Chapter 365: business ard
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The next morning.
Harry woke up from the bed with a yawn, first took a look at the alarm clock at eleven o'clock in the morning. He was startled, jumped up from the bed, fumbled and put on his glasses, "Ron, don't sleep! We 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, showing one arm, snoring loudly.
Harry lifted Ron's quilt and looked at him in surprise. Ron was wearing a tattered robe, dusty, and his face was blue and purple, as if he was hung up and beaten by a willow. Half an hour.
Even when they were in the self-study group and practicing the imprisonment spell, Ron didn't look so miserable.
Thieves in the dormitory?
Someone broke in and beat Ron violently?
Harry desperately shook Ron awake, and asked very seriously, "Did you see who it was?"
"What?" Ron opened his wistful eyes and said vaguely.
"Who beat you!" Harry shouted.
"Who else can it be, Malfoy..." Ron closed his eyes and said, Harry was furious, and immediately rushed into the Slytherin lounge to find Malfoy to settle the account, but Ron added, "He is more than I'm still miserable, I locked his neck and told him to kneel and beg for mercy..."
In his sleep, Ron smiled happily with a big grin, he mumbled a few words that no one could understand, and went on to fall asleep.
Harry froze for a moment, not sure what was going on, walked out of the dormitory confusedly, found Hermione in the lounge, and told her about it.
"He didn't dream of a fight with Malfoy, and ended up hurting himself?" Hermione said coldly.
"Hermione, it's impossible," Harry said. "His robe is torn..."
"That's when he went out at night to fight with someone. But I wonder if he has the courage!" Hermione stood up, "I'll ask the fat lady, she must know if anyone has been out at night."
She kicked off, leaving Harry sitting in the chair, feeling a little irritable. Could it be Ron that went out in the middle of the night, what did he go out for?
He looked at the table. There was a stack of parchment on Hermione's place. He was a little strange. Didn't she finish her homework? He took it over and saw that it turned out to be the collected experience of the people who passed the selection. It was more comprehensive than what he and Ron had heard, obviously a lot of thought was spent.
After a while, Hermione came back and said with a look of surprise: "He really went out last night. The fat lady was very impressed with him and said that he would be included in the opera."
"But where did Ron go?" Harry thought: "He was with me yesterday afternoon. He fell asleep early when he came back, and didn't have time to meet Malfoy alone. How could it be possible to have an appointment..."
"Maybe they went to the same place." Hermione analyzed.
Harry nodded, 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 nonchalantly. Ron had gotten up and changed his clothes.
Seeing Harry coming in, Ron said excitedly: "Harry, you can't believe it, really! I repelled the seventeenth group of big spiders, and when I got to the back, I felt that I was not scared at all, those hairy ones. My legs, smelly, green liquid splattering all over... I did it, Harry! And the magic on the card you mentioned to me is so cool!"
Harry looked at him weirdly, "When did this happen, I remember, when we came back yesterday, you said there was no hope. And I didn't mention the magic on the card..."
"Uh," Ron got stuck, and he blinked. "Didn't you say?"
"I didn't say it. Oh, yes." Harry pulled out a stack of parchment. "Here are some materials I found. We can study it together."
"That's great!" Ron took it happily, looking at the familiar handwriting on it, becoming uneasy, "Oh...yes, that's great..."
"Do you have anything to say?" Harry asked.
Ron hesitated for a moment, staring at the pile of parchment, and slowly pulled out a golden card from his pocket.
the other side
The Finleys prepared a table of exquisite dishes. They temporarily moved away from work and stayed at home.
During lunch, someone rang the doorbell, and Mr. Finley went out and returned after a while. When they were parting, Mrs. Finley took out two large parcels that had been prepared.
"Mom" Justin rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "There are so many things that I can't take them away."
"I'll do it," Felix said, beckoning to the package, putting them in the ring on his left hand. It was amazed by the Finleys and his wife.
"Is this magic? It's incredible... I wonder if we can buy it?"
Felix shook his head, "Such items will be strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic, which is good for wizards, but if they appear in the hands of Muggles, that is, non-magical people, they will be investigated by professionals."
"It's not like that antique vase made by a fairy. It can be left at home and you can admire it alone. The chance of being discovered is very small. As long as you use it, there is a risk of leakage."
Mrs. Finley said regretfully: "We also have some magic items in our house. They are gadgets bought in Diagon Alley. We are all hidden in a room and never let outsiders enter."
"Yes, mom collected a whole set of Lockhart's books." Justin said.
Mrs. Finley glared at him.
Before leaving, Mr. Finnery handed Felix a business card. Felix took it and felt the faint trace of magic on it. He curiously asked: "This is?"
"From my friend ~www.novelhall.com~ he is a collector and keeps in touch with many people who have access. This business card comes from a mysterious seller who has provided a lot of antiquities in recent years." Mr. Lieri said cautiously: "Including that vase..."
Felix knew it. There was only a phone number written on the card, not even his name, which was really mysterious.
"They contacted by phone?"
"It's not easy to judge." Mr. Finley said, "The mysterious seller asked my friend to call the above phone number, but no one answered every time he called. But after a day or two, he will show up and visit him on his own initiative. ."
Felix smiled, "Mr. Finley, thank you for your trust in me. I can assure you that the trouble will not involve you."
"That's the best." Mr. Finrieri breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought for a long time last night and still felt that he should let the professor at Hogwarts know about it.
After returning to school, Felix played with this business card, "Interesting, who is behind you?"
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The next morning.
Harry woke up from the bed with a yawn, first took a look at the alarm clock at eleven o'clock in the morning. He was startled, jumped up from the bed, fumbled and put on his glasses, "Ron, don't sleep! We 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, showing one arm, snoring loudly.
Harry lifted Ron's quilt and looked at him in surprise. Ron was wearing a tattered robe, dusty, and his face was blue and purple, as if he was hung up and beaten by a willow. Half an hour.
Even when they were in the self-study group and practicing the imprisonment spell, Ron didn't look so miserable.
Thieves in the dormitory?
Someone broke in and beat Ron violently?
Harry desperately shook Ron awake, and asked very seriously, "Did you see who it was?"
"What?" Ron opened his wistful eyes and said vaguely.
"Who beat you!" Harry shouted.
"Who else can it be, Malfoy..." Ron closed his eyes and said, Harry was furious, and immediately rushed into the Slytherin lounge to find Malfoy to settle the account, but Ron added, "He is more than I'm still miserable, I locked his neck and told him to kneel and beg for mercy..."
In his sleep, Ron smiled happily with a big grin, he mumbled a few words that no one could understand, and went on to fall asleep.
Harry froze for a moment, not sure what was going on, walked out of the dormitory confusedly, found Hermione in the lounge, and told her about it.
"He didn't dream of a fight with Malfoy, and ended up hurting himself?" Hermione said coldly.
"Hermione, it's impossible," Harry said. "His robe is torn..."
"That's when he went out at night to fight with someone. But I wonder if he has the courage!" Hermione stood up, "I'll ask the fat lady, she must know if anyone has been out at night."
She kicked off, leaving Harry sitting in the chair, feeling a little irritable. Could it be Ron that went out in the middle of the night, what did he go out for?
He looked at the table. There was a stack of parchment on Hermione's place. He was a little strange. Didn't she finish her homework? He took it over and saw that it turned out to be the collected experience of the people who passed the selection. It was more comprehensive than what he and Ron had heard, obviously a lot of thought was spent.
After a while, Hermione came back and said with a look of surprise: "He really went out last night. The fat lady was very impressed with him and said that he would be included in the opera."
"But where did Ron go?" Harry thought: "He was with me yesterday afternoon. He fell asleep early when he came back, and didn't have time to meet Malfoy alone. How could it be possible to have an appointment..."
"Maybe they went to the same place." Hermione analyzed.
Harry nodded, 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 nonchalantly. Ron had gotten up and changed his clothes.
Seeing Harry coming in, Ron said excitedly: "Harry, you can't believe it, really! I repelled the seventeenth group of big spiders, and when I got to the back, I felt that I was not scared at all, those hairy ones. My legs, smelly, green liquid splattering all over... I did it, Harry! And the magic on the card you mentioned to me is so cool!"
Harry looked at him weirdly, "When did this happen, I remember, when we came back yesterday, you said there was no hope. And I didn't mention the magic on the card..."
"Uh," Ron got stuck, and he blinked. "Didn't you say?"
"I didn't say it. Oh, yes." Harry pulled out a stack of parchment. "Here are some materials I found. We can study it together."
"That's great!" Ron took it happily, looking at the familiar handwriting on it, becoming uneasy, "Oh...yes, that's great..."
"Do you have anything to say?" Harry asked.
Ron hesitated for a moment, staring at the pile of parchment, and slowly pulled out a golden card from his pocket.
the other side
The Finleys prepared a table of exquisite dishes. They temporarily moved away from work and stayed at home.
During lunch, someone rang the doorbell, and Mr. Finley went out and returned after a while. When they were parting, Mrs. Finley took out two large parcels that had been prepared.
"Mom" Justin rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "There are so many things that I can't take them away."
"I'll do it," Felix said, beckoning to the package, putting them in the ring on his left hand. It was amazed by the Finleys and his wife.
"Is this magic? It's incredible... I wonder if we can buy it?"
Felix shook his head, "Such items will be strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic, which is good for wizards, but if they appear in the hands of Muggles, that is, non-magical people, they will be investigated by professionals."
"It's not like that antique vase made by a fairy. It can be left at home and you can admire it alone. The chance of being discovered is very small. As long as you use it, there is a risk of leakage."
Mrs. Finley said regretfully: "We also have some magic items in our house. They are gadgets bought in Diagon Alley. We are all hidden in a room and never let outsiders enter."
"Yes, mom collected a whole set of Lockhart's books." Justin said.
Mrs. Finley glared at him.
Before leaving, Mr. Finnery handed Felix a business card. Felix took it and felt the faint trace of magic on it. He curiously asked: "This is?"
"From my friend ~www.novelhall.com~ he is a collector and keeps in touch with many people who have access. This business card comes from a mysterious seller who has provided a lot of antiquities in recent years." Mr. Lieri said cautiously: "Including that vase..."
Felix knew it. There was only a phone number written on the card, not even his name, which was really mysterious.
"They contacted by phone?"
"It's not easy to judge." Mr. Finley said, "The mysterious seller asked my friend to call the above phone number, but no one answered every time he called. But after a day or two, he will show up and visit him on his own initiative. ."
Felix smiled, "Mr. Finley, thank you for your trust in me. I can assure you that the trouble will not involve you."
"That's the best." Mr. Finrieri breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought for a long time last night and still felt that he should let the professor at Hogwarts know about it.
After returning to school, Felix played with this business card, "Interesting, who is behind you?"
The next morning.Harry woke up from the bed with a yawn, first took a look at the alarm clock at eleven o'clock in the morning. He was startled, jumped up from the bed, fumbled and put on his glasses, "Ron, don't sleep! We 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, showing one arm, snoring loudly.Harry lifted Ron's quilt and looked at him in surprise. Ron was wearing a tattered robe, dusty, and his face was blue and purple, as if he was hung up and beaten by a willow. Half an hour.Even when they were in the self-study group and practicing the imprisonment spell, Ron didn't look so miserable.Thieves in the dormitory?Someone broke in and beat Ron violently?Harry desperately shook Ron awake, and asked very seriously, "Did you see who it was?""What?" Ron opened his wistful eyes and said vaguely."Who beat you!" Harry shouted."Who else can it be, Malfoy..." Ron closed his eyes and said, Harry was furious, and immediately rushed into the Slytherin lounge to find Malfoy to settle the account, but Ron added, "He is more than I'm still miserable, I locked his neck and told him to kneel and beg for mercy..."In his sleep, Ron smiled happily with a big grin, he mumbled a few words that no one could understand, and went on to fall asleep.Harry froze for a moment, not sure what was going on, walked out of the dormitory confusedly, found Hermione in the lounge, and told her about it."He didn't dream of a fight with Malfoy, and ended up hurting himself?" Hermione said coldly."Hermione, it's impossible," Harry said. "His robe is torn...""That's when he went out at night to fight with someone. But I wonder if he has the courage!" Hermione stood up, "I'll ask the fat lady, she must know if anyone has been out at night."She kicked off, leaving Harry sitting in the chair, feeling a little irritable. Could it be Ron that went out in the middle of the night, what did he go out for?He looked at the table. There was a stack of parchment on Hermione's place. He was a little strange. Didn't she finish her homework? He took it over and saw that it turned out to be the collected experience of the people who passed the selection. It was more comprehensive than what he and Ron had heard, obviously a lot of thought was spent.After a while, Hermione came back and said with a look of surprise: "He really went out last night. The fat lady was very impressed with him and said that he would be included in the opera.""But where did Ron go?" Harry thought: "He was with me yesterday afternoon. He fell asleep early when he came back, and didn't have time to meet Malfoy alone. How could it be possible to have an appointment...""Maybe they went to the same place." Hermione analyzed.Harry nodded, 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 nonchalantly. Ron had gotten up and changed his clothes.Seeing Harry coming in, Ron said excitedly: "Harry, you can't believe it, really! I repelled the seventeenth group of big spiders, and when I got to the back, I felt that I was not scared at all, those hairy ones. My legs, smelly, green liquid splattering all over... I did it, Harry! And the magic on the card you mentioned to me is so cool!"Harry looked at him weirdly, "When did this happen, I remember, when we came back yesterday, you said there was no hope. And I didn't mention the magic on the card...""Uh," Ron got stuck, and he blinked. "Didn't you say?""I didn't say it. Oh, yes." Harry pulled out a stack of parchment. "Here are some materials I found. We can study it together.""That's great!" Ron took it happily, looking at the familiar handwriting on it, becoming uneasy, "Oh...yes, that's great...""Do you have anything to say?" Harry asked.Ron hesitated for a moment, staring at the pile of parchment, and slowly pulled out a golden card from his pocket.the other sideThe Finleys prepared a table of exquisite dishes. They temporarily moved away from work and stayed at home.During lunch, someone rang the doorbell, and Mr. Finley went out and returned after a while. When they were parting, Mrs. Finley took out two large parcels that had been prepared."Mom" Justin rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "There are so many things that I can't take them away.""I'll do it," Felix said, beckoning to the package, putting them in the ring on his left hand. It was amazed by the Finleys and his wife."Is this magic? It's incredible... I wonder if we can buy it?"Felix shook his head, "Such items will be strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic, which is good for wizards, but if they appear in the hands of Muggles, that is, non-magical people, they will be investigated by professionals.""It's not like that antique vase made by a fairy. It can be left at home and you can admire it alone. The chance of being discovered is very small. As long as you use it, there is a risk of leakage."Mrs. Finley said regretfully: "We also have some magic items in our house. They are gadgets bought in Diagon Alley. We are all hidden in a room and never let outsiders enter.""Yes, mom collected a whole set of Lockhart's books." Justin said.Mrs. Finley glared at him.Before leaving, Mr. Finnery handed Felix a business card. Felix took it and felt the faint trace of magic on it. He curiously asked: "This is?""From my friend ~www.novelhall.com~ he is a collector and keeps in touch with many people who have access. This business card comes from a mysterious seller who has provided a lot of antiquities in recent years." Mr. Lieri said cautiously: "Including that vase..."Felix knew it. There was only a phone number written on the card, not even his name, which was really mysterious."They contacted by phone?""It's not easy to judge." Mr. Finley said, "The mysterious seller asked my friend to call the above phone number, but no one answered every time he called. But after a day or two, he will show up and visit him on his own initiative. ."Felix smiled, "Mr. Finley, thank you for your trust in me. I can assure you that the trouble will not involve you.""That's the best." Mr. Finrieri breathed a sigh of relief.He thought for a long time last night and still felt that he should let the professor at Hogwarts know about it.After returning to school, Felix played with this business card, "Interesting, who is behind you?"
