i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 133 Pink Paw Pads

"Headmaster Dumbledore, I can!"

Rigg's eyes lit up immediately.

After a semester of study and adventure, Rigg just wanted to relax before facing Teacher Nico's alchemy course, which was said to have high standards and strict requirements.

Idle time is idle, and there is nothing more satisfying than causing pain to your friends.

Rigg was gearing up and wanted to put Ron's report card at the end no matter what.

Rigg couldn't even think about what kind of evaluation Ron would receive when Snape finished writing a grade's comments, and he almost laughed happily.

With a smile, Dumbledore pulled out the report cards from the first to fifth grades and the comments that the professors had written. He sorted and tied these documents with Professor McGonagall's used ribbons and put them into a small suitcase.

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If a young wizard came instead, Dumbledore would have to worry about whether he could transport so many things back to the dormitory.

Rigg is different.

He tucked his blond hair, which had not been trimmed for a long time and had grown long, behind his ears. He raised the wand skillfully and waved his wrist. With Lige's levitation spell level, it was so easy to levitate such a small box.

After bidding farewell to Principal Dumbledore, Rigg returned to his dormitory with the approval note from the restricted book area and the small box full of transcripts.

Of course, there is also a small bag of phoenix feathers collected by Rigg.

As soon as these feathers were taken in, they naturally adsorbed and stacked together. They had obviously left Fox, but they were still warm and cozy.

It was only when Principal Dumbledore turned back behind his desk to look for transcripts that Rigg dared to quickly collect those feathers that had been neglected for a long time.

When casting the flying spell, Rigg kept staring at the back of the principal, and only dared to say "Phoenix feathers flying from the ground!" in an inaudible mosquito voice, so as not to attract attention from Principal Dumbledore's frown.

Adding fuel to the fire.

Fox's speed was still very fast. As soon as Rigg opened the door to the dormitory, he saw his unopened suitcase that he had just sent home lying quietly on the floor.

It is said that the Phoenix is ​​proficient in time and space magic and can flash anywhere. Rigg only regrets that he wasted a little time on the stairs of the castle, otherwise he might be able to verify the authenticity of this rumor.

After briefly tidying up the room, Rigg was pleased to see that Ron's stinky socks that had been scattered all over the dormitory were gone.

If he were a professor at Hogwarts, he would definitely increase the subsidies for the house elves who work hard in the castle to make up for the work-related injuries caused by Ron's smelly socks.

With longing for the big meal the next day, Rigg felt that he might be able to eat better if he went to the kitchen to order with the professor alone. He recalled the most delicious roast turkey he had eaten with Hagrid last time.

He fell into a sweet dream.

The next day, Rige woke up to a soft touch. It was wonderful to finally be able to return to the dormitory and live with his favorite master. He woke up very early.

Just waiting and waiting couldn't wait for the sleeping Rige to wake up. Miraculous could only find fun for herself. She climbed the rocks and walls in the dormitory, washed her paws with Rige's water cup...

Ge has long heard strange noises, but this is summer vacation!

He didn't sleep until midnight, and he felt that his health and energy bars had not recovered.

After waiting for a long time, until the sunlight in the dormitory illuminated the magical cat's eyes like a flowing golden river, Rige still didn't get up.

Wonderful, who had reached the limit of his endurance, jumped on Lige's bed and gave the lazy owner a cat punch.

The cat's paws with pink paw pads gently patted Rigg's face, like pushing and rubbing. Rigg closed his eyes and picked up the naughty kitten and kneaded it. Miraculously, it collapsed into a cat cake.

He covered his face with Miracle as a blindfold and buried it in the kitten's warm and soft plush texture for a while. Rige, who really couldn't sleep, opened his eyes and sat up.

Sure enough, there is a limit to the ability to return to the cage. Rigg waved his wand and glanced at the time and sighed. He thought it was already noon, but he didn't expect it was only ten in the morning.

Rigg stared blankly at the dust in the air for a while. He didn't need to go to class, and he didn't have to worry about Voldemort on Quirrell's head. He was incredibly happy.

Thinking about Ron who was still waiting for his surprise, Rigg lifted the quilt and added color to his brother's summer vacation life. He was duty-bound!

Rigg brought his suitcase to the auditorium and immediately saw Snape with a gloomy expression.

Surprisingly, Rigg had never seen Professor Snape's hair so fluffy and natural, as if it had been styled in a hair salon.

"Hello Professor Snape, I will send you the report card and the parchment used for writing comments in the first grade today, or will I send it to your office?"

Rigg briefly observed the stinky-faced professor at the door of the auditorium, who looked much stranger, and then walked forward to greet Snape.

Ron and Harry still had an average impression of Snape. As good students, Rigg and Hermione both liked this professor who had a profound knowledge of potions and could solve any fool's problem as a young wizard.

In order to ensure that he would not be taken away by a wave of companions, Rigg often gave instructions to others on brewing potions. He admired Snape greatly.

Even though the Potions classroom had remained intact for so many years, he felt that Snape's teaching ability could rank among the top three at Hogwarts.

You will never imagine what wonderful ideas the little wizard can come up with.

Hermione once marveled at a library assignment party that she didn't expect Hogwarts to invite a master who had won the Merlin Medal as a professor. This incident almost shocked Ron's eyes.

Snape, who had just returned from a party at Malfoy's house, smelled of alcohol and raised his head gloomily. He had never expected to see these stupid little wizards who looked like trolls during the summer vacation.

Oh, there is only one little wizard with a little brain.

Snape squinted his eyes and looked at the figures that kept moving in front of him.

"Just knock on the door and come in. I've been here lately." His voice was hoarse and hoarse. Snape, who was still trying to sober up, closed his eyes and no longer looked at the little blond wizard in front of him.

Rigg floated his box and left the auditorium quietly.

He just wanted to have some fun for his good brother Ron, and didn't want to become the target of Professor Snape's venom.

Rigg came to the kitchen with the box and was surprised to find another familiar figure in the kitchen eating haese over a plate of large chicken drumsticks.

"Teacher Nico, what's wrong with you?"

Rigg opened his mouth in surprise and looked at Nicoléme, who had transformed into a panda after not seeing him for just one night.

Will catch up!!!!!

Continue to breastfeed Ron tomorrow!

The operating officer, Gargamel, has gone to make ducks. Book friends, please help Gege make ducks for the first time. I don’t feel like attracting customers. Please open one for him. Book friends have a discount of 668 per night. Please take care of the new Gargamel. Join the group to contact him.

Gargamel.

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