i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 139 I, Lige, have never been weaker than anyone else in my life

"He thinks he is going to die, is he really going to die?"

Rigg couldn't help but repeat, this world doesn't seem to be a purely idealistic world.

Many magic spells can be blocked by walls. Firenze is going to die just thinking about it.

Do I feel like I'm going to be s*x... Bah, bah, bah, child's words are unbridled, child's words are unbridled, I will definitely become rich!

Rige clasped his hands and recited silently several times that he wanted to live and get rich, and then he felt at ease.

Dumbledore looked at the cute actions of the first-year wizard Rigg with a smile, and Nicolas Flamel also squinted and nodded, feeling that he had become a little younger now that he had accepted this apprentice.

He smiled kindly and explained to Rigg, "I don't know the specific situation very well. I need to actually see the centaur to give you the answer, but I am sure of one thing..."

Dumbledore and Rigg sat upright and listened to Nicolas Flamel slowly finish, "This centaur saw something he shouldn't have seen and became an 'alien' in this world, so he was...

The world rejects.”

Rigg's breathing paused for a second, and his mind went blank. A big fluffy tail was suddenly thrust into his hand. Rigg's stagnant thinking started to work again, and he slowly exhaled.

Nicoléme noticed Rigg's nervousness. He directed the teapot to refill Rigg's tea. When Rigg obediently took the tea cup, he explained soothingly: "Don't worry, death is another kind of thing."

journey."

Nicoléme thought it was because Rigg was young and had never seen death before, so he was afraid.

"Just like many prophets or prophets will be short-lived because the world cannot tolerate them. The same goes for the centaur. He probably saw the possible fate," Nicoléme sighed and said, "His worries

Instead, it guided his destiny to the ending he least wanted to see, which was death."

It was difficult for Rigg to control his random thoughts. Nicoléme's words were too pointed. Could it be that Firenze was also a time traveler?

When Rigg thought of himself, he could hardly control his trembling. If other time travelers would be dealt with by the world consciousness, what about him?

If you think about it, you will die. Unless Rigg can control his thinking, he will feel like he is going to die even if he eats a candy.

It's hard not to imagine death.

Rigg's hand was placed on his knee, and the invisible tail that seemed to have self-awareness was pulled out from his hand, gradually surrounding him with warmth, fixing Rigg's body, Dumbledore and Nico

Only then did Flamel fail to notice Rigg, who was so frightened that his face turned a little pale.

Dumbledore focused on his discussion with Nicolas Flamel, "I know there is a group of centaurs in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. Maybe I can ask the gamekeeper Hagrid to ask them."

"A centaur who is about to die inexplicably, I believe is still rare among the centaur tribe." His old eyes were as sharp as golden eagles at this time. As the principal of Hogwarts, he must first ensure that the students

their safety.

If that didn't work, Dumbledore's blue eyes darkened that day...

Dumbledore was silent for a while and then asked, "So the Phoenix is ​​attracted by the fluctuations of time and space?"

This is an answer Dumbledore can understand.

Almost every phoenix is ​​very sensitive to time and space. Some people say that phoenix eyes can see the future, so they can see the courage in people's hearts.

Nicoléme nodded, "I guess so, maybe it has something to do with the smell of death on the centaur's tail hair?"

He frowned. Nicolas Flamel had not considered this question carefully, and he was about to get stuck in an endless loop again.

Dumbledore knew something was wrong when he saw his old friend start to feel dazed again.

Every time Nicoléme was obsessed with something, he would not give up until he thought about it and understood it. His eyes swept over Rigg who seemed to be sitting quietly next to him.

This little wizard was a new talent that he was very optimistic about. He was able to find Nicolas Flamel to study under him, which made Dumbledore's evaluation of Rigg even higher.

He didn't want this good seedling to be released for another week by the troubled Nicoléme.

Dumbledore quickly made hot tea for Nicoléme, and Nicoléme, who was deep in thought, took it mechanically again, but as soon as the tea entered his mouth, he spurted it out with a "pop" sound.

"Dumbledore——"

The tea in Bailou is always at the most suitable entrance temperature, and Nicolas Flamel didn't even have to think about it to know that it was the old guy who was up to something again.

Dumbledore twirled his fingers, which were still a little warm, and was happy to see that his old friend Nicolas Flamel had regained his energy.

While Nicolas Flamel could still think clearly, Dumbledore quickly asked: "When did you start teaching Rigg alchemy?"

"Oh, this..." Nicolas Flamel, who was just about to recall what he was thinking about just now, was interrupted by Dumbledore. He looked at Rigg, thought for a while and said, "The day after tomorrow.

Rige can go read the books I gave him first, and I have to prepare some materials to learn a little bit about alchemy."

Nicoléme thought with some sadness that the materials he prepared for the cheating little wizard two hundred years ago didn't know if they could still be used now.

Because of his guilty conscience, Nicoléme roared and drove Dumbledore out of the White Building. Even Rigg was kicked out by the selfless teacher Nicol.

Nicolas Flamel also had his own explanation for this, "You must first learn to learn by yourself, which is very important in alchemy courses."

In front of the locked door of the White Building with a bang, Rigg and Principal Dumbledore looked at each other in disbelief. In the end, the two of them had no choice but to leave first to avoid provoking the bad-tempered alchemist master.

Nicolas Flamel closed the door with a guilty conscience and looked outside nervously. He was relieved to find that Dumbledore had really left with Rigg.

Living for 600 years, he has lost a certain sensitivity to time.

The anxious Nicoléme went straight to the second floor of the white building. As soon as he opened the room where the training materials he prepared for his apprentices 200 years ago were stored, Nicoléme couldn't help but cover his eyes.

Oh my god, why are the blood jade he specially bought for alchemy apprentices to practice with grass growing on them?

Nicoléme stared at the small flowers blooming on the blood jade.

This was probably another material he had prepared, but at this moment, Nicoléme didn't know what kind of magical plant it was.

After saying goodbye to Principal Dumbledore, Rigg returned to his dormitory.

He took off his shoes, rushed to bed, and closed his eyes.

As his consciousness sank, "I, Lige, will never be weaker than anyone else in my life..."

"Zero, save me————"

His shouts pierced the white space of consciousness, and Ling almost fell off his chair.

This chapter makes me feel sick to my stomach as I write it, I want to spoil it but I'm afraid of writing too much.

In fact, this is part of the reason why Rigg looks like a child, but it has not been officially explained yet

Ball recommendation tickets and monthly tickets————

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