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Sherlock didn't go anywhere else, just waiting on the patio in the yard outside the house.

In addition to worrying about Silke's situation, he was still thinking about Dumbledore.

Judging from the way he left in a hurry at the Ministry of Magic yesterday, Dumbledore clearly had something to do.

There was nothing else that could make him care so much now, apart from Voldemort's Horcrux.

At today's award ceremony, Sherlock planned to ask Dumbledore about the situation.

From the last time it seemed that he beat Voldemort to the point of embarrassment and fled, but in fact he escaped from the dead, Sherlock felt more and more critical about improving his strength.

The learning of magic is of course endless, but if you want to increase your strength quickly and without side effects, you can only find Voldemort's Horcrux and fuse your soul.

Sherlock sat on the terrace and waited like this all morning, and at noon, there was finally a movement in the house.

Mrs. Matthew and Silk pushed the door and walked out.

The two of them didn't look any different when they first went in, with the black ribbon still wrapped around Shilk's eyes.

Sherlock's heart sank and he stepped forward.

Before he could open his mouth to inquire about the situation, Mrs. Matthew waved her hand tiredly.

"You don't have to pull your face so old, I have already helped to take out the [time crumbs] from this girl's eyes, but her eyes are still affected a little bit, and they are not suitable for direct vision for the time being, so I have to continue to take them out. Blindfolded for a while."

Sherlock's originally suspended heart suddenly relaxed, he looked at Shilk, Shilk seemed to have lost the ability to see the surrounding scene even if he was blindfolded before, and was led out by Mrs. Matthew. .

He took Silk's hand and asked softly.

"how do you feel?"

"It's nothing, but I don't seem to be able to go to the ceremony with you later." Silk's voice was brisk with some regret.

Sherlock laughed instead.

"What's so beautiful about the ceremony that the Ministry of Magic used to put gold on my face. If you want to watch it, I'll put the medal on the living room wall when you go back, and you can watch it every day when you open your eyes."

Watching the two young people talking next to her, Mrs. Matthew, who felt greasy in her mouth, knocked on her crutches.

"Don't stay at my house when things are done! Do you want me to leave you here for dinner at noon?"

Sherlock kept his stance low for this eccentric old witch who had been helping them from beginning to end.

"Thank you very much for your help, Mrs. Matthew. If you need me in the future, you can come to me at any time, so we won't bother you today."

Just as he was leading Silk to leave, Mrs. Matthew suddenly stopped him again.

"This thing was taken out of the girl's eyes, and you take away what you brought."

She threw over a transparent potion bottle, but there was no potion in the bottle, but floating golden "gravel".

Sherlock took the bottle steadily in his hand, and he looked at the [Time Chips] that had been hidden in Shilk's eyes before, and asked with some doubts.

"What's the use of this thing?"

"You can pour it on the object you want to understand, and it allows you to see the history of that object from when it was built to the present. Don't pour it all at once, use a third of it at a time. The amount is enough, and it can be used three times in total.”

Sherlock stared at the bottle of [Shizui], and he understood from Mrs. Matthew's words. The effect of this thing was actually a simplified version of Shilk's eyes before.

It has become a consumable item. Although it can only be used three times, it can still play a great role in certain times.

Afterwards, Sherlock sent Hilke home and had lunch with her at home before using Apparition to come to the site of today's Merlin Sir Merlin Award Ceremony.

For the entire wizarding world, Sherlock's receipt of the First Class Medal of the Order of Merlin is a big deal.

Because this medal is proof that Voldemort is not invincible, and as long as Sherlock is alive, everyone will still remember the scene where he stabbed the knife into Voldemort's chest.

Unless Voldemort kills him again later, he can restore his damaged reputation.

Of course, the place where the award will be held will not be at the Ministry of Magic, but a huge banquet hall, hidden in the urban area of ​​London. Now Zhang Si

This is not only the permanent residence of the Merlin Order, but also the place where every award ceremony is held. Whenever a new wizard is awarded a medal, most of the medal holders will come to this banquet. Strong Sacrifice Read Sacrifice

These include high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, members of pure-blood families, famous healers of St. Mungo's, wizards as well-known as Dumbledore, and people who have made significant contributions in all walks of life.

In such a grand event, there are naturally not a few reporters invited to participate.

In the British magic world news industry, although the Daily Prophet has always held the most authoritative right to speak, there are also other weekly newspapers, such as "The Quibbler" and so on~www.NovelMTL.com~ In fact, Sherlock has already It was late, and he had received a urging letter from the owl before he arrived from home.

When he arrived at the banquet, everyone else had basically arrived.

Even Dumbledore, who seemed to be in a hurry yesterday, was wearing a formal dark green robe and was talking and laughing with a middle-aged witch who looked like a lady.

After that was a series of procedural steps. The Jazz troupe read Sherlock's achievements, awarded him a first-class medal, and finally he said a few scenes, and the rest was the banquet.

When Sherlock walked down from the high platform with a medal on his chest, several reporters from the Magic Newspaper rushed forward, wanting to interview him to get some exclusive news.

But all these people let him get rid of them perfunctorily, and then found Dumbledore in a corner of the banquet hall.

After those reporters saw Sherlock and Dumbledore getting together, they were not ignorant of chasing after them.

Everyone knows very well that as long as there is no accident in Sherlock, he must be the next Dumbledore, but judging from the character and temper he is showing now, it will not be the next Dumbledore.

"For such a young recipient of the First Class Medal, you should break the record for the youngest recipient of the First Class Medal of Sir Merlin in history." Dumbledore smiled and congratulated Sherlock.

Sherlock shrugged.

"You know professor, I wish I didn't have this eye-catching honor. Are you busy yesterday?"

When it came to business, the smile on Dumbledore's face gradually converged.

"I found the memory of that house elf, Hao Qi."

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