The sun was shining brightly on Saturday morning.
At this time, it has entered October, and although the weather is a little cold, the greenery has not completely receded.
On the lawn in front of Hogwarts Castle, a squat middle-aged man dressed in a Muggle suit was waiting quietly.
There are several wizards behind him, who are arranging some tables and chairs. In the center, there is a high platform.
A wizard came over, lowered his head slightly, and said to the man in a suit: "Minister, it seems that the members of the jury will come over in a while, or why don't you go to the castle and wait?"
The man in the suit is the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
"Don't bother Shackle, I have to make sure that they can see me as soon as possible, knowing that these old men on the jury will be very troublesome if they say anything about me."
Fudge said to the Auror named Shacklebolt.
The jury that can make Fudge so jealous is of course the review members of the International Confederation of Wizards. All those old men have a high reputation in the magic world.
Although they are usually secluded and do not ask about world affairs, no one will underestimate their influence.
The purpose of Fudge's arrival so early today was to impress these people. There are always people in the outside world who say that he is a puppet supported by Dumbledore.
He also hoped to gain the support of some people, to get rid of the shadow that Dumbledore gave him.
Soon, an old man appeared from the other side of the suspension bridge and walked over slowly.
Fudge hurried up to meet him, wiped away the fine sweat from walking quickly, and said attentively, "Mr. Bonham, I didn't expect you to come so early."
Seeing that Fudge was so attentive, the old man was a little impatient and casually said a few words.
"I'm here to see the kid who developed the wolf's poison potion. Nico praised him so much in the letter. You can do your own thing."
After speaking, regardless of the embarrassed Fudge, he walked straight into the campus.
After that, some people came one after another, some old people came alone, and some also brought a few younger wizards.
But they didn't like to deal with politicians like Fudge very much.
Fudge was also thinking to himself, what kind of magic does this Alvin Gaunt have to make so many big men come out and award him medals?
"Alvin! Many people have come! Headmaster Dumbledore has gone out to receive."
Hermione chirped and reported to Alvin what was going on outside.
Ever since the news that Alvin received the Merlin Medal, the little witch was more excited than Alvin herself and kept telling the information she knew.
Those who didn't know thought it was Hermione who was going to receive the Order of Merlin.
Seeing that Hermione and Cho were so excited, Alvin didn't want to disappoint, so he could only go outside the castle under the urging of the two girls.
At this time, the outside of the castle has been neatly arranged. Dumbledore is chatting with a group of old men. Many little wizards are watching there in the distance, but they dare not get too close.
Dumbledore saw Alvin's appearance and waved at him, signaling him to come over.
Dumbledore happily introduced them to him one by one, many of whom were often named in Alvin's textbooks.
Alvin also greeted each other politely.
A group of old men looked at Alvin with a smile, and the old man named Bonham suddenly asked.
"Can you tell us about your ideas for developing the wolf poison potion?"
"The skin of the fig has a calming effect, and the tail of the rat can control the bloodthirsty impulse and..."
Alvin talked eloquently and talked about the principle of this potion. He understood the minds of this group of people. It is indeed a far-fetched talk for a second-year wizard to develop such a powerful potion.
Following Alvin's explanation, everyone fell into silent thinking, and from time to time someone asked about the difficulties in refining.
Dumbledore looked on with a smile, a little relieved, but he still had to entertain those officials of the Ministry of Magic, and he left after a while.
And the topic of Alvin and a group of old men has gradually turned from the wolf poison potion to the whole potions, and there are even some problems with magic spells.
What amazes everyone is that although Alvin doesn't know much about some aspects of knowledge, as long as he speaks, he must have something to say, and he has his own unique opinions.
Gradually, everyone changed from questioning Alvin to communicating on an equal footing, which made some of the little wizards who were brought over to meet the market and the Hogwarts students onlookers dumbfounded.
Is this person so strong?
When Dumbledore came to ask them to attend the ceremony, the group of old men and Alvin stopped.
One of them exclaimed: "I want to chat with you a little longer, Alvin, but this is not the purpose of today, we can't delay your award ceremony."
"Yes, when Nico invited us here, he said that we would be full of praise for you. Now it seems that he didn't talk big." Bonham also agreed.
This old man named Bonham, Alvin has just learned, his ancestor is the founder of St. Mungo's Magic Hospital, and their family has been famous for their potion level for more than 400 years.
After listening to his words, Alvin realized that it turned out that all the great people who came this time were invited by Nicolas Flamel, and he also felt a deep gratitude in his heart.
This old man is good to him. Alvin only mentioned some of his thoughts to Nico in the letter, but he did not expect to receive such strong support from him.
"Gaunt, I have to admit that you are very attractive to old people." Dumbledore teased Alvin with a smile.
Alvin felt a chill, why did it feel strange to say these words from an old bee's mouth?
In the ensuing ceremony, Dumbledore, as Chief Mage of Wizengamot, bestowed the medal on Alvin.
Alvin made some comments again, saying that he would continue to work hard, so he ended the award ceremony this time.
All the little wizards were envious, especially Percy, he just wanted to have a few words with these bigwigs, but Alvin was able to chat and laugh with them.
Sometimes, the gap between man and man is bigger than the gap between man and dog.