The next morning.

Harry woke up from the bed yawning, first took the alarm clock and looked at the time at 11:00 am. He was startled, jumped out of the bed, groping and putting on his glasses, "Ron, stop sleeping! We have to go to Classroom 7 to participate in the selection, today is the last day."

Ron collapsed on the bed like a dead pig, revealing an arm, snoring loudly.

Harry lifted Ron's quilt and looked at him in surprise. Ron was wearing a torn robe, swelling with gray, with blue and purple on his face, as if he was hung up by a willow to beat him for half an hour.

Even when they were practicing the imprisonment curse in the self-study group, Ron was not so miserable.

Had a thief in the dormitory?

Someone broke in and beat Ron up?

Harry tried his best to wake Ron up and asked very seriously: "Do you see who it is?"

"What?" Ron opened his sleepy eyes and said vaguely.

"Who beats you!" Harry shouted.

"Who else can it be? Malfoy..." Ron said with his eyes closed. Harry was furious and immediately rushed into Slytherin's lounge to settle the score with Malfoy. As a result, Ron followed him again, "He is worse than me. I locked his neck and asked him to kneel down and beg for mercy..."

In his sleep, Ron grinned happily, and he muttered a few words that no one could hear clearly, and continued to fall asleep.

Harry was stunned for a moment, a little confused, and walked out of the dormitory in confusion, found Hermione in the lounge, and told her about it.

"He couldn't have dreamed of fighting with Malfoy, but he ended up hurting himself?" Hermione said in a cold tone.

"Hermione, this is impossible," said Harry. "The robes on his body were torn..."

"That's when he went out at night, fighting with someone. But I doubt whether he has the courage!" Hermione stood up, "I'll ask Fat Lady, she must know if anyone has gone out at night."

She ran away, leaving Harry to sit on the chair, feeling a little annoyed. Could it be that Ron went out in the middle of the night, what should he do?

He looked at the table, and there was a stack of parchment on Hermione's place. He felt a little surprised. Hasn't her homework been finished? He took it over and saw that it was the experience of the selected people who had collected the passing experience. It was more comprehensive than what he and Ron had found out, and it obviously took a lot of thought.

After a while, Hermione came back and said in surprise: "He really went out last night. The fat lady was impressed by him and said she wanted to put him in the opera."

"But where did Ron go?" Harry thought: "He was with me all afternoon yesterday, and when he came back, he went to bed early. He had no time to meet Malfoy alone. How could he make an appointment for a fight..."

"It may also be that they went to the same place." Hermione analyzed.

Harry nodded, in the same place… He raised his head suddenly and looked at Hermione, who also looked at him in shock.

“Classroom No. 7!”

...

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

Seeing Harry come in, Ron said excitedly: "Harry, you can't believe it, really! I repelled seventeen big spiders, and when I arrived at the back, I felt that I was not afraid at all. Those furry legs, smelly, and the green liquid splashing everywhere... I did it, Harry! And the magic on the cards you mentioned to me, it's so cool!"

Harry looked at him weirdly, "When is this? 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 got stuck, and he blinked, "Didn't you say?"

"I haven't said that. Oh, by the way." Harry pulled out a stack of parchment paper. "This is some information I found, and we can study it together."

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

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

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

The other side

The Fenlieri couple prepared a table of exquisite dishes, and they temporarily pushed back their work affairs and stayed at home.

During lunch, someone rang the doorbell. Mr. Fenlieri went out and came back after a while. When they parted, Mrs. Fenlieri took out the two large packages he 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, waved to the packages and put them into the ring on his left hand. The Fenlieri and his wife were amazed.

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

Felix shook his head, "This type of item will be strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic. It is okay for wizards, but if it appears in the hands of Muggles, that is, non-magic people, it will cause professionals to investigate."

"It's not like the antique vase made by a fairy, which can be left at home to admire it alone, and it may be found very little. As long as you use it, there will be a risk of leakage."

Madame Fenreri said regretfully: "We also have some magical items in our house, which are small items bought in Diagon Alley. We all hide in a room and never let outsiders go in."

"Yes, mom has collected a whole set of Lockhart's books," Justin said.

Madame Fenreri glared at him.

Before leaving, Mr. Fenlieri handed Felix a business card. Felix took it and felt the faint traces of magic on it. He asked curiously: "Is this?"

"A friend sent it here. He is a collector and keeps in touch with many people with a connection. This business card comes from a mysterious seller who has provided a lot of antiques in recent years." Mr. Fenlieri said cautiously: "Including that vase..."

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

"They contacted by phone?"

"It's hard to judge," said Mr. Fenlieri. "The mysterious seller asked my friend to call the above, but no one answered the call every time. But after a day or two, he would appear and come to visit him on his own initiative."

Felix smiled, "Mr. Fenlieri, thank you for your trust in me. I can guarantee that trouble will not involve you."

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

He thought about it for a long time last night and still felt that the professor of Hogwarts should know about this, otherwise, there would be a wizard with his head and tail hidden by his side, and he would always feel uneasy.
Chapter completed!