Chapter 320 The Wizengamot and the Merlins
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The Wizengamot and the Order of Merlin basically have similar members.
Become the Merlin Sir, then you have a high probability of being drawn into the members of the Wizengamot.
The Wizengamot doesn't have to be a member of the Order of Merlin, but a member of the Order of Merlin must be the Wizengamot.
The Wizengamot is the organization primarily responsible for awarding the Order of Merlin.
This organization is similar to the court of the wizarding world, and is occasionally used for academic exchanges.
This is the situation facing John now, and he stands there poised.
At a glance, there were about a dozen members of the Wizengamot.
The difference is that they put on medals.
He saw an 'acquaintance'. When Harry was interrogated last time, those people supported Harry's defense of innocence.
The oldest was a woman, Greselda Marchban, a woman of considerable educational credentials.
If there is no accident, this year's owl exam is also administered by this old woman.
Not only the current examiner, but also the examiner in the future.
John nodded slightly towards everyone. Instead of sitting down, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there any question that I need to answer now?"
There was some arrogance in his words, which made some people frown in disapproval.
"Six months ago, Mr. Dharma Alex Belby was going to publish an article."
A man with a beard that is common in film and television drama Ah San said: "In that article, we have a few questions, and we need to ask the original author to clarify."
He was polite and didn't directly say that John was rubbish on that paper.
John chuckled and said, "I'd be happy to explain your doubts to you."
After the words fell, a middle-aged man who wrapped himself like a zongzi spoke first, "In this article, it is mentioned about the cracking of the Blood Demon Curse, the refining of the Blood Demon Potion, and the matter about the Blood Demon Potion..."
The man Barabara said a lot, this is a potion master, he is wrapped like a rice dumpling because he is covered with scabies.
The bearded man who spoke got angry and shouted, "Bermus, stop talking nonsense and get to the point!"
Bellmus shrank his neck, looked very funny, and muttered a few words: "Okay, I know, I want to ask about the refining of the blood magic potion and its inspiration."
After asking, everyone looked at John.
John said with a smile: "I need to admit one thing, the credit for the Blood Demon Potion, Dharma Alex is the producer of the original version."
Bellmuth whispered to the people next to him, they thought John had given up.
"However," John changed the subject and said unhurriedly, "I have some suggestions for follow-up improvement."
"In the beginning, the birth of the blood demon potion was just a matter of our interest. You must admit that breaking those seemingly unsolvable curses is very fulfilling."
John said, pacing back and forth in the venue.
From the initial conception of the Blood Demon Potion, to the later improvement of the Wolfsbane Potion, to the changes that John added to it later.
Everyone's expressions changed from contempt at the beginning to seriousness and seriousness later on.
Knowing that the original version was just an improved version of Wolfsbane Potion, even the old man who had invigilated Dumbledore in March class couldn't help but look dull.
They all looked at the papers in their hands, which were copied with the copy spell.
They are all bigwigs in one field, and it can be seen that the only similarity between this thing and Wolfsbane Potion is that they have the same author.
This is not a small suggestion, it is almost a new one.
After John finished making the Blood Demon Potion, he looked at them again.
Belmus' eyes were terribly bright, and he called out to the bearded wizard, "I tell you, Busba, he's a genius."
He was a member of the League of Potion Masters, and like Dharma Alex, both corresponded with John.
He is also the one who most believes that this magical Hogwarts student is not adulterated, and the bearded Busba yelled angrily: "Shut up."
Busba looked at John with a changed expression, and asked seriously: "We have never had a real case for the three levels required to break the Blood Curse: search, crack, and repair."
"With all due respect," John said with a well-placed smile, "we have a real case."
"Ok?"
They became agitated, and Basba was no longer calm, and his voice was a little out of tune, "You mean, you cured one?"
"To be precise," John nodded slowly, "yes."
Let alone Basba now, the centenarian Maqibandu yelled, "We need witnesses."
"of course can."
John was actually reluctant to let Nagini appear in this scene, but Dharma Alex wrote a letter to Nagini behind his back.
Knowing this, Nagini voluntarily attended this place.
As the words fell, a woman in a wheelchair slowly came in from outside.
That youthful appearance made some people uneasy.
Nagini.
Dharma Alex tidied up his clothes and walked out calmly.
He said to those people, "I think it's time for me to come out."
Among them, someone asked Nagini from time to time, and Nagini answered it calmly.
Finally, they checked and came to a startling conclusion.
This woman was once a blood curse sufferer and was cured.
With the facts in front of you, no amount of words is just embellishment.
The way they looked at John changed from unbelief at the beginning, to shock later, and then to horror later.
a student.
He is not only the leader of Dharma Alex, but also the astonishing healer.
Such wisdom, such strength.
Everyone cast eyes of approval and admiration.
As for the previous somewhat arrogant behavior...
Genius, always have some arrogance.
Are young people still called young if they are not arrogant?
"John Wick."
The bearded Busba stood up, and the others followed suit.
Basba said with respect in his tone, "Your discovery has solved an impossibility for the wizarding world."
"Mr. Wick, I can assure you that you will be recognized by the Order of Merlin."
After finishing speaking, Basba bowed his head in respect, and the others also bowed their heads.
Marchban muttered: "Hogwarts' new star, so dazzling, so bright."
After invigilating the owl exams for a lifetime, March class is looking forward to this year's exams.
She hoped to see a guy who was more monstrous than Dumbledore back then.
After today, John Wick's name will go viral.
Not limited to Hogwarts.
The only pity is that the audience of the Blood Demon Potion is not destined to be as wide as that of the Wolfsbane Potion.
The curse of the Blood Curse is also not as widespread.
But even so, it was enough to get a second-class medal.
More importantly, this young man, he is so young.
He will be the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history.
The time for awarding honors was set, which was faster than the last time Dharma Alex.
Because the audience for the Blood Demon Potion is too small, and because the review took half a year.
John goes over the recovery for Nagini.
"By March, you can be back to normal."
"You should get well at the branch first." John checked on her, and she is recovering well.
Nagini smiled and said, "If my appearance can get you the Merlin Medal, I think it's worth it."
John glanced at Dharma Alex, an old man with a cane coquettishly.
"The Merlin Medal can't compare to you," John shook his head and said helplessly, "That lunatic Voldemort is staring at you."
"He thought I was dead," Nagini said with a playful wink, "He probably thought you killed me."
John destroyed the Voldemort fragment in Nagini, which, in Voldemort's view, would not have happened unless Nagini was dead.
So the Death Eaters who broke into the branch didn't know Nagini's identity.
"We can't guarantee that he will have other means," said John, who had seen Voldemort come back from the dead, and was wary of Voldemort's endless means.
Pushing Nagini to the hall of the Ministry of Magic, Johnson stopped John and said cautiously: "Student, you should go back to school."
Nagini pulled John's clothes, let him bend his ears and leaned over, and said slyly: "Johnson is your admirer, it must be interesting to know your identity."
While recovering from illness abroad, the gentle elder sister Nagini also became lively.
John shrugged. It would be interesting for such a strong man to know that the person he admired was a student.
Johnson pushed Nagini away, not forgetting to be vigilant about his surroundings on the way.
Anyone whose gaze stayed on Nagini for three seconds would be glared at by him.
...
Become the Merlin Sir, then you have a high probability of being drawn into the members of the Wizengamot.
The Wizengamot doesn't have to be a member of the Order of Merlin, but a member of the Order of Merlin must be the Wizengamot.
The Wizengamot is the organization primarily responsible for awarding the Order of Merlin.
This organization is similar to the court of the wizarding world, and is occasionally used for academic exchanges.
This is the situation facing John now, and he stands there poised.
At a glance, there were about a dozen members of the Wizengamot.
The difference is that they put on medals.
He saw an 'acquaintance'. When Harry was interrogated last time, those people supported Harry's defense of innocence.
The oldest was a woman, Greselda Marchban, a woman of considerable educational credentials.
If there is no accident, this year's owl exam is also administered by this old woman.
Not only the current examiner, but also the examiner in the future.
John nodded slightly towards everyone. Instead of sitting down, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there any question that I need to answer now?"
There was some arrogance in his words, which made some people frown in disapproval.
"Six months ago, Mr. Dharma Alex Belby was going to publish an article."
A man with a beard that is common in film and television drama Ah San said: "In that article, we have a few questions, and we need to ask the original author to clarify."
He was polite and didn't directly say that John was rubbish on that paper.
John chuckled and said, "I'd be happy to explain your doubts to you."
After the words fell, a middle-aged man who wrapped himself like a zongzi spoke first, "In this article, it is mentioned about the cracking of the Blood Demon Curse, the refining of the Blood Demon Potion, and the matter about the Blood Demon Potion..."
The man Barabara said a lot, this is a potion master, he is wrapped like a rice dumpling because he is covered with scabies.
The bearded man who spoke got angry and shouted, "Bermus, stop talking nonsense and get to the point!"
Bellmus shrank his neck, looked very funny, and muttered a few words: "Okay, I know, I want to ask about the refining of the blood magic potion and its inspiration."
After asking, everyone looked at John.
John said with a smile: "I need to admit one thing, the credit for the Blood Demon Potion, Dharma Alex is the producer of the original version."
Bellmuth whispered to the people next to him, they thought John had given up.
"However," John changed the subject and said unhurriedly, "I have some suggestions for follow-up improvement."
"In the beginning, the birth of the blood demon potion was just a matter of our interest. You must admit that breaking those seemingly unsolvable curses is very fulfilling."
John said, pacing back and forth in the venue.
From the initial conception of the Blood Demon Potion, to the later improvement of the Wolfsbane Potion, to the changes that John added to it later.
Everyone's expressions changed from contempt at the beginning to seriousness and seriousness later on.
Knowing that the original version was just an improved version of Wolfsbane Potion, even the old man who had invigilated Dumbledore in March class couldn't help but look dull.
They all looked at the papers in their hands, which were copied with the copy spell.
They are all bigwigs in one field, and it can be seen that the only similarity between this thing and Wolfsbane Potion is that they have the same author.
This is not a small suggestion, it is almost a new one.
After John finished making the Blood Demon Potion, he looked at them again.
Belmus' eyes were terribly bright, and he called out to the bearded wizard, "I tell you, Busba, he's a genius."
He was a member of the League of Potion Masters, and like Dharma Alex, both corresponded with John.
He is also the one who most believes that this magical Hogwarts student is not adulterated, and the bearded Busba yelled angrily: "Shut up."
Busba looked at John with a changed expression, and asked seriously: "We have never had a real case for the three levels required to break the Blood Curse: search, crack, and repair."
"With all due respect," John said with a well-placed smile, "we have a real case."
"Ok?"
They became agitated, and Basba was no longer calm, and his voice was a little out of tune, "You mean, you cured one?"
"To be precise," John nodded slowly, "yes."
Let alone Basba now, the centenarian Maqibandu yelled, "We need witnesses."
"of course can."
John was actually reluctant to let Nagini appear in this scene, but Dharma Alex wrote a letter to Nagini behind his back.
Knowing this, Nagini voluntarily attended this place.
As the words fell, a woman in a wheelchair slowly came in from outside.
That youthful appearance made some people uneasy.
Nagini.
Dharma Alex tidied up his clothes and walked out calmly.
He said to those people, "I think it's time for me to come out."
Among them, someone asked Nagini from time to time, and Nagini answered it calmly.
Finally, they checked and came to a startling conclusion.
This woman was once a blood curse sufferer and was cured.
With the facts in front of you, no amount of words is just embellishment.
The way they looked at John changed from unbelief at the beginning, to shock later, and then to horror later.
a student.
He is not only the leader of Dharma Alex, but also the astonishing healer.
Such wisdom, such strength.
Everyone cast eyes of approval and admiration.
As for the previous somewhat arrogant behavior...
Genius, always have some arrogance.
Are young people still called young if they are not arrogant?
"John Wick."
The bearded Busba stood up, and the others followed suit.
Basba said with respect in his tone, "Your discovery has solved an impossibility for the wizarding world."
"Mr. Wick, I can assure you that you will be recognized by the Order of Merlin."
After finishing speaking, Basba bowed his head in respect, and the others also bowed their heads.
Marchban muttered: "Hogwarts' new star, so dazzling, so bright."
After invigilating the owl exams for a lifetime, March class is looking forward to this year's exams.
She hoped to see a guy who was more monstrous than Dumbledore back then.
After today, John Wick's name will go viral.
Not limited to Hogwarts.
The only pity is that the audience of the Blood Demon Potion is not destined to be as wide as that of the Wolfsbane Potion.
The curse of the Blood Curse is also not as widespread.
But even so, it was enough to get a second-class medal.
More importantly, this young man, he is so young.
He will be the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history.
The time for awarding honors was set, which was faster than the last time Dharma Alex.
Because the audience for the Blood Demon Potion is too small, and because the review took half a year.
John goes over the recovery for Nagini.
"By March, you can be back to normal."
"You should get well at the branch first." John checked on her, and she is recovering well.
Nagini smiled and said, "If my appearance can get you the Merlin Medal, I think it's worth it."
John glanced at Dharma Alex, an old man with a cane coquettishly.
"The Merlin Medal can't compare to you," John shook his head and said helplessly, "That lunatic Voldemort is staring at you."
"He thought I was dead," Nagini said with a playful wink, "He probably thought you killed me."
John destroyed the Voldemort fragment in Nagini, which, in Voldemort's view, would not have happened unless Nagini was dead.
So the Death Eaters who broke into the branch didn't know Nagini's identity.
"We can't guarantee that he will have other means," said John, who had seen Voldemort come back from the dead, and was wary of Voldemort's endless means.
Pushing Nagini to the hall of the Ministry of Magic, Johnson stopped John and said cautiously: "Student, you should go back to school."
Nagini pulled John's clothes, let him bend his ears and leaned over, and said slyly: "Johnson is your admirer, it must be interesting to know your identity."
While recovering from illness abroad, the gentle elder sister Nagini also became lively.
John shrugged. It would be interesting for such a strong man to know that the person he admired was a student.
Johnson pushed Nagini away, not forgetting to be vigilant about his surroundings on the way.
Anyone whose gaze stayed on Nagini for three seconds would be glared at by him.
...
