A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 363 Antiques and Invitation Cards
Little by little time passed, and Ernie McMillan and Justin returned together, and they both undoubtedly failed.

The two were silent for a while, and Ernie asked him, "Do you still want to try again?" Justin shook his head, and he randomly found an open space to sit down: "Let me slow down for a while." He said incredulously : "How did Potter do it?"

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

Two of Harry's friends, Hermione and Ron, also tried it once, sitting crookedly to one side.

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

"What is it?" Ernie said casually.

"It has nothing to do with the selection. It's my family... During the summer vacation, someone gave my parents an antique vase. I always feel a little weird..."

Ernie muttered, "Could it be magic?"

"Is it possible?" Justin asked nervously.

"How do I know, I haven't even met." Ernie rolled his eyes, "But I do know who to turn to for help."

"Who?"

"Of course it's Professor Haipu, he's the best at researching these magic items."

"That's right," Justin immediately agreed, "Ernie, you're right, then I'll ask my parents to send the things over—"

"That thing in your house?" Ernie's eyes widened, making him look like a bull.

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

Ernie thought for a while, "In this case, I suggest you stop sending letters to your family, 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 shouting at him, his face flushed with excitement.

Having said that, Justin couldn't sit still anymore, "Let's go to Professor Haipu right away!"

Justin and Ernie MacMillan had inadvertently stepped on the foot of Pansy Parkinson, who was talking to a sullen Draco Malfoy, as they hurried through the crowd and passed a small group of Slytherins.

"Ouch!" Pansy cried out in pain.

"Ah! I'm sorry—" Justin said apologetically, Pansy glared at him, and just wanted to sarcastically, but Justin was taken away by Ernilla, "Hurry up, the professors have been away for a while."

Pansy raised his arms and screamed, "Draco, look at them - the McMillan family has degenerated, as uneducated as those Muggles, and I should persuade my dad to write to his family to keep him away from those smelly Baked..."

"Sister, do you think she looks like a manic fox?" A little 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 nods in Pansy's direction, signaling not to be overheard.

Pansy really didn't hear it, she was repeating what her grandfather said, "Hufflepuff students are a bunch of stupid, stupid, so most of them have a bad life." Draco heard impatiently, he Turning his head, he looked in the direction of Astoria.

Astoria was taken aback, and whispered in Daphne's ear with some guilt: "He-maybe-heard-." She stared nervously at Draco Malfoy for a long time , found that he didn't seem to tell Fox Face what he meant, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Not long after, she became restless again——

"Can I release the little snake snake?"

"Oh, no." Her sister said sternly.The result was a blank stare.

Outside classroom seven.

Several professors gathered in the faculty lounge, Felix took out the tea, Flitwick dug out some teacups from an old cabinet, Professor Sprout took out some black petals and added them to the tea, everyone chatted with gusto Drink tea and chat.

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

"Felix, what are your plans?" Flitwick asked.

"I currently have the memories of several professors, and I can design some dangerous scenes in conjunction with them, allowing them to exercise their reaction ability, ability to face crises, and how to fight, etc... Then according to their own characteristics, give Advice. That's all I can think of for now."

"That's the only way to do it," Flitwick said with a nod. "No one knows what the events of the Tournament are, and what the specific rules are."

Felix nodded slightly, agreeing with his words.He knew that the first project was likely to be a fire dragon, but he didn't know what the specific rules were.It may be to persist for a period of time under the attack of the fire dragon, or it may be to take something from the fire dragon. Judging from Charlie's previous statement that the Ministry of Magic only selects female dragons that hatch eggs, this possibility is the greatest.

Moody said harshly: "I'm not good at things like memory, but if you ask me, real skills can only be honed in a real environment, and fake ones are fake. It's better to lead these students, Go to a really dangerous place!"

Flitwick said uneasily, "That's not appropriate, Alastor. We can't take students out of the school..."

"What's inappropriate! This generation has never experienced war, and they are pampered, and they can be expected to calmly deal with the competition?" Moody spat in disdain, "If the Auror in my hand, We must train hard, and take them to catch the dark wizard a few times. It doesn’t take much, after three or five times, they will be completely reborn.”

Flitwick said sharply, "They're just students! Not your Aurors."

"But they're facing a more dangerous event than the average Auror!" growled Moody.

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

Felix poured himself a cup of tea, leaned back on the chair, stared at the amber tea in the cup, and said slowly: "It's probably impossible to take students away from the school, let alone going to a dangerous place on purpose. Drill. Professor Moody, your previous teaching methods were very controversial..."

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

And not on the battlefield...

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

Moody is a complete iron-blooded faction, advocating barbaric teaching. In his plan, he also plans to chant spells to the students, so that they can personally experience the effects of each curse, which naturally includes the three unforgivable curses.

Of course, he chose the Imperius Curse.The other two were too dangerous even Moody would dare use on students.

Such an outrageous teaching plan attracted unanimous opposition from Flitwick and Sprout, and the tea party broke up unhappy. Flitwick tiptoed to the direction of the principal's office, and it seemed that Dumbledore wanted to persuade him friends.

When only Felix and Moody were left, Felix looked at the time and asked him, "Would you like to take a look? I guess there should be a few students who got the invitation card, if they find out You can try it many times.”

Moody thought for a while, "Forget it! I'm not going to join in the fun. Didn't you say at the meeting that the selection would last the whole weekend? Just give me a list on Monday and let me know that there are all participants in the training. who!"

With some difficulty, he pushed the cloak to one side to make room for his wooden legs, and then grabbed the crutch with a rough, bruised hand and pushed himself up.

"Albus said you were bold, and I thought you'd understand what I was doing," Moody said softly.

He limped away.

Felix was sitting alone in the faculty lounge, thinking quietly. After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door, and Ernie McMillan's tall figure broke in.

"Mr. McMillan, what can you do?" Felix asked quietly.

"Professor Moody told me you were here. Oh, uh..." Ernie's momentum languished, and he pulled Justin out from behind. "Professor Hype, it's Justin. He has important matters and you say……"

A few minutes later, Felix understood, "So—an antique appeared in your home, and you suspect it was enchanted, especially, there may be some kind of curse?"

"That's right, Professor." Justin nodded quickly.

"Is that so..." Felix was deep in thought, and he asked, "Mr. Fenrierey, please hand me a hand."

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

The two held hands 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 doubts, and it was very easy to recall at this moment.

Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, a blue vase was outlined in the air. It was like a combination of a goblet and a thin bottle, and the body of the bottle was coated with a layer of blue enamel.Embellished with lapis lazuli, the top of the vase is topped by two arched handles in the shape of a harp, from which a silver chain strap hangs near a smooth, clean silver base.

"A silver handicraft. In other words, it's silverware?" Felix chuckled, "Is it not easy to get dust?"

Justin's eyes lit up, "That's what the person who gave the gift told my father. I heard that some ancient and special craftsmanship was used, which is very rare..."

Ernie McMillan couldn't help shouting, "That's clearly a characteristic of goblin products! You didn't tell me just now, or I would have discovered it long ago!"

"But I don't know much about it either." Justin argued.

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

"They are usually very busy and come back very late." Justin added, "On weekends too."

"Well, I'll go with you tonight to visit your parents." Felix said, standing up, flicking his wand, causing the tea to disappear, the cup to be cleared, and fly back to the cupboard.

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

Justin quickly said: "There were three people before I came out, one was Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory, one was Ravenclaw's Roger Davis, and the other was Slytherin's." Collins Foley."

……

"I won't go if you kill me," Ron said with a pale face, as if he had a serious illness, "You can't imagine what it's like to be submerged by those spiders the size of a fingernail, with countless legs wriggling on your body, Going into your mouth, your ears, your nose...damn it, I think Hagrid's caged Aragog is much nicer now."

Hermione sat with her knees hugged and didn't speak. She gradually regained her senses, hesitated for a long time, and said in a low voice: "I found a shortcut that might allow me to get an invitation card, but I don't know if it's cheating or not." ..."

"What did you say?" Ron stared at her.

From the corner of the eye, the black hanging door slowly opened, and Harry came out, holding a golden card in his hand.

(End of this chapter)