryffindor table, for some reason a few people jumped onto the table to liven up the atmosphere - fortunately, Professor McGonagall, who had been supervising everyone's breakfast, finally took action.

"I know this is something that everyone should be happy about, but... please observe the most basic dining etiquette!" She raised her hand and used magic to blast the person who jumped onto the table down.

"Congratulations, Mr. Prince, your roommate is right, you have achieved an amazing achievement." Then, Professor McGonagall turned to Ian and exclaimed in amazement.

"Merlin First Class Medal... this is really..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

She looked a little confused and obviously had some questions that she couldn't express in public. To be honest, Ian was also shocked. He was just defeated a dark wizard and was awarded a first-class medal?
Even if that dark wizard is Voldemort... this is a bit too unusual. Perhaps Dumbledore is indeed powerful, but the little wizard thinks it has a lot to do with the "obscure person" mentioned in the letter.

"Am I quite likable?" The young wizard scratched his head and kept reminiscing, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of any connections he had in Sir Merlin's group.

at this time.

The outgoing Lyrium also came over.

"Congratulations, you have to treat me." He seemed to be holding a cup of coffee that he thought he had brought into the auditorium, and he walked up to Ian with a smile and spoke happily.

"Accept it! This is a great thing! It would be a pity if you missed it!"

He seemed to be afraid that Ian would refuse, so he kept on eating his meat floss bread while trying to persuade him - this guy ate everything he brought with him at the breakfast table.

It was like I knew that breakfast would not be delicious.

"Why do you act like you're afraid I'll refuse?"

Ian glanced at Lyrium, who had squeezed in next to him, with a strange look.

"hey-hey."

Lyrium smiled widely.

His face was very close to Ian.

Just when Ian was thinking about whether he should slap her.

"Ian...can I talk to you alone?" The savior Harry Potter suddenly walked in from outside the hall. He came to Ian with an anxious look and lowered his voice.

"Ok, no problem."

Ian stood up and followed Harry Potter out.

There was a little wizard chattering behind him.

But Harry Potter didn't want to listen to what these people were saying.

His mind was full of the secrets he had discovered.

"I was just using the bathroom in my dorm... I was a little constipated because of the new environment... Then, I overheard my roommate, Draco Malfoy..."

Harry Potter and Ian came to an empty corridor. He had just said something that no one wanted to hear at breakfast and was about to get to the point, but his voice suddenly stopped.

There is no other reason.

Ian felt the pockets of his robes getting hot.

After he took out the things inside.

The crystal ball that Malfoy "dropped" before had actually changed. The originally gentle white light now turned into an extremely strong red.

It was a blood-red light.

"Hiss~Is it really going to explode?"

Ian felt his palms holding the crystal ball were burning hot.

He brought the crystal ball closer to the confused Harry Potter. The red-glowing crystal ball became a little darker, 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.

It also slightly emits the same color.

(End of this chapter)