When Foggy awarded the last Level 3 medal with a white ribbon to Hermione, thunderous applause erupted from below the podium.
"The sorting hat must have made a mistake. No matter how you look at it, Hermione should be in Ravenclaw." Ron stared unblinkingly at Hermione on the stage, his tone sour. "She loves to study, has excellent grades, and has a common language with those weirdos in Ravenclaw. Instead, she's not so enthusiastic about her own school's classmates."
"Not only that, she can even command Malfoy!" Ron twisted his arms in front of his chest and continued to attack Malfoy. "She can still smile so brightly at Malfoy's ugly rat face."
The Gryffindor students around him did not agree with Ron, but they did not refute him. This in itself represented their attitude. Gryffindor had the least number of students participating in the training class among the four academies. Not to mention winning the School Championship, after this bonus point, they were even surpassed by Hufflepuff and left in the dust, becoming the academy at the bottom.
"Next, Allen Harris …" Dumbledore said. The auditorium suddenly became exceptionally quiet. "… He has shown great courage, outstanding courage, and outstanding strength. For this, the Sir Merlin Legion has decided to award Allen Harris — a Level 1 medal. In addition, I would also like to award Ravenclaw Academy sixty points. "
If someone were standing outside the auditorium at this moment, they might think that there was an explosion here. The cheers at Ravenclaw's dining table grew louder and louder. Edward and Michael stood up and cheered loudly. Almost all the young wizards stood up and clapped their hands desperately to show their respect for the most outstanding student in the history of Hogwarts.
Ellen gracefully walked onto the stage and received the medal with a green ribbon from Foggy, who had always had a kind smile on his face.
The green ribbon on the First-Class Badge represented the Slytherin Academy that Merlin was from, but it was now worn by a Wizard from Ravenclaw.
However, what was interesting was that Slytherin Academy didn't seem to be dissatisfied at all. They respected the strong, and with Family Harris' influence and Allen's outstanding strength, they showed an attitude of leaning towards Allen.
Not only that, but after the little wizards enjoyed a delicious celebratory meal, they also took out the latest version of the chocolate frog. They didn't want to taste the chocolate, but to open the pictures inside.
"There are pictures in the Chocolate Frogs. You know, you can collect them. They're all famous wizards. I've collected more than five hundred of them. Originally, I've already collected all of them. Now, I'm only missing Allen Harris." Ron looked at Colin Creevey's younger brother, first-year student Dennis Creevey, who was fiddling with the picture of Allen that he had just opened.
"Then I'll give it to you. My dad won an award last year and stopped working as a milkman to open his own shop. When school started, he gave me a lot of pocket money. I basically didn't use it before, but I spent it all on this today. I bought a lot, maybe I can open it." Dennis Creevey pushed the card in Ron's direction and touched the pile of unopened Chocolate Frogs on the table.
Ron stared at the Chocolate Frogs on the table. Allen was wearing the H94 uniform and smiled gently at Ron. Under the illumination of the overhead lights, Allen's light blonde hair and light blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the picture.
With a "pa", Ron flipped the picture over and slapped the side with Allen's head on the table. The following words stung his heart again:
Allen Harris, currently studying at Hogwarts.
Winner of the First-Class Merlin Medal.
Recognized as the best ball seeker of the present age.
Champion of the Wizard Tournament.
Allen's well-known contributions include:
Saved a lot of Muggle and Aura's lives.
Contributed the spell to summon hellhounds.
Ron quickly turned his head and pushed the card into the table.
Thinking about the collection that was just short of this card, Ron grabbed the card again and stuffed it back into his pocket.
After the banquet, Hermione, who had won the medal, hurried to find Allen.
"Allen, Dobby just came over and told me that my Thunderbird egg will hatch this weekend. Would you like to go and see it together? " Hermione's face was red and happy. Her brown hair was shaking behind her as she ran.
"Allen, I'll go too." Malfoy's voice sounded behind them.
Hermione looked at Malfoy in surprise. Although their relationship had eased recently, she couldn't imagine that Malfoy would want to go to the house of the mud in his eyes. Maybe he hasn't seen a Thunderbird hatch and is curious? It's really childish.
In fact, Malfoy was told by Lucius Malfoy to have a good relationship with the people around Allen. In addition, because Hermione got the Merlin medal this time, Malfoy proposed to go together although he hated Muggle.
Finally, this weekend, Hermione, Allen, Luna, and Malfoy sneaked out of the Hogwarts and went to Hermione's house.
Hermione also invited Harry, but Harry declined Hermione's invitation because of Ron's relationship and Malfoy's presence.
In Hermione's house, the little Wizards were warmly entertained by the Granger couple. Even the picky Malfoy had to admit that the tea and snacks provided by Hermione's parents were to his liking. Even if none of them were sweet, the combination of Muggle and wizard cooking techniques was a novelty that made Malfoy, who had only intended to take a few bites out of courtesy, gobbled up his portion.
After Hermione confirmed the guest list, she assigned Dobby the task of entertaining them. At the same time, she also sent a letter to her parents, hoping that they could fully cooperate with Dobby.
The Grangers let DOBBY do what he wanted except for the desserts, who insisted on their own sugar-free view.
As a house elf who used to be a pureblood family, D.O.B.I. was really good at preparing a feast. What's more, he knew the taste of everyone in the Malfoy Family like the back of his hand. It was easy for him to satisfy the picky Malfoy.
However, the pride of the Malfoys as adepts and their disdain for Muggles had already been deeply ingrained in his bones and blood. Even though he thought the food tasted pretty good, he was still rather dissatisfied with the fact that the Granger Family allowed their house elf to appear in front of their guests without any qualms. Not to mention, this house elf used to belong to their family! But due to the instructions of Lucius Malfoy, he tried not to show too much of his emotions.
Although he was polite, he never took the initiative to talk to the Granger couple. In addition to maintaining his demeanor as a pureblood, Malfoy tried his best to control himself from watching the so-called TV in the Muggle, although he was particularly eager to walk over and take a closer look at what Hermione called soap operas. Unlike the posters of Wizards, they could make sounds and seemed to be able to move freely in them without repetition for a long time, which made Malfoy very curious.
Allen, on the other hand, fell into deep thought while watching TV that he had not watched for a long time. In a few years, with the popularization of the Internet and the arrival of the digital information age, cameras installed everywhere and satellites constantly rising into the sky would make it more and more difficult or even impossible for Wizards to hide themselves so easily and keep the magic world from being discovered by the Muggle.
Since knowing that his family was the so-called remnants of Grindelwald, he had also studied Grindelwald's ideas. He was actually very prophetic, but some of his ideas were not suitable at that time. They were too far ahead of the situation at that time. His methods were too cruel, so he was regarded as a madman by conservatives. But it was not necessarily inappropriate in the future, as long as the radical methods were moderated …
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