Chapter 238 Award Ceremony
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Qing Mo Da Xian
The late recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class, was so popular that even Hermione and Ginny were a little distracted.
Beneath his high-quality appearance are all kinds of magical experiences.
Coupled with the connotation of being able to write a bestseller, it is hard not to be attracted to witches in the wizarding world from the top down to the point where they just walk away.
Even Vincent, who has seen the big world, has to admit his super-first-line software and hardware capabilities.
"It's disgusting to me—" Fred shook his body, "he looks fairer than Seid, but behaves more pussy."
"That's right." George rubbed his palms against his shoulders, "Even more flamboyant than Malfoy."
Cedric said in a daze, "Sorry, I'm not a bitch."
"Oh~" The twins answered perfunctorily.
Most of the men present were actually in the same mood as them.
The most prominent is the tense Eric.
If it wasn't for Evelyn's calm performance, he probably would have gone over and beaten her up long ago.
Arthur is okay, after all, he has already gotten used to it.
Chris, who seems to be gentle and gentle, has already been cursing in his heart.
Jane acted like a little girl, screaming with Molly several times.
Of course, there are also many who are really calm.
For example, Vincent who is considering fandom in the magic world;
Another example is Lucius with an elegant smile;
Another example is Dumbledore who lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.
Lockhart's speed was very slow. It took him a full 10 minutes to get from the entrance of the venue to the first row of audience.
According to a well-known reporter at the scene who did not want to be named, Lockhart turned his head 10 times in these 233 minutes and posed 123 different poses that could be used as headline pictures.
"I'm very sorry—" He bowed 90 degrees to the members of the Wizengamot, "I committed an unforgivable crime."
Master!
Vincent had to admire this professional ability.
Beluth Ogden, who is also a veteran of the Wizengamot like Marchban, will not accept this trick.
He straightened his face, "What's the reason?"
Lockhart straightened up, with a slightly sad look in his eyes, "On such an important occasion, I must prepare a decent set of clothes for myself."
Decent enough indeed.
"Do you think it would be—"
"Okay, Belus." Marchban shook his head with a smile, "Too entangled in this trivial matter will make our Wizengamot petty."
Ogden's face was still ugly, "Grselda, we can't delay any longer."
"Yes, let's begin."
With these words falling, the venue seemed to expand several times in an instant, and the ceiling and walls disappeared.
The scene outside is the bustling city center of London, which doesn't look like a pre-recorded video.
Vincent looked at it for a moment, and found that it was a kind of projection magic realized through alchemy items.
Those speeding cars and pedestrians on the road are all real-time images of the city center.
To launch such a large-scale combined magic, at least hundreds of adult wizards are needed.
If you want to monitor the world...
A legendary alchemist is a legendary alchemist.
After discussing with the members of the Wizengamot, Fudge came to the stage.
He tapped his throat with his wand, "This year, we have seven recipients of the Order of Merlin!"
After the applause became smaller, his eyes swept over the seven people below one by one.
"First, Gilderoy Lockhart!
He is very brave in the face of dark creatures, and he introduces various defense methods in detail in his works. "
Lockhart took off his cloak and stepped onto the stage at a slower pace than before.
He took two steps and then retreated, posing a pose before going up, which made the already polarized mood of the guests even more extreme.
"Slutty!" Fred spat, "It's even hotter than Seid!"
"That's right!" George said with contempt on his face, "I used to only know that my mother's eyesight was bad, so it turns out that they are all like that."
Cedric felt offended again.
Just as he was about to refute, Lockhart stood on the stage.
A waiter came to Fudge with an exquisite wooden box.
"This medal is used to commend him for translating his experience into words, so that more people can follow him on adventures!"
After Lockhart received the gold and white ribbon medal, a burst of intense white light flickered all around him.
For such an important occasion, of course, reporters from major newspapers are indispensable.
They are all dressed up, and you really can't tell if you don't know each other.
Vincent looked around and finally settled on a lady who covered half of her face with a silk scarf.
No matter how you hide it, this change -- the air of vanity is still there.
Rita, who was taking pictures, suddenly felt chills down her spine, and subconsciously looked towards the front row.
What should come always comes.
She simply took off the silk scarf, and returned a smile that she thought was full of affinity.
"Second place, Rolf Scamander!
He protected the Sorcerer's Stone from the cruel dark wizard Quirinus Quirrell, and played an irreplaceable role at the critical moment! "
Newt, who was originally in the corner, walked like flying, and came to Rove in the blink of an eye and hugged him.
Vincent left a meaningful smile before looking away.
With a bitter face, Rita tore up the small notebook filled with writing.
Without this warning, the other five winners would all be bombarded by her.
Lockhart?
Discipline doesn't matter at all.
What matters is sales!
"Third, Cedric Diggory—
Fourth, Fred Weasley—
Fifth, George Weasley—”
One by one, Fudge gave them their Order of the Second Class with gold and purple ribbons.
"Sixth, Hermione Granger—"
Vincent's eyes widened.
Awards are presented in order of age.
"At the most critical moment, she cast a stun spell on Quirinus Quirrell, creating an excellent opportunity!"
Hermione on stage smiled at him.
Hogwarts only delivers letters to wizards who are 11 or older.
For example, Cedric, who was born on September 9, is one year older than Fred and George.
The second surprise came so suddenly that Vincent didn't recover until Fudge called his name.
"The seventh and last—
Vincent Wayne! "
The applause was even louder than that of Lockhart, covering the entire venue in an instant.
Seriously or not, all the guests, including the Malfoys, applauded vigorously.
Eric and Evelyn hug Vincent at the same time.
"We really are the finale!"
"Keep your voice down, you know I don't like that Lockhart."
They are all carefully sorting out Vincent's style.
"It's perfect enough." Vincent walked onto the stage with a confident smile.
Fudge picked up the last medal, "He severely injured Quirinus Quirrell, allowing this cruel dark wizard to enjoy that he can no longer do evil!"
The moment Vincent caught it, the applause was much louder than before.
……
……
Beneath his high-quality appearance are all kinds of magical experiences.
Coupled with the connotation of being able to write a bestseller, it is hard not to be attracted to witches in the wizarding world from the top down to the point where they just walk away.
Even Vincent, who has seen the big world, has to admit his super-first-line software and hardware capabilities.
"It's disgusting to me—" Fred shook his body, "he looks fairer than Seid, but behaves more pussy."
"That's right." George rubbed his palms against his shoulders, "Even more flamboyant than Malfoy."
Cedric said in a daze, "Sorry, I'm not a bitch."
"Oh~" The twins answered perfunctorily.
Most of the men present were actually in the same mood as them.
The most prominent is the tense Eric.
If it wasn't for Evelyn's calm performance, he probably would have gone over and beaten her up long ago.
Arthur is okay, after all, he has already gotten used to it.
Chris, who seems to be gentle and gentle, has already been cursing in his heart.
Jane acted like a little girl, screaming with Molly several times.
Of course, there are also many who are really calm.
For example, Vincent who is considering fandom in the magic world;
Another example is Lucius with an elegant smile;
Another example is Dumbledore who lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.
Lockhart's speed was very slow. It took him a full 10 minutes to get from the entrance of the venue to the first row of audience.
According to a well-known reporter at the scene who did not want to be named, Lockhart turned his head 10 times in these 233 minutes and posed 123 different poses that could be used as headline pictures.
"I'm very sorry—" He bowed 90 degrees to the members of the Wizengamot, "I committed an unforgivable crime."
Master!
Vincent had to admire this professional ability.
Beluth Ogden, who is also a veteran of the Wizengamot like Marchban, will not accept this trick.
He straightened his face, "What's the reason?"
Lockhart straightened up, with a slightly sad look in his eyes, "On such an important occasion, I must prepare a decent set of clothes for myself."
Decent enough indeed.
"Do you think it would be—"
"Okay, Belus." Marchban shook his head with a smile, "Too entangled in this trivial matter will make our Wizengamot petty."
Ogden's face was still ugly, "Grselda, we can't delay any longer."
"Yes, let's begin."
With these words falling, the venue seemed to expand several times in an instant, and the ceiling and walls disappeared.
The scene outside is the bustling city center of London, which doesn't look like a pre-recorded video.
Vincent looked at it for a moment, and found that it was a kind of projection magic realized through alchemy items.
Those speeding cars and pedestrians on the road are all real-time images of the city center.
To launch such a large-scale combined magic, at least hundreds of adult wizards are needed.
If you want to monitor the world...
A legendary alchemist is a legendary alchemist.
After discussing with the members of the Wizengamot, Fudge came to the stage.
He tapped his throat with his wand, "This year, we have seven recipients of the Order of Merlin!"
After the applause became smaller, his eyes swept over the seven people below one by one.
"First, Gilderoy Lockhart!
He is very brave in the face of dark creatures, and he introduces various defense methods in detail in his works. "
Lockhart took off his cloak and stepped onto the stage at a slower pace than before.
He took two steps and then retreated, posing a pose before going up, which made the already polarized mood of the guests even more extreme.
"Slutty!" Fred spat, "It's even hotter than Seid!"
"That's right!" George said with contempt on his face, "I used to only know that my mother's eyesight was bad, so it turns out that they are all like that."
Cedric felt offended again.
Just as he was about to refute, Lockhart stood on the stage.
A waiter came to Fudge with an exquisite wooden box.
"This medal is used to commend him for translating his experience into words, so that more people can follow him on adventures!"
After Lockhart received the gold and white ribbon medal, a burst of intense white light flickered all around him.
For such an important occasion, of course, reporters from major newspapers are indispensable.
They are all dressed up, and you really can't tell if you don't know each other.
Vincent looked around and finally settled on a lady who covered half of her face with a silk scarf.
No matter how you hide it, this change -- the air of vanity is still there.
Rita, who was taking pictures, suddenly felt chills down her spine, and subconsciously looked towards the front row.
What should come always comes.
She simply took off the silk scarf, and returned a smile that she thought was full of affinity.
"Second place, Rolf Scamander!
He protected the Sorcerer's Stone from the cruel dark wizard Quirinus Quirrell, and played an irreplaceable role at the critical moment! "
Newt, who was originally in the corner, walked like flying, and came to Rove in the blink of an eye and hugged him.
Vincent left a meaningful smile before looking away.
With a bitter face, Rita tore up the small notebook filled with writing.
Without this warning, the other five winners would all be bombarded by her.
Lockhart?
Discipline doesn't matter at all.
What matters is sales!
"Third, Cedric Diggory—
Fourth, Fred Weasley—
Fifth, George Weasley—”
One by one, Fudge gave them their Order of the Second Class with gold and purple ribbons.
"Sixth, Hermione Granger—"
Vincent's eyes widened.
Awards are presented in order of age.
"At the most critical moment, she cast a stun spell on Quirinus Quirrell, creating an excellent opportunity!"
Hermione on stage smiled at him.
Hogwarts only delivers letters to wizards who are 11 or older.
For example, Cedric, who was born on September 9, is one year older than Fred and George.
The second surprise came so suddenly that Vincent didn't recover until Fudge called his name.
"The seventh and last—
Vincent Wayne! "
The applause was even louder than that of Lockhart, covering the entire venue in an instant.
Seriously or not, all the guests, including the Malfoys, applauded vigorously.
Eric and Evelyn hug Vincent at the same time.
"We really are the finale!"
"Keep your voice down, you know I don't like that Lockhart."
They are all carefully sorting out Vincent's style.
"It's perfect enough." Vincent walked onto the stage with a confident smile.
Fudge picked up the last medal, "He severely injured Quirinus Quirrell, allowing this cruel dark wizard to enjoy that he can no longer do evil!"
The moment Vincent caught it, the applause was much louder than before.
……
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