"Let's talk business first." She looked at Dumbledore and said, "I suspect someone is making a potion that can affect werewolf transformation. The one I encountered today was probably deliberately placed in St. Mungo's.

I don't know why he did this, maybe it was to test the efficacy of the drug, or maybe he wanted to create panic.

But no matter what, this behavior is undoubtedly a blasphemy to St. Mungo's, and I will find that person."

"Do you need help?" Dumbledore said, "I just happen to know a werewolf friend."

"Thank you for your kindness, but no need. I have some connections with a werewolf tribe." Dean Sassia pondered, "They are enough for me."

Dean Sassia's eyes were cold. That person dared to do such a thing in St. Mungo's, which 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 also had tempers.

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.

A werewolf pack... then one more or one less really doesn't make any difference.

"There is one last thing, and that is the question of compensation."

Kyle sat forward unconsciously...he had been waiting for this since a while ago.

"I'm very sorry that you encountered such a dangerous situation because of our mistake. St. Mungo's will take full responsibility for this."

Dean Sassia thought for a moment and said, "One thousand Galleons. This is our compensation to you. I hope you can forgive our mistake."

"In addition, because you stopped the werewolf from committing a crime and preserved the reputation of St. Mungo's, we will reward you another 2,000 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 he encountered the werewolf were more dangerous than when he faced Oren in the Forbidden Forest.

It only took about a second from picking up the wand to casting the first softening spell. If there was any mistake in the middle, he would have been bitten.

In such a life-threatening situation, three thousand Galleons as compensation is not much.

But considering that the other party knows Dumbledore, and he just spoke for me... three thousand is three thousand. I still have to give Dumbledore face.

And Kyle is thin-skinned.

After what had been said, he felt too embarrassed to ask for the remaining 997,000 Galleons.

Kyle nodded, and just when he was about to agree, he heard Dean Sasia continue.

"Also, the Order of Merlin!"

"What..." Kyle didn't react for a moment. He thought he had heard it wrong.

"The Order of Merlin." Dean Sassia repeated. She smiled and said, "I will nominate you personally, but I can't guarantee whether it will be second or third level in the end."

This is her real compensation...or thank you gift.

In her opinion, the lives of those patients were the most important compared to the reputation of St. Mungo's.

There are nearly fifty patients lying on the beds on the entire second floor. If a werewolf breaks into the room at this time, they will have no ability to resist.

It can be said that Kyle indirectly saved the lives of fifty wizards, and this behavior is fully worthy of an Order of Merlin medal.

It’s his age… Dean Sassia frowned.

Kyle is too young, not even twelve years old. If he were older, even if he had just reached adulthood, there would be no problem for him to obtain a second-level medal.

But now she can only try her best.

"Of course, I'm satisfied." Kyle smiled, "But...can I exchange the Galleons for something else?"

"Oh, what do you want to change it to?"

"Potions of equal value." Kyle blurted out, "If possible, I want it to be made by you. Any kind will do."

This answer surprised Dean Sassia. 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."

"puff……"

Next to him, Dumbledore, who was drinking black tea, suddenly choked and almost dropped the cup.

He wiped his wet beard and said, "Sorry, the tea is a little hot."

Kyle pretended not to see it, his expression unchanged, and continued, "And I also have a little selfish motive. The work of a potion master is worth much more than the corresponding Galleons."

"……Can."

Dean Sassia agreed without much thought, “I will make the potions that the seven grades need to learn one by one.

But I don't know how much they are worth, probably a lot less than three thousand Galleons, are you sure?"

"Sure, sure." Kyle nodded repeatedly.

It was also a sudden impulse that he thought of exchanging the Galleons for potions.

The main thing is that he is not short of Galleons now. Even if he has 3,000 more, they will just gather dust in Gringotts.

It would be better to change to something else.

From what Dumbledore said just now, it seems that the headmaster's potion skills are even better than Slughorn's.

This is a rare opportunity. If you miss the work of a master of potions, you will never see it again.

After finishing the discussion, the few people left the tea room compartment.

The people from the Ministry of Magic are still downstairs, and they are here to help. As the headmaster of St. Mungo's, it is not easy for Sassia to just ignore it.

Moreover, two people were injured in the werewolf's original ward on the second floor. Although they were lucky and were not bitten, she still needed to go over and take a look.

When they walked up the stairs to the fifth floor, 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 grandmother judging by her age.

The other person was wearing a long dress, holding a large red handbag, and had a hat with a stuffed vulture on it on her head.

The round-faced boy from St. Mungo's, plus the old lady wearing a vulture hat... Kyle roughly 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 so scared just now, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I understand." Kyle looked at him and asked, "What's your name?"

"Neville, Neville Longbottom."

(End of this chapter)