Chapter 363: Antiques and Invitations
As ti passed, Ernie Macmillan and Justin returned together, undoubtedly both having failed.
The two remained silent for a mont. Ernie asked him, "Do you want to try again?" Justin shook his head and found a spot to sit down casually, saying, "Let
take a mont." He sounded sowhat incredulous, "How did Potter manage to do it?"
They both turned their heads, catching a glimpse of Harry disappearing again. A sense of admiration welled up within them. When he failed for the second, third ti, Slytherins jeered, even the Gryffindor students felt a bit embarrassed. But when he failed the ninth, tenth ti, no one mocked him anymore.
Harry's two friends, Hermione and Ron, also attempted once, sitting askew to the side.
Justin hesitated, "Ernie, there's sothing I want to ask you about."
"What's that?" Ernie replied casually.
"It's not about the selection, it's about sothing at my ho... during the sumr, soone gave my parents an antique vase. I feel sothing's odd about it..."
Ernie mumbled, "Could it be enchanted?"
"Is that a possibility?" Justin asked nervously.
"How should I know? I've never even seen one." Ernie rolled his eyes, "But I do know who you can ask for help."
"Who?"
"Of course, it's Professor Harp. He's the best at studying these magical items."
"Right," Justin imdiately agreed, "Ernie, you're right. I'll have my parents send the thing over"
"The thing is just sitting at your house?" Ernie's eyes widened, making him look like a bull.
"Uh, yeah." Justin said embarrassedly, seeing Ernie's eyes widening again, he quickly added, "But the antique is in a cabinet, and no one usually touches it."
Ernie pondered for a mont, "In that case, I suggest you not send a letter ho. Co on, let's go find Professor Harp."
"Now?" Justin asked, surprised.
"Of course! What are you thinking? What if there's a curse on it?" Ernie couldn't help but shout, his face turning red with excitent.
With Ernie's words, Justin couldn't sit still anymore. "Let's go find Professor Harp right away!"
As Justin and Ernie Macmillan hurriedly separated from the crowd and passed a small group of Slytherin students, they accidentally stepped on Pansy Parkinson's foot. She was conversing with a sulking Draco Malfoy.
"Ouch!" Pansy exclaid in pain.
"Ah! Sorry" Justin apologized apologetically, Pansy glared at him, about to make a sarcastic remark, but Justin was pulled away by Ernie, "Hurry, the professors left a while ago."
Pansy raised her arm and scread, "Draco, look at them the Macmillan family has fallen, just like those Muggles with no manners. I should advise my dad to write to his family and keep them away from those stinky"
"Sister, do you think she looks like a fox with manic tendencies?" a delicately featured girl asked.
"Don't talk nonsense, Astoria." Daphne held her younger sister's hand tightly, pinching it firmly, yet a hint of a smile played around her lips. She nodded toward Pansy, gesturing for Astoria not to let her hear.
Pansy truly didn't hear it. She was relaying her grandfather's words, "Hufflepuffs are all a bunch of geese, foolish and clueless. That's why most of them don't do well." Draco grew impatient listening, he turned his head to look in Astoria's direction.
Astoria jumped in surprise and nervously leaned in to whisper to Daphne, "Hemighthaveheardus." She stared at Draco Malfoy for a while, realizing he didn't seem to grasp the aning of "fox face
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