Time passed by little by little, Ernie Macmillan and Justin came back together, and they had undoubtedly failed.

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

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

Harry's two friends Hermione and Ron also tried once, sitting crookedly on the side.

Justin said hesitantly: "Ernie, I have something to ask you."

"What is it?" 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. I always feel that it's a bit strange..."

Ernie muttered: "Is it possible?" Justin asked nervously: "Is it a magic?"

"Is it possible?" Justin asked nervously.

"How should I know? I haven't even seen it." Ernie rolled his eyes, "But I do know who I can ask for help."

"Who?"

"Of course it's Professor Hep. He's the best at studying these magical items."

"Yeah," Justin agreed immediately, "Ernie, you're right, then I'll ask my parents to send the things over."

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

"Well, that's right." Justin said embarrassedly. Seeing Ernie's eyes widened again, he quickly added, "But the antique is in the cabinet, and no one usually touches it."

Ernie thought for a while, "In this case, I suggest you don't send letters to your family. Let's go find Professor Hep."

"Now?" Justin asked in surprise.

"Of course! What are you thinking about, what if there is a curse on it?" Ernie couldn't help shouting at him, his face flushed red with excitement.

Justin couldn't sit still anymore. "Let's go find Professor Hep!"

When Justin and Ernie Macmillan hurriedly separated the crowd and passed a small group of Slytherin students, they accidentally stepped on Pansy Parkinson's foot. She was talking to the depressed Draco Malfoy.

"Ouch!" Pansy screamed in pain.

"Ah! Sorry," Justin said apologetically. Pansy stared at him and was about to make a sarcastic remark, but Justin was pulled away by Ernie. "Hurry up, the professors have been gone for a while."

Pansy raised her arms and screamed, "Draco, look at their Macmillan family. They are as uneducated as those Muggles. I should persuade my father to write to his family and keep him away from those stinky ones..."

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

"Don't talk nonsense, Astoria." Daphne took her sister's hand and squeezed her hand hard, but a smile appeared in the corner of her eyes. She nodded towards Pansy, signalling that she should not hear.

Pansy did not hear, she was repeating her grandfather's words, "Hufflepuff students are a bunch of idiots, stupid, so most of them are not happy." Draco was impatient, he turned his head and looked in Astoria's direction.

Astoria was startled, and whispered to Daphne's ear with a guilty conscience, "He might have heard it." She stared at Draco Malfoy nervously for a long time, and found that he did not seem to tell the fox face, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long after, she became restless again

, "Can I release the little snake?"

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

Outside classroom 7.

Several professors gathered in the staff lounge, Felix took out tea leaves, Flitwick found some teacups from the old cabinet, Professor Sprout took out some black petals and added them to the tea, and everyone drank tea and chatted with relish.

But Snape left early, saying that another batch of potions needed to be processed. Although Moody stayed, he declined to have tea with them.

"Felix, what are your plans?" Flitwick asked.

"I currently have the memories of several professors, and I can work with them to design some dangerous scenarios, so that they can exercise their reaction ability, ability to face crises, how to fight, etc. Then I can give them guidance based on their own characteristics. These are all I can think of for now."

"That's the only way," Flitwick nodded and said, "No one knows what the competition items are, and what the specific rules are." Felix

nodded slightly, agreeing with him. He knew that the first item was most likely the fire dragon, but he didn't know what the specific rules were. It could be that they could hold out for a while under the attack of the fire dragon, or it could be that they could take something from the fire dragon. From what Charlie said before, the Ministry of Magic selected female dragons that were hatching eggs, so this possibility was the greatest.

Moody said gruffly, "I'm not good at things like memory, but I would say that real skills can only be honed in a real environment. Fake skills are fake. It's better to take these students to a truly dangerous place!"

Flitwick said uneasily, "This is not appropriate, Alastor. We can't take students out of school..."

"What's inappropriate about this? This generation has never experienced a war and is spoiled. How can we expect them to remain calm when facing the competition?" Moody spat disdainfully, "If they were Aurors under my command, I would definitely train them hard and take them to catch a few dark wizards. It doesn't have to be too much. After three or five times, they will be reborn."

Flitwick said sharply, "They are just students! They are not your Aurors."

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

"No, absolutely not... Minerva will not agree, and Dumbledore will not agree..." Flitwick muttered.

Felix poured himself a cup of tea, leaned back in his chair, stared at the amber tea in the cup, and said slowly: "It is probably impossible to take the students out of the school, let alone deliberately go to a dangerous place. Professor Moody, your previous teaching method was very controversial..."

"Unforgivable Curse?" Moody grinned and sneered, his magic eye constantly turning: "They should be thankful that the first time they saw this spell was in my class."

Instead of on the battlefield...

This was the unfinished meaning of his words, and the other three professors present understood it.

Moody was a complete iron-blooded person who advocated barbaric teaching. In his plan, he was going to cast spells on the students, letting them experience the effects of each curse, including the three unforgivable curses.

Of course, he chose the Imperius Curse. The other two were too dangerous, and even Moody didn't dare to use them on students.

Such an outrageous teaching plan attracted unanimous opposition from Flitwick and Sprout, and the tea party ended unhappily. Flitwick tiptoed towards the headmaster's office, apparently to let Dumbledore persuade his friend.

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

Moody thought for a moment, "Forget it! I won't join in the fun. Didn't you say at the meeting that the selection will last for the whole weekend? Just give me a list on Monday so that I know who will participate in the training!"

He pushed his cloak aside with some effort to make room for his wooden leg, and then grabbed the crutch with a scarred and rough hand, and propped himself up.

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

He limped away.

Felix sat alone in the staff lounge, thinking quietly. After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door, and Ernie Macmillan's tall figure rushed in.

"Mr. Macmillan, what can I do for you?" Felix asked calmly.

"Professor Moody told me you were here. Oh, uh..." Ernie's momentum waned, and he pulled Justin out from behind him, "Professor Hep, it's Justin, he has something important to tell you..."

After a few minutes, Felix understood, "So an antique appeared in your home, and you suspect it was cast by magic, especially, there may be some kind of curse?"

"Yes, professor." Justin nodded quickly.

"Is that so..." Felix fell into deep thought, and he asked, "Mr. Finch-Fletchley, please give me a hand."

"What? Oh" Justin looked at the professor's hand, although he was confused, but he still did it.

The two held hands together.

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

Justin began to recall, he was deeply impressed by this antique, and he played with it for a long time because of his suspicion. Now it was very easy to recall.

Under the gaze of three pairs of eyes, a blue vase was outlined in the air. It was like a combination of a goblet and a narrow-necked bottle, and the bottle body was coated with a layer of blue enamel. It is decorated with lapis lazuli. There are two harp-shaped arched handles on the top of the vase. A silver chain is drawn from the handles and hangs near the smooth and clean silver base.

"A silver work of art. In other words, it is silver?" Felix chuckled. "Is it because it is not easy to get dusty?"

Justin's eyes lit up. "That's what the gift giver told my father. I heard that it uses some ancient and special craftsmanship, which is very rare..."

Ernie MacMillan couldn't help but shout, "That is clearly the characteristic of goblin products! You didn't tell me just now, otherwise I would have discovered it long ago!"

"But I don't know much about it." Justin argued.

"Justin," Felix interrupted their conversation, "Is anyone at home now?"

"They are usually very busy and will be back very late." Justin added, "On weekends too."

"Well, I'll go with you to visit your parents in the evening." Felix said, he stood up, flicked his wand, and made the tea disappear. The cups were cleaned and flew back to the cabinet.

"Let's go back and see how many people have received the invitation card?"

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

...

"I won't go even if I kill you," Ron said, looking pale, as if he had a serious illness. "You can't imagine what it feels like to be overwhelmed by a group of spiders the size of a fingernail, with countless legs crawling on you, drilling into your mouth, ears, and nose... Damn it, I now think that Aragog, who is kept in a cage by Hagrid, is much more pleasing to the eye."

Hermione sat with her knees hugged and didn't speak. She gradually regained her sanity. After hesitating for a long time, she whispered, "I found a shortcut that may allow me to get the invitation card, but I don't know if this is cheating..."

"What did you say?" Ron stared at her.

The black suspended door slowly opened, and Harry walked out with a golden card in his hand.