i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 19 Rig, hungry, help

Potions class has just ended, at five minutes to three in the afternoon.

The trio of Rigg, Harry and Ron left the castle and walked across the fields towards Hagrid's hut.

At breakfast time today, Harry suddenly received an invitation for afternoon tea from Hagrid.

The time was set at half past three, in a small cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, that was Hagrid's home.

Hagrid has been paying attention to the child he brought to the wizarding world, and really wants to know how Harry is doing in his first week.

Harry readily agreed to go.

Before Rigg rescued this Potions lesson, Harry was already prepared that this Potions lesson would be the worst he had ever experienced.

After a bad day, we had afternoon tea together and ate the rock biscuits that Hagrid said he made very delicious when we first met.

This was the best thing Harry could think of to soothe him from a tiring day.

Harry was full of expectations.

Rigg, who was having dinner together, saw the note that Hedwig brought.

Relying on the vague memory, I think I can see the dragon in Hagrid's place.

So, he took the initiative to apply to meet Hagrid with Harry.

Take me with you when you see a dragon!!!

Thinking of seeing the dragon with his own eyes, Li Ge quickened his pace excitedly.

The wand in his hand seemed to tremble with his mood.

Ron didn't care where he was going, he just wanted to move with his friends.

Now I can ask Rigg how to answer Snape's question, so that I can go back to the Gryffindor common room and have sex later. That would be perfect.

I thought that after returning to the lounge for a while, a group of young wizards gathered around me, listening to me telling stories about the Potions class.

Ron laughed happily and didn't even notice that he had stopped.

Intoxicated fantasy of becoming the center of attention in the crowd at night.

Ron had just broken free from his fantasy, and when he looked up, he saw that Rigg had walked far away.

He shouted anxiously, "Rige, wait for me!"

Rigg also just calmed down.

Isn't it just a dragon?

Look at your unseen look!

Hearing Ron's shouting, he turned around and found that both Harry and Ron were far behind.

"Hurry up, don't keep Hagrid waiting." Rigg turned around and urged Harry and Ron.

That's a dragon!

Harry was originally following Rigg, but the closer he got to Hagrid's hut, the slower he walked.

Rigg looked in confusion as Harry hurried two steps and started walking slowly again.

"Harry, what's wrong with you? It won't be long before the time you and Hagrid agreed on."

As Harry walked, he rummaged through his backpack for the seventh time, sweating profusely.

"I know, I know." Harry pushed the glasses frame that had slipped due to sweat with one hand.

There wasn't much time left for Harry.

Rigg recalled Harry's appearance along the way and suddenly realized.

"Harry, did you lose something?"

As Harry continued to rummage through his bag, he said absently: "I lost the nib of my pen."

"Damn, I guess it's really lost."

Harry closed the last pocket angrily.

That was a gift from Hagrid to him.

During the first week of school, he was really grateful to Hagrid for giving him a replacement quill and Hedwig.

Needless to say, Hedwig has not sent him a few letters.

But this is his problem. If he had a family, it wouldn't be like this.

Harry thought with some envy.

Even if Aunt Petunia was willing to write him a letter.

And the replaceable quill really helped him a lot.

He never thought that he would have to write such a long paper as homework when he went to magic school.

Without a replacement quill, Harry couldn't help but shudder.

Does he have to carry two boxes of quills and ink every semester?

Rige trembled when he heard the key word pen tip.

I dreamed back to those days when I worked overtime in my old house.

"Oh, that replaceable quill, right?" Ron pretended to be carefree and waved his hand.

"I just said that is useless, expensive and impractical."

Ron was telling lies, he was actually jealous to death.

Among the new students in Gryffindor this year, he and Neville were the only ones who didn't buy replaceable quills.

He did it because Mrs. Weasley was unwilling to spend more money on such consumables.

If the quill becomes bald, just cut it and it will look like new.

Totally usable.

Mrs. Weasley said this to every child in the house.

But she bought ten replaceable quills and matching nibs for Arthur Weasley, also known as Mr. Weasley, who worked at the Ministry of Magic!

For Neville, his grandmother wanted to temper his will.

Although Neville didn't understand how this could temper his will, he was a filial child, so he didn't have any objections.

"But that was Hagrid's gift to me," Harry said sadly.

Hedwig was not in the Owl Room today, so Harry was able to take it and show it to Hagrid. Thanks to Hagrid for the gift of this quill.

But now he has lost it!

Harry rubbed his hair in annoyance, his black hair showing its claws and looking even more messy.

Harry was collapsing. When he looked up, he saw Rigg who seemed to be holding back his laughter.

Harry:?

"Well, cough cough." Rigg barely held back his smile.

He really didn't expect that this was the question that had bothered Harry for a long time.

"Are you okay?" Harry was a little angry.

He really wanted to thank Hagrid for the gift, but Rigg was still laughing at him when he was so anxious.

Even if Rigg had just saved his life...

Thinking of Potions class, Harry's anger gradually disappeared.

There is only regret now.

I'm so stupid, really.

If I regretted not looking at the pen tip all the time, I should have made sure to put it away before going back to the room.

He didn't even know where or when he lost it.

By the time I reacted, it was gone.

It's all his fault that I can't find the gift now.

Hagrid will definitely be angry with him.

Harry hugged his backpack and muttered lonely words, and said to Rigg and Ron: "I won't go to see Hagrid. You go ahead."

Ron was stunned, "No, if you don't go, buddy, why should we go?"

Rigg thought silently about his dragon.

Seeing Harry squatting down and pretending to be a mushroom, Rigg patted Harry.

"Don't worry yet."

Rigg showed a mysterious smile and motioned for Harry to give him the bag.

Harry handed the backpack to Rigg in confusion and trust.

Could Rigg be able to save him again?

Harry's heart ignited hope again, and he looked at Rigg expectantly.

Rigg poured out parchment paper, today's textbook, chocolate frogs, and large chicken drumsticks wrapped in paper but still cool...

Ron yelled: "I knew you ate the last chicken leg!"

Rigg searched intently, and heard Harry's unconvinced retort, "I didn't eat it!"

Finally, from the bottom of the backpack, Rigg found the replaceable quill that Harry had brought with him today.

Rigg returned the backpack to Harry and picked up the messy quill.

Looking at Rigg's confident smile, Harry and Ron held their breaths.

Rigg picked up his wand and pointed it at the quill.

"Nib recovered!"

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