Before Manus could even catch his breath, many people surrounded him again.
"Manus! Let us have a look! It's a First-Class Order of Merlin Medal!"
Manus smiled and removed the gold medal with its green ribbon from his chest, handing it over.
"Go ahead and look."
"Huh?!"
Manus offered it so readily that the people egging him on did not dare take it. After all, fewer than five living people in the entire Wizarding World currently held this medal.
What if they damaged it?
"Go ahead and look. Don't worry about it."
Manus extended his hand again.
"Honor is honor. The medal is merely an accompaniment to that honor, a memento. Even if it gets damaged, a Reparo will fix it. It's not some precious magical artifact."
Uh... it sounded a little strange, but that did seem to make sense?
Putting aside the fear of damaging it and bearing responsibility, it would have been a lie to say they were not curious about the medal. Even if Manus was right and it could not really be damaged, how many people knew someone who would not mind if they damaged an Order of Merlin Medal?
Forget touching it—how many people even got the chance to see one?
After using the medal to send away most of his classmates, Manus smiled at Aivina and the others.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't come squeeze in with the crowd and would wait until I got back?"
"How could that be the same? This only happens once in a lifetime! Of course we couldn't miss it."
Aivina did not rush to speak, but Lily spoke up first.
"Hmm... that's not necessarily true."
Manus said uncertainly after thinking it over.
It was true that no one had ever received an Order of Merlin Medal more than