Inlfmorny was originally a stone cabin built by Insolt Thayer and his No-Maj husband James Stewart.
As the school continues to grow, the cabin has turned into a castle.
As the number of students increases, more teachers are recruited.
"Inlfmorny is the best!" Sam pulled Munson to sit down, "That time was really wonderful."
Vincent, who listened quietly, did not refute.
No matter what the truth is, your alma mater is always the best.
"Remember the snake tree at the school gate?"
"Remember, you secretly broke a branch not long after you entered school, which made Dean O'Brien not treat you well until graduation."
The Thunderbird Academy that Sam attended represents the soul, and almost all of its students are adventurous.
Pukechi College, where Munson attended, represents the heart, and the students are all kind-hearted.
Gryffindor and Hufflepuff?
The Academy of the Horned Water Snake represents wisdom and particularly favors students who are eager to learn.
The last cat and leopard represent the body, and all the students are warrior-like beings.
Ravenclaw and Gryffindor?
Vincent contacted Gormlaith Gaunt and felt that it was normal to not have Slytherin.
Being chased across the ocean, unless it is the true Holy Mother, it will be useless for anyone else.
"I still don't understand why you are the best in our class."
Sam raised his chin high, "You know genius? That's what I am."
Munson held back his laughter and looked towards Vincent, "Yes, the genius who was tied up as a mummy."
"That was an accident!" Sam stood up abruptly, "I tell you, you don't understand, I was——"
He was about to demonstrate something when Bradley suddenly grabbed him by the back of the neck.
"Asshole! Do you think I didn't see it?
It's my fault that you still have plans - you really need to be dealt with, you bastard!"
"Director, my fingers are cramped."
In front of many guests, Sam was hit hard three times on the forehead.
"Hiss—" the guests twitched their mouths and no longer paid attention to what was going on here.
"Do they often do this?"
"Twice a week, maybe three or four times a week."
Vincent and his parents found a relatively quiet place to sit down.
There are medals to get, and suddenly there is food and drink in the open space in front. The key is that there is also a "live performance".
It's a huge profit to come here.
"Ahem -" Randolph raised the microphone, "Please be patient, our Auror Office Director is educating ignorant young people."
His humor received a round of applause.
Bradley glared at Sam fiercely, and the latter immediately lowered his head in aggrievedness.
Randolph raised his hands and clenched his fists on the stage, and the entire venue fell silent.
"Okay, I have some very important news for everyone -"
He looked in the direction of the Wayne family, "It's time to award the Congressional Medal of Honor!"
The lights in the venue dimmed, and then a beam of white light emitted from the ceiling illuminated Vincent.
"The establishment of our Magical Congress has gone through countless ups and downs, but they will only make us stronger!"
The lights in the venue gradually brightened, reflecting Randolph's resolute face, "We are an open and inclusive government. Any wizard or No-Maj can get this honor!"
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Before Vincent whipped Fudge to death, he had to admire his vision.
It seems like awarding medals to foreign friends, but it is actually sending a signal to the world.
I am afraid that many wizards who have been marginalized in their home countries will move here to settle down.
"Invite our hero, Vincent Wayne!"
Under the cheers and applause, Vincent stood next to Randolph with a smile.
"Mr. Wayne, you deserve this."
Randolph bent slightly and personally pinned a delicate golden medal to the jacket of his suit.
"M" stands for Magical Congress, and the overlapping "M" underneath stands for honor.
"I hope I can get a second chance like this."
Vincent shook his head regretfully, "Chairman Randolph, Mr. Graves will be unhappy."
The guests in the audience were all laughing.
Compared to Da Ying's subtle humor, America's humor is much more straightforward.
Randolph turned to look at Bradley, who was smiling, "No, look at how happy he is smiling!"
Bradley, pretending to be angry, raised his right hand and shook his index finger, as if to indicate that no outsider would ever get this medal again.
"I'm sorry, old friend -" Randolph turned to Newt, "there's another one who's going to get it!"
The lights dimmed again.
Newt, illuminated by white light, walked forward quickly.
"Mr. Scamander, I hope this will change your view of our Magical Congress."
Newt smiled awkwardly, "I will try my best."
After Randolph put the medal on him personally, he turned his attention back to Bradley.
"The director of our Auror Office said that he has already received the medal once, and if he takes it back, he will be resented by many people."
The guests all shook their heads and did not think this was a disgusting behavior at all.
When the Magical Congress was established, there were initially only 12 Aurors.
The Graves family is the descendant of one of them.
Sam, who was far away from Bradley, was muttering something in a low voice.
Judging from the shape of the mouth, they don't seem to sound good.
"Young people are the future, these are his exact words." Randolph paused and looked in the direction of the bright light.
The illuminated Sam's eyes widened and his mouth opened in disbelief.
"Sam Chavez, he's one of the best young men we've had in recent years."
Sam, who was still in a daze, looked at Bradley blankly.
He seemed to want to say something and strode towards the other party.
"You brat, get up quickly!"
"Thank you, Director Graves."
Sam hugged Bradley hard, "It would be nice if you didn't always target me."
"Get out of here!" Bradley laughed angrily and pushed him away.
"Do things seriously for me from now on, or just wait for me to take back your medal!"
“Tch—there’s no reason to take it back without sending it out.”
Before being beaten, Sam had already walked away.
Randolph motioned with his eyes to Bradley below to come up and award the medal.
The answer he received was to shake his head and refuse.
"Our Head of Auror Office seems to be shy."
Amidst the ridicule, Bradley reluctantly walked up.
He and Randolph each took a medal and put it on Sam, whose face was slightly green.
"Director Graves, it seems a little crooked."
"Adjust it yourself." Bradley smiled and leaned into his ear, "Come down to my office. I have a very important task for you."
After Sam thanked him uneasily, he went down as if running away.
According to his many years of workplace experience, the more important the task, the more troublesome it is.