New Professor at Hogwarts

Harry didn't know how to answer Xia Ran's question. He said from the bottom of his heart that he understood that he was indeed not strong enough to participate in this war. How much magic could a third-year wizard know? How many magic spells do you know about attack, defense, treatment, etc.?

But Harry didn't want to be rejected by Professor Frémont, because he was eager to participate in this war and fight against Voldemort and his followers.

"This war will not only last for a short period of time. According to the situation of the last war." Xia Ran still has one sentence left to say. The second wizard war in the original time and space only lasted for three years. ——It took exactly three years from the end of the Goblet of Fire incident in Harry's fourth grade to the final battle at the end of seventh grade to end with Voldemort's demise. I don't know how long this time will last?

"In a word, the war cannot end in a short time. Harry, you - including Percy, Ron, and Hermione - are all new forces in the wizarding world. It is not your role to step up now. At that time, when you graduate, you will be able to truly deal with those vicious Death Eaters, as well as countless dark creatures, such as giants and vampires." Xia Ran said.

Harry nodded silently. He was determined to study hard... well, at least in Charms, Combat, and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes.

He felt that he still couldn't be as proficient in all subjects as Hermione.

During the conversation, the two of them had arrived at the campus hospital. The lights in the ward were bright but were going out. Professor McGonagall was lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.

"I gave Minerva something to calm her nerves. She has fallen asleep. Please keep your voice down." Madam Pomfrey whispered, "What's the problem? Oh, yes, this unconscious elf."

Xia Ran followed Madam Pomfrey's instructions and first placed Twinkle on a bed, which was for humans. The elf lay on it like a three or five-year-old child.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, this elf is called Winky. He was cast by Voldemort or someone else under the Imperius Curse, and now he is unconscious. Is there anything you can do?" Xia Ran said softly.

Madam Pomfrey trembled slightly, as if because she heard the three words "Voldemort", she carefully checked the elf's physical condition, breathed out and said: "Fortunately, there is nothing serious, it's just the soul-stealing thing." Generally speaking, the after-effects of the curse will last for a period of time, but this also depends on the situation. The elf's magic resistance is better than that of our wizards, but the person who cast the spell on her is a wizard with very powerful magic power. I'm afraid she will have to lie down for three days. It will take two days to wake up.”

"Poor elf."

Madam Pomfrey finally shook her head pityingly.

"That's good." Xia Ran said with relief, "By the way, Harry, come here and show Madam Pomfrey how the situation is. His blood was drawn by the Death Eaters..."

"Professor, I'm fine. Really, I'm fine. Look!" Harry said quickly, raising his hands to indicate that their injuries were healed and there was no need to be admitted to the hospital.

"Okay, kid, come here and lie down. I'll check whether you're okay or not." Madam Pomfrey said. Harry had no choice but to go over and lie down on the hospital bed.

"Professor, I have an exam tomorrow..." Harry couldn't help but say.

Madam Pomfrey said noncommittally: "It's just an exam, your body is more important. Besides, with such a big thing happening, whether the exam will continue tomorrow is a question."

Harry had nothing to say and could only accept his fate and let Madam Pomfrey check.

Creak~

At this time, the door to the campus hospital opened, and Lupine and Hagrid walked in one after another.

"Is he okay, Madam Pomfrey?" Hagrid asked in his usual loud voice.

Madam Pomfrey glared at Hagrid dissatisfiedly and said, "Keep your voice down, the patients are already asleep."

Hagrid made an apologetic gesture.

"He's fine, but it's better to stay in the hospital for one night." Madam Pomfrey said after checking. Seeing that Harry opened his mouth to retort, she added, "It's the same wherever you sleep, and such a big thing happened tonight. , I’m afraid you can sleep more peacefully here.”

Harry thought the same thing. If he returned to the Gryffindor common room, there would definitely be countless classmates asking him what happened, and he might not be able to sleep all night.

With this thought, he lay on the hospital bed with peace of mind, and sleepiness came over him in an instant. It was already very late, not to mention that he had experienced so many things, and another bottle of blood was taken out to be used as the material for Voldemort's resurrection. , even though I regained my vitality later, sleepiness still came like a tide.

But at this time, he wanted to hear the conversation between several professors, so he suppressed his sleepiness.

"Does Dumbledore have any plans, Professor Lupin?" Madam Pomfrey asked softly.

Lupine replied: "He said he would rush to the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible to talk to Fudge about this matter face to face - Fudge would go to his house even if he was not at the Ministry of Magic - Fudge can no longer be an ostrich, he thinks the mystery is People have never returned, so won’t the mysterious man return?”

"Obviously, judging from the current results, the mysterious man has been completely resurrected and returned. Our Ministry of Magic must inform the entire magical world to remind all wizards to be more vigilant. It is very likely that everyone who was there more than ten or twenty years ago is in danger. The situation will happen again!"

Lupine sighed.

He came from that era. At that time, he was a member of the Order of the Phoenix and fought against the Death Eaters. He knew what it was like to live in a precarious situation. The Death Eaters might come and kill him the next day. Or when news of the death of a relative or friend comes, it is a torturous day.

It was when Xia Ran was attending Hogwarts that she received the news that her parents had died at the hands of Death Eaters.

Everyone present, except Harry, had experienced the First Wizarding War, so they all looked solemn and worried when they heard this.

After all, no one wants to wake up and receive news that a relative or friend is dead, or when they go home, they see a Dark Mark floating over the manor - that often means that Death Eaters have attacked the place. There must be casualties - that feeling is enough to make you collapse!

"Last time the mysterious man fell, we won the victory. The same is true this time. We will definitely win the war!" Hagrid clenched his fists and said with confidence, "Dumbledore is still there, he is the mysterious man. The only wizard to be afraid of, the only wizard who can confront the mysterious man head-on!"

"Yes, Dumbledore..."

A few people relaxed slightly.

What they talked about later, Harry could no longer hear clearly. He was in a daze, distracted, empty, and fell into a deeper sleep.