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Chapter 119: Compensation and the Merlin Knight Order Medal
Chapter 119: Compensation and the Merlin Knight Order Medal
Headmistress Sarcia paused for a moment, choosing not to continue the conversation on that topic.
"Let's get to the main issue," she said, looking at Dumbledore. "I suspect someone is creating a potion that can affect werewolves during their transformation, and the one we encountered today was likely intentionally released at St. Mungo's."
"I don't know the reason behind this person's actions. It could be a test of the potion's effectiveness or an attempt to create panic. But regardless, this act is undoubtedly a desecration of St. Mungo's, and I will find the person responsible."
"Do you need any help?" Dumbledore asked. "I happen to know a werewolf friend."
"Thank you for your kind offer, but it won't be necessary. I have some connections with a werewolf community," Headmistress Sarcia said thoughtfully. "Their support will be sufficient."
Headmistress Sarcia's eyes turned cold. Whoever dared to do such a thing at St. Mungo's had crossed her bottom line.
Fortunately, nothing serious happened today, or else St. Mungo's reputation would have been severely damaged.
She needed to let others know that potion masters also have their tempers.
Whether intentional or not, neither of them mentioned the Ministry of Magic during their conversation.
Dumbledore, having been rejected, didn't say anything further.
A werewolf community... Well, one less or one more didn't make much difference.
"There's one more thing, and that's the issue of compensation."
Kyle leaned forward slightly... He had been waiting for this since the beginning.
"I'm very sorry that our mistake put you in such a dangerous situation. St. Mungo's will take full responsibility for this," Headmistress Sarcia said after some thought. "We offer you a compensation of one thousand Galleons. We hope you can forgive our negligence."
"Additionally, because you stopped the werewolf from harming others and protected St. Mungo's reputation, we will award you an extra two thousand Galleons."
Is that a total of three thousand Galleons? Kyle raised his eyebrows. To be honest, it was a bit less than he had expected.
Without exaggeration, those few seconds when he encountered the werewolf were more dangerous than when he faced Olren in the Forbidden Forest.
From the moment he drew his wand to the release of the first Softening Charm, it was just a second or so. Any slight mistake during that time would have resulted in him being bitten.
For such a life-threatening situation, a compensation of only three thousand Galleons was indeed not much.
However, considering the person's connection with Dumbledore and the fact that he had just spoken up for Kyle... Well, three thousand Galleons it would be. He couldn't disregard Dumbledore's reputation.
And Kyle wasn't one to be greedy.
Kyle nodded. Just as he was about to agree, Headmistress Sarcia continued.
"And the Merlin Knight Order Medal!"
"What...?" Kyle was momentarily stunned, thinking he might have misheard.
"The Merlin Knight Order Medal," Headmistress Sarcia repeated with a smile. "I will personally nominate you, but I can't guarantee whether it will be a second or third-class medal."
This was her true compensation... or a token of gratitude.
In her opinion, the lives of those patients were more important than St. Mungo's reputation.
On the second floor, there were around fifty patients lying in bed. If a werewolf had broken into the room at that moment, they would have been completely defenseless.
Kyle could be said to have indirectly saved the lives of fifty wizards, an act worthy of the Merlin Knight Order Medal.
It was his age... Headmistress Sarcia furrowed her brows.
Kyle was too young, not even twelve years old. If he were just a little older, even if it were just upon reaching adulthood, obtaining a second-grade medal would have been a certainty.
But now, she could only try her best to negotiate.
Headmistress Sarcia turned to Kyle and asked, "How is it? Are you satisfied?"
"Of course, I'm very satisfied," Kyle smiled. "But... can I exchange the Galleons for something else?"
"Oh, what would you like to exchange it for?"
"An equivalent amount of potions," Kyle blurted out. "If possible, I'd like them to be made by you, any kind would do."
This answer surprised Headmistress Sarcia a little. She asked subconsciously, "Why do you want to exchange it for potions?"
"Because I like Potions class," Kyle replied without hesitation. "Having a bottle of a master's work, I can constantly learn from my shortcomings."
"Pfft..."
Beside them, Dumbledore, who was drinking black tea, suddenly choked and almost dropped his cup to the ground.
He wiped his wet beard, "Sorry, the tea is a bit hot."
Kyle acted as if he hadn't seen it, his expression unchanged, and continued, "Also, I have a bit of a selfish reason. A master's work in potions has a much higher value than the corresponding Galleons."
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"Sure."
Headmistress Sarcia agreed almost without hesitation, "I'll make the potions one by one that are required for the seven grades.
But I don't know how much they're worth, and it might be much less than three thousand Galleons. Are you sure?"
"Sure, sure," Kyle nodded repeatedly.
He had the idea on the spot to exchange the Galleons for potions.
Mainly, he didn't lack Galleons at the moment, and even with three thousand more, they would just gather dust in Gringotts.
It's better to exchange them for something else.
From what Dumbledore said earlier, this Headmistress's potion skills seemed to be even stronger than Slughorn's.
This was a rare opportunity, and if he missed out on the master's work, he would truly lose the chance.
After the matter was settled, the group left the tea room's private compartment.
The Ministry of Magic's people were still downstairs, and they had come to help, so Sarcia, as the Headmistress of St. Mungo's, couldn't keep ignoring them.
Moreover, in the original werewolf ward on the second floor, there were also two injured people. Although both were lucky enough not to be bitten, she still needed to go and check on them.
As the group walked down the stairs to the fifth floor, Kyle saw the round-faced boy again.
He was still holding the lunch box, standing at the corner of the stairs, but this time, there was someone else behind him. From her age, she seemed to be his grandmother.
The woman wore a long dress and held a large red hand, and on her head was a hat with a stuffed vulture.
St. Mungo's round-faced boy, plus the old lady wearing a vulture hat... Kyle had a good idea who they were.
"Speak, Neville!"
After seeing Kyle and his group, Mrs. Augusta pushed the boy from behind.
The boy clumsily put the lunch box to the side and walked up to Kyle, saying nervously, "Thank, thank you for saving me... I, I was just, so scared, sorry."
"It's okay, I understand," Kyle looked at him and asked, "What's your name?"
"Neville, Neville Longbottom."
(End of Chapter)
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