Chapter 119 Compensation, Order of Merlin
Dean Sacia was silent for a moment and did not continue this topic.
"Let's get down to business first." She looked at Dumbledore and said, "I suspect that someone is making a potion that can affect the transformation of werewolves. The one I encountered today was probably deliberately put into St. Mungo's.
I don't know the reason why he did this. It might be to test the efficacy of the medicine, or it might be to create panic.
But no matter what, this behavior is undoubtedly sacrilegious to St. Mungo's, and I will find that person. "
"Do you need help?" Dumbledore said, "I happen to know a werewolf friend."
"Thank you for your kindness, but no need. I have some friendship with a werewolf group." Dean Sasia pondered: "They are enough."
Dean Sacia's eyes were cold. That person who dared to do such a thing in St. Mungo's had already touched her bottom line.
Fortunately nothing happened today, otherwise St. Mungo's would be really embarrassed.
She needed to let others know that pharmacists had tempers too.
I don't know if it was intentional, but neither of them mentioned the Ministry of Magic during the conversation.
Dumbledore, who was rejected, said nothing more.
It's a werewolf group...there's really no difference if there's one more or one less.
"One last thing, and that's about compensation."
Kyle sat forward unconsciously... He had been waiting for this since just now.
"I'm sorry that our mistakes put you in such a dangerous situation, and St. Mungo's will take full responsibility for this."
Dean Sasia thought for a while and said: "One thousand galleons, this is our compensation to you. I hope you can forgive us for our mistakes."
"In addition, because you stopped the werewolves from committing crimes and preserved the reputation of St. Mungo's, we will reward you with another two thousand Galleons."
Three thousand galleons in total?
Kyle raised his eyebrows, to be honest, it was a little less than he thought.
It is no exaggeration to say that the first few seconds when he met the werewolf were more dangerous than when he faced Oren in the Forbidden Forest.
It only took about a second from taking the wand to casting the first softening spell. If he made the slightest mistake in the middle, he would have been bitten.
In such a life-threatening situation, only three thousand galleons in compensation is really not a lot.
But considering that the other party knew Dumbledore, and because he had spoken to him just now... let's just say three thousand, Dumbledore still had to give him face.
And Kyle is also thin-skinned.
Everyone was talking about this, and he was really embarrassed to open his mouth and ask for the remaining 997,000 Galleons.
Kyle nodded, and just when he was about to agree, he heard Dean Sacia continue.
"Also, the Order of Merlin!"
"What..." Kyle didn't react for a moment. He thought he heard wrongly.
"Medal of the Order of Merlin." Dean Sasia repeated it again. She smiled and said, "I will nominate you personally, but I can't guarantee whether it will be a second-level or third-level award."
This is her true compensation...or a thank you gift.
In her opinion, compared to St. Mungo's reputation, the lives of those patients are the most important.
On the entire second floor, there were almost fifty patients lying on beds. If a werewolf broke into the room at this time, they would be unable to resist.
It can be said that Kyle indirectly saved the lives of fifty wizards. This kind of behavior is completely worthy of a medal of the Order of Merlin.
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Just his age... Dean Sacia frowned.
Kyle is too young, less than twelve years old. If he were older, even if he was just an adult, there would definitely be no problem in obtaining a second-level medal.
But now she can only try her best to fight for it.
Dean Sacia looked at Kyle and asked, "How is it? Are you satisfied?"
"Of course, I'm very satisfied." Kyle smiled, "But...can I replace the galleons with something else?"
"Oh, what do you want to change it to?"
"A potion of equal value." Kyle blurted out: "If possible, I would like it to be made by you, of any kind."
This answer surprised Dean Sacia, and she subconsciously asked: "Why do you want to switch to potions?"
"Because I like potions class." Kyle said without hesitation: "With a bottle of the master's work by my side, I can always understand my shortcomings."
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Next to him, Dumbledore, who was drinking black tea, suddenly choked and almost dropped the cup to the ground.
He wiped his wet beard and said, "Sorry, the tea is a bit hot."
Kyle acted as if he hadn't seen it, his expression remained unchanged, and he continued: "And I am also a little selfish. The value of a potion master's work is much higher than the corresponding Galleons."
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Dean Sasia agreed without much thought, "I will make the potions that the seven grades need to learn in sequence.
But I don't know what they're worth, probably a lot less than three thousand galleons, are you sure? "
"OK, sure." Kyle nodded repeatedly.
He also thought of exchanging galleons for potions on a temporary basis.
The main reason is that he doesn't lack galleons now. Even if he has three thousand more galleons, it will just be left to gather dust in Gringotts.
Might as well change to something else.
From what Dumbledore said just now, it seems that the dean's potion skills are better than Slughorn's.
It's a rare opportunity. If you miss this kind of potion master's work, you won't have it.
After what was said, several people left the tea room compartment.
The people from the Ministry of Magic are still down there, and they are still here to help. As the dean of St. Mungo's, Sacia can't keep silent.
Moreover, two people were injured in the werewolf's original ward on the second floor. Although they were lucky and neither of them were bitten, she still needed to go over and take a look.
When several people came to the fifth floor along the stairs, Kyle saw the round-faced boy again.
He was still standing at the corner of the stairs holding the lunch box, but this time, there was someone behind him, who seemed to be his grandma judging from his age.
The other person was wearing a long dress, holding a large red handbag, and on his head was a hat with a stuffed vulture on it.
The round-faced boy from St. Mungo's, plus the old lady wearing the vulture hat... Kyle probably knew who they were.
"Speak, Neville!"
After seeing Kyle and his group, Mrs. Augusta pushed the boy from behind.
The boy hurriedly put the lunch box aside, walked up to Kyle and said nervously: "Thank you, thank you for saving me...I, I was too scared just now, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I can understand." Kyle looked at him and asked, "What's your name."
"Neville, Neville Longbottom."
