Can't Let a Hero Be Disheartened

"Young Master, this... this isn't appropriate..."

Even Sebas couldn't help but rub his forehead upon hearing his Young Master's terrible idea.

"Uh... okay, that's definitely not a good idea."

The thought of Cedric's parents having to visit a stranger's grave every year made Bell feel that his idea was utterly immoral.

"Then why don't we just cremate him and give his ashes to Cedric's parents?"

Although that would mean the Diggory couple wouldn't be able to see Cedric one last time, wouldn't ashes be more palatable than mutilated remains?

"Then we'll say that Cedric fought bravely against the Death Eater for a long time and inflicted great damage on Death Eater, living up to his name as Champion!"

In short, do whatever is most powerful.

Oh, and please also apply for a Order of Merlin Medal for Cedric, just the First Class.

"Young Master, it seems unlikely that you'll be able to get a first-class medal."

"Sebas said with difficulty."

Perhaps it was due to the severity of his injury? Sebas noticed that his Young Master's words were becoming increasingly unreliable.

You must understand, that's the Order of Order of Merlin, First Class! It's the highest honor of the Order of Merlin! It's not something you can just apply for casually.

"Could it be that the Young Master has injured his brain?"

Sebas thought with concern.

"Huh!? But Cedric has already sacrificed himself! And he still doesn't get a First Class Medal?"

Upon hearing this, Bell was genuinely surprised.

Are the medals of the Order of Merlin not something that can be obtained easily?

"Young Master, the awarding of medals by the Order of Merlin is based primarily on the magnitude of a wizard's contributions, not on the extent of their sacrifices."

Just kidding. If you could get a Order of Merlin, First Class just for dying in the fight against Death Eater, then the First Class Order of Order of Merlin would have been commonplace more than 10 years ago when Death Eater activities were at their peak.

"Is that so!?"

This was the first time Bell had ever heard of such a thing.

"Then let's settle for second best and get a level two. Level two shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Even Lockhart, that bastard, still has a third-class Order of Merlin. Now that Cedric has lost his life, if he doesn't even get a second-class medal, that would be too humiliating!

"Level 2 shouldn't be a problem. As long as our family pulls some strings behind the scenes, it shouldn't take long to get approved."

However, using the family's resources requires your authorization or that of the William.

"Yes, yes, go ask my father for authorization later, just say it was me who gave it to you."

Bell was too lazy to sign that authorization agreement, so he had to trouble his father.

While Bell and Sebas were chatting, the initial treatment was completed.

Due to the severity of his injuries, a complete cure in one go would not only take a considerable amount of time but could also shorten his lifespan. Therefore, Bell will need to recuperate for a period of time.

However, he won't need to trouble anyone else with the treatment to follow. Once his magical energy is restored, Bell will be able to use healing Curses on his own. With the help of Potions, he should be bouncing around again in less than a week.

"I'll leave the final finishing touches to you. I'll head back now."

Also, please send me a copy of tonight's recording later; it needs to be the unedited, original version.

After struggling to his feet and cleaning himself of the stains and Potions, Bell decided to return to Hogwarts.

He was so tired! All he wanted to do was lie down on his soft bed and have a good night's sleep, not wanting to waste another second.

"Young Master, let me take you home."

Sebas quickly said.

Given his Young Master's current condition, he was not comfortable letting him leave alone.

"No need. Don't worry, I'm much better now."

Bell waved his hand, declining Sebas's offer.

The other person has a lot of things to do, and he doesn't want to waste their time because of his little matter.

"I'm really looking forward to the Daily Prophet's morning news tomorrow morning."

Goodbye.

Without giving Sebas a chance to continue persuading him, Bell waved his Wand lightly and vanished from the spot in a spatial distortion.

"Young Master..."

Reluctantly withdrawing his outstretched hand, Sebas had no choice but to suppress his worries and turn to continue with the next part of the plan.

Let's move the time forward a little.

While Bell was still lurking in the grove, Snape hurriedly left the scene of the third game of the Triwizard Tournament.

At this moment, the arena was in chaos due to the sudden disappearance of Harry and Cedric.

Under the cover of the chaos, no one noticed Snape's sudden departure.

"Damn it! What on earth Dumbledore planning to do?!"

Snape clenched his left forearm tightly, beads of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

The instant Harry was teleported away, Snape turned to look at Dumbledore on the Judging Panel.

Unsurprisingly, he saw no surprise on Dumbledore's face.

That's perfectly normal! Snape didn't believe that anyone could secretly replace the Triwizard Cup with Portkey under Dumbledore's nose without him Dumbledore.

Don't let Dumbledore's age fool you; he's over a hundred years old and keeps spouting nonsense like "I'm too old to go on." Snape would swear on his life that this Old Home is cunning!

"To be old and not die is to be a thief"—that's exactly what Dumbledore about!

However, no matter how dissatisfied he was, Snape could not possibly question Dumbledore about his plans in front of everyone.

The main problem is that asking him was pointless. If Dumbledore didn't want to talk, there was nothing he could do.

Who told me my fists weren't as big as theirs?

But what happened next made Snape completely uneasy.

It turned out that not long after Harry disappeared, Snape felt a burning pain coming from the Dark Mark on his left forearm.

He hadn't felt this kind of pain for over 10 years.

But even 100 years from now, he will never forget this feeling!

This is Voldemort gathering the Death Eater!

But how is this possible! How could Voldemort possibly have the ability to activate the Dark Mark! What on earth is going on!?

As he walked briskly, Snape worried inwardly about Harry's safety.

Soon, he left the competition field and came to the grass not far from the school gate.

Now that the place was deserted, he could safely examine the anomaly of the Dark Mark on his arm.