Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 183 Catwoman Kayla
"But—you're only in fourth grade—"

Hardy was a little surprised to hear that Hermione had started her first internship experience.

When Hermione pursed her lips stubbornly, with an unexpected light in her eyes, he added, "Professor Ollivander told me that he was quite satisfied with your alchemy paper for the final exam."

"I'm very glad to hear the professor's praise for me from Mr. Smith."

Hardy walked side by side with Hermione and went straight to the meeting room for the inauguration ceremony.

"Minister Cornelius Fudge promised to let me experience the work of Aurors, and Director Scrimgeour promised to let me work with an Auror."

"Professor McGonagall and Headmaster Dumbledore were not very supportive," said Hermione, "because school has started, but the Minister of Magic wrote them a letter."

She trotted to keep up with Hardy's pace, "In addition, I have also assured Professor McGonagall and Principal Dumbledore that it will never affect my homework."

Turning around the corridor, noisy voices came from the large room on the right at the end. Just as the two were about to go in quietly, a small door opposite was suddenly opened.

"certainly--"

A dull voice sounded.

"It's our job," said Auror Chief of Staff Rufus Scrimgeour, followed by another.

Hermione's eyes widened. "It's Lucius Malfoy," she said.

"Mr. Malfoy, I'm really sorry to hear such bad news, but please believe that you are not the only victim."

Lucius Malfoy, who had just walked out of the room, stomped his cane heavily, "That despicable thief! Ha, Catwoman Keira!"

"She stole the treasures from our Malfoy Manor, hope to hear good news from you within a month."

"Oh, that's good news in itself—" Hermione murmured, hiding behind Hardy.

Out of politeness, Hardy pretending to be Braden was the first to say hello to Scrimgeour and Malfoy.

It can be seen that Scrimgeour is recovering well, and he has not suffered a serious illness because he was once controlled by Voldemort's Horcrux.

Scrimgeour nodded sullenly, while Malfoy snorted softly and passed by with a sullen face.

But soon, he stopped again, turned around and asked, "Braden Smith?"

"Mr. Malfoy?"

Not seeing Hermione dodging in a hurry, Malfoy said, "I heard that you have a close relationship with Professor Ollivander at Hogwarts?"

"Well, yes, he's helped us crack a lot of big cases, so to speak," Hardy replied.

"Secretary Cornelius Fudge has repeatedly invited Professor Ollivander to be his advisor."

Scrimgeour added.

If that's the case, he will definitely take the position of deputy director...he thought to himself.

Nodding his head, Malfoy's expression softened a bit, "It's a good idea, isn't it?"

"Please take me to say hello to Professor Ollivander. After dealing with the troubles of Catwoman Keira, I will visit him. The Malfoy family has an alchemy product that needs his help to repair."

"Professor Ollivander won't help you!" Hermione continued to whisper.

After Malfoy left, Scrimgeour took Hardy and Hermione into the venue for the inauguration ceremony.

The appointment of Brayden Smith as Deputy Head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic has officially begun.

Scrimgeour was the first to stand on the speaking table, criticizing the Aurors for their lax work status recently, pointing out that Kayla, the catwoman who committed crimes frequently recently, almost made them a joke of the entire Ministry of Magic.

"This troublesome witch must be caught!"

Then, he spent another brief 5 minutes announcing Brayden's appointment and putting on a golden badge for him.

"Let us now give a warm welcome to Minister Fudge."

Sitting at the end of the venue, looking at Hardy who was kicked out by Scrimgeour, Hermione complained: "Oh, this is definitely the most crude appointment ceremony I have ever seen."

Hardy spread his hands helplessly.

His task has been completed.

Nothing else matters.

At the speech table, Cornelius Fudge delivered an impassioned speech.

"He said he only asked for three points," Hermione looked at the time, "but it's been an hour now."

After looking at each other, Hardy and Hermione slipped out through the back door of the venue at the same time.

"Please step aside, thank you, sorry, I can't see the way clearly."

In the hallway, Candide Bob Geely is at it again.

He was holding a huge cardboard box, with mountains of letters stuffed inside, the peak of a witch's hat dangling.

"Be careful!" Hermione screamed softly, and she had already seen the mountain of envelopes begin to crumble.

But everything was stopped in time by Hardy's floating spell.

Gilly cast a grateful look at Hardy, "Oh, Mr. Smith, Director Scrimgeour has something for you."

After briefly reading the note from Ji Li, Hardy looked at the curious Hermione, "Miss Granger, it seems that you will have to stay with me for the rest of the time."

"Okay—I mean—great—"

Hermione forced herself to smile eagerly.

"Also, Director Scrimgeour specifically instructed that Deputy Minister Dolores Umbridge's pet cat has recently disappeared. This matter is quite urgent."

Ji Li said: "Originally he was going to be in charge of this matter, but Minister Fudge asked him to personally handle the case of Catwoman Kayla, and everyone is worrying about this matter."

"I don't want to just go find a stray cat!" Hermione lamented. "It's not what I imagined an Auror would do."

"Perhaps I should consider running for Minister of Magic in the future?"

Ji Li laughed loudly, "Very good idea, miss."

"By the way, here's another letter from you."

Pulling out a crumpled envelope from the box and handing it to Hardy, Ji Li left in a hurry.

Someone was yelling from the other side of the corridor: "Damn Bob Jilly, where are you?!"

Hermione was pretty upset.

The thought that she would be busy with Dolores Umbridge's cat in the days ahead made her feel unmotivated.

"It's not that bad," Hardy suddenly comforted when he was about to leave the Ministry of Magic. "Maybe we can try to solve the case on this letter."

Hermione took what was in Hardy's hand, frowning and browsing.

To the righteous Mr. Auror:
Forgive my anonymity, but it all happened for a reason, and this will never be the first letter I send, nor will it be the last, as long as the mystery of my dear friend's death remains unsolved.

On the night of September 1986, a fire broke out at 9 Baker Street in the West End of London, destroying more than half of the "Silendo Library". My lifelong friend Vivienne Hazel was unfortunately killed.

Although she was a Muggle, she was lively and intelligent enough, and acquaintance with her illuminated the terrible time in my life.

I can't accept that such a fresh life will suddenly disappear in an inexplicable fire, even if those stupid Muggle policemen characterize it as an accident.

Oh, an accident?
Hehe, this is really a big joke!

There is no Muggle fire that can burn the alchemy jewelry I gave to Vivienne Hazel. The real arsonists are wizards!

After so many years, the wizard who set the fire, the wizard who killed five Muggles, is free!

Hope the truth will be revealed one day!
May Vivienne Hazel, my dearest friend, forgive me for being so stupid.

Forgive me for years of investigation, to no avail.

On the light orange letter paper, the slender handwriting was neatly arranged, exuding a faint fragrance.

Hermione raised her head after reading the contents of the letter, and looked seriously at Hardy in front of her, "Mr. Smith, are we really going to investigate this case?"

She looked at the letter paper in her hand over and over again, "It doesn't even have any information about the writer, address, name, nothing."

"But there are the names of the victims."

"But it was a Muggle, including four others."

"so--"

Stuff the letter into the envelope and put it in the inside pocket of the windbreaker, "That's why the other Aurors got the letter and didn't investigate."

Taking Hermione away from the Ministry of Magic in a tattered red telephone booth, Hardy said, "It's more interesting than finding a lost cat."

"Three days later, at eight o'clock in the morning, we will gather here."

Walking out of the dirty alley, Hardy turned to look at Hermione.

The other party looked confused, "Why did you have to wait for three full days?"

Because that guy Brayden will be back in three days, and I don't want to run around in his appearance all the time.

Also, within half an hour, the compound decoction I used would lose its effect.

Cunning Professor Snape, you calculated this, right?Giving me extremely short-lived Polyjuice Potion on purpose... Hardy murmured to himself.

"But it's Tuesday in three days, and I can't—" Hermione pursed her lips.

"I'll tell Professor Ollivander to bring you here."

With a snap, before Hermione could ask back, Hardy had already used Apparition and left.

(End of this chapter)