The full name of "Merlin Medal" is "Merlin Medal", with three levels in total, which is the highest honor in the European magic circle.

All those who can receive medals are wizards who have made great contributions to the magic world, such as Albus Dumbledore, who is the winner of the "Melin First-Class Medal".

Usually, it is impossible to obtain the Merlin Medal, even the lowest level 3 medal is not qualified. But what Klein improved is not the ordinary curse, but the healing curse. Once promoted, all wizards will benefit!

If such a contribution cannot be exchanged for a medal, it would be too unreasonable.

"A real genius, Dumbledore. I mean, his talent is probably better than that person!"

Professor Frieve patted the wrinkled parchment and spoke excitedly to Dumbledore behind the desk.

Revising the healing curse at the age of eleven is a feat that no one has ever done before!

"Okay, Philius, I will report the results of that child's research to the Ministry of Magic."

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

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

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

"Dumbledore, you're playing with fire."

On the wall, the portrait of Dalis Devent spoke in a deep voice.

She was the third principal of Hogwarts and was born in Lavenclaw, who is known for his wisdom.

"Ha, that little guy is a real Slytherin, I don't think there is any danger."

The portrait of Phoenias Black also spoke, revealing his strong sense of pride for Slytherin and his appreciation for Klein.

Genius always belongs to the Snake House!

"Blake, I think you forgot about Tom, the more talented a person falls into the darkness, the more dangerous it will be."

The portrait of Armando Dippet frowned and looked a little bad. As the last principal of Hogwarts, he had always blamed himself for failing to discover Voldemort's hidden dark ambitions.

"No one can deny that Tom has done something, even if it is wrong!"

Phineas Black snorted coldly, not giving in.

"Principals, remember your duties, Dumbledore is the one who runs the school now, and we can only give some advice."

Seeing that the quarrel between Delis Devent, Phoenias Black and Armando Dippet had an escalating trend, Hogwarts' first principal Dexter Fosco coughed lightly and interrupted them without mercy.

"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 the words that the Sorting Hat said to him.

"Principal Armando is right. We can't cultivate a "mysterious person" anymore."

......

"I came to see Principal Dumbledore, he asked me to come."

After dinner and the whole day of class, Klein came to the principal's office on the eighth floor of the castle and spoke to the two stone beasts guarding the door.

"President Dumbledore said this, go in."

The stone giant beast was not surprised by Klein's appearance, and honestly moved away from his body, revealing the huge wooden door behind them.

"Thanks."

Klein nodded and thanked him calmly pushed the door in, but unexpectedly, Dumbledore himself was not in it.

"Child, you are here, come here quickly and let me take a good look at you."

As soon as he walked into the office, a kind voice came from the wall. Klein turned his head, but saw the portraits of the principals of all generations looking at him. The one who spoke just now was one of the old men with brown curly hair.

"Hello, principals."

Klein bowed slightly.

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

Phineas Black grabbed his beard with his eyes full of pride from the bottom of his heart.

Although he was the most unpopular principal of Hogwarts in history, he was always willing to give more care and teaching when dealing with students at Slytherin College, like those grandparents who were stubborn and extremely doting on their younger generations.

"Principal Black, it is my honor to be able to study in Slytherin."

Klein showed a humble expression and praised the Lower Snake House without any trace.

After hearing this, the other party's smile became more unexpectedly deeper.

"Ahem!"

Seeing that the old and young who saw Slytherin were about to start commercial blowing each other, Delis Devonte coughed dryly and pointed at Dumbledore's table with the thick and long wand in his hand.

"Child, Dumbledore is working outside, and he should be back soon. He was very tired after a class one day. I think you can sit in his chair and rest for a while."

After a pause, she smiled.

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

"Thank you, but this is so rude. I'll just stand here and wait."

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

"Well......"

Delis Devent was speechless for a moment and seemed to have not expected such a situation to happen.

This is not much the same as she imagined.

"Then go and read the books. Dumbledore has many precious private books. I heard that he is your smart child. Some books can better help you master your own talents. Don't worry, he won't blame you."

At this moment, the first portrait of the left last, with a kind smile on his face, and met Klein's slightly moved eyes, he blinked mischievously.

"Oh, I'm waiting here~"

Klein looked excited on the surface, but calm down in his heart.

He swept across Dumbledore's desk without leaving any trace and found that there were also several thick books on it.

“It’s really uninnovative.”

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

Sure enough, in addition to some conventional spell books and alchemy recipes, there are five authentic black magic books hidden on the bookshelf.

The intention is already obvious, this is a test.

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

But unfortunately, he is not.

but......

That's fine.

Thinking about the key point, Klein's mouth rose slightly. With the concentration of principals of all generations, he skipped the ordinary magic books and placed his hand on a black book on the corner of the bookshelf.
Chapter completed!