Chapter 886: Honor Ceremony in the Camp
Early in the morning,
Staff from the British Ministry of Magic came to the center of the camp that had been emptied yesterday and busily laid out sections of red carpet using magic.
Countless strong and sturdy wood floated up, little by little forming a three-story high frame.
As soon as the sun rose, a simple yet sophisticated open-air auditorium was built.
The red carpet was covered with golden patterns that symbolized nobility, and the wooden frame was embellished with various gorgeous gems to form a magnificent awarding platform.
When people woke up from their sleep, the open-air auditorium had been decorated extremely gorgeously.
The large-scale weather spell turned the sky into a clear blue, and light, fluffy clouds slowly floated over.
The magic projection covering the entire camp was activated, and countless lush green plants and flowers instantly covered the entire camp.
The sound of birds singing like the music of nature rang out, and smiles appeared on people's faces.
The magic projection creates a strong sense of fantasy, making people feel as if they are in a fairyland.
The high efficiency demonstrated by the British Ministry of Magic successfully fooled the International Confederation of Wizards delegation that was the first to arrive.
The hastily held awards ceremony could be so shocking, the British Ministry of Magic's organizational ability is extraordinary.
As time passed, more and more people came out of the tents, and the smiles on their faces became brighter and brighter.
The invisible haze that had been hanging over the camp seemed to have been completely dispelled, and the delegation began to waver in its decision to intervene in the investigation of the attack.
Since we have the ability to dispel people’s worries and anxieties, then perhaps the best decision is to wait and see for now.
A few minutes later, Wizengamot members dressed in dark purple robes walked into the open-air hall led by Dumbledore.
They are all solemn and dignified, exuding a powerful aura.
Fudge, who was standing behind Dumbledore, looked at the International Confederation of Wizards' delegation, whose faces were filled with anticipation. He then smiled knowingly at the same time as the senior officials of the British Ministry of Magic beside them.
The stage has been set up and the actors are all in place. Now only the protagonists are left to appear. This grand drama for the global magical community can officially begin.
at the same time,
Vincent, who had changed into who knows how many sets of clothes, was being carefully looked at by Hermione in the room.
She walked around him twice and shook her head gently, "Black is too gloomy. I think a lighter color would be more suitable."
Vincent looked at the various clothes that almost filled the entire bed.
These were all newly bought while shopping some time ago, and each piece of clothing was carefully selected by her.
Her difficulty in making decisions is an old problem, but she is the only one who has been struggling with it since dawn until now.
Vincent glanced at the magic communicator on his wrist, "We have less than 10 minutes left."
"Got it." Hermione quickly dug out a brown vest from the pile of clothes on the bed. "Today is your big day representing the British wizarding world. No small details can go wrong."
As Vincent put on his clothes, he glanced at the dark purple robes of the same style as the Wizengamot hanging on the hanger.
It's actually quite good for him to wear this, as it's solemn enough to symbolize his identity as a representative of British youth, and it won't stand out when standing next to the bigwigs in the wizarding world.
The white shirt paired with a brown vest does not look as gloomy as the previous black suit.
Hermione dug out a light grey coat with a stand-up collar from the pile of clothes.
Vincent put it on and looked at himself in the mirror speechlessly.
Awesome! Standing among a group of wizards dressed in dark clothes, he will definitely be the most dazzling one.
Hermione's eyes sparkled, and she was very pleased with his outfit.
"Will it be too conspicuous?"
"Why not? I think it's very suitable."
Vincent silently chose to accept it.
Hermione went to the hanger and removed the purple ribbon from the dark purple robe.
This ribbon was the Order of Merlin, Second Class, which he won for defeating Quirrell the year before, and there was a beautiful medal hanging at the end of the ribbon.
She threaded the ribbon through the strap on the right shoulder of his trench coat and then pinned the medal at the end to the lining of his brown vest.
After finishing all this, the two walked out of the room together.
Before I even got downstairs, I heard bursts of exclamations.
Friends gathered around him and began to comment on his look.
"Brother, you really make people shine today!"
"I'm the protagonist today, so of course I have to dress nicely."
"Tsk tsk - this one is much more energetic than those old guys."
"That's right, they must be dressed in an old-fashioned and rigid way."
Hermione's vision and taste were still very good, and Vincent no longer resisted.
At 8 o'clock in the morning, Fudge's voice sounded on time.
"Today is August 1994, 8. Three days ago in the early hours of the morning we suffered a horrific attack."
The people who were talking to each other stopped and looked at the projection screens in various places in the camp.
Fudge, wearing the purple robes of the Wizengamot, stood at the front of the awarding podium with Dumbledore.
His expression was full of sorrow. “None of us wanted this tragedy to happen, but it just happened without any warning.”
Sadness began to spread little by little.
Fudge clenched his fists and suddenly became excited.
"In this critical moment, someone stepped forward!"
The image on the projection screen switched to outside a luxurious tent.
Fudge raised his fist high, "Please welcome our hero!"
Amidst countless cheers and applause, Vincent walked out of the tent with a smile on his face.
People nearby gathered around him to express their gratitude.
In the opposite tent, which was not visible to the camera, the Malfoy family clapped in a particularly hypocritical manner.
Needless to say, Snape's look was one of disgust.
Although Draco didn't hide it very well, his expression was much better than his.
Vincent's eyes swept across the grateful faces in front of him, and the smile on his face slowly became natural.
Putting on a show doesn't mean everything is fake, some things can never be faked.
Amid the crowd, Vincent slowly walked towards the open-air auditorium in the center of the camp.
He was very relaxed, without any stiffness at all.
The distance was not far, but the journey took a very long time.
He would occasionally stop to chat with people and comfort those who couldn't help crying.
Such a friendly scene instantly spread throughout the global magic community through live broadcast.
As he approached the open-air auditorium, people standing on the periphery automatically made way for him.
"I love you, Vincent!"
Vincent looked in the direction of the voice and saw a burly, rough man.
He took a deep breath and walked quickly towards the open-air auditorium.
"I love you too, Vincent!"
"mua~"
Judging from the voice, it should be a witch, but he had no intention of stopping to interact with her.
More and more wizards and witches confessed their love to him. Hermione, who was standing outside the tent, pouted angrily.
After seeing Vincent's performance, she still felt a little dissatisfied.
Being popular is a good thing, but being too popular may not be.
Soon, Vincent walked into the open air hall and stopped in front of Fudge and Dumbledore.
"Thank you." Fudge hugged him, "Thank you for everything you have done for us."
Dumbledore, who was standing by, took up his handkerchief and wiped his slightly red eyes.
After hugging him almost enough, Fudge released his hand. "In recognition of Mr. Vincent Wayne's heroic performance in the early morning of August 8, the Wizengamot Elders will specially award him a First Class Medal of the Order of Merlin!"
Dumbledore put away his handkerchief and took out an exquisite wooden box from his arms.
After opening it, there was a beautiful gold medal and a green ribbon inside.
Just like the second-class medal, two ribbons, one purple and one green, run from the right shoulder of the light gray coat to the right chest, and are pinned to the brown vest lining with a beautiful medal.
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