Chapter 260 Preparing for the Medal Award

Mike dared to swear that this was the most special letter he had ever received in his life.

There was nothing special about the envelope used to hold the letter. In terms of gorgeousness, it was not even as good as the letter Fudge sent him.

But the letter paper inside was different.

As soon as Mike unfolded the letter paper, he smelled a refreshing fragrance. Then the letter paper began to bloom with a soft light. Several elves with shining wings suddenly appeared and flew up from the letter paper. They danced and sang while throwing shining light dust at Mike.

The real words on the letter paper only appeared slowly in front of Mike under the illumination of soft white light.

Mike, who received this kind of magic letter for the first time, was a little dazed.

He kept closing and opening the letter paper, closing and opening it again.

As he moved, the white light, the elves and the words on the letter paper kept disappearing and reappearing.

It was not until this moment that Mike confirmed that everything he saw was virtualized by magic. Those elves and the light powder they threw on his face were all just light and shadow effects.

It was not until half an hour later that Mike got tired of playing and began to read the words on the letter paper carefully.

As Mike expected, this was indeed an invitation letter notifying him to go to the Ministry of Magic to receive an award.

Unlike ordinary invitation letters, the staff of the Ministry of Magic not only marked the time on it, but also very rudely wrote down the clothes that the participants should wear.

Formal clothes.

The Ministry of Magic only has these two simple words for the clothing of the awardees.

It was these two simple words that made Mike a little confused.

He knew the formal clothes in the Muggle society. In addition to the unique costumes of each nation and country, the most widely used should be suits.

But what is the formal dress in the wizarding society? Magic robes?

In desperation, Mike could only come to Professor Flitwick's office.

In the office, Professor Flitwick was correcting the students' test papers. When he saw Mike knocking on the door and entering, his originally slightly serious face immediately bloomed like a chrysanthemum.

"Hahaha, Mike, you did so well in the exam this time. I'm going to give you a big A!"

"Thank you, professor." Mike thanked him and quickly asked his question, "Professor, do you know what wizards' formal attire is?"

Flitwick obviously didn't expect Mike to ask him this kind of question. A look of surprise appeared on his face, and the pen in his hand that was marking the test paper also stopped.

"There are many kinds of formal attire for wizards, from wizard robes handed down from the Middle Ages to modern dresses and so on. If I were to list them one by one, I'm afraid it would take me until dark." Professor Flitwick said, "Why are you suddenly asking this? Penelope's parents want to see you? That's not right. Her parents are Muggles. You should just wear Muggle formal attire."

Ignoring the joke in the second half of Professor Flitwick's sentence, Mike handed the invitation to Professor Flitwick and said,

"It's like this, Professor, because of Blake's matter, I was awarded an Order of Merlin, Second Class."

Professor Flitwick was obviously shocked by the news. He took the envelope handed by Mike, opened it and looked at it for a long time before he said excitedly,

"That's great! This is one of the highest honors a wizard can get!"

Mike couldn't help but smile. He could feel the pure joy of Professor Flitwick, who was sincerely happy for himself.

"The day after tomorrow? The time is too short. It's too late to customize a dress and a wizard robe! Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Professor Flitwick paced back and forth in the office excitedly, and then began to rummage through his own wardrobe. He kept taking out gorgeous robes and throwing them on the floor of the office. "No! My robes are specially made in size, you can't wear them at all, what should I do?"

Mike stared at Professor Flitwick, who was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. He couldn't understand why Flitwick was so excited. It was just a second-class medal of the Order of Merlin.

At this moment, Professor Flitwick seemed to have remembered something and looked at Mike from head to toe. After a while, he slapped his forehead and said in surprise:

"How could I be so stupid! Aren't you wearing formal clothes now?"

"But... it's just a school uniform."

"You have to remember your identity! You are not only a wizard, but also a student! And what else can a student's formal clothes be besides a school uniform? This is the advantage of being a student!" Professor Flitwick said proudly, "You should be the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, second class. No young wizard like you has ever received such an honor!"

Mike scratched his hair shyly, and didn't say anything like this medal was worthless. He knew that Professor Flitwick didn't even have a third-class medal. If he said something that deserved a beating in front of him, he would really beat him up. After

getting the answer he wanted, Mike was ready to leave. He could see that Professor Flitwick still had a lot of work to do.

But Professor Flitwick was obviously not going to let him go. He started dressing Mike up like an old father whose son was about to go for his first interview.

He pinned a golden eagle brooch on Mike's chest, and then turned up Mike's blue tie, which symbolized Ravenclaw, at his collar. But after thinking for a while, he felt that it was too ugly, so he turned it down again...

...

In the auditorium two days later.

In the past two days, the news that Mike and Snape had won the Order of Merlin, second class, had spread throughout Hogwarts. Today, except for Professor Binns of the History of Magic, almost all professors and students came to the auditorium to see Mike and Snape off.

The two of them would go to the Ministry of Magic with Dumbledore.

When Mike arrived at the auditorium, he instantly attracted the attention of many people.

The reason was that the school uniform he was wearing was too coquettish.

Professor Flitwick seemed to want to use the opportunity of Mike's awarding to promote Ravenclaw College to the wizards who participated in the awarding, so he used Mike as an advertising display board and put as many Ravenclaw logos as possible on Mike's body while ensuring the appearance.

At this moment, Mike, in addition to the eagle brooch on his chest and the blue tie at his collar, even his cuffs were faintly blue.

Of course, to be honest, this kind of dress is still quite handsome, and Mike is quite satisfied with it, but Professor McGonagall obviously doesn't think so.

She frowned the moment Mike appeared, because Mike's outfit was obviously against the school rules. Hogwarts does not allow students to make such changes to their uniforms.

But since today was Mike's big day, she did not say anything.

Compared to Mike, Dumbledore and Snape's robes were much more low-key. Dumbledore

was wearing the same gray-white robe he always wore. Mike understood this very well. After all, at Dumbledore's level, it didn't matter what he wore. No one would accuse a legendary wizard of being untidy.

In fact, they would think it was a trend and follow suit.

Snape obviously preferred black. At this moment, he was wearing a pure black robe. Mike thought that his outfit was more suitable for attending a funeral than attending an awarding ceremony.

It is worth mentioning that Professor Snape finally washed his hair today!

Mike was not the only one who discovered this. In fact, many people, including many professors, were staring at Snape's silky hair.

Mike even found that even Dumbledore was glancing at Snape's head intentionally or unintentionally.

Obviously, everyone was very surprised that Professor Snape washed his hair.

Mike was no exception. He once maliciously speculated whether Snape's dislike of washing his hair was also related to the Potter family.

Because the most widely used hair softener in the British wizarding world is the product of the Potter family.

Now it seems that there should be little connection between the two. Snape may just be simply more sloppy.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's go."

With Dumbledore's order, the castle gate opened automatically, and a Thestral carriage was parked outside the gate waiting for them.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Mike followed Dumbledore and Snape into the carriage.

The carriage started slowly, and the cheers of the classmates gradually faded away. Dumbledore looked at Mike, who was a little embarrassed, and said:

"Don't be nervous. This is just a very simple ceremony."

Mike laughed dryly. He thought Dumbledore might have misunderstood something. The object of his nervousness was not the awarding ceremony at all, but Dumbledore himself.

Compared with Snape, who had been silent since he appeared in the hall, Dumbledore was obviously more willing to talk to Mike. He smiled even brighter and said:

"I want to thank you, Mike. Black and Lupin are both my good students. I am very grateful that you can clear their grievances."

Mike was about to say something polite, but Snape on the side suddenly snorted coldly.

Dumbledore glanced at Snape, and seeing that he was not going to speak, he said with a smile: "I heard that you got a lot of magic books from Black, right?"

"Yes, professor. Those books are precious knowledge. I have sorted them out and shared them with those who need them."

Mike said before Dumbledore finished speaking.

He knew what Dumbledore was thinking. If he continued to answer according to his words, he might use the too much knowledge of dark magic in the books to take back those books, which Mike could not tolerate.

Sure enough, after hearing what Mike said, Dumbledore stopped talking. He must have seen that Mike did not intend to hand over the knowledge.

In fact, he had no ill intentions, and he had no intention of robbing his students' property. He just simply thought that it would be better for a young wizard like Mike not to be exposed to those dark magic.

Now that Mike didn't want him to intervene, he didn't plan to intervene.

He didn't think that doing so would have any negative impact on Mike. From his understanding of Mike, although Mike looked like a child, his mind was mature.

Such a mature and smart person is difficult to be controlled by dark magic.

As for whether Mike would become the new generation of the Dark Lord, Dumbledore didn't believe it.

It's not that he looked down on Mike, but he really had seen too many geniuses. Many of these people performed better than Mike in their youth, but what was the result? In the end, although these people have become big figures in the wizarding world, Voldemort is the only one who can truly compare with him and Grindelwald.

What's more, Mike is a Muggle-born wizard...

Dumbledore fell into deep thought unconsciously, and Mike and Snape would not speak if he didn't speak, so in this almost eerie silence, the wild car stopped in the parking lot of the Ministry of Magic.

Perhaps because Dumbledore was coming this time, it was the Minister of Magic Fudge who came to greet them.

He moved his two elephant legs with great effort and enthusiastically led Mike and others into the Ministry of Magic.

If you only look at the bright smile on his face, it is hard to imagine that he had a violent conflict with Dumbledore not long ago because of the Dementors and Hagrid.

Along the way, Fudge fully demonstrated his political skills, and did not ignore Mike because he was still young. He talked to everyone enthusiastically, and from time to time threw the topic to Mike so that Mike would not feel embarrassed.

His behavior was undoubtedly graceful. If anyone was treated like this by the famous Minister of Magic, they would definitely be grateful, but Mike's heart was not moved at all.

Mike had already seen through these politicians. They are two-faced.

They can be chatting and laughing with you in the last second, and stab you in the next second without changing their expression.

Smiling but hiding a knife is the true portrayal of this kind of people!

With Fudge's leadership, Mike and others did not need to line up at all. They took the magic elevator all the way to the floor where the awarding ceremony was held.

As soon as he arrived here, Mike opened his mouth in surprise. He saw that the busy office floor in the past was now decorated like a dinner scene. The staff in work clothes and hurried steps were all gone at this moment, replaced by many men and women in gorgeous dresses.

The arrival of Mike and his group immediately attracted everyone's attention. An old man came up with a red wine glass and shouted from a distance:

"Professor Dumbledore! Long time no see!"

Dumbledore obviously knew the newcomer and they must have a good relationship, because Dumbledore smiled brightly the moment he saw the newcomer.

This smile was obviously much more genuine than the one he had just shown to Fudge.

"Newt, it's been a long time!"