Thanks to the news in the [Daily Prophet], Su Er had certainly made a huge splash at Hogwarts.
The Order of Merlin, Third Class made the rounds among the young Hufflepuff wizards before Cedric carefully handed it back. Su Er casually stuffed it into his little bag.
"Aren't you going to put it in a box?" Cedric asked, unable to help himself as he watched with alarm.
"It's fine. It's just a medal. It's not like I can eat it." Su Er shrugged. "Honestly, the only thing that appeals to me about this medal is the hundred Galleons a year."
Cedric's face went blank... Is this what humblebragging looks like? Do you even hear what you're saying?!
A hundred Galleons is the least significant part of the reward!!! This medal represents something far more important, don't you understand?!!!
Su Er couldn't hear Cedric's internal frenzy. The others had already surrounded him. Compared with an Order of Merlin they could see and touch but didn't own, the story behind it held more appeal for the young wizards.
It would give them something to boast about to students from other houses or their families.
You know the youngest-ever recipient of the Order of Merlin? He's my classmate! He's from our Hufflepuff House!
Under the young wizards' relentless questioning, Su Er even told them what color trousers Peter Pettigrew had worn on the day he was caught.
But the young wizards were dissatisfied-very dissatisfied. To their ears, the story was a little too dull, not enough for them to boast about to others. It needed a little embellishment.
"Didn't that traitor Pettigrew draw his wand and have a thrilling magical duel with you?" one young wizard asked, unwilling to let it go.
"Actually, no." Su Er shook his head honestly. "The person who