Alex pulled out a folded document from inside his robes. "I've got an unsigned land deed here. Can you help me convert it into a personal one? Carrying this around is making me nervous. If I lose it or something happens to it, that's going to be a huge headache."
Vanessa glanced at the deed and froze, her eyes widening. "Wait a second—an unsigned land deed? Alex, these things are ridiculously rare! There aren't many left in the entire wizarding world. Converting one into a personal deed is simple, sure, but turning it back into an unsigned one? That's near impossible!" She stared at the deed again, then at Alex, clearly astonished. "Where did you get this? And—hold on—is this for property in Diagon Alley?"
Alex shrugged as if it were no big deal. "Found it on a Death Eater. It's fair game. Nothing in the rules against it."
Vanessa's jaw dropped. "Fair game or not, most people would only find a few Galleons at best. You're telling me you ended up with property in Diagon Alley? That's insane!"
"It's just luck," Alex said, smiling modestly. "Who knows? Maybe you'll get lucky one day too. Anyway, let's get this paperwork sorted. Dinner's on me afterward as thanks."
Vanessa laughed. "Deal. You've officially become a small-time landlord, huh? Let me take you through the process—it's really simple. After that, we can head to the Minister. She's probably busy right now anyway."
"Lead the way," Alex said with a grin.
They headed to the fifth floor and entered the office of the International Magical Trade Standards Association under the Department of International Magical Cooperation. The entire process was surprisingly straightforward. After a few forms, three official seals, and some quick record-keeping, the deed was officially converted into a personal title.
As Alex handed over the last document, he noticed something interesting. "So, almost all trade-related matters go through this department?" he asked curiously.
Vanessa nodded. "Yep. It's because of the goblins. Since they're responsible for minting Galleons and play such a big role in commerce, their influence stretches across international magical law. Pretty much all trade has to be standardized here. It's a hassle sometimes, but it keeps things organized."
Alex hummed thoughtfully. "Makes sense." Once the paperwork was done, they headed to the Minister's office. Alex knocked twice on the door.
"Come in," came the clear voice from inside.
Alex stepped in and found not just Minister Bagnold but also Bartemius Crouch aka Barty, Director of Magical Law Enforcement, and Moody. The two seemed to have just finished a meeting, as Crouch was busy organizing a stack of documents.
Seeing Barty immediately brought to mind some of the Death Eaters' confessions. Alex suppressed a frown, remembering the rumor about Barty's son. While there was no direct proof of his involvement, Alex made a mental note to tread carefully around the man. Minister Bagnold greeted him warmly. "Ah, Alex, perfect timing. We were just talking about you. How have you been resting?"
Alex smiled politely. "Thank you, Minister. The lounge Moody arranged for me was very comfortable. I got some much-needed rest."
"That's good. Regarding this morning's battle, Moody has written a very detailed report. As a young wizard, you showed incredible bravery and managed to independently defeat the five Death Eaters led by Torquil Travers. Your actions are an outstanding contribution to the entire British wizarding world, and we believe you deserve to be rewarded and encouraged for it." Millicent Bagnold, ever the capable and efficient official, went straight to the point.
Moody, standing off to the side, was grinning and winking at Alex, his behavior surprisingly light-hearted for a man of his usual stern demeanor. Though his smile bordered on unsettling, there was no mistaking the twinkle of pride in his magical eye as if he already knew some good news was on its way.
"You flatter me," Alex said, standing tall with a composed expression. "I was only protecting myself, not doing it for any reward. Death Eaters threaten the safety of our world and disrupt peace at every turn. Anyone with a sense of justice would take a stand against them. It just so happened I was there." His tone was steady, and he looked completely sincere.
If Yulia had been present, she might have fainted on the spot. Alex's words were more hypocritical than anything she had ever heard, and she had met plenty of Slytherins. But to the three Ministry officials standing before him, Alex's response came across as humble and noble, only deepening their admiration for him. In their minds, this young wizard was a shining example of integrity, modesty, and bravery—a rare find indeed.
"There's no need to be so modest," Millicent said with a smile. "Your exceptional contribution will not be overlooked, and we've already decided on your rewards." She unfolded a document and gave it a quick glance before reading aloud.
"First of all, Mr. Alex Wilson, the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes has reviewed the off-campus spellcasting detected in Regent's Park this morning and in downtown London yesterday afternoon. I hereby declare that all your previous instances of spellcasting outside school grounds are now officially deemed legal," she announced in a tone that left no room for argument.
"Secondly, for facing five Death Eaters single-handedly this morning, resisting their attack with remarkable courage, subduing them, and promptly handing them over to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, you have made a significant contribution to the Ministry's fight against dark forces. In light of your heroic actions, the Ministry has decided to award you the following honors."
Millicent Bagnold took a deep breath before continuing. "First, you will be awarded the Order of Merlin, third Class. Second, the Ministry will present you with a monetary reward of 1,000 Galleons. Third, you will be bestowed the title of 'Wizard Hero' and receive a Medal of Honor. And finally," Millicent added with a warm smile, "the Ministry will hold a public celebration banquet in your honor in a few days. During this event, you will be officially recognized for your heroism. The Ministry's Public Information Office has also arranged an exclusive interview with you, so please be prepared."
As the commendation was read out, Alex froze. He had expected some kind of recognition—maybe a medal or a modest reward—but this? A title, a public banquet, and an exclusive interview? It all felt too much.
Moody's laughter broke through his thoughts. "Well, how about that, Alex? Didn't see that coming, did you? Looks like you'll be in the spotlight this time."
"Wait, hold on," Alex said, pointing to himself, his expression a mixture of disbelief and confusion. "A wizard hero? Me?"
"Why not?" Moody chuckled, clapping Alex on the shoulder. "Most people would jump at the chance to be called a hero. What's got you so flustered?"
"I think Alex is wondering why we're making such a big deal out of this," said Barty, who had been quiet until now. His sharp eyes seemed to pierce through Alex's unease as he spoke with a small smirk.
"Exactly," Alex admitted. "I'm just a student, not an Auror or a Ministry employee. Why would you give me such title?"