i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 145 The Rose in Hermione’s Hand

As soon as the window was opened, it made a squeaking sound. Rigg suspected that the connection was rusted.

After looking at it carefully, Rigg, who was already looking exhausted, almost laughed out loud. He said that when the window was opened, it was so smooth that it shouldn't be rusty.

There is nothing wrong with this window, except that there is a small square radio-like thing on the inside, more like a stereo.

As soon as the window position starts to move, the sound will be matched with the sound as if the parts are aging and rusting.

If Rigg hadn't known that this was the correct way to enter, he probably wouldn't have dared to pull a glass window that sounded shaky.

Yes, this is Nicoléme's bad taste.

Everyone thought that the entrance should be through the extremely obvious and expensive wooden door in the white building. There is also a thoughtfully equipped doorbell above the wooden door.

Little did they know that Nicoléme only wanted to see acquaintances. Anyone who knocked on the door or rang the doorbell would trigger the protection mechanism of the white building and be thrown to any place within ten kilometers.

There was a reason why Nicoléme was so angry that day.

Dumbledore, an old friend, certainly knew how to avoid disturbing the entrance to the White Building, but he still chose to knock on the door with Rigg.

"Oh, of course, Dumbledore is a poor man, but I am not."

The transparent water droplets that shone brightly under the light slipped from Nicoléme's face and hit the ground. Rigg pretended not to see this scene.

"Wake up...hey, wake up, kid!"

Arriving unseen, Nicoléme walked out of the room chattering. He opened his mouth and looked at Rieger as he walked toward the first door as if he had lost his soul.

After a while, Nicoléme shouted from the outside of the second floor, "Just come up here, I'm still in the room that day!"

"Bang!"

"puff----"

Now the tea in the entire Bailou has been adjusted to this kind of hot tea that has just been boiled. When you open the lid of the pot, you can still see the white smoke curling up.

As soon as his feet landed on the ground, Li Ge felt his ankles go weak and quickly grabbed the protruding object beside him.

In order to change the topic and ease the awkward atmosphere, Rigg brought up the previous level-clearing adventure.

The door is open.

Floating from the first floor to the second floor, Rigg sighed, opened his eyes, and canceled the floating spell on his body.

If the apprentice will definitely become more and more like his mentor, Rigg hopes that he can become such a handsome old man in the future, instead of being as vain as Nicoléme.

He put down the teacup with a smile and woke up completely.

He floated into the white building like a ghost. As soon as he landed, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the second floor.

Rigg listened to Nico Flamel's explanation, and a subtle sense of familiarity suddenly lingered in his heart. He frowned, "This setting... Teacher Nico, the Mirror of Erised at Hogwarts was yours."

Collect?"

His old voice sounded full of energy now, like a young man in his early 20s, with a hundred times more energy.

The door was slammed again by Nicoléme.

Rigg responded feebly, then half-closed his eyes and allowed the floating spell to take him up.

"Drink tea, drink tea!" He smiled awkwardly, raised his tea cup and blew on it.

The scariest thing is that he is no longer as handsome as before!

When he looked in the mirror, Li Ge felt that he was about to turn into a little plum playing with a water gun. This was not okay.

As his weight increased, the first black iron door with a sign saying "High Risk, Do Not Enter" appeared. In Rige's frightened eyes, he turned his hand.

"Ouch, what are you doing!"

Because once the protection mechanism of the White House is activated, the magic net originally used for hunting will be suspended. At least Nicolas Flamel lost more than a dozen seafood dinners because of Dumbledore's evil intentions.

Nicoléme raised his chin and quickly belittled his old friend while he was away. Feeling a little pleased, he took a sip of hot tea with satisfaction.

Rigg shook his head, and the world in front of him gradually became clearer from blur. The laughing Hermione disappeared and turned into Nicoléme's old face, wrinkled like orange peel.

Rigg took the teacup floated by the teacher and tilted it to his mouth...

If this room hadn't been cleaned automatically, Rigg suspected that the floor would no longer be visible.

Butterflies sprinkled with blue phosphorus powder were spinning around a charred tree. Something dark moved on the tree... Before Rigg could see clearly what it was, he didn't wait for a long time.

Nicholas Flamel came out of the last room.

"No need to explain, I know." Nicoléme shook his head, "That door can only be opened by people who are not curious about the things in the room. It was a coincidence."

"Hot, hot, hot!"

After two full days of burning the midnight oil, he had indeed finished reading the three books. Not to mention memorizing them by heart, he at least had a basic impression of alchemy.

Seeing Rigg shaking his head and being startled by the sight of him, Nicoléme was satisfied and pulled a chair from a distance to sit down and began to sip the hot tea from the cup.

After waking up, Rigg looked at the evil smile on the face of Nicoléme across from him, and quickly explained: "Teacher Nico, I didn't intend to enter that room. I didn't stand firm when I came up."

When Rige was brushing his teeth in the morning, he looked in the mirror and felt that he looked like the Pandaren teacher Nico he had met before. He was also listless, and the night he had spent had turned into dark circles.

Until now, Rigg seemed to be floating like a god. He saw Ling waving to him, Hermione arranging the rose bouquet in her hand, and both of them were smiling at him...

Nicoléme immediately pushed up the protective mask. After he was ready, he ran forward a few steps and caught the somewhat dazed Rieger who was about to enter the room.

"So it was your idea to put the Philosopher's Stone in the Mirror of Erised?"

I don't know why, but since being burned by Dumbledore last time, Nicolas Flamel always felt that the tea was not hot enough or strong enough.

To Rigg's surprise, he originally thought that there would be something spooky and terrifying hidden in this room, or an enemy weapon made by Nicoléme. In short, it was definitely not the lawn with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers that Rigg saw now.

There are butterflies flying above.

"Oh, it looks better."

When he walked to Bailou, Li Ge felt that his waist was a little sore, his legs were weak, and his waist was numb.

"Did you lose Rigg? Isn't it just a staircase? Let me tell you, alchemists must abide by the rules of time..."

It was not enough to pull Rigg, so Nicoléme simply closed his eyes and fumbled for the handle with his hand.

"That was Dumbledore's idea. He still has some brains." Nicolas Flamel reluctantly admitted, "I collected the Mirror of Erised just to study how to make it. I never considered its use."

"Teacher, what did you see in the mirror?" Rigg asked curiously.

Okay, okay, getting better.

In fact, I have been in a bad state these past few days. When I wrote this chapter, I felt that my hand feeling was back!

Ball recommendation tickets and monthly tickets————

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