Grindelwald: What Good Are You If You Keep Letting the Kids Suffer?!

Fudge began passing the photograph around for everyone present to examine.

When it reached Shafik, all the color drained from his face at once...

This... a Potion formula Black had written down in a single minute... had actually worked!

"I think... everyone already knows who won and who lost this round, right?" Fudge asked, sweeping his gaze across the hall.

"Minister Fudge, even if Black had never invented the Life-Prolonging Potion or the Limb Regeneration Spell, this one Potion formula that can completely cure Dragon Pox would be enough to earn him another Order of Merlin, First Class on its own," Dean Pohan said with feeling.

As a healer, he understood better than anyone that for patients with severe Dragon Pox who had been waiting to die, such a miraculous Potion could rightly be called a miracle!

Everyone in the hall nodded in agreement...

This Potion formula truly deserved an Order of Merlin, First Class.

Fudge looked at Black and said somewhat sourly, "Then congratulations, Black. It looks like you might have earned another Order of Merlin, First Class..."

Good grief, everyone else came here to receive an award, took one medal, and went home.

But Black was different... he took one medal after another...

Kid, were you here to stock up or something?

"Mr. Shafik?" Black looked at Shafik.

Shafik trembled all over. "Y-you shouldn't get cocky... You still need to create a new spell before you pass!"

Dumbledore finally could not hold back any longer and rose to his feet.

He said coldly, "Shafik, isn't this Potion formula enough to prove this child's ability?"

Shafik was so frightened by Dumbledore's terrifying presence that he could not even speak.

In truth, for Black, who possessed the Ruyi Wand...

Creating a new spell was far easier than creating a new