i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 120 Platform 9 and 34 on the return journey

Everything has been packed and summer vacation notices have been sent to every student.

Compared with the short notices in previous years, this year's notice was particularly long. A whole roll of parchment was rolled tightly and finally tied with a golden ribbon.

According to the practice of Hogwarts School, the headmaster of the house that wins the first place in the House Cup is responsible for the announcement of the school year each year.

This is a hard job.

The students are thinking about taking a vacation, and the professors have long wanted to go out for a walk.

Stay in the empty castle and watch the students running around excitedly, discussing what big meal they will have for home today?

When Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall walked out of the castle happily together in previous years, they could both understand why Snape's temper was getting worse and worse.

Snape had nothing to say to this group of little wizards who were stupider than trolls, but Professor McGonagall was different. Every year, she received reports that the little wizards were unable to come on time due to various strange things.

School leave note.

Just thinking about the little wizard who got his head stuck in the toilet two years ago and had to wait for the Ministry of Magic to rescue him, Professor McGonagall felt that her temples were beating.

Professor McGonagall used a long speech to warn them not to use magic during the holidays. It also mentioned that transcripts would be mailed to their homes by public owls during the summer.

"Transcripts cannot be folded, damaged, or stained"

The missing owl case that the eaglets were most curious about before has now come to a conclusion. Professor McGonagall sent the owls to carry these specially customized letters.

From the beginning of this semester, no little wizard can escape the sad fate of being bombarded with transcripts during the summer vacation.

In the entire notice, Ron only saw this sentence.

Professor McGonagall's handwriting, which was getting harder and harder as she wrote, became softer in this line, which made her feel good at first glance.

Ron was shocked. His dream of flushing his transcripts down the toilet was shattered.

Mrs. Weasley's angry roar seemed to echo in her ears.

Even with Professor Dumbledore's praise, he had no chance of getting Mrs. Weasley to ignore his poor report card.

After yesterday's dinner, the foursome walking back realized that they had missed a rare opportunity to find out the results in advance.

The kind-hearted Professor Sprout and the fun-loving Professor Flitwick didn't mind letting these little wizards know their results in advance.

The grade books of the four houses are full. As long as you can answer Professor Sprout's question or show Professor Flitwick your favorite spell, you can take a quick glance at the grade book.

Neville used his excellent grades in the herbal medicine class to gain the grades of himself and his fellow sufferer Ron.

Of course, Ron would rather his good brother Neville didn't think of him this time, so that he could still spend half a pleasant summer vacation.

Harry sighed regretfully, his grades didn't matter to him, even Harry thought he would do well in the exam.

It's just that he originally planned to take care of Dudley, but now there's no chance.

Rigg and Hermione even looked forward to the moment when the owl flew in with the report card. This is the confidence of a top student!

After the foursome arrived at the lounge, they saw countless little wizards gathered around here, cherishing the last moment to chat with their friends.

The circular space was crowded with little wizards, and every armchair was occupied.

Maybe even more than one person.

The entire Gryffindor lounge was as noisy as a market, and Rigg thought of the newly opened Literary Residence.

"I've been hoping they'd forget to send this to us so they'd have a reason to use magic."

Fred Weasley regretfully said that he and George gave Harry a bunch of canary biscuits and bite hats, which was almost their entire inventory.

Rigg and Ron swore to Harry that they would visit him during the summer vacation.

"If I don't go, my wand will be broken!" Ron swore, slapping his chest, and Harry was so moved that he almost shed tears.

For a young wizard who is underage and cannot cast spells without a wand, the wand is like half of his own body. Ron's oath is the highest level he can think of.

Hermione said a little apologetically that her parents wanted to take her to a famous Muggle university during the summer vacation. Hermione had been looking forward to this academic trip for a long time.

That night, Rigg and the others finished packing their things and returned to the medical room to rest, but no one really slept.

All night long they were excitedly discussing the summer vacation and the magical life in the second year. Their chatter made Madam Pomfrey, who was checking outside the door, smile knowingly.

She and Stephanie also had times when they were so excited that they couldn't sleep. Night chats in the dormitory were a must-have happy experience and memory for every little wizard after coming to Hogwarts.

Thinking that the wizard that everyone liked at that time was now a grocer with a thick beer belly and greasy long hair, Madam Pomfrey shook her head, turned around and returned to the office to rest.

As the moonlight weakened, the sound of discussion disappeared unconsciously. Rigg was the first person to fall asleep, and then Hermione, who had been waiting quietly for a while, also fell asleep.

In the dream, they all seemed to be able to hear Ron's sad complaints, and the huge dry beef sandwich kept chasing Rigg in the dream.

As if it had just touched the pillow, Madam Pomfrey's scream echoed throughout the infirmary. Rigg got up painfully, and when he looked in the mirror, his eyes were black.

But it still doesn't detract from his handsomeness.

Rigg spit out the last mouthful of toothpaste and pulled his blond hair casually to make room for Harry and Ron, who had gotten up late.

They ran all the way to catch up with Hagrid's assembled team. Standing at the end of the team, Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Rigg hesitated for a long time, and finally reminded Ron that his trousers were not zipped up.

Ron, who screamed loudly, turned redder than Hermione who heard this, and his face turned purple.

Hagrid, who had been peeping around, heard Ron's scream and finally found the foursome.

He ordered the people one last time and led them onto the fleet crossing the lake.

Rigg once looked at the calm black lake and wondered if it was his imagination. He always felt that a giant squid had been following their boat.

Hagrid, who was on the first boat, noticed something strange on the lake surface. He threw something into the water, and the lake surface bubbled and foamed like a boiling pot.

The water surface only surged for a while. When the lake surface calmed down again, Rigg no longer saw the giant squid.

The giant squid, which was roasted by Li Ge and fed a mouthful of disgusting food by Hagrid, swore that next time he met that blond boy, he would make him look good!

Now, they have boarded the Hogwarts Express, chatting and laughing all the way, watching the countryside outside the window becoming more and more green and tidy.

The train passed through Muggle towns, and they ate Bibi's flavored beans and pumpkin pie. This time, Rigg remembered to leave some snacks for Miraculous that she could eat.

Miraculous just smelled the green ball, rolled on the table in the carriage, and asked Li Ge to touch her soft belly.

Hermione and the others also found time to take off their wizard robes and put on jackets and short tops.

Rigg hadn't changed, Nigel had already told him that they wouldn't stay at the platform for long, and they just had to leave as soon as possible.

Finally, the train stopped at Platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross Station.

Ball subscription ball recommended ticket and monthly ticket!!

Go straight to the sheepfold today and go home!

But I didn’t bring my usual Canaan with me. I thought I had one at home, but my typing was very slow.

(End of chapter)