The full name of the Merlin medal is the Merlin order, which has three levels and is the highest honor in the European magic world.

    Those who can get medals are wizards who have made great contributions to the magic world, such as albus Dumbledore, he is the winner of the Merlin first order.

    Usually, a modified spell can never win the Merlin medal, and even the lowest level 3 medal is not qualified. But Klein''s improvement is not a general magic spell, but a healing spell. Once popularized, all wizards will benefit!

    If such a contribution can''t be exchanged for a medal, it''s too unreasonable.

    "A real genius, Dumbledore. I mean, his talent may be better than that man!"

    Professor flavy patted the crumpled parchment and spoke excitedly to Dumbledore behind his desk.

    Eleven year old improved healing mantra, this is a feat that no one has ever done!

    "Well, Filius, I''ll report the child''s research results to the Ministry of magic."

    Wearing a dark purple robe, Dumbledore looked at his old friend reluctantly, waved a magic wand and gave him a cup of sweet honey tea.

    "No, I have a class later. I''ll put this here. Don''t forget to write to the Ministry of magic."

    Using the "floating curse" to control the parchment to fly to Dumbledore''s desk, Professor flavy declined the sweet and boring drink. After he left, Dumbledore looked thoughtfully at the wrinkled parchment, and a smile flashed in his brown eyes under his half moon glasses.

    "Dumbledore, you''re playing with fire."

    On the wall, daisy Devont''s portrait whispered.

    She is the third president of Hogwarts, born in Ravenclaw, who is famous for her wisdom.

    "Oh, that little guy is a real Slytherin. I don''t think it''s dangerous."

    The portrait of Phineas black also opened, revealing a strong sense of pride in Slytherin and appreciation for Klein.

    Genius always belongs to the snake yard!

    "Black, I think you''ve forgotten about Tom. The more talented people fall into the dark, the greater the danger."

    The portrait of Armando dipert frowned and looked a little bad. As the last president of Hogwarts, he has been blaming himself for not discovering Voldemort''s hidden dark ambitions.

    "No one can deny that Tom has made a career, even if it is wrong!"

    Phineas Black snorted coldly and refused to give in.

    "Principals, remember your responsibilities. Dumbledore is in charge of the school now. We can only give some suggestions."

    I saw daisy Devont, Phineas Black and Armando Dipert''s quarrel tended to escalate. Dexter Fosco, the first president of Hogwarts, coughed and mercilessly interrupted them.

    "Don''t worry, Klein is different from Tom. I''m sure of that, but..."

    Looking at the portraits on the wall, Dumbledore smiled and suddenly thought of what the branch hat said to him.

    "President Armando is right. We really can''t cultivate a" mysterious man "

    ......

    "I''m looking for headmaster Dumbledore. He asked me to come."

    After dinner, after a whole day''s class, Klein came to the headmaster''s office on the eighth floor of the castle and said to the two stone giants guarding the door.

    "Headmaster Dumbledore said this. Go straight in."

    The stone beast was not surprised by Klein''s appearance. He honestly stepped aside and revealed the huge wooden door behind them.

    "Thank you."

    Klein nodded his thanks and calmly pushed the door in, but unexpectedly, Dumbledore himself was not inside.

    "Boy, you''re here. Come here and let me have a good look at you."

    As soon as he entered the office, a kind voice came from the wall. Klein turned his head, but he saw that the portraits of successive Presidents were looking at him. Just now, it was one of the old people with brown curly hair.

    "Hello, principals."

    Klein bowed slightly.

    "Ha, you are worthy of being a student of Slytherin. You can improve the spell at a young age. I am very satisfied with you!"

    Phineas Black grabbed his moustache, his eyes full of heartfelt pride.

    Although he is the most unpopular president of Hogwarts in history, he is always willing to give more love and teaching to the students of Slytherin college, just like those feudal stubborn but extremely doting grandparents.

    "President black, it''s my honor to study in Slytherin."

    Klein showed a humble expression and praised the lower snake yard without leaving a trace.

    After hearing this, the other party''s smile was not surprisingly deeper.

    "Cough!"

    Seeing Slytherin''s young and old are about to start business, daisy Devont coughed and pointed his long, thick wand at Dumbledore''s table.

    "Boy, Dumbledore is working outside. He should be back soon. It''s very tired after a day''s class. I think you can sit in his chair and have a rest."

    After a pause, she also smiled.

    "If you''re lucky enough, you can find some snacks in his drawer."

    "Thank you, but it''s impolite. I''ll just stand here and wait."

    Instinctively, Klein smelled the smell of a trap and declined the other party without hesitation.

    "Er..."

    Daisy Devont was speechless for a moment. He didn''t seem to expect such a situation.

    It''s not what she thought.

    "Then go and see the books. Dumbledore has a lot of precious private books. I heard you are a smart child. Some books can better help you master your talents. Don''t worry, he won''t blame you."

    At this time, the first portrait on the left with a kind smile also opened, greeted Klein''s slightly excited eyes, and he blinked mischievously.

    "Oh, wait here ~"

    Klein''s face was excited, but his heart was calm.

    Sweeping Dumbledore''s desk without leaving a trace, he found that there were several thick books lying on it.

    "It''s nothing new."

    With a sneer in his heart, Klein came to Dumbledore''s bookshelf.

    Sure enough, in addition to some conventional spell books and alchemy recipes, five genuine dark devil guide books were hidden on the shelf.

    The intention is obvious. It''s a test.

    If Klein was really a gifted eleven year old, Dumbledore''s "trap" could not be said to be simple.

    But unfortunately, he is not.

    however......

    That''s good.

    To figure out the key, Klein''s mouth rose slightly. Under the concentrated attention of the principals of all dynasties, he directly skipped those ordinary magic books and put his hand on a black book in the corner of the bookshelf.