Indeed, just as Allen had observed, the wizards of the Ministry of Magic took pride in receiving the Sir Merlin Medal. In fact, all wizards found it hard to resist the temptation of receiving the Sir Merlin Medal, but the members of the upper class and the Ministry of Magic were more concerned about it.
Allen wasn't too keen on it. After all, as long as one's reputation was tainted, the medal could be taken back. However, he understood why the wizards in the magic world were so enthusiastic about it.
The Sir Merlin Medal was founded in the middle of the eleventh century by a famous medieval wizard, Sir Merlin. It was one of the earliest magic organizations in the magic world and had a great reputation. After centuries of development, the Sir Merlin Medal had become the largest and most outstanding wizard organization in the magic world. It was also the only wizard organization in the magic world that wasn't under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. At the same time, it was recognized by the Ministry of Magic as an outstanding international wizard organization. The Sir Merlin Medal was one of the most honorable medals in the magic world. The highest honor in the magic world was to receive the Sir Merlin Medal.
For Magi who flaunted themselves as members of the upper class, obtaining the Sir Merlin Medal could show off their status. For Magi of the Ministry of Magic, obtaining the medal could add a brilliant stroke to their resume and be beneficial to their future.
"Owen, we have to hurry, lest we miss the award time." Mrs. Harris urged. But soon, she also slowed down to delay the time.
Halfway through the hall, there was a group of golden statues that were slightly larger than life standing in the middle of a circular pool. The statues were of wizards, witches, centaurs, fairies and so on. They were all very lifelike. But what made Mrs. Harris stop in her tracks wasn't these exquisite statues. It was because when she passed by the fountain, she saw many silver and bronze coins flickering at the bottom of the pool. Next to the pool, there was a small sign that had been dirtied. It read:
All proceeds from the magic fountain will be donated to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital to treat magical diseases and injuries.
Mrs. Harris was a nurse at St. Mungo's Magic Hospital. She was very clear that the hospital needed a large sum of money, so she didn't hesitate to take out a handful of bronze nats and sprinkle them into the pool. Daisy did the same. Don't ask why it wasn't a gold coin. Mrs. Harris obviously wasn't that generous.
Many grains of sand make a tower, and many little grains make a mickle. Although the number of Nats was small, the intention was heavy. There is absolutely no need for us to be too harsh. For ordinary people, it was already very praiseworthy to be kind and do good deeds under the premise that they could ensure their own livelihood.
After that, their journey went smoothly. Realizing that it was almost time for the award ceremony, Mr. Harris sped up and stopped showing off his medal to everyone he knew. They successfully passed the wand test, passed through several doors, and came to a smaller hall, where at least twenty golden latticed elevators were working.
They lined up in front of a section with fewer people and quickly entered the elevator. The elevator door closed with a whoosh and began to climb slowly. When the same female voice that Allen had heard in the phone booth rang out again, the elevator chain made a clicking sound. The female voice announced the office of the floor one by one, and the crowd went in and out.
In the end, only Mr. Harris and his family of seven were left in the elevator. They rose to the first floor.
"We've arrived at the first floor. The Ministry of Magic's office and the logistics department, as well as the small auditorium." The female voice in the phone booth reported the address emotionlessly.
"We're here." Mr. Harris took the lead and walked out of the elevator. Looking at the blue sky outside the window, Allen was a little absent-minded. Wasn't the Ministry of Magic underground?
"Dad, are we back on the surface?" Emily asked the question Allen wanted to ask.
"We're still underground. Those are magic windows. The Magic Maintenance Department determines the weather every day. The last time they asked for a raise, we experienced two months of hurricane weather … Turn this way! "
They turned a corner and passed through two thick oak doors. It was very quiet here, unlike the noise on the floor below. Unknowingly, their footsteps became lighter. Passing by the big office with the sign of the logistics department and the closed door of the minister's office, they walked to the end of the corridor. They had arrived at their destination — the small auditorium.
The family tidied up their attire outside the door, and Mr. Harris pushed open the heavy door and walked in.
The moment they entered, several gazes fell on them. On the rostrum at the top of the auditorium, there were three male wizards. Allen was pleasantly surprised to find that Professor Dumbledore was one of them, smiling at him.
When Allen and his family were guided to the first row by a tall and thin wizard, Allen found that his favorite professor, Fleevy, was also sitting in the first row, smiling and waving at him. Without hesitation, Allen walked to Professor Fleevy and sat down.
Not long after they sat down, the tall and thin wizard walked to the rostrum and introduced the purpose of everyone's gathering, as well as the guests present. It turned out that there were two other people on the rostrum. One of them was the minister of the Ministry of Magic, Foggy, and the other was the chairman of the Wizard's Association, Ogilvy Scarman. "Ogilvy Scarman.
Next, Scarman once again explained the origin and status of the Sir Merlin Medal. Allen noticed that other than his little sister, Emily, his family was clearly aware of this, but they still listened with great interest. Mr. Harris was even more excited, nodding his head repeatedly.
"For this award ceremony, we have specially invited the minister of the Ministry of Magic, Connelly Foggy. And the principal of the Hogwarts, Albus Scarman. Dumbledore will be the witness. "After a long speech, it was finally time for the award ceremony.
"I hereby announce that for successfully subduing the mutated sea snake on the beach in Cornwall, Owen Scarman. Six people, including Harris, have received the Level 3 Medal of the Sir Merlin Medal. Please come to the stage to receive your award. " President Scamman announced cheerfully, as if he had received the medal himself.
Mrs. Harris had entrusted his little sister, Emily, to Professor Fleevy for the time being. After all, she did not contribute in the matter of the sea snake, so it was normal that she did not receive the Level 3 Medal.
Just as Ogilvy was about to give them the medal, a loud voice barged in. "I object!"
Allen looked and saw that it was Mr. Malfoy. His platinum hair was neatly combed behind his head as he strode in.
"Mr. Malfoy, what do you object to?" Ogilvy asked curiously.
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