A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 367 Business Card
the next morning.

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

Ron slumped on the bed like a dead pig, with one arm exposed, purring loudly.

Harry lifted Ron's blanket and looked at him in surprise. Ron was wearing a tattered and dusty robe, and his face was bruised and purple, as if he had been hung up by the Whomping Willow and whipped. half an hour.

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

There was a thief in the dormitory?

Someone broke in and beat Ron up?
Harry shook Ron awake desperately, and asked very seriously, "Did you see who it was?"

"What?" Ron mumbled, opening his sleepy eyes.

"Someone hit you!" Harry yelled.

"Who else could it be, Malfoy..." Ron said with his eyes closed. Harry was furious, and was about to rush into the Slytherin lounge to settle accounts with Malfoy, but Ron followed him, "He's better than I was miserable, I locked his neck and made him kneel down and beg for mercy..."

In his sleep, Ron grinned happily, muttered a few words that no one could understand, and fell back asleep.

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

"He didn't dream of fighting with Malfoy, and he got hurt all over, did he?" Hermione said in a cold tone.

"Hermione, that's impossible," said Harry, "his robes are all torn..."

"That means he went out at night and fought with someone. But I doubt whether he has the courage!" Hermione stood up, "I'll ask the fat lady, she must know if anyone has gone out at night."

She stomped away, leaving Harry in his chair, feeling a little irritated.Could it be that Ron went out in the middle of the night, what was he going out for?
He looked at the table, there was a stack of parchment on Hermione's place, he felt a little strange, didn't she finish her homework?He took it over and took a look, and it turned out to be the collected experience of those who passed the selection.It was more comprehensive than what he and Ron had inquired about, and obviously put a lot of thought into it.

After a while, Hermione came back and said with a surprised face: "He really went out last night. The Fat Lady was so impressed with him that she even said that she would put him in an opera."

"But where did Ron go?" Harry thought: "He was with me all yesterday afternoon, and he went to bed early when he came back. He didn't have time to meet Malfoy alone. How could he make an appointment..."

"It's also possible that they went to the same place." Hermione analyzed.

Harry nodded, in the same place...he looked up sharply, looking at Hermione, who looked back at him in shock.

"Classroom No. [-]!"

……

At noon, Harry returned to the dormitory as if nothing had happened. Ron had already gotten up and changed himself.

Seeing Harry coming in, Ron said excitedly: "Harry, you can't believe it, really! I fought off nineteen groups of big spiders, and when I got to the back, I didn't feel scared at all. Those furry Legs, stinking, splattering green liquid... I did it, Harry! And the magic on the card you mentioned to me, it's so cool!"

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

"Uh," Ron snapped, blinking his eyes, "Didn't you say that?"

"I never said that. Oh, that's right." Harry pulled out a stack of parchment. "Here's some information I found. We can study it together."

"That's great!" Ron happily took it, looking at the familiar handwriting on it, he became uneasy, "Oh... yes, that's great..."

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

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

the other side--

The Finlaylies prepared an elaborate meal, put aside their business matters for a while, and stayed at home.

At noon the doorbell rang, and Mr. Finlayly went out, and did not come back for a while.When they parted, Mrs. Finlayley took out two large packages that she had prepared.

"Mom—" Justin rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "There are too many things, I can't take them away at all."

"I'll do it," Felix said, beckoning to the packages and putting them into the ring on his left hand.Seeing that the Fenlieli couple were amazed.

"Is this magic? It's incredible... I wonder if we can buy it?"

Felix shook his head. "Such items will be strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic. It's okay for wizards, but if they appear in the hands of Muggles—that is, non-magic people, they will be traced by professionals."

"It's not like the antique vase made by the goblin. It can be admired at home alone, and the possibility of being discovered is very small. As long as you use it, there is a risk of leakage."

Mrs. Fenliery said regretfully: "We also have some magical items at home. We bought them in Diagon Alley. We all hide in one room and never let outsiders in."

"Yeah, Mum has a whole Lockhart collection," said Justin.

Mrs. Finlayry gave him a look.

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

"It was sent by a friend. He is a collector and keeps in touch with many well-connected people. This business card comes from a mysterious seller who has provided many antiquities over the years." Mr. Finliery said cautiously : "Including that vase..."

Felix knew in his heart that there were only a series of phone numbers written on the business card, not even a name, which was indeed mysterious enough.

"They communicated by phone?"

"It's hard to judge." Mr. Finlayly said, "The mysterious seller asked my friend to call the number above, but no one answered every time. But after a day or two, he will show up and take the initiative to visit. .”

Felix smiled, "Mr. Finlayley, thank you for your trust in me. I can assure you that you will not be involved in any trouble."

"That's best." Mr. Finlayly breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought about it for a long time last night, but he still felt that he should let the Hogwarts professor know about it, otherwise, he always felt uneasy with a hidden wizard by his side.

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

(End of this chapter)