A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 365: Business card

The next morning.

Harry woke up from the bed with a yawn. He took the alarm clock and checked the time at 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 still 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 quilt and looked at him in surprise. Ron was wearing a tattered robe, dusty, and his face was blue and blue, as if he had been hanged by a beaten willow Woke up and played for half an hour.

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

The dormitory was burglarized?

Someone broke in and beat Ron up?

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

"What?" Ron said vaguely, opening his sleepy eyes.

"Who hit you!" Harry yelled.

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

During his sleep, Ron grinned happily with his mouth wide open. He muttered a few words that no one could hear clearly, and continued to fall 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, this is impossible." Harry said, "The robes on him are all torn..."

"That means he went out at night and got into a fight 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, and the fat lady was very impressed with him, and 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 jerked his head up and looked at Hermione, who also looked at him in shock.

"Classroom No. 7!"

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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 seventeen waves of big spiders, and when I got back, I didn't feel scared at all. , those hairy legs, the stinky green splatter...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 you couldn't see hope. And I didn't mention the magic on the card..."

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

"I never said that. Oh, yes." Harry pulled out a stack of parchment, "Here are some materials I found, we can study together."

"That's great!" Ron took it happily, looked at the familiar handwriting on it, and 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 a table of exquisite dishes, and they temporarily put aside their work affairs and stayed at home.

During lunchtime, someone rang the doorbell, 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."

"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 will be a risk of leakage."

Mrs. Finlayley said regretfully: "We also have some magic 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 collection of Lockhart's books," Justin said.

Mrs. Finlayry glared at him.

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

"Sent by a friend from ~IndoMTL.com~ 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. Finlayly 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.

"Are they on the phone?"

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