New Professor at Hogwarts

"wait?"

Thicknesse sneered and said, "Are there all of us just to accompany you in your mischief?"

"Minister." Yaxley looked at Ms. Bones and said, "I think the situation is very obvious now. Harry Potter has teamed up with Ciaran Frémont to lie. We should sentence Harry to ·Potter's punishment is to imprison him in Azkaban Prison."

"Xia Ran should also be charged with making 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 the changes in the eyes of the wizards at the trial. Some people voiced their support to wait for a while, while some wizards urged the current Minister of Magic, Ms. Bones, to read out the judgment of 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 courtroom door being opened, and an old voice 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. His long silver-white beard and hair Glittering in the light of the torches.

The members of the Wizengamot were all whispering to each other, and all eyes were on Dumbledore. Some seemed annoyed, some seemed a little scared, and the two elderly witches sitting in the back row actually waved their hands. Hands come 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 the song of Dumbledore's 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 about today's hearing."

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

The air in the courtroom seemed to have been drained out in an instant. Everyone opened their mouths and stared blankly at Dumbledore.

"Sorry, Dumbledore, I heard you right, you were talking about...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 have suffered no injuries.

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 these thrilling deeds of yours, Dumbledore, we all I hope this Harry Potter case will be handled quickly."

"Yes, you shouldn't talk too much about me." Dumbledore said pleasantly, "Then, my witnesses will be invited 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 decided? You decided it alone? Pull it down!"

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

"Really? I know this, I don't need you 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? Our time is limited, 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'm a resident of Little Whinging, also on Privet Drive, 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 something that happened before. ."

Xia Ran knew she was talking about Harry.

"I'm a squib," said Mrs. Figg, "so you won't register my name, will you?"

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

he added uncertainly, looking left and right at the people 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 is your statement?"