Vol 2 Chapter 7: Bertha Jorkins

Cedric was chatting in the front room with Weasley and Mr. Diggory.

"How did you get here?" Seeing Roy, Mr. Weasley stood up excitedly and asked, "A car?"

"The port key, Mr. Weasley," replied William. "He took a golden coin out of his pocket."

William knew that Mr. Weasley was modifying cars. During the summer vacation, he wrote to ask a lot of car-related questions.

"Oh, of course, the Ministry of Magic is cautious this time." Mr. Weasley was a little disappointed. "I didn't use the door key last time, and was almost discovered by the Muggles of the tour group."

The location of Merlin Lodge is a tourist attraction for Muggles and can be easily spotted if one is not careful.

Mr. Diggory came over, shook hands with William kindly, and said, "William, thank you for your invitation.

Every year, the awards banquet for the Order of Merlin will invite high-ranking officials and dignitaries from the Ministry of Magic from all over the world, as well as outstanding figures from various industries. "

"But there are very few invitations in the UK, so it's hard to get them. Lovegood wants to spend two hundred Galleons for my place. He wanted to bring his daughter Luna, but I refused. ."

"It's nothing." William said politely, "Cedric is my good friend."

"Anyone else," asked Mr. Weasley.

"Professor Flitwick and McGonagall have arrived ahead of schedule with Professor Dumbledore, and we will go in first," William said.

The crowd walked outside.

The place where they settled was a small village called Salisbury, a village where wizards gathered, and the only village in the UK that mixed with Muggles.

They usually hide their identities and concentrate on the tourism industry, just to cover up for the Merlin Corps' honoring ceremony every year.

After crossing a road, everyone came to a magnificent ruins.

-Stonehenge.

"Oh, I've been here before, and I haven't noticed anything unusual before." Hermione covered her mouth in surprise.

Stonehenge is a famous scenic spot in the United Kingdom, but I didn't expect that there is a Merlin hut hidden underground.

Fred explained: "Wizard-turned-children know there's a bedtime story about Stonehenge and Merlin.

Legend has it that Merlin sang a magic ballad in honor of King Arthur's uncle, calling for huge stones to fly from Ireland and building Stonehenge in Salisbury Plain overnight. "

William shrugged: "My bedtime story is about the love-hate relationship between Snow White and the seven gourd babies."

Hermione looked at William with a bewildered expression, what the **** are the seven gourd babies?

Everyone stepped into Stonehenge, and the gold coins in William's pocket floated from his pocket, projecting a bright light. With the darkness in front of them, they appeared at one end of a very long and magnificent hall.

The hall has a very glossy black wooden floor, and the peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols that keep moving and changing.

"This way," said Mr. Weasley.

Under the guidance of Mr. Weasley, everyone came to the left, where there was a sign that said the safe place.

As they approached, a wizard looked up at them and put down the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"Come here." The wizard said in a bored tone.

The crowd walked over to him, and he took out a long golden rod, which was as thin and soft as a car antenna. The wizard used it to fly up and down in front of everyone to detect.

"Wand." The wizard in the safe place put down the golden device and stretched out his hand.

William, Hermione, and Cedric handed over their wands.

The wizard put his wand on a strange brass instrument that resembled a dish of various proportions.

The instrument began to vibrate, and five narrow strips of parchment came out from the bottom of the instrument. The wizard picked up the parchment and read the writing on it.

"Cherry wood, phoenix feather, twelve and three-quarter inches, is the information correct?"

"Yes," William replied.

"I'll keep this," said the wizard, pinning the strip of parchment to a small copper peg. "Take your wand back."

He threw his wand to William and added.

"thanks."

"Wait..." the wizard said suddenly.

"You are... William Stark?"

He glanced at the Daily Prophet, which also had a picture of William.

"Yes."

"Oh **** ho, single-handedly caught the Death Eaters who attacked the Ministry of Magic. I heard my son mention you. He is Shabby of Hufflepuff."

William remembered Shabby, the man who nearly fell into a microbial corruption pool during flight lessons.

The wizard took out the paper and seemed to want to sign.

"Thank you, Ole." Mr. Weasley said calmly. "Check the other wands now, we've got something to do."

"Oh fine."

The wizard quickly checked all the wands, and he said, "Bertha Jorkins will take you to the Merlin Memorial Hall."

Mr. Diggory raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, don't be like this, Diggory, we have no manpower here for the time being. You know, this is the Merlin Medal ceremony. Wizards from all over the world are here today."

The sorcerer complained, "If I had to say, I shouldn't have sent so many invitations, just to the laureate and his relatives, and so many to politicians, wealthy wizards, and I don't know how much the Ministry of Magic took. money…"

"Okay," interrupted Mr. Weasley. "Where has Bertha gone? She won't get lost again, will she?"

"It's very possible." Ole said with a wicked smile, "Maybe after the banquet is over, she can find her way.

Her memory has become so poor recently. Like the old lady, she often forgets various things.

Mr. Crouch should have asked her to leave our department quickly and go to the sports department. Ludo Bagman is also a fool and should be considerate of her. "

"Hello! Hello!" At this moment, an anxious voice came from across the hall, "Is there a new guest? I just went to the toilet and got lost."

William saw a witch with a sign and a parchment hurried toward them.

The witch was a little fat and found her way again. She waved her hand happily, curly blond hair showing under her fashionable knitted wizard hat.

Hmm... You can get lost even when you go to the toilet. Can you really bring a few people to the Merlin Memorial Hall?

William was skeptical.