Sherlock didn't go anywhere else, and just waited on the terrace in the yard outside the house.

In addition to worrying about Shilk's situation, he was also thinking about Dumbledore's affairs.

Judging from his rush to leave at the Ministry of Magic yesterday, Dumbledore obviously had something to do.

There is nothing else that can make him so concerned about now except Voldemort's Horcrux.

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

Since the last time he seemed to have beaten Voldemort until he ran away in a panic, but in fact he actually survived himself, Sherlock's sense of crisis about improving his strength has become increasingly serious.

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

Sherlock sat on the terrace and waited for a whole morning. At noon, there was finally news in the house.

Mrs. Matthew took Shilk to push the door and walked out.

Both of them looked unchanged when they first entered, and the black ribbon was still wrapped around Shilk's eyes.

Sherlock's heart sank and he went forward.

Before he could ask about the situation, Mrs. Matthew waved her hand as if she was a little tired.

"You don't have to stretch your face so long. I have helped to remove the [time scallion] of this girl's eyes, but her eyes are still affected by some. It's not suitable for viewing directly for the time being, so I have to continue to cover my eyes for a while."

Sherlock's originally hanging heart suddenly relaxed. He looked at Shilk. Shilk seemed to have lost the ability to see the surrounding scenery even if he was blindfolded. He walked out by Mrs. Matthew.

He followed Shilk's hand and asked softly.

"How does it feel?"

"It's nothing, but I don't seem to be able to go to the ceremony with you later." Shilk's voice was light and regretful.

Sherlock laughed instead.

"What's the good thing about the ceremony used by the Ministry of Magic to gild my face? If you want to see it, I'll put the medal on the living room wall when you go back. When you open your eyes, you can watch it every day."

Watching the two young people talking next to each other, Mrs. Matthew, who felt a little tired of her mouth, knocked on her crutch.

"Don't stay at my house after the matter is done! Do you still want me to keep you here for lunch?"

Sherlock's posture was low for this old witch who had a weird temper but was helping them from beginning to end.

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

Just as he was leading Shilk to leave, Mrs. Matthew suddenly called him again.

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

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

Sherlock steadily took the bottle into his hand. He looked at the [Shisha] that had been hidden in Shilk's eyes before, and asked in confusion.

"Is this thing useful?"

"You can pour it on the object you want to know, and it allows you to see the thing from being built to the present history. Don't pour it all at once when using it, just use one-third of the amount each time, and you can use it three times in total."

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

It has become a consumable, and although it can only be used three times, it can still play a big role at some point.

Sherlock then sent Shilk home first, had lunch at home with her, and then used the phantom to move to the scene of the Medal Awarding Ceremony of the Merlin Order today.

For the entire magic world, it is a big deal that Sherlock received the first-level medal from the Order of Merlin.

Because this medal is Voldemort, it is not an invincible proof. As long as Sherlock is alive one day, everyone will remember the scene when he stabbed the knife into Voldemort's chest.

Unless Voldemort kills him with his own hands, he can restore his bad reputation.

The place where the award was held was naturally not in the Ministry of Magic, but a huge banquet hall hidden in the city of London.

This is not only the permanent residence of the Sir Merlin Order, but also the venue for every medal ceremony. Whenever a new wizard receives a medal, most of the medal owners will come to attend this banquet.

Among these people are senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, members of the pure blood family, famous healers of St. Mungo, famous wizards like Dumbledore, and people who have made significant contributions in all walks of life.

With such a grand event, there are naturally many journalists invited to participate.

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In fact, Sherlock was already late. Before he arrived from home, he received a urge to owl.

When he arrived at the banquet, everyone else was basically there.

Even Dumbledore, who looked rushed yesterday, was wearing a formal dark green robe and was chatting and laughing with a middle-aged witch who looked like a noble lady.

After that, there were a series of procedural links. The Jazz read out Sherlock's achievements and awarded him a first-class medal. Finally, he said a few more scenes, and the rest was the banquet session.

When Sherlock walked down from the platform with a medal on his chest, several reporters from the Magic News Agency rushed forward to interview him and received several exclusive news.

But all of these people were let go of perfunctory and then found Dumbledore in a corner of the banquet hall.

After seeing Sherlock and Dumbledore gathered together, the reporters did not chase after him without any wits.

Everyone knew very well that as long as there was no accident between Sherlock, he would definitely be the next Dumbledore. However, judging from the character and temper he showed now, he would not be the next Dumbledore.

"As such a young first-class medal winner, you should break the record of Sir Merlin's first-class medal winner in history." Dumbledore congratulated Sherlock with a smile.

Sherlock shrugged.

"Professor you understand, I wish I had no such eye-catching honor. Have you finished your business yesterday?"

When talking about the serious matters, Dumbledore's smile gradually calmed down.

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

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