In the early morning,
Staff from the British Ministry of Magic arrived at the center of the camp that had been cleared out the day before and busily laid out stretches of red carpet using magic.
Countless sturdy and thick logs floated up, gradually forming a three-story-high frame.
As soon as the sun rose, a simple yet sophisticated open-air Great Hall was erected.
The red carpet was covered with gold patterns symbolizing nobility, and the wooden frame was adorned with various gorgeous gemstones to form a magnificent award platform.
When people woke up, the open-air Great Hall had been decorated in an exceptionally lavish manner.
A massive Weather Charms turned the sky a clear, deep blue, and light, fluffy clouds drifted in slowly.
The Magical Projection covering the entire camp was activated, and countless lush green plants and flowers instantly covered the entire camp.
The melodious chirping of birds filled the air, and smiles bloomed on people's faces.
The Magical Projection creates a strong sense of fantasy, making people feel as if they are in a fairyland.
The efficiency demonstrated by the British Ministry of Magic successfully fooled the delegation from the International Confederation of Wizards, which was the first to arrive.
The fact that such a hastily organized award ceremony could be so impressive shows the extraordinary organizational skills of the British Ministry of Magic.
As time went by, more and more people came out of the tents, and the smiles on their faces grew brighter and brighter.
The invisible gloom that had hung over the camp seemed to have been completely dispelled, and the delegation began to waver in its decision to intervene in the investigation of the attack.
Since we have the ability to alleviate public concerns and anxieties, perhaps the best decision is to remain on the sidelines for now.
A few minutes later, the Wizengamot, dressed in deep purple robes, entered the Great Hall under Dumbledore's guidance.
They were all solemn and dignified, exuding a powerful aura.
Fudge, standing behind Dumbledore, looked at the delegation from the International Confederation of Wizards, whose faces were filled with anticipation, and then exchanged knowing smiles with the high-ranking officials of the British Ministry of Magic beside him.
The stage is set up and all the actors are in place. Now, only the main character needs to take the stage, and this grand show for the global Wizarding World can officially begin.
At the same time,
Vincent had changed into who-knows-how-many outfits, was being scrutinized by Hermione in his room.
She walked around him twice, then gently shook her head. "Black is too somber. I think lighter colors would suit you better."
Vincent looked at the various clothes that were almost piled up on the entire bed.
These are all new clothes she bought while shopping recently; each piece of clothing was carefully selected by her.
Her indecisiveness is an old problem, but the fact that she's been struggling with it since dawn is quite something.
Vincent glanced at the Magical Communicator on his wrist. "We have less than 10 minutes left."
"I know." Hermione quickly rummaged through the pile of clothes on the bed and found a brown vest. "Today is a big day for you representing the British Wizarding World. No detail can be wrong."
Vincent glanced at the same dark purple robe that Wizengamot wore while putting it on.
Wearing this is actually quite good; it's dignified and solemn enough, symbolizing his identity as a representative of Britain youth, and he won't stand out too much when standing with the big shots in the Wizarding World.
A white shirt paired with a brown vest certainly doesn't look as somber as the previous black suit.
Hermione then rummaged through the pile of clothes and found a light gray stand-up collar coat.
Vincent put it on and stared at himself in the mirror, somewhat speechless.
Fantastic! Standing among a group of wizarding big shots dressed in dark colors, he would definitely be the most dazzling one.
Hermione's eyes Winky; she was very pleased with his outfit.
"Wouldn't that be too conspicuous?"
"How could that be? I think it suits you perfectly."
Vincent chose to accept it.
Hermione went to the clothes rack and took the purple sash off the dark purple robe.
This sash was the Order of Merlin, Second Class, which he received two years ago for defeating Quirrell, and a beautiful medal was attached to the end of the sash.
She threaded the sash through the shoulder strap of his trench coat on the right shoulder, then pinned the medal at the end to the brown vest underneath.
After completing all this, the two walked out of the room together.
Before we even reached the bottom of the stairs, gasps of surprise rang out.
His friends gathered around and started commenting on his look.
"Dude, you really impressed me today!"
"He's the star of the day, so of course he has to dress smartly."
"Tsk tsk—he looks much more energetic than those old men."
"Exactly, they must be dressed in an old-fashioned and rigid way."
Hermione's taste and judgment were quite good, and Vincent no longer felt any resistance.
At 8 a. m. sharp, Fudge's voice rang out.
"Today is August 21, 1994. Three days ago, in the early morning, we suffered a terrible attack."
The people who were talking to each other stopped and turned their attention to the projection screens in various parts of the camp.
Fudge, dressed in a crimson robe of Wizengamot, stood at the very front of the podium alongside Dumbledore.
His expression was filled with sorrow. "None of us wanted this tragedy to happen, but it just happened without warning."
Sadness began to spread little by little.
Fudge clenched his fists, his emotions suddenly becoming agitated.
"At this critical moment, someone stepped forward!"
The image on the projection screen switched to the outside of a luxurious tent.
Fudge raised his fist high, "Please welcome our hero to the stage!"
Amidst cheers and applause, Vincent walked out of the tent with a smile on his face.
People nearby gathered around to express their gratitude to him.
In the opposite tent, out of the camera's view, the Malfoy family clapped their hands in a particularly hypocritical manner.
Needless to say, Snape's eyes were filled with utter disgust.
Although Draco didn't hide it very well, his expression was much better than Draco's.
Vincent's eyes swept over the grateful faces before him, and the smile on his lips slowly became natural.
A show doesn't mean it's all fake; some things can never be faked.
Amidst the crowd, Vincent slowly walked toward the open-air Great Hall in the center of the camp.
He was very relaxed, without the slightest stiffness.
The distance wasn't far, but the journey took a very long time.
He would occasionally stop to chat briefly with people and comfort those who couldn't help but cry.
This heartwarming scene was instantly broadcast live throughout the global Wizarding World.
As he approached the open-air Great Hall, the people standing on the periphery automatically made way for him.
"I love you, Vincent!"
Vincent looked in the direction of the sound and saw a burly, rough-looking man.
He took a deep breath and strode quickly toward the open-air Great Hall.
"I love you too, Vincent!"
"Mua~"
Judging from the voice, it should be a witch, but he had no intention of stopping to interact with her.
More and more wizards and witches confessed their love to him, and Hermione, who was waiting outside the tent, pouted angrily.
Seeing Vincent's performance, she still felt a little dissatisfied.
Being popular is a good thing, but being too popular is not necessarily a good thing.
Vincent quickly entered the open-air Great Hall and stopped in front of Fudge and Dumbledore.
"Thank you." Fudge hugged him. "Thank you for everything you've done for us."
Dumbledore was standing nearby, picked up a handkerchief and wiped his slightly reddened eyes.
After embracing him for a while, Fudge released his grip. "In recognition of Mr. Vincent Wayne's heroic actions in the early hours of August 18, the Wizengamot Elders will award him an Order of Merlin, First Class!"
Dumbledore put away the handkerchief and took out an exquisite wooden box from his pocket.
Inside, there was a beautiful gold medal and a green ribbon.
Similar to the way the second-class medal is worn, two ribbons, one purple and one green, run from the right shoulder of the light gray coat to the right chest, each pinned with a beautiful medal to the brown vest underneath.