Chapter 361： Antique & Invitation Card

A little bit of time passed, and Ernie McMillan and Justin came back together, and they undoubtedly failed.

The two were silent for a while, and Ernie asked him, "Do you want to try again?" Justin shook his head, and he found an open space to sit down at random: "Let me take a moment." He said in a strange way. : "How did Potter do it?"

The two turned their heads and saw Harry's back disappearing again, and an emotion of admiration rose in their hearts. When he failed twice or three times, the people in Slytherin booed, even Gryffindor’s own students felt a little embarrassed, but when he failed the ninth or tenth time, No one laughed at him anymore.

Harry's two friends, Hermione and Ron, tried it again, sitting sideways slantingly.

Justin hesitated and said, "Ernie, I have something to ask you."

"What's the matter?" Ernie said casually.

"It has nothing to do with the selection, it's my house... Someone gave my parents an antique vase during the summer vacation. I always feel a little weird..."

Ernie murmured, "Isn't it magical?"

"Is it possible?" Justin asked nervously.

"How do I know, I haven't even seen it." Ernie rolled his eyes. "But I know who I can ask for help."

"Who?"

"Of course it is Professor Haipu, he is the best at studying these magic items."

"Yes," Justin said in agreement immediately, "Ernie, you are right, then I will let my parents send the things."

"That thing is in your house?" Ernie's eyes were wide, which made him look like a bull.

"Uh, that's right." Justin said embarrassedly. Seeing Ernie's eyes widened again, he quickly added, "But that antique is in the cabinet and no one will touch it."

Ernie thought for a while, "In this case, I suggest you stop sending letters to your home. Let's go, let's go to Professor Haipu."

"Now?" Justin asked in surprise.

"Of course! What are you thinking, what if there is a curse on it?" Ernie couldn't help but yelled at him, his face turned red with excitement.

With that said, Justin couldn't sit still, "Let's go to Professor Haipu immediately!"

When Justin and Ernie McMillan hurriedly separated from the crowd and passed a small group of Slytherin students, they inadvertently stepped on Pansy Parkinson's foot. She was talking to the glum Draco Malfoy.

"Ouch!" Pansy cried out in pain.

"Ah! I'm sorry," Justin said apologetically. Pansy stared at him and just wanted to make a sarcasm. As a result, Justin was gone by Ernila. "Hurry up, the professors have been away for a while."

Pansy raised his arms and screamed: "Draco, look at their McMillan family has fallen, and they are as uncultivated as those Muggles. I should persuade my dad to write to his family to keep him away from those stinky ones. ..."

"Sister, do you think she looks like a manic fox?" a girl with delicate features asked.

"Don't talk nonsense, Astoria." Daphne took her sister and squeezed her hand vigorously, but a smile appeared in the corner of her eyes. She turned to Pansy's side and gestured not to be heard by her.

Pansy did not hear. She was repeating what her grandfather said, "Hufflepuff’s students are a bunch of goose and stupid, so most of them are not doing well." Draco was impatient to hear him. Turned his head and looked in the direction of Astoria.

Astoria was taken aback, and with some guilty conscience, she approached Daphne and whispered, "He might have heard it." She stared at Draco Malfoy nervously for a long time, and found that he didn't seem to tell the fox. The meaning of the face, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Before long, she became restless again

"Can I release little snakes?"

"Oh, no," her sister said. The result provokes a roll of eyes.

Outside classroom 7.

Several professors gathered in the faculty lounge, Felix took out tea, Flitwick pulled out some tea cups from the old cabinet, Professor Sprout took out some black petals and added them to the tea. Have tea and chat.

But Snape left early, pretending that another batch of potions needed to be processed. Although Moody stayed, he declined the act of drinking tea together.

"Felix, what did you plan?" Flitwick asked.

"I currently have the memory of several professors, which can be used to design some dangerous scenes, so that they can exercise their reaction ability, the ability to face crises, and how to fight, etc.... Then according to their own characteristics, give them separately Give pointers. I think of these now."

"You can only do this," Flitwick nodded and said, "No one knows what the competition is and what the specific rules are."

Felix nodded slightly, agreeing with him. He knows that the first project is likely to be Fire Dragon, but he doesn't know what the specific rules are. It may be persisting under the fire dragon's attack for a while, or it may be taking something from the fire dragon. Judging from Charlie's previous statement that the Ministry of Magic selected female dragons that hatched eggs, this possibility is the greatest.

Moody said gruffly: "I'm not good at memory and the like, but if you want me to say, true skills can only be honed in a real environment, and fakes are fakes. It's better to lead these students. Take a trip to a truly dangerous place!"

Flitwick said uneasily, "This is not appropriate, Alastor. We can't take students out of school..."

"What's wrong! This generation has never experienced war and is spoiled, and can still expect them to calmly deal with the events of the competition?" Moody snorted disdainfully, "If it's the Auror in my hand, They must be trained vigorously, and then take them to catch the black wizard a few times. It doesn't need to be too many, three or five times, they will be reborn."

Flitwick screamed, "They are just students! Not the Auror under your hand."

"But the competition they face is even more dangerous than the situation of the average Auror!" Moody snarled.

"No, absolutely not... Minerva won't agree, and Dumbledore won't agree..." Flitwick murmured.

Felix poured himself a cup of tea, leaned back on the back of his chair, stared at the amber tea in the cup, and said slowly: "It is probably impossible to take the students out of school, let alone go to dangerous places on purpose. Drill. Professor Moody, your previous teaching method was very controversial..."

"Unforgivable Curse?" Moody grinned and said with a sneer. The magic eye kept turning: "They should be fortunate that the first time they saw this spell, it was in my class."

Not on the battlefield...

This was the unfinished meaning of his words, and the other three professors at the scene understood it.

Moody is a thorough iron-blood school and advocates barbaric teaching. In his plan, he is also preparing to recite spells on students so that they can experience the effects of every evil spell. Among them, there are naturally three unforgivable spells.

Of course, he picked the Imperius Curse. The other two are too dangerous, even Moody dare not use them on students.

Such an outrageous teaching plan attracted unanimous opposition from Flitwick and Sprout. The tea party was also unhappy. Flitwick tiptoed towards the principal’s office, apparently asking Dumbledore to persuade himself. 'S friends.

When only Felix and Moody were left, Felix checked the time, and then asked him: "Should I go and check it out? I guess a few students should have got the invitation card, provided they found out You can try multiple times by yourself."

Moody thought for a while, "Forget it! I won't join in the fun. Didn't you say at the meeting that the selection will last the whole weekend? Just wait until Monday to give me a list and let me know that there are all training participants. Who!"

He pulled the cloak to one side with some effort to make room for the wooden legs to stand on, and then a bruised, rough hand grabbed the crutches and pushed hard to support himself.

"Albus said that you have a lot of courage. I thought you would understand what I did." Moody said softly.

He limped away.

Felix sat alone in the faculty lounge, thinking quietly. After some time, a knock on the door suddenly sounded and Ernie McMillan's tall figure rushed in.

"Mr. McMillan, what's the matter with you?" Felix asked calmly.

"Professor Moody told me you are here. Oh, uh..." Ernie's aura wilted, he fished Justin from behind, "Professor Haipu, it's Justin, he has important things and you say……"

A few minutes later, Felix understood, "So there is an antique in your home. Do you suspect that it has been enchanted, especially, there may be some kind of curse?"

"Yes, Professor." Justin nodded quickly.

"Is that so..." Felix was lost in thought, and he asked: "Mr. Finley, please pass me a hand."

"What? Oh" Justin watched the professor stretch out his hand. Although he couldn't figure it out, he still did.

The hands of the two were held together.

"Imagine what that thing looks like." Felix said.

Justin began to recall that he was very impressed with this antique and played with it for a long time because of suspicion. At this moment, it is very easy to think about it.

Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, a blue vase was outlined in the air, which resembled a combination of a goblet and a narrow-necked bottle, with a layer of blue enamel applied to the bottle. The top is dotted with lapis lazuli, and the top of the vase has two arched handles in the shape of a harp. A silver chain strap is drawn from the handle and hangs near the smooth, clean silver base.

"A silver craftwork. In other words, is it silverware?" Felix chuckled lightly. "Is it not easy to fall ashes?"

Justin's eyes lit up. "That's what the gift-giver told my dad. I heard that it used some ancient and special craftsmanship, which is very rare..."

Ernie McMillan couldn't help but yelled, "That is clearly a feature of fairy products! You didn't tell me just now, otherwise I would have discovered it!"

"But I don't know much." Justin argued.

"Justin," Felix interrupted their conversation, "Is anyone in your family now?"

"They are usually very busy, and they won't be able to come back very late." Justin added, "Weekends too."

"Well, I'll be with you tonight and visit your parents." Felix said, he stood up, flicked his wand, and made the tea disappear The cup was cleaned up and floated. Go back to the cabinet.

"Let's go back and have a look. How many people have got the invitation card?"

Justin quickly said: "Before I came out, there were three people, one was Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff, the other was Roger Davis from Ravenclaw, and the other was from Slytherin. Collins Foley."

...

"I'm not going to kill you," Ron's face was pale, as if he had a serious illness. "You can't imagine how it feels to be submerged by those fingernail-sized spiders, countless legs squirming on you. Drill into your mouth, ears, nose... Damn, I now think that Aragok who Hagrid kept in the cage is much pleasing to the eye."

Hermione sat with her knees on her knees and did not speak. She gradually recovered her senses. After hesitating for a long time, she whispered: "I found a shortcut, maybe I can get the invitation card, but I don't know if it counts as cheating. ..."

"What are you talking about?" Ron stared at her.

The black hanging door slowly opened, and Harry walked out of it, holding a golden card in his hand.