Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

The next morning.

Harry woke up from the bed with a yawn, first took the alarm clock and glanced at the time-eleven o'clock in the morning. He was taken aback, jumped up from the bed, fumbled and put on his glasses, "Ron, don't go to sleep! We have to go to classroom 7 to participate in the selection. Today is the last day—"

Ron is like It was a dead pig lying on the bed, showing one arm, snoring loudly.

Harry lifted Ron’s quilt and looked at him in surprise. Ron was wearing a tattered robe, dusty, and his face was blue and purple, as if being hanged by Whoping Willow Get up and fight for half an hour.

Even when they were in the self-study group and practicing the imprisonment spell, Ron did not look so miserable.

A thief in dormitory?

Someone broke in and beat Ron so hard?

Harry desperately shook Ron awake, and asked very seriously: "Did you see who it is?"

"What?" Ron opened his wistful eyes, vaguely Say.

"Who beat you!" Harry shouted loudly.

"Who else can it be, Malfoy..." Ron closed his eyes and said, Harry was furious, and immediately rushed into the common room of Slytherin to find Malfoy to settle the account. As a result, Ron added, "He is better than I'm still miserable. I locked his neck and made him kneel to beg for mercy..."

In his sleep, Ron smiled happily with a big grin, he mumbled a few words that no one could hear, and continued Fell asleep.

Harry froze for a moment, a little uncertain of what was going on, walked out of the dormitory confused, found Hermione in the common room, and told her about it.

"He didn't dream of a fight with Malfoy, and ended up hurting himself?" Hermione said coldly.

"Hermione, this is impossible." Harry said, "His robe is torn..."

"That's when he went out at night to fight with who. But. I wonder if he has the courage!" Hermione stood up, "I'll ask the fat lady, she must know if anyone has gone out at night."

She deng deng deng ran away and stayed behind. Harry sat in the chair, feeling a little irritable. Could it be Ron who went out in the middle of the night, what did he go out for?

He looked at the table, and there was a pile of parchment on Hermione's place. He was a little surprised, isn't her homework finished? He took it over and saw that it turned out to be the collected experience of the people who passed the selection. It was more comprehensive than what he and Ron had heard, obviously a lot of thought was spent.

After a while, Hermione came back and said with a look of surprise: "He really went out last night. The fat lady was very impressed with him and said that he would be included in the opera."

"Where did Ron go?" Harry thought: "He was with me yesterday afternoon, and he fell asleep early when he came back. There was no time to meet Malfoy alone. How could it be possible to have an appointment..."

"Maybe they went to the same place." Hermione analyzed.

Harry nodded, the same place... He lifts the head abruptly and looks at Hermione, who also looks at him in shock.

"Classroom No. 7!"

……

At noon, Harry returned to the bedroom casually, Ron had already got up and changed himself clothing.

Seeing Harry coming in, Ron said excitedly: "Harry, you can't believe it, really! I repelled the seventeenth group of big spiders, and when I got to the back, I didn't feel scared at all. Now, those hairy legs, smelly, green liquid splashing all over...I did it, Harry! And the magic on the card you mentioned to me, it’s so cool!"

Harry looked at him weirdly, "When did this happen, I remember, when we came back yesterday, you said there was no hope. And I didn't mention what magic is on the card..."

"Uh," Ron got stuck, and he blinked. "Didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't say it. Oh, yes." Harry pulled out a stack of parchment. "Here are some information I found, we can study it together."

"That's very good!" Ron took it happily, looking at the familiar handwriting on it, becoming uneasy, "Oh ...Yes, that's very good..."

"Do you have anything to say?" Harry asked.

Ron hesitated for a moment, staring at the pile of parchment, and slowly took out a golden card from his pocket.

On the other side--

The Finch-Fletchley couple prepared a table of refined dishes. They temporarily moved away from work and stayed at home.

During lunch, someone rang the doorbell. Mr. Finch-Fletchley went out and returned after a while. When they were separated, Mrs. Finch-Fletchley took out the two large packages that had been prepared.

"mother —" Justin rolled his eyes and said helpless, "There are so many things, I can't take it away."

"I'll do it." Felix said Then, wrap the beckons with the hand and put them into the ring on the left hand. See the Finch-Fletchley couple clicking one's tongue in wonder.

"Is this magic, it’s incredible... I don’t know if we can buy it?"

Felix shook his head, "Such items will be strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic. The wizard is okay, but if it appears in muggle-that is, non-magic people, it will be traced by professionals."

"It’s not like the antique vase made by Goblin. It can be placed in I appreciate it alone at home, and the chance of being discovered is very small. As long as you use it, there is a risk of leakage."

Ms. Finch-Fletchley regretfully said: "We also have some magic items at home, which I bought at Diagon Alley. Bauble, we all hide in a room and never let outsiders in."

"Yes, mother has collected a whole set of Lockhart books." Justin said.

Mrs. Finch-Fletchley glared at him.

Before leaving, Mr. Finch-Fletchley handed Felix a business card. Felix took it and felt the faint traces of magic on it. He curiously asked: "This is?"

"A friend sent it. He is a collector and keeps in touch with many people who have access. This business card comes from a mysterious seller who has provided many antiquities in recent years." Mr. Finch-Fletchley said cautiously : "Including the vase..."

Felix knew it clearly. There was only a phone number written on the business card, not even a name. It was indeed mysterious.

"Do they contact by phone?"

"Not good judgment." Mr. Finch-Fletchley said, "The mysterious seller asked my friend to call the above phone number, but every time I call No one answered in the past. But after a day or two, he will show up and come to visit."

Felix smiled, "Mr. Finch-Fletchley, thank you for your trust in me. I can assure you , The trouble will not involve you."

"That's the best." Mr. Finch-Fletchley sighed in relief.

He thought for a long time last night, and still felt that he should let the professor of Hogwarts know about this, otherwise, there is a hidden wizard by his side, and it always feels unreliable.

After returning to school, Felix played with this business card, "Interesting, who is behind you?"