With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

But that's precisely what's wrong.

“We…are we still underground?” Hermione asked the crucial question. “Where is this sunlight coming from?”

“These windows have been enchanted.”

Tonks explained, "The Magical Maintenance Department decides what the weather is like every day. Last time we had a hurricane here for two months because they wanted to raise wages."

The Great Hall where the Ministry of Magic holds large events is located at the end of the corridor.

When they entered the hall, there were already hundreds of Wizengamo members dressed in various formal attire, as well as recipients of the Order of Merlin, chatting in small groups in the audience.

This is the grand occasion of awarding the First Class Medal.

If you only have a second or third-class medal, then at most a few members of the Wizengamo will come to award you the medal, and then a dozen or twenty other wizards who are also medal recipients will come to support you.

After all, there are shady dealings involved in the awarding of medals, especially among second- and third-class medals, which naturally greatly reduces their prestige.

The moment they entered, the jazz band members in the audience cast friendly glances at them.

Among these people, Levin also saw many familiar faces.

For example, Dumbledore, sitting on the high platform in the Great Hall, was talking to an old man about his age. When he saw Levin, he pointed him out to the old man next to him.

For example, Professor Felix Flitwick, the head of Ravenclaw, had been looking at Levin and Cirico, who were to be honored today, with a kind expression on his face as they entered.

There was another witch he had never seen before, but Levin recognized her at first glance.

She wore a blue-purple cape with gold trim, a white dress, and purple high heels, which complemented her beautiful blonde hair and pretty face.

Even on their first meeting, Levin could still say her name: Gianna Proudmoore.

There's no way around it; even in a different world, this girl's fashion sense remains the same. It's no wonder she's unrecognizable.

When Levin saw Jaina, she also saw them.

Jaina nodded to Tonks, then looked at Levin with interest, as if she recognized him as well.

Led by Tonks, the group sat down in the first row of the audience.

In his previous life, Levin encountered some leaders who enjoyed giving long, tedious speeches on important occasions.

Cornelius Fudge, as Minister for Magic, a member of Wizengamor, and a recipient of the Order of Merlin, also spoke for over an hour on the Great Hall's stage.

The style of the speech was naturally consistent.

First, naturally, the origin and status of the Order of Merlin are explained, and the glorious past of the Ministry of Magic and the Order of Merlin is reviewed.

This leads to the description of the flourishing state of the British magical world under his rule.

Finally, I would like to thank all sectors of society for their support of the award.

Before Levin fell completely asleep, the topic of the awards finally came up.

But Fudge still has a trick up his sleeve.

After praising Levin and Ciri, Fudge attributed this to Hogwarts' strong support and the Ministry of Magic's generous assistance.

To put it simply: Fudge shamelessly tried to piggyback on the honors of the two, and fearing criticism, he dragged Dumbledore into it.

Finally, before Levin could unleash a fireball on his face, Fudge began the awards ceremony.

Dumbledore then stepped onto the stage and waved to the two men.

In his hands were two exquisite boxes.

"I am honored to announce that Mr. Levin Green has been awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, for his successful participation in subduing a dark wizard attempting to attack Muggles on a Cornish beach, killing the adult chimera released by the dark wizard, protecting the Muggles on the beach, and upholding the Statute of Wizardry Secrecy."

"Ms. Cerella Rayanen was awarded the Order of Merlin Second Class for her successful participation in subduing a dark wizard attempting to attack Muggles on a Cornish beach, protecting the Muggles on the beach, and upholding the Wizarding Secrets Act."

"Please come up to the stage to receive your award."

Connelly Fudge announced it with great excitement, as if he himself had received a medal.

Dumbledore opened the box, and Fudge took out a gold medal with a green ribbon and placed it around Levin's neck.

He then placed a second-class medal with a purple ribbon around Ciri's neck.

A series of "click" sounds rang out

The scene was permanently recorded by the media present.

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Chapter 94 Jaina's Meeting

Levin and Ciri, adorned with their medals, stood like puppets at the beckoning of Minister of Magic Fudge, lining up with him and Dumbledore, and naturally posed for the photographers.

After the awards ceremony, the two left the stage.

Dumbledore leaned over, patted Levin on the shoulder, and said kindly, “Congratulations, Mr. Green, you did a great job this time. You should be the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class. And you, Miss Ciri, I didn’t expect you two to still be so in sync outside the Quidditch pitch.”

“Thank you, Professor. It was just a coincidence. Anyone would have helped in such a dangerous situation,” Levin said politely and humbly. “Besides, Ciri also helped me a lot.”

"It was just a matter of helping someone in need," Ciri said calmly.

“That’s far too modest, Mr. Levin Green, Miss Cerira Rayanlan… Oh, I can call you sir now. By the way, Sir Green, I’ve heard Headmaster Dumbledore mention you before; you’ve been doing very well academically, haven’t you?”

The old man who had been standing next to Dumbledore also came forward, his words full of admiration for Levin.

“You are… Mr. Newt Scamander.”

Just as Levin was wondering who the other person was, Professor Livy, who happened to come over to offer his congratulations, revealed the truth in one fell swoop.

So the short professor proudly boasted to him about his prized student.

“That’s right, Levin is the most talented and hardworking student I’ve ever seen. I think he’s almost on par with an adult wizard in terms of the effectiveness of some spells.”

"In fact, Mr. Green is also very accomplished in other areas."

Newt Scamander nodded, inadvertently pointing out another surprising fact:

"I have read Mr. Green's anatomical research paper on the chimera. I must say, you put forward a rather bold hypothesis, but the whole argumentation process is very rigorous, which makes people admire you. You are indeed born to do research."

Upon hearing this, Professor Flitwick looked at Levin with a shocked expression, as if to say: You little rascal, how many more surprises do you have that I don't know about?

"Ah! Mr. Scamander, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick, hello! I'm so sorry, but could I possibly give our heroes an exclusive interview?"

A sharp, exaggerated voice rang out, its affected tone unpleasant.

Levin looked in the direction of the sound.

She was a witch in a magenta robe, her hair styled into elaborate, stiff, and oddly curly waves that looked particularly awkward against her large chin. She wore jeweled glasses, and her thick, fleshy fingers clutched a crocodile-skin handbag with two-inch-long, bright red nail polish.

“Oh, hello Ms. Skeeter,”

Flitwick greeted her and then introduced her, saying, “This is Ms. Rita Skeeter, a contributor to the Daily Prophet, and also from Ravenclaw. Although I only taught her for three years, I was very impressed with her writing.”

“Thank you! Professor Flitwick, you actually remember me!” Rita Skeeter was clearly surprised.

Through his telepathic abilities, Levin could sense that the villain from the original story was deeply moved.

Professor Flitwick, that lovely little old man, is indeed a wonderful teacher.

Since that's the case, Levin also intends to give Professor Flitwick some face.

"Hopefully this interview won't take too long."

After saying that, Levin nodded to Flitwick and the others, and together with Ciri, followed Rita Skeeter to a corner of the Great Hall.

To Levin's surprise, the female journalist, known for exaggeration and distortion of facts in the original work, didn't ask any pointed questions, and she recorded all of Levin and Ciri's answers truthfully.

Levin almost thought she had changed her personality.

Before coming, Levin had been thinking of using some magic to teach her a lesson, but now it seemed unnecessary.

It seems Professor Flitwick's influence extends beyond just himself.

As the interview ended, Levin was about to go back to find the professors when he suddenly saw Tonks and her mother, Ms. Andromeda, hurrying towards them.

"So you were here, Levin,"

Tonks looked very happy.

"Come with me, Ms. Proudmoore would like to get to know you."

Jaina? What does she want with me?

Before I could even go there myself, the other party came knocking on my door.

This made Levin feel a little strange.

However, coincidentally, one of Levin's purposes in coming today was to get to know her.

That's good, at least I don't need to deliberately find any reasons.

As for Lady Andromeda, she took Ciri back to find Hermione, while Miss Granger had been with the Tonks.

To Levin's surprise, Jaina met him not in the Great Hall, but in a side hall, and it was a completely private meeting between the two of them, with even Tonks remaining at the door of the side hall.

There must be something strange about this.

In the side hall, Levin and Jaina sat facing each other at a round table, with two desserts and black tea in front of them.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir Levin Green. I've heard from Tonks that you're an incredible boy, and seeing you today, I realize she wasn't exaggerating."

Upon meeting, Jaina made no secret of her admiration for Levin.

“That’s too kind of you. Actually, Tonks often mentions Ms. Proudmore to me, and her words are full of admiration. I’ve long admired you, but today I’ve discovered that you’re even more charming than she describes.”

Being praised like that by a 12-year-old boy, Gianna couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, "Look at what you're saying, I'm almost 40 years old, old enough to be your mother."

"Oh, is that so?" Levin feigned surprise. "I was thinking of calling you Jaina, my sister."

If anyone who knows Levin heard this, they would definitely scold him for deliberately acting cute and shamelessly calling a 12-year-old "sister" to 36-year-old Jaina.

However, judging from her appearance alone, Jaina certainly doesn't look like a 30-year-old. Arcane mages have many ways to maintain their appearance.

Furthermore, as a former Warcraft player who fantasized about Jaina, calling her "sister" is already the biggest compromise I can make.

If it were his past life, he would definitely have called her "wife" on the spot.

You're asking Levin to call Gianna "Auntie," he definitely won't agree.

Finally, and most importantly,

There's nothing wrong with being cute; the biggest waste is not using your high charm and passive ability, "Charm of Humans."