The next morning.

Harry woke up from the bed with a yawn. He first took the alarm clock and looked at the time. It was eleven o'clock in the morning. He was startled, jumped out of the bed, and fumbled to put on his glasses. "Ron, don't sleep! We still have to go to classroom 7 to participate in the selection. Today is the last day

." Ron slumped on the bed like a dead pig, exposing one arm and snoring loudly

. Harry lifted Ron's quilt and looked at him in surprise. Ron was wearing a tattered robe, gray and dusty. His face was bruised and purple, as if he had been hung up by the Whomping Willow and beaten for half an hour.

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

Was there a thief in the dormitory?

Someone broke in and beat Ron up?

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

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

"Who beat you!" Harry shouted loudly.

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

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

Harry was stunned for a moment, a little unsure of what was going on. He walked out of the dormitory in confusion and found Hermione in the common room and told her about it.

"He didn't dream of fighting with Malfoy and ended up hurting himself?" Hermione said in a cold tone.

"Hermione, this is impossible." Harry said, "His robes were torn..."

"That means he went out at night and fought with someone. But I doubt if he has the courage!" Hermione stood up, "I'll ask the Fat Lady, she must know if anyone went out at night."

She ran away, leaving Harry sitting on the chair, feeling a little irritated. Could it be that Ron went out in the middle of the night? What did he do?

He looked at the table. There was a stack of parchment on Hermione's seat. He felt a little strange. Didn't she finish her homework? He took it and looked at it. It turned out to be the experience of those who passed the selection. It was more comprehensive than what he and Ron had inquired about. Obviously, a lot of thought was put into it.

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 into the opera."

"But where did Ron go?" Harry thought: "He was with me all afternoon yesterday. He went to bed early when he came back. He didn't have time to meet Malfoy alone. How could he make an appointment to fight..."

"Maybe they went to the same place." Hermione analyzed.

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

"Classroom 7!"

...

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

Seeing Harry coming in, Ron said excitedly, "Harry, you can't believe it, really! I fought off seventeen waves of big spiders, and in the back, I felt that I was not afraid at all. Those hairy legs, the stinky, splashing green liquid... I did it, Harry! And the magic on the card you mentioned to me, it's so cool!"

Harry looked at him strangely, "When was this? I remember that when we came back yesterday, you said you couldn't see any hope. And I didn't mention what magic was on the card..."

"Uh," Ron was stuck and blinked, "Didn't you say it?"

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

"That's great!" Ron took it happily, and 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.

On the other side,

Mr. and Mrs. Finch-Fletchley prepared a table of exquisite dishes. They temporarily put aside their work affairs and stayed at home.

During lunch, someone rang the doorbell. Mr. Finch-Fletchley went out and came back after a while. When they parted, Mrs. Finch-Fletchley took out the two large packages she had prepared.

"Mom," Justin rolled her eyes and said helplessly, "There are too many things. I can't take them all."

"Let me do it," Felix said, waving at the packages and putting them into the ring on his left hand. Mr. and Mrs. Finch-Fletchley were amazed.

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

Felix shook his head. "This kind of item will be strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic. It's okay for wizards, but if it appears in the hands of Muggles, that is, non-magical people, it will attract professional investigation." "

It's not like the antique vase made by the goblin. You can put it at home and appreciate it alone. The possibility of being discovered is very small. As long as you use it, there will be a risk of leakage."

Mrs. Finch-Fletchley said regretfully: "We also have some magic items at home. They are small gadgets bought in Diagon Alley. We hide them in a room and never let outsiders in."

"Yes, Mom has collected a complete set of Lockhart's books." Justin said.

Mrs. Finch-Fletchley glared at him.

Before leaving, Mr. Finch-Fletchley handed Felix a business card. Felix took it and felt the faint trace of magic on it. He asked curiously, "What is this?"

"A friend gave it to me. He is a collector and keeps in touch with many people with connections. This business card is from a mysterious seller who has provided a lot of antiques in recent years." Mr. Finch-Fletchley said cautiously, "Including that vase..."

Felix understood. There was only a phone number written on the business card, not even a name. It was indeed mysterious enough.

"Did they contact by phone?"

"It's hard to judge." Mr. Finch-Fletchley said, "The mysterious seller asked my friend to call the number above, but no one answered every time he called. But after a day or two, he will show up and visit you on his own initiative."

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

"That's great." Mr. Finch-Fletchley breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought about it for a long time last night and still felt that he should let the professors at Hogwarts know about this matter. Otherwise, he would feel uneasy with a secretive wizard around.

After returning to school, Felix played with the business card, "Interesting, who is behind you?"