A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 361: Antiques and Invitation Cards

Time passed and Ernie McMillan and Justin came back 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 found an open space to sit down at random: "Let me slow down for a while." Say 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.

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

Justin hesitated and said, "Ernie, I have something 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: "Isn't it magic?"

"Is this 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 is Professor Haipu, he is best at the research of these magic items."

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

"That's 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 hastened to add, "But that antique is in the cabinet, and no one usually touches it. "

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

After saying this, Justin couldn't sit still anymore, "Let's go to Professor Haipu right away!"

As Justin and Ernie MacMillan hurried to separate from the crowd, passing a small group of Slytherins, they inadvertently stepped on the foot of Pansy Parkinson, who was with a sullen Draco Malfoy say.

"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 their McMillan family has degenerated, as uneducated as those Muggles, I should persuade my father to write to his family, let him stay away from those It stinks..."

"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 didn't hear it, she was paraphrasing her grandfather's words, "Hufflepuff students are a bunch of goose, stupid, so most of them have a bad life." Draco didn't hear much Patience, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Astoria.

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

Not long after, she became restless again

"Can I release the little snake?"

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

Outside classroom number seven.

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

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

"Felix, what's your plan?" 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... and then according to their own characteristics , and give pointers respectively. That’s all I can think of now.”

"That's the only way to do it," Flitwick nodded and said, "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. These students, go to a really dangerous place!"

Flitwick said anxiously: "This is not appropriate, Alastor. We cannot 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 items of the competition?" Moody spat in disdain, "If I have Aurors, you 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 will not agree, and Dumbledore will not 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 is probably impossible to take students away from the school, let alone go there on purpose. Drill in a dangerous place. Professor Moody, your previous teaching method was 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."

Not on the battlefield...

This is the unfinished meaning of what he said, and the other three professors present understood it.

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

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, apparently wanting Dumbledore to take care of himself Persuade your friends.

When there were only Felix and Moody 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 have received invitation cards. The premise It was they who discovered that they could try more than once."

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 give me a list on Monday and let me know about participating in training Anyone can do it!"

With some difficulty, he pushed the cloak aside to make room for his wooden legs, and then he grabbed the crutch with a rough hand full of scars, and with all his strength, he propped himself up.

"Albus said you were very brave, I thought you would understand my approach." Moody said softly.

He limped away.

Felix sat 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 calmly.

"Professor Moody told me you were here. Oh, uh..." Ernie's momentum weakened, and he fished Justin out from behind, "Professor Hype, it's Justin, he has important Tell you about..."

A few minutes later, Felix understood, "So there is an antique in your home, and you suspect that it was cast by magic, especially, there may be some kind of curse?"

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

"Is that so..." Felix was lost in thought, and he asked, "Mr. Finlayley, 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 hold hands together.

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

Justin began to recall that he was very impressed with this antique, and he had 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 has 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 is 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 kind of ancient and special craftsmanship was used, which is very rare..."

Ernie McMillan couldn't help shouting, "That's obviously 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 there anyone in your family now?"

"They are usually very busy and can't come back very late." Justin added, "On weekends too."

"Okay then, I'll go with you tonight to visit your parents." Felix said, he stood up, flicked his wand, and let the tea disappear ~IndoMTL.com~ The cup was cleared and floated Fly back into the closet.

"Let's go back and have a look, 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 Collins Foley of Leitlin."

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"I won't go if I'm killed," Ron said pale, 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 in front of you. Wriggling on your body, drilling into your mouth, ears, and nose...Damn it, I think the Aragog that Hagrid kept in the cage is much more pleasing to the eye now."

Hermione sat with her knees hugged and did not 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 counts. It's not cheating..."

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

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