i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 126 A Gathering of Heroes

Nicoléme asked, "Rig, if you have anything else you can show, show it."

In fact, he had no expectations for the next item, and he still wanted to go back to the living room to drink tea.

The little wizard only has so much time.

After a year of study, Rig was able to master the powerful spell of blazing flames, which already showed his perseverance and talent. Nicolas Flamel was still very satisfied with the performance of this spell.

Even if Lige's other spells were of average quality, or he could even just use them at a moderate level, he could still say that Lige was the most talented little wizard he had seen in recent years.

Nicoléme guessed that Rigg even had some ability to perceive magic, which could be said to be far beyond ordinary people.

What he needs is genius, and it must be a genius that is rare to see in a century.

Nicoléme, who has met at least hundreds of little wizards, has a good understanding of the current level of magic among little wizards.

It can be said that one generation is inferior to the other. Nicolas Flamel, who occasionally helped teach at Beauxbatons, often said that you are the worst class I have ever taught.

Rigg heard some clues in Nicoléme's voice, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

Nigel and Dean on the side could not suppress their excitement.

There is still a chance to show off at this time, which shows that Nicoléme is quite satisfied with Rieger. Even if he does not succeed in becoming a disciple today, he will probably give some advice on Rieger's inventions and creations.

The worst-case scenario is that Wenrenju has another hot product.

Nigel had to take deep breaths repeatedly to stop himself from looking like an idiot who was constantly having fun.

The way Dean expresses his happiness may be a little different from normal people.

He smiled sheepishly and walked out.

A bald man smiled shyly, which scared Rigg and touched his suddenly erected hairs, feeling a chill.

When Dean walked out of the room, his steps suddenly became brisk, and he ran towards the toilet closest to him in the old house.

Rigg pondered for a moment. He had already demonstrated his mastery of the most proficient and most powerful magic spell. What should he demonstrate next?

After much hesitation, Rigg was not sure what the second best spell he had mastered was.

He knows so much, he might as well do it all over again.

Rig made up his mind, rolled up his sleeves and got on.

Falling apart, flocking of birds, etc. were just simple spells that Rigg knew. They lasted only a few seconds before being canceled by Rigg himself. This was to show the number of spells he knew.

The Fire Curse, the Illusion Curse... Rigg's figure disappeared and appeared. In order to show the effect of the Fire Curse, he also picked up a rag and threw it to Nigel.

Nigel caught it without hesitation with trust in his son. The little monkey in the circus was nothing more than a catcher.

As soon as he got the rag, Nigel screamed, shook his hands, and threw the cloth to the ground.

Nicolas Flamel could not sit still, he laughed so much that his beard blew out.

Sitting down would block your view, so Nicoléme simply stood up to watch Rigg's performance.

The rag that Nigel threw to the ground was finally picked up by Rigg and turned into a white dove that fluttered away.

Although it didn't fly very far before it returned to its rag form and crashed to the ground, it was still moving.

Nicoléme opened his mouth in surprise. Transfiguration was also a very important part of the alchemy course. Rigg's mastery of transfiguration was so profound that it far exceeded his expectations.

If you look carefully, you will feel that the pigeon looks a bit like a snow owl, with a round head, snow-white feathers, and a few spots on its wings.

Rigg's nature changed casually, and Harry's Hedwig was the bird he was most familiar with.

It was also a level 4 fluorescent flash. Under the guidance of Rigg's magic, it condensed into a very thin line of light and swept towards the dummy. Then it turned into a huge ball and stuck to the ceiling of the room, shooting out in all directions.

Sent out photosensitive waves.

Nicoléme, who lives in a romantic country, is a little regretful that his wife left early and went to Hogwarts first. Otherwise, it would have been a beautiful thing for them to sing Cha Cha with the light and shadow.

Nicoléme happened to have a radio in his pocket, which he could tune to his favorite channel at any time.

Afterwards, a breeze passed through the entire room, and the dust on the box behind disappeared without a trace.

Rigg only hated that Dean and Nigel had cleaned the room too cleanly at the beginning and did not show his high level of cleanliness.

Finally, Rigg lowered his arms and slowly exhaled.

"Is it over?" Nicoléme asked with some regret, he hadn't seen enough yet.

But for a first-year little wizard, Nicoléme clapped his hands vigorously and praised Rigg's spell skills loudly. His eyes were full of appreciation.

Rigg shook his head and said nothing. He silently walked to Nigel's side and handed him his wand.

Just as Nigel was about to take the wand, he raised his arm and immediately put it back down, and asked cautiously: "Is there no fire spell on the wand?"

Rigg, who was brewing again and summoning the last part of his magic power, was almost defeated by his father's whim. He cleared his throat and said seriously: "It really didn't happen this time."

Nigel carefully observed the wand and took Rigg's wand with his wizard's robe as a cushion.

Rigg rolled his eyes, and Nicoléme smiled even more happily. At this moment, he didn't look like a master of alchemy, he was just a kind and ordinary old man.

After handing over his wand, Rigg returned to the center of the field. There were three or four dummies moving around, chopping the air from time to time.

"What else?" Nicoléme happily pulled his folding ottoman to the edge of the dummy square, sat down comfortably, and prepared to watch the next performance.

The last curse was something Rigg had thought of long ago.

His spell learning this year starts with this curse and of course ends with this curse.

After taking a deep breath, Rigg opened his eyes and raised his arms forward, as if a hurricane was brewing in his upward palms.

This is the last of my magic power, Rigg thought, success or failure depends on it!

The familiar magic power was turning again, and Nicoléme, who was sitting comfortably, nodded. It seemed that Rigg was not just a blind cat who met a dead mouse, but he really had some ideas of his own about the use of magic power.

This was good, Nicoléme rubbed his wizard robe with some excitement, but it was not enough.

Being watched by the elders on both sides, Rigg smiled and said: "This is the last magic spell I want to show."

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

The levitation spell was the first spell Rigg learned in the system. This spell helped him prove himself and also saved Neville, Harry and other friends...

With the skillful shaking of his wrist, the last burst of magic power spurted out.

The remaining dummies in the room trembled and swayed, with fewer and fewer parts in contact with the ground.

Rigg gritted his teeth, the veins on his neck burst out, and the last bit of magic burst out.

Not only Rigg, but also my last ripple power!!!

Screaming, the invincible Vera has fallen. I will take a day off tomorrow. See you at 12 noon on the 17th. Readers, please don’t abandon me!! No, no————

I went to have a double eyelid surgery today, and my eyes were swollen when I came back. I barely managed to finish writing this chapter. My eyes hurt so much that I couldn't even open them. I fell down first 5555555

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