New Professor at Hogwarts

The hearing on August 12th is coming soon.

Sharon is no longer an employee of the Ministry of Magic, nor is she a person with many honorary titles like Dumbledore, so she will not be invited to attend the hearing.

But when he was reading books about transfiguration, an owl flew to Fremont Manor.

"Amelia wants me to attend this hearing about Harry Potter?!" Xia Ran opened the letter and was a little surprised. At Harry's hearing, what did Amelia invite him to do?

Wouldn't it be better to invite Professor McGonagall than him?

Xia Ran thought about it and decided to go once.

He walked out of Frémont Manor, out of the protective range of his own magic, and Apparated outside the Ministry of Magic's visitor phone box.

It was a bleak little street with only a few shabby-looking offices, a tavern and a dump truck that was almost overflowing.

"Harry and Mr. Weasley have arrived early?" Xia Ran muttered, looking around but found no trace of the two of them.

He walked straight to a dilapidated red phone booth, with several pieces of glass missing and a wall behind it that had been painted over.

He walked in, reached for the phone and picked up the phone.

The phone seemed to be broken, but Xia Ran knew that its current appearance was caused by the Ministry of Magic's special magic.

"Well, let me see...it looks like...6, 2, 4, 4, 2..." He dialed the visitor number.

As the dial whirred back to its original position, a woman's cold voice sounded in the phone booth, and the woman's voice came from the microphone in Xia Ran's hand. It was loud and clear, like a The invisible ghost of a woman is standing next to Xia Ran.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your business."

Xia Ran held the microphone casually and said, "Xia Ran Frémont was invited to attend the hearing of Harry Potter."

"Thank you!" said the cold female voice, "Guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

Ding Lingling!

A small object slipped out of the metal chute usually used to withdraw coins. Xia Ran picked it up. It was a square silver badge that read: Xia Ran Frémont, Hearing.

He took the badge in his hand, and the cold woman's voice spoke again.

"Guests of the Ministry of Magic, you are required to be checked and register your wand at the security desk. The security desk is located at the end of the main hall."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground of the phone booth suddenly trembled.

He slowly sank into the ground. Xia Ran raised his head and saw that the sidewalk outside the glass window of the phone booth was rising higher and higher, and finally there was darkness above his head.

"Exquisite little mechanism." He commented in a low voice.

After about a minute, a thin golden light shone on his feet, and then the golden light gradually widened, expanded to his body, and finally shined directly on his face, forcing Xia Ran to cast a spell on his face. To avoid being shot in the eyes.

"The Ministry hopes you have a good day," the woman's voice said at last.

The door of the phone booth opened suddenly, and Xia Ran walked out, not looking unfamiliar or surprised at all.

After all, he also worked in the Ministry of Magic for eight years.

He stood at the end of a long, splendid hall. The ground was a polished dark wooden floor, and the peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with sparkling golden symbols. They were constantly moving and changing, like a huge bulletin board.

"The Ministry of Magic moves very quickly." Xia Ran secretly thought. The last time he broke in disguised as Voldemort, he destroyed many things during the war. Now it seems that they have basically been repaired.

"Xia Ran?" said a familiar voice, "Aren't you a professor at Hogwarts? Why did you come back to the Ministry of Magic?"

It's a former colleague.

Xia Ran spread her hands and said: "Participate in Harry Potter's hearing."

The man suddenly understood and followed the crowd into the elevator.

Xia Ran walked lightly and didn't go to any security checkpoint to register her wand. She just walked to the elevator.

Because he fell at the end, there were not many people waiting outside the elevator at this moment.

"Eighth floor, Ministry of Magic Hall."

With a clanking and clicking sound, an elevator stopped in front of him. The elevator door opened, and the people inside were surprised when they saw him.

"Xia Ran?"

"Professor Frémont?!"

The people in the elevator were Harry and Mr. Weasley. They looked at Xia Ran in surprise.

Xia Ran walked into the elevator, pressed the button leading to the Department of Mysteries on the ninth floor, and said, "Amelia seems to think that I should also participate in this hearing, and specially sent an owl to notify me."

"Great!" said Mr. Weasley. "The more people who come to the hearing, the harder it will be for those who want to get in trouble."

Harry knew what Mr. Weasley meant.

A few days ago at the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, others also analyzed that the reason why he had this hearing was mainly due to the push of those Death Eaters who had not yet been completely exposed, and after all, he had violated the law twice. Doctrine, at least that's what's in the Ministry's records.

Since those Death Eaters have not been exposed, or have exposed too many flaws, Voldemort obviously does not want to see them reveal their flaws so soon.

In addition to the three of them, there was a sad and depressed wizard in the elevator. He stared at Harry almost intently, making Harry feel very uncomfortable.

"Nine underground floors, Department of Mysteries!" The indifferent woman fell into silence after speaking.

"Let's go." Xia Ran said, taking the elevator first and waiting for Mr. Weasley and Harry. The three of them walked through a corridor together. The walls on both sides of this corridor were different from the ones above. There were no windows or doors. There is only a black door at the end.

Harry thought they would open the black door, but when they were approaching the door, Xia Ran and Mr. Weasley turned and walked to the left. There was a gap there, leading to a staircase.

"Why did they set the hearing so deep down?" Mr. Weasley gasped.

Xia Ran shrugged her shoulders and said: "It's up to them, but with me and Dumbledore - I don't know if he's here or not - it doesn't matter what the situation is. Voldemort can only get in and out when he breaks into the Ministry of Magic. Well, Dumbledore must be there."

Harry forced a smile, his heart pounding.

The three of them walked under the rough stone wall, with torches stuck on brackets. The doors they passed here were all heavy wooden doors with iron bolts and keyholes embedded in them.

"The Tenth Courtroom... Harry, we are here." Xia Ran stopped and said, "Mr. Weasley, do you want to go in together?"