As time passed, Ernie McMillan and Justin returned together, and they all failed without a doubt.

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

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

Harry's two friends, Hermione and Ron, also tried it once, sitting aside slantedly.

Justin said hesitantly: "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 family... During the summer vacation, someone gave my parents an antique vase, and I always feel a little weird..."

Ernie muttered, "It's not that he used magic?"

"Is this possible?" Justin asked nervously.

"How did I know? I haven't even seen him." Ernie rolled his eyes, "but I know who I can ask for help."

"who?"

"Of course it's Professor Hayp, who is best at studying these magical objects."

"Yes," Justin immediately agreed, "Ernie, you're right, then I'll let my parents send the stuff here."

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

"Uh, that's right." Justin said embarrassedly, seeing Ernie glaring again, he quickly added, "But that antique is placed in the cabinet, no one will touch it."

Ernie thought for a while, "If this is the case, I suggest you don't send a letter to your house. Let's go and find Professor Happ."

"Now?" Justin asked in surprise.

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

After saying this, Justin couldn't sit still, "Let's go and find Professor Happ right away!"

Justin and Ernie McMillan hurriedly separated the crowd and passed a small group of Slytherin students and accidentally stepped on Pansy Parkinson's feet, she was talking to the slutty Draco Malfoy.

"Ouch!" Pansi screamed in pain.

"Ah! Sorry," Justin said apologetically, Pansy glared at him, and was about to say a few sarcastic words, but Justin was taken away by Ernie, "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 is as uneducated as those Muggles. I should advise my dad to write to his house and keep him away from those smelly ones..."

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

"Don't talk nonsense, Astoria." Daphne held her sister and squeezed her hand hard, but a smile appeared on the corner of her eyes. She nodded to Pansy, indicating that she would not hear it.

Pansy did not hear that she was relaying her grandfather's words, "Hurchpatch's students are all a group of stupid geese, so most of them are not doing well." Draco was not very patient when he heard this, and he turned his head and looked in the direction of Astoria.

Astoria was startled and fell to Daphne's ear with guilt 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's face, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long after, she became restless again

"Can I release a little snake?"

"Oh, no," said her sister. As a result, she rolled her eyes.

Outside classroom 7.

Several professors gathered in the staff lounge. Felix took out the tea leaves, Flivie took out some tea cups from the old cabinet, Professor Sprout took out some black petals and added them to the tea. Everyone drank tea and chatted happily.

However, Snape left early and used the excuse to say that another batch of potions needed to be dealt with. Although Moody stayed, he declined the act of drinking tea together.

"Felix, what were you planning?" Frieve asked.

"I currently have the memories of several professors who can design some dangerous scenes in conjunction with them to exercise their reaction ability, their ability to face crises, how to fight, etc.... and give guidance based on their own characteristics. I think of these things at the moment."

"This is all we can do," Flivi said, "No one knows what the competition is and what the specific rules are."

Felix nodded slightly and agreed with his words. He knew that the first project was probably a Fire Dragon, but he didn't know what the specific rules were. It might be that he persisted for a while under the attack of the Fire Dragon, or it might be that he took away something from the Fire Dragon. According to Charlie before, the Ministry of Magic selected female dragons with hatched eggs, this possibility is the biggest.

Moody said rudely: "I'm not good at things like memory, but I have to say that real skills can only be honed in the real environment. Fakes are fakes. It's better to lead these students to a truly dangerous place!"

Frivy said uneasyly: "This is not suitable, Alasto. We cannot take students out of school..."

"What's wrong with this generation? No one has experienced war and is spoiled. Can you still expect them to deal calmly when facing the competition?" Moody spat disdainfully, "If the Auror in my hand, I must train hard and take them to catch the dark wizard a few more times. No need to do it, they will be reborn after three or five times."

Flivie screamed: "They are just students! They are not the Aurors under your command."

"But the events they face are more dangerous than the situation of ordinary Aurors!" Moody roared.

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

Felix poured himself a cup of tea, leaned back on the back of the chair, staring at the amber tea in the cup, and slowly said, "It is probably impossible to take the students out of school, let alone deliberately drilling into dangerous places. Professor Moody, your previous teaching method is very controversial..."

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

Instead of on the battlefield...

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

Moody is a thoroughly iron-blooded school who advocates barbarism. In his plan, he also prepares to chant spells to students so that they can personally experience the effects of each evil spell. This naturally includes three unforgivable spells.

Of course, he chose the Soul-Snatching Curse. The other two were too dangerous, and even Moody dared not use them on students.

Such an outrageous teaching plan attracted unanimous opposition from Frieve and Sprout, and the tea party ended in a bad mood. Frieve tiptoed towards the headmaster's office, and it seemed that Dumbledore wanted to persuade his friends.

When Felix and Moody were left, Felix looked at the time and asked him: "Do you want to go and have a look? I guess a few students should have received the invitation card, provided they find they can try it multiple times."

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, so that I can know who is involved in the training!"

He pushed the cloak to one side with some effort to free up the position of standing with wooden legs. Then a rough hand grabbed the crutch with a rough hand and supported himself.

"Albus said you are very brave, and I thought you would understand what I did." Moody said softly.

He limped away.

Felix sat alone in the staff lounge, thinking quietly. After a while, the knock on the door suddenly rang out, and Ernie McMillan's tall figure rushed in.

"Mr. McMillan, are you doing something?" Felix asked calmly.

"Professor Moody tells me you're here. Oh, uh..." Ernie's momentum became weak, and he took Justin out of behind him. "Professor Hepp, it's Justin, he has something important to tell you..."

A few minutes later, Felix understood, "So there was an antique in your home. You suspect that you have been magically imposed, especially, there might be some kind of curse?"

"Yes, professor." Justin nodded quickly.

"Is that true..." Felix fell into deep thought, and he asked, "Mr. Fenlieri, please hand me a hand."

"What? Oh?" ​​Justin looked at the professor and stretched out his hand. Although he was confused, he still did it.

The two of them held each other.

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

Justin began to recall that he was deeply impressed by this antique and played with it for a long time because of suspicion. It was very relaxing to think about it now.

Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, a vase with a blue body was outlined in the air. It looked like a combination of a goblet and a fine-mouthed bottle. The body of the bottle was painted with blue enamel. It was dotted with lapis lazuli, and there were two harp-shaped arched handles on the top of the vase, which led to a silver chain belt from the handle, hanging near the smooth, clean silver base.

"A silver craft. That is to say, it's a silver ware?" Felix chuckled, "Is it not easy to fall into dust?"

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

Ernie McMillan couldn't help but scream, "That's clearly the characteristic of the fairy product! You haven't told me just now, otherwise I'd discovered it long ago!"

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

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

"They are usually very busy and they will have to come back very late." Justin added, "They are the same on weekends."

"Okay, I'll go visit your parents with you tonight," Felix said, as he stood up, swung his wand, let the tea disappear, cleaned the cup and flew back into the cabinet.

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

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

...

"I won't go to death," Ron's face pale, as if he had a serious illness. "You can't imagine what it would be like to be flooded by those spiders the size of fingernails. Countless legs squirm on you, drilling into your mouth, ears, and nose... Damn it, I think Aragork, who Hagrid kept in the cage, now likes the eyes."

Hermione sat in her knees and didn't say anything. She gradually regained her rationality. After hesitating for a long time, she whispered: "I found a shortcut that might allow me to get the invitation card, but I don't know if this is considered cheating..."

"What did you say?" Ron stared at her.
Chapter completed!