New Professor at Hogwarts

"Percy, relax, you won't get dad into trouble if you curse Fudge at Hogwarts." George Weasley smiled.

"Yeah, Percy, come on, say it after me, Fudge is a big idiot!" Fred said with a smile.

"Oh, don't do this," Ginny pleaded.

That's what George and Fred said, and they also knew that too much words would lead to mistakes. In public, they still couldn't make too serious arrangements with Fudge, which would easily affect their father who worked in the Ministry of Magic.

Fred said as if he was suffocating: "That's why we don't want to work in the Ministry of Magic. Meeting such a boss would cost me my life!"

"The Ministry of Magic is not that easy to get into." Percy said with a snort. His dream was to work in the Ministry of Magic, climb to a senior leadership position, become a high official, and have a better future than Mr. Weasley.

After all, although Mr. Weasley serves as the director of the Office for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items, he actually has only one person under his command, and he only has two, so he cannot be called a leading official of the Ministry of Magic at all.

George said funny: "Yes, my dear Chairman Percy... Oh, no, Minister Percy!"

"Haha!" Others couldn't help laughing.

Percy's face turned red and he just left the auditorium with a piece of bread.

At this moment, a taller wizard came over and said: "Okay, guys, don't laugh. Tomorrow happens to be a break, and we have to seize the opportunity to discuss the tactics used in the game. Slytherin's strength cannot be underestimated." It was Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Here?" Harry was obviously surprised.

"Of course not here." Wood said, "There are too many people in the auditorium, and it is easy to leak our tactical secrets, so you finish your food quickly, and we will go back to the common room to discuss. Boys and girls are already prepared Okay." He pointed to Angelina, Alya, and Katie who were waiting on one side, the Chasers of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Harry was the seeker, Fred and George were the batters, and Wood himself was the keeper.

"Okay, that'll be it in a minute, Oliver," said Fred.

"That thing about Buckbeak..." Harry looked at Ron and Hermione.

Ron said confidently: "Don't worry, Harry, just go ahead. Hermione and I will go to the library and we will definitely find something to help Buckbeak win the lawsuit. Besides, I can't, Hermione is here." "

Because in the first class of school, the hippogriff Buckbeak injured Draco Malfoy, causing Buckbeak to be sanctioned by the Ministry of Magic. Under the arguments of Dumbledore and Hagrid, After hard work, the idea of ​​filing a lawsuit came up.

Hagrid's testimony in defense of Buckbeak was definitely hopeless. Ron and Harry actually had little hope either, and they mainly relied on Hermione.

Hermione smiled shyly and speechlessly.

"Ah!" Harry suddenly cried out in pain and covered his forehead tightly. He suddenly felt the burning pain from the lightning scar on his forehead, which made him cry out involuntarily.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Others looked at him with concern.

Harry didn't want others to worry about him, and he didn't think it was a big deal. He smiled and said, "I had a headache just now, but it's much better now. It's not a big deal."

"You should tell Dumbledore about this, Harry." Suddenly someone in the corridor patted Harry on the shoulder and said.

A group of people suddenly turned their heads in astonishment.

"Professor Frémont? It's no need, it's just a headache." Harry didn't want to trouble Dumbledore, and he also felt that it would be embarrassing to approach Dumbledore for such a trivial matter, and it would not save his face.

Xia Ran looked solemn and said, "Harry, the pain in your scar has a much deeper meaning than you imagine."

When he was about to leave the Great Hall, he suddenly heard Harry groaning in pain and covering his forehead. He suddenly knew that it was Voldemort's emotional fluctuations.

Harry's lightning scar is almost a channel connecting Harry and Voldemort, except that Voldemort takes the dominant position. Of course, because of Harry's mother's magical protection, Voldemort would feel a burning pain when he touched Harry's soul, and he would never take the initiative to touch Harry's soul.

In order to lure Harry to snatch the prophecy ball, the original time and space deliberately set up a virtual illusion to mislead Harry, leading to a battle in the Department of Mysteries, and Sirius' death.

That's because Harry was hot-headed and too impulsive.

"Xia Ran, are you sure it's this serious?" Lu Ping asked in shock.

"It's more serious than you think." Xia Ran nodded and said, "Let's go and see Dumbledore."

Harry had no choice but to get up and follow Xia Ran and Lupine to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

The others still had blank expressions on their faces, except Oliver Wood, who sighed regretfully that his Seeker could no longer attend the team meeting.

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This is a large house that has been dilapidated for a long time. It is located on a hillside. From here, you can see the entire village below. If Xia Ran is here, you may be surprised. That village is somewhat familiar. He has just been here during the summer vacation. One trip, this is Little Hangleton.

Several windows in the house were sealed, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and ivy crawled all over the house.

"Master, are you feeling better? If you are still hungry, drink some more." A man's voice said.

"Wait a moment, I just experienced a long journey, and I don't have a good appetite now." A cold voice said slowly, which was colder and biting than the cold wind blowing at night.

And a big snake was wandering around in the old house. It was at least twelve feet long. The snake spat lightly and kept making hissing sounds from its mouth.

"Little Barty, did you see it? This is my father's house." The cold voice spoke again, "Riddle House was once the most spacious and magnificent building in this town. But, now you are here Look, it has become damp, desolate, and uninhabited all year round, except for this old lame Muggle who has nowhere to go and has to continue to live here."

"Mortal life and things are too fragile to last forever!" The cold voice sounded mocking.

The man's voice at the beginning spoke: "Master, you are the wizard who has traveled the farthest on the road to immortality in the world!"

"Yes, you are right, little Barty, I have always believed in this." The cold voice said.

"Bah! What eternity, what immortality, two fools talking in their sleep!" At this time, a third voice sounded in the room, which sounded like an older man.

"Haha, how can Muggles understand the mysteries of wizards?"

The cold voice said slowly: "Little Barty, put down your wand first and don't do anything. We always have to show some respect to such a courageous person, even if he is just a dirty Muggle."