New Hogwarts Professor

"Wait?"

Thicknesse sneered and said, "There are so many of us, just to accompany you and fool around, right?"

"Minister." Yaxley looked at Ms. Bones and said, "I think the situation is very obvious now. Harry Potter and Ciaran Frémont are lying. We should pronounce the verdict." Leigh Porter is punished, put him in Azkaban Prison."

"Xia Ran should also be charged with fabricating false evidence!" Thicknesse added.

Ms. Bones glanced at Xia Ran calmly, and Xia Ran looked helpless. He really didn't know where Dumbledore had gone and why he hadn't arrived at the Ministry of Magic after the court session for so long.

"Did he meet Voldemort and was delayed?" Xia Ran muttered to herself.

He also noticed that the eyes of the wizards at the trial had changed. Some people agreed to wait for a while, while some wizards urged the current Minister of Magic, Ms. Bones, to read out the judgment on Harry Potter as soon as possible. .

Xia Ran was thinking of a way to delay it for a while. If he had known that Dumbledore had slipped up at the critical moment, he would have gone to Privet Drive in Little Whinging, Surrey to pick up Mrs. Figg.

Harry looked awkward and frightened.

Xia Ran patted his shoulder and said softly: "Don't worry, leave it to me." He glanced around the courtroom, coughed, and was about to speak when he suddenly heard the sound of the door of the courtroom being opened, and an old man said: "Witnesses for the defense: Dumbledore Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, and witness Arabella Dorion Figg."

Dumbledore strode into the courtroom calmly. He was wearing a black and blue robe and had an extremely peaceful expression on his face.

He walked to a place parallel to Harry, nodded to Xia Ran, then raised his head and looked at Ms. Bones through the half-moon glasses on the crooked bridge of his nose. He had a long silver-white beard and hair. Glittering in the light of the torch.

Some members of the Wizengamot were whispering to each other, so everyone's eyes were on Dumbledore. Some people seemed annoyed, others seemed a little scared, and there were two elderly people sitting in the back row. The witch actually waved her hand to express welcome.

Yaxley and Sinix's expressions changed involuntarily, and then they immediately became expressionless.

As soon as Harry saw Dumbledore, a strong emotion arose in his heart, making him feel at ease and full of hope, just like Dumbledore's song of Phoenix Fawkes once made him feel.

Although Professor Frémont also has a high reputation, compared with Dumbledore, he is really average.

"Dumbledore, you are finally here." Ms. Bones said in a loud and deep voice, "I thought you forgot that there is a hearing today."

"No!" Dumbledore said in a brisk tone, "I just encountered a little obstacle on the way to pick up the witness. Ah, yes, yes, I was stopped by Voldemort."

The air in the courtroom seemed to have been drained out in an instant, and everyone stared at Dumbledore with their mouths wide open.

"Sorry, Dumbledore, I heard you right, you said there was...Voldemort?! Did you bump into him?" Ms. Bones asked.

"Bumped into it? Maybe!" Dumbledore's tone still sounded brisk.

Xia Ran touched her chin and suddenly realized that the sudden appearance of the Dementors on Privet Drive this time was indeed the work of Voldemort, who even personally went out to fight Dumbledore.

Fortunately, the witness, Mrs. Figg, appeared to be unhurt.

Sinix looked gloomy and stared at Dumbledore below. After a while, he seemed to regain his composure and said: "I'm afraid we don't have time to listen to your thrilling deeds, Dumbledore, we We all hope that this case involving Harry Potter will be handled quickly."

"Yes, you shouldn't say too much about my affairs." Dumbledore said pleasantly, "Then, I am asking for witnesses to appear in court to testify."

"No! Dumbledore, you misunderstood me." Thicknesse snapped, "The case has been concluded. Harry Potter will be imprisoned in Azkaban Prison, Xia Ran..."

Xia Ran actually smiled when he heard this, and said slowly: "Thickness, when has this case been finalized? Are you alone? Pull it down!"

"Xia Ran, don't be presumptuous, this is the Ministry of Magic, not Hogwarts!" Thicknesse shouted.

"Yes? I know this, and you don't need to remind me." Xia Ran smiled nonchalantly, "Perhaps I should invite you to a duel, Thicknesse, will you agree?"

He stared at Thicknesse.

Thicknesse suddenly started to sweat. Yaxley took over the words and said coldly: "So where are the witnesses? We have a limited time. If we don't come out..."

"Of course he will come out." Xia Ran said directly, looking at Dumbledore to ask.

Dumbledore said: "Mrs. Figg, please come in."

The door to the courtroom was pushed open again, and Mrs. Figg came in. She looked very scared and looked even weirder than the last time Xia Ran saw her.

Harry opened his mouth, wishing she would have thought of changing out of her thick slippers.

Xia Ran gave up her chair to Mrs. Figg, stood on the left and right with Dumbledore, and said encouragingly: "Don't be afraid, just tell the truth."

Mrs. Figg nodded tremblingly, still looking uneasy.

"Full name?" Thicknesse asked loudly, just as Mrs. Figg sat down timidly on the edge of her chair.

"Arabella Dorian Figg," answered Mrs. Figg in a slightly trembling voice.

"Who are you?" Thicknesse asked in an impatient and haughty voice.

"I have residents in Little Whinging, also on Privet Drive, right next to Harry Potter's house," Mrs. Figg replied.

"We have no records of any wizards living in Little Whinging other than Harry Potter." Ms. Bones said immediately. "That area has been closely monitored because...because of some incidents that happened in the past. matter."

Xia Ran knew that she said there was a reason for Harry.

"I'm a squib," said Mrs. Figg. "So you're not going to register my name, are you?"

"Squib, huh?" Thicknesses looked at her suspiciously and said, "We'll check it out. You'll tell me about your parents later and I have an assistant, Weasley. By the way, can Squibs see dementors?" ?”

he added uncertainly, looking left and right to see who was sitting on the bench.

"Yes, we can see it!" Mrs. Figg said angrily.

Thicknesse looked at her condescendingly again, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Very good. So, what do you have to say?"