Compensation, Order of Merlin Medal

Dean Sacia remained silent for a moment, then did not continue the topic.

"Let's get down to business first," she said, looking at Dumbledore. "I suspect someone is making a Potions that can affect Werewolf' transformations, and the one we encountered today was very likely deliberately placed in St Mungo's's."

I don't know his reason for doing this; it could be to test the drug's effectiveness, or it could be to create panic.

But regardless, this act is undoubtedly a desecration of St Mungo's's, and I will find that person."

"Need any help?" Dumbledore asked. "I happen to know a Werewolf friend."

"Thank you for your kindness, but it's unnecessary. I have some connections with a Werewolf clan." Dean Sacia pondered for a moment, "They are enough."

Dean Sacia's eyes were icy cold; that person had dared to do such a thing in St Mungo's's, which had crossed her bottom line.

Thankfully nothing bad happened today, otherwise St Mungo's's reputation would have been severely tarnished.

She needs to let others know that pharmacists also have tempers.

Whether intentionally or not, neither of them mentioned the Ministry of Magic during their conversation.

Dumbledore, having been rejected, said nothing more.

A Werewolf pack... so one more or one less really makes no difference.

"There's one last thing, and that's about compensation."

Kyle unconsciously shifted his weight forward... He'd been waiting for this since the beginning.

"I am very sorry that your mistake has put you in such a dangerous situation. St Mungo's will take full responsibility for this."

Dean Sacia thought for a moment and said, "One thousand Galleon. This is our compensation to you. We hope you can forgive our mistake."

"Furthermore, because you stopped the Werewolf from committing murder and preserved St Mungo's's reputation, we will reward you with another two thousand Galleon."

Is it 3,000 Galleon in total?

Kyle raised an eyebrow; to be honest, it was a little less than he had expected.

It's no exaggeration to say that those first few seconds when he encountered the Werewolf were more dangerous than when he faced Oren in the Forbidden Forest.

From the moment he picked up the wand to the moment he cast the first Softening Charm, it only took about a second. If he had made even the slightest mistake, he would have already been bitten.

In the face of such a life-threatening situation, a compensation of only three thousand Galleon is indeed not much.

However, considering that the other party knows Dumbledore and had just spoken up for me... three thousand it is, I have to give Dumbledore face.

Moreover, Kyle is also easily embarrassed.

Since they'd already put it that way, he was really too embarrassed to ask for the remaining 997,000 Galleon.

Kyle nodded, about to agree, when Dean Sacia continued.

"And, the Order of Merlin!"

"What..." Kyle didn't react for a moment; he thought he had misheard.

"The Order of Merlin," Dean Sacia repeated, smiling slightly. "I will personally nominate you, but I can't guarantee whether it will be a second or third class."

This was her true compensation... or rather, her thank-you gift.

In her view, the lives of those patients were more important than St Mungo's's reputation.

There were about fifty patients lying in bed on the second floor. If Werewolf broke into the room at that moment, they would be powerless to resist.

Kyle indirectly saved the lives of fifty wizards, an act that fully deserves a Order of Merlin.

It's just his age... Dean Sacia frowned.

Kyle is too young, not even twelve years old yet. If he were a little older, even just as an adult, getting a second-class medal would be no problem at all.

But now she can only try her best.

Dean Sacia looked at Kyle and asked, "So, are you satisfied?"

"Of course, I'm very satisfied," Kyle laughed. "However... can I replace the Galleon with something else?"

"Oh, what do you want to change it to?"

"Potions of equal value," Kyle blurted out. "If possible, I'd like it made by you, any kind will do."

This answer surprised Dean Sacia, who instinctively asked, "Why do you want to switch to Potions?"

"Because I love Potions Class," Kyle replied without hesitation. "Having a bottle of a master potion with me means I can always be aware of my shortcomings."

"Puff..."

Nearby, Dumbledore, who was drinking black tea, suddenly choked and almost dropped his cup.

He wiped his damp beard. "Sorry, the tea is a little hot."

Kyle, seemingly oblivious, continued, "And I also have a little selfish motive. The work of a Potions Master is worth far more than the corresponding Galleon."

"... Can."

Dean Sacia agreed almost without hesitation, "I will make Potions that the seven grades need to learn in turn."

But I don't know their value; they're probably much less than three thousand Galleon. Are you sure?"

"OK, OK." Kyle nodded repeatedly.

He only decided to replace the Galleon with Potions on a whim.

The main reason is that he doesn't lack Galleon now. Even if he had three thousand more, they would just be gathering dust in Gringotts.

We might as well try something else.

Judging from Dumbledore's words, this Dean's Potions skills seem to be even stronger than Horace Slughorn's.

This is a rare opportunity; once you miss out on this masterpiece by Potions Master, it's truly gone forever.

After finishing their discussion, the group left the tea room's private room.

The Ministry of Magic personnel are still downstairs, and they're here to help. As the headmaster of St Mungo's's, Sacia can't just ignore it all.

Moreover, in the Werewolf's original ward on the second floor, two other people were also injured. Although they were lucky enough not to be bitten, she still needed to go and check on them.

When the group reached the fifth floor, Kyle saw the round-faced boy again.

He was still standing at the corner of the stairs, holding the lunchbox, but this time, there was someone behind him, who seemed to be his grandmother, judging from her age.

The other person was wearing a long dress, carrying a large red handbag, and wearing a hat with a vulture specimen on it.

The round-faced boy from St Mungo's's, plus the old lady wearing a bald hat... Kyle probably knew who they were.

"Speak, Neville!"

Upon seeing Kyle and his group, Augusta Longbottom nudged the boy from behind.

The boy hurriedly put the lunchbox aside, walked up to Kyle, and said nervously, "Thank you, thank you for saving me... I, I was just so scared, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I understand." Kyle looked at him and asked, "What's your name?"

"Neville, Neville Longbottom."