Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

"Chairman Benjamin Grevis, how should we interpret the content of this picture?"

Benjamin Grevis coughed lightly and said awkwardly, "They did... a lot of work in handling the incident... but everyone was... doing their best..."

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"Chairman Benjamin Grevis, did you orchestrate the concealment of the contributions of wizards from other countries?"

“This is completely unfounded.” Benjamin Grevis wiped the sweat from his brow. “As President of the Magical Congress, I have a duty to ensure the smooth operation and safety of the entire city…”

"The efforts of all team members are important. Any speculation about my personal motives is irresponsible. Please be careful with your words and actions. The Magic Council has the right to hold you accountable."

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"Chairman Benjamin Grevis, could you elaborate on their specific contributions? We have the right to know the actual role played by each participant."

Benjamin Grevis closed his eyes, seemingly resigned to his fate, "They did a lot of work during the rescue, in coordinating rescue teams and providing technical support..."

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"Chairman Benjamin Grevis, there are some historical issues between you and the English wizards. Therefore, have you deliberately weakened the contributions from the English wizards?"

Benjamin Grevis was pale and looked numb. "Of course not. We have always maintained friendly exchanges with England... and these exchanges will continue..."

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The reporters bombarded the reporters with questions, their hands never stopping as they held pens and paper, like hyenas devouring their prey, their faces displaying a mixture of greed and pleasure.

Benjamin Grevis's face grew even paler. He had been working through the night for the past few days, and now, faced with a barrage of problems, his mind was becoming increasingly muddled, and he was even swaying slightly.

Jacob Kowalski walked up to the group of reporters and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, could you please quiet down and listen to me for a few minutes?"

“We also have an awards ceremony coming up. In fact, all the questions raised by Ms. Rita Skeeter will be clearly addressed at the awards ceremony.”

"Do you all have any other questions? If not, after a short break, we can begin the awards ceremony."

“We owe nothing to those who have contributed to this land… If you still have questions after the awards ceremony, I can explain further.”

Before the official press conference, he had already resolved some minor issues; now, the questions concerning Vizette and Luna were the most important.

With things already discussed to this point, and given that this was the headquarters of the Magic Congress, the reporters could only nod and wait for the official award ceremony to follow.

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Scott Tritops grinned. "To become the Director of the International Department of Magical Cooperation, you certainly have a silver tongue..."

“Someone just went out and came back in, and said a few words to Kowalski. Apparently, he was preparing something... probably changing the medals you were going to be awarded.”

Vizet closed his notebook. "Like a medal or some kind of award... sending it by owl is actually a good option."

Professor McGonagall, for example, chose this approach;

With the Animagus International Symposium about to begin, Babajid Akinbad and his colleagues were unable to attend the award ceremony due to the unexpected fire dragon attack, as they all needed to rearrange the venue.

Vizette looked at the Aurors opposite her, "If it weren't for their insistence that we be there, we probably wouldn't have come."

"We're leaving in a few days. The longhorn water snakes are more active on rainy days. We originally planned to go to Central Park one more time to say goodbye to them."

“It’s so good to be young…” Scott Tritops remarked. “Speaking of which… those magical creatures also made a contribution…”

"How about we annoy Benjamin a bit and get the Magic Congress to give those long-horned water snakes... some kind of award, maybe a few medals?"

“I suggested it before,” Luna blinked, “but they only said they would consider it carefully.”

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The awards ceremony officially began, and only the reporter from the New York Ghost News was diligently recording the achievements of the Aurors.

The other reporters were more casual, simply noting down names and medal types before whispering among themselves, speculating about what medals Wizette and his team would receive.

Benjamin Grevis presented the medals one by one, and finally it was Vizette's and Luna's turn.

He picked up a medal from the tray and awarded it to Vizette, saying, "On behalf of the Magic Congress, I hereby award Vizette Lovegood the Five-Star Medal!"

Unlike the Merlin Order's medals, which are classified by rank, the Magical Congress distinguishes the rarity of medals by their names.

The Five-Star Medal is a three-dimensional five-pointed star with the emblem of the Magic Congress inlaid in the center, giving it a profound and solemn appearance.

This medal is equivalent to the Order of Merlin, Second Class, and is awarded to wizards who have performed exceptionally bravely and made outstanding contributions in battle.

As for the higher-level Medal of Honor, the criteria for evaluation is that one can take action and achieve outstanding results even when facing extreme danger;

Therefore, many award recipients were posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor by the Magic Congress after their sacrifice.

Benjamin Grevis picked up another purple medal and awarded it to Luna, saying, "On behalf of the Magical Congress, I hereby award Luna Lovegood the Purple Heart Medal!"

The Purple Heart ribbon is a bright purple and is shaped like a heart, equivalent to the Order of Merlin, Third Class.

The reporters were somewhat agitated, their faces showing surprise. They knew the prestige of these medals, which were usually awarded only to local wizards.

Meanwhile, reporters were even more curious about what Vizette and Luna had done to earn such an honor.

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After the awarding of the medals, Benjamin Grevis cleared his throat and began to recount the efforts made by Wizette and Luna.

The other reporters were fully focused, trying their best to keep up with Benjamin Grevis's pace and taking notes.

The more they documented their story, the more alarmed they became. They could even assert that these two wizards from England had single-handedly saved New York.

No wonder the two, though not native wizards, were able to receive such high honors.

When the reporters finished taking notes and began thinking of headlines, almost instinctively, one headline came to mind:

Half a century later, English wizards once again save the Magical Parliament, and a new star is born at Hogwarts. Hogwarts is about to become great again!

Chapter 107 Bloodstained Cellar

Under the cover of night, a heavily disguised figure appeared, silently passing through a pile of ruins and suddenly disappearing into the dense bushes.

The figure, with one hand covering his chest to protect the newspaper in his arms, crawled forward until he finally found a hidden trapdoor.

He let out a soft breath, carefully opened the trapdoor, and entered the cellar through the dark opening.

The cellar passage was extremely dark, with only two oil lamps on either side, casting a very faint light.

He strode through the passage and into the cellar hall, where he took out the Mesopotamian Daily from his pocket.

“They succeeded in New York… but only halfway.” He spread out the Mesopotamian Daily and handed it to the tall figure in front of him.

"How much longer until we succeed? This life of hiding and running is really unbearable... I can't use magic... I don't even feel like a wizard anymore."

The cellar hall was brighter and much noisier than the passageway, with strange cutting sounds and muffled wailing noises faintly audible.

The tall figure buried his head in the Mesopotamian Daily, carefully reading the text, and letting out a somewhat neurotic laugh.

"It'll be soon! As long as it brings death and disaster to the world... Things are different now... It will become increasingly difficult for them to use the secrecy law to maintain their secrecy in a corner of the world."

“Those Muggles will eventually find them… A new struggle will inevitably begin… But the ultimate victor will surely be Isaiah…”

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The tall figure suddenly fell silent. He looked toward the direction of the cellar passage, where a strange, small creature appeared, which looked like an echidna with a duck-like bill.

Serena Pendragon then appeared, waved at the strange creature, and showed off the Galleons in her hand, "Niffler, come here!"

As the Niffler pounced on Galleon, she quickly raised her wand and cast a spell on the two figures not far away, "Ravisa!"

The two figures were completely powerless to resist and were lifted into the air by an invisible force, unable to break free no matter what they did.

Serena Pendragon continued chanting the spell, "Avada..."

“Have you forgotten?” Orminus Gaunt’s voice rang out. “We’d better not use the Killing Curse; we can’t just give the Isaiahs an extra boost. We have other ways to deal with them.”

“I’ve gotten used to the Killing Curse, so this spell just came to mind…” Serena Pendragon shrugged nonchalantly, changing her wand-waving gesture, “and landed with a thud!”

As she chanted the incantation, the two figures were slammed to the ground like nails by an invisible force, their eyes rolling back as they lost consciousness.

Sniff snatched the Galleons from Serena Pendragon's hand, hurriedly stuffed them into his pocket, and then ran towards one of the unconscious figures.

It fumbled for the pocket on the robe, eagerly tore it open, grabbed the Galleons inside, and stuffed them into its own pocket.

“They’re quite clever, never using magic…” Serena Pendragon remarked, watching the Nifflers’ actions. “Without the Nifflers, catching you would be really difficult.”

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Many people emerged from around the cellar hall, and various magical lights appeared, instantly illuminating the cellar hall.

Serena Pendragon narrowed her eyes slightly, and only when all the magic came before her did she suddenly raise her wand to cast a magical barrier, blocking all the incoming magic.

After a burst of light, several more figures appeared behind her and cast spells at the people in the cellar hall.

After a fierce battle, Serena Pendragon finished off the remaining men by binding them all together.

After finishing all that, she picked up the *Mesopotamian Daily* and read the front-page article: [Fire Dragon Strikes New York, Secrecy Law in Danger, How Will the Magical Congress Turn the Tide?]

“Are we too late?” Ominis Gaunt sniffed and suddenly sighed.

“It’s never too late for a wizard,” Sebastian Saru said, walking up to Orminus Gaunt. “Besides, we’ve already taken care of them.”

“Let’s go inside and take a look!” Serena Pendragon stretched and instructed the others, “Take them out first, and we’ll decide what to do with them once we’re out.”

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The three, wands in hand, headed towards the darker part of the cellar hall.

A pungent smell of blood wafted over, and the ground became sticky.