"Erigo!"

With that, Hermione waved her wand to James's genitalia and shouted out "Erigo!"

Before James could react, his member popped right up, its shrinking from the cold being completely undone as Miss Grainger smirked at it in approval.

"I see you're a grower, not a shower," she just chuckled as James's face turned crimson at the implication. "Don't worry, the muggles won't see that either. But whilst you're at the Ministry, you'll be standing at... full attention, as it were."

"What ministry?" James was still confused, "are we going anywhere?"

"Oh, just for up to a week," Hermione responded, "lucky for you it's around Britain, so we all speak English. Unlucky for you, it's quite chilly out this time of year and we've not got good heating."

"Wait, so are we flying out, or...?"

"Oh no," Hermione perked up, "since this is a serious matter, and you must be brought before the magic courts at once, so let me just cast this spell and..."

With that, the duo poofed off Rebecca's porch and soon reappeared in what appeared to be a 19th-century office corridor with people around gawking at James and his boner.