Ron left them angrily. "Ron," Harry reached out to touch his back, not knowing what to say.

When he was packing his luggage on the first day back to school, he saw the dress that Mrs. Weasley prepared for Ron. In his eyes, it was more like a maroon velvet dress, with a moldy ruffle at the neckline and matching lace on the cuffs.

Harry didn't have the courage to wear it out. From Ron's expression at the time, he wished he could put the dress at the bottom of the box and never use it once in his life.

Ten seconds later, Ron flew out in a spin.

Harry and Hermione caught him. Ron sat on the ground with a pale face. He said in a low voice: "I'm tired of living in poverty. Harry, can you lend me some money? I promise to pay you back!" Harry

hesitated for two seconds. He knew what Ron was going to do to buy an anti-aging agent. "No problem," he said.

"Ron! You shouldn't have thought about it," Hermione advised.

"None of your business." Ron buried his head. "Don't you have a way to get the invitation card? Are you just bragging?"

Hermione stared at him in disbelief, but Ron just gave her the back of his head. Hermione looked at him proudly and walked up the stairs with heavy steps.

Her figure disappeared in front of the cold black suspended door. After only a dozen seconds, the black mist fluctuated violently.

Ron looked at the black stone tablet in disbelief. A golden name Hermione Granger appeared in a flamboyant manner. The black door opened silently, and a hot air wave gushed out from it. The golden flames gradually disappeared behind her.

...

Eight o'clock in the evening.

Felix and Justin Finch-Fletchley Apparated and appeared in a London alley. Then they took a taxi and went to the villa area according to the address provided by Justin.

"Mom, it's me, Justin." Justin rang the doorbell in front of the courtyard and said to the microphone above, "I'm with a professor from the school."

"Oh, my God! Baby, Mom will be here soon."

There was a flurry of voices from the other side of the microphone, as if someone broke a cup.

Justin opened his mouth, a little embarrassed, and Felix silently observed the patterns carved on the pillars until a well-dressed woman walked out quickly, adjusting her hat in a panic.

"Hello, you are, uh..."

Across the door, she was stunned, looking at Justin, and then at Felix.

"Are you...professor?" She asked cautiously, this is too young, the professors she has seen are all fat and sparse hair, without exception.

Even if magic can cure hair loss, it can't make people younger, right? The professor named "McGreg" who visited the house for the first time didn't have this ability.

"Oh, Mom, open the door quickly. He is my ancient rune professor, I told you!" Justin said on the side.

The woman stretched out a hand through the door and flicked him on the forehead.

"Ouch!"

The woman touched her pocket with satisfaction, and then said apologetically: "Is it Professor Hepp? The child did mention you, saying that you are very young, but I thought, at least... Oh, sorry, I forgot to bring my keys, and I changed my clothes when I went home at night... I'll be back soon." She left in a hurry.

Justin asked in confusion: "Professor Hep? We can use the unlocking spell..."

"There's no need for that," Felix said, "It won't hurt to wait."

Justin scratched his curly hair, not quite understanding, "Professor, what magic did you just use? Portkey?"

Felix laughed, "Where did you hear this word?"

"Ernie told me. He said that during the Quidditch World Cup in the summer, the Ministry of Magic prepared three hundred portkeys, and people from all over the world came to Britain through the portkeys!"

"Three hundred is just the number in the UK." Felix said, "The magic of the portkey needs to be attached to something. I use Apparition."

"Apparition?"

"Yes, it's more convenient than a portkey, and you've seen the effect. You will be exposed to it in your sixth grade."

"But why haven't I seen anyone else use it?"

"Oh, because the school has cast a spell that prohibits Apparition and, of course, portkeys."

At this time, Mrs. Justin trotted out and welcomed the two in.

Mr. Finch-Fletchley had the same curly hair as Justin. He brought two cups of coffee. "I heard from Justin that you guys drink coffee too. My friend gave me some Gesha coffee. You can try it."

He put down the coffee, wiped his hands, and shook hands with Felix.

Felix told them why he came. The Finch-Fletchleys were surprised and immediately took him to the study. Mr. Finch-Fletchley introduced them as they walked. "It was originally placed in the living room, but Justin always played with it. His mother was worried that it would break, so she put it in the study."

Justin stared at his mother, and she immediately messed up his hair.

In the study, Felix carefully examined the antique vase and looked at it seriously for a long time. Of course, he was not looking at the pattern on the enamel paint, but the magical glow hidden in the invisible of ordinary people.

"Is there a problem?" Mr. Finch-Fletchley asked nervously.

"Oh, no," Felix said, "No matter how many times you see it, you will be amazed at the craftsmanship of the goblins. Some of their magic can be compared with the top formulas of alchemy... But please rest assured that there is no curse on it."

"That's good, that's good." Mr. Finch-Fletchley breathed a sigh of relief. He was worried about some radiation or something like that. Forgive him for not understanding magic, but this was the curse he imagined.

After that, the Finch-Fletchleys invited him to spend a weekend together. Felix knew that they wanted to keep Justin.

He said implicitly: "The students of Hogwarts all live on campus, and the professor has an unshirkable responsibility for the safety of the little wizards..." He saw their disappointed expressions and added, "At most, stay until tomorrow morning. Please prepare a guest room for me, preferably a quiet one."

"Of course, don't worry, Professor Hep." Mrs. Finch-Fletchley quickly agreed, fearing that he would regret it. She patted Justin's head and said seriously: "Where are your manners?"

Justin said sullenly: "Thank you, professor."

...

Hogwarts, after the lights were turned off.

Harry went to bed early. He was exhausted that day. Ron and Hermione had a quarrel and ignored each other. However, Hermione had already received the invitation card. Harry certainly hoped that Ron could get one too. He and Ron stayed in classroom seven all afternoon.

However, what he could do was really limited. He just helped analyze the situation after Ron failed, but this was really not what he was good at. Fortunately, Hermione left Madam Pomfrey's potion, which could relieve mental fatigue and shorten their rest time.

Ron lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, with a heavy face.

He stared at the light outside the window and could barely see a corner of the moon.

Harry succeeded, Hermione succeeded, and even... He glanced at Neville who was snoring loudly. Yes, even Neville succeeded in getting the invitation card.

He knew that he was not as good as Harry and Hermione, but at least he didn't want to be left too far behind.

He sat up and was in a daze for a long time. Finally, he tiptoed out of bed and picked up the half-remaining bottle of potion from the table. He walked out of the dormitory and pushed open the door of the common room.

Ron walked in the dark corridor with fear all the way, not even daring to use the fluorescent flash, for fear of encountering Filch or Mrs. Norris.

Finally, half an hour later, he came to the vicinity of classroom 7, secretly thanking his good luck.

Ron held the wand in his mouth, not daring to make any sound, and groped along the wall with both hands. Classroom 7 has no lock, and the way to enter is to outline a magic symbol. Professor Hepp happened to talk about it in the magic club.

Now, he only needs to find the right position, then quickly outline the magic symbol and sneak into the classroom, so that he can have one more night than others.

Ron touched a raised object, which was cold, but hotter than the wall and the door. He was shocked and found it! But the next second, a suppressed scream rang in his ears, which made him shudder.

Ghost? Peeves? No, it's a living person...

"Who!"

"Who!" Ron's voice was distorted with fear, and his tone was so twisted that he didn't even know what he was saying.

In the darkness, an unknown creature was less than a foot away from him. Ron swallowed his saliva, took two steps back, raised his wand, and whispered: "Lumos."

A dim halo lit up from the tip of the wand, illuminating the face opposite, which was so close .

"Draco Malfoy!"

"Ron Weasley!"