Hogwarts: Bloodline Legend

Chapter 662 186: Merlin Medal! Harry's Abnormality!

The sensation was rather strange.

Ian's gaze jumped directly to the final paragraph, and a snake-shaped watermark appeared at the edge of the letter. When he brushed it with his fingertips, the watermark suddenly twisted into Rune Language forming the words "accept cautiously."

Before he could figure out what was going on.

"Oh! By Merlin! It's actually a Level 1 Medal!"

Michael, who had come closer, let out an extremely excited exclamation.

"The Prophet Daily said that in the past decade, only the head of the Auror Office has received such an honor!" Michael's neck veins were almost bulging.

The voice was incredibly excited.

"You'll definitely go down in history! Ian! Not only are you the youngest Merlin Medal recipient, but it's a Level 1 Medal! You stand on the same level as Headmaster Dumbledore!"

William also grabbed Ian's arm excitedly.

It was clear to see that both roommates were genuinely happy for Ian. Not only them, but the cheers and joy erupting from the Ravenclaw long table were echoing throughout the enclosed room.

Even at the Gryffindor long table, a few people inexplicably jumped onto the table to liven up the atmosphere—lucky for them, Professor McGonagall, who was supervising breakfast, finally intervened.

"I know this is something worth celebrating, but... please adhere to the basic etiquette of dining!" She raised her hand and used magic to blast the people off the table.

"Congratulations, Mr. Prince, your roommates were right, you have achieved something remarkable." Then, Professor McGonagall turned her head, speaking in astonishment to Ian.

"The Merlin Level 1 Medal... this is indeed..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

Her expression was slightly puzzled, clearly having some doubts that were inappropriate to express publicly. Truth be told, Ian felt equally startled; to defeat a Dark Wizard and receive a Level 1 Medal?

Even if that Dark Wizard was Voldemort... it's still quite unusual. Perhaps Dumbledore's influence was indeed substantial, but the young wizard estimated that the "person of subtlety" mentioned in the letter might also have a significant relationship.

"Am I really so likable?" The little wizard scratched his head, continuously recalling, but he couldn't think of any connections he had within the Merlin Order.

At this moment.

Ririm, who seemed to be rather sociable, also came over.

"Congratulations, you ought to treat us." He seemed to be holding a cup of coffee he brought into the hall himself, approaching Ian cheerfully.

"Accept it! This is a great thing! Missing it would be regrettable!"

As though fearing Ian's refusal, he coaxed him while eating meat floss bread—the guy was eating only food he brought to the breakfast table.

It was as if he knew beforehand that the breakfast wouldn't be tasty.

"How come it seems like you fear my refusal?"

Ian gave a slightly odd glance at Ririm who had squeezed next to him.

"Hehe."

Ririm revealed a big laughing face.

His face was very close to Ian.

Just when Ian was contemplating whether to lash out,

"Ian... Can I talk to you alone?" The Savior, Harry Potter, suddenly came in from outside the hall, looking rather anxious as he approached Ian and lowered his voice.

"Alright, no problem."

Ian stood up and followed Harry Potter out.

Behind them, the young wizards continued to chatter.

However, Harry Potter wasn't in the mood to listen to these discussions.

His mind was preoccupied with the secret he'd uncovered.

"I was in the dormitory earlier using the bathroom... due to the new environment, I was a bit constipated... then, I overheard my roommate Draco Malfoy..."

Harry Potter and Ian reached an empty corridor and just as he was about to say something not typically shared during breakfast, his voice suddenly stopped.

The reason was nothing else.

Ian felt his robe pocket was getting hot.

After pulling out the item from inside.

The crystal ball that Malfoy had "dropped" earlier was showing changes, the previously gentle white light was now emitting an extremely intense red color.

It was a blood-like red glow.

"Hiss~ is it really going to explode?"

Ian felt the palm holding the crystal ball was scorching.

He brought the crystal ball closer to the puzzled-looking Harry Potter, and the glow became even deeper, the bright red seemed about to drip out vividly.

The lightning bolt-shaped scar on Harry's face appeared particularly abrupt and striking in the red light, as if it had life.

Also faintly emanating the same hue.