i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 181 Harry is lost

Every time he passed by this crooked-necked tree, Rigg missed his good friend and Hermione.

This was definitely not because he had any inappropriate thoughts about Hermione. Rigg silently picked up another fan-shaped leaf and put it into the pocket of his nightgown.

Ever since he discovered that no one had entered the entire Hogwarts Castle, Rigg had completely let go of himself and given up the little entanglement of being a handsome boy.

Every day I wander around in a rumpled pajamas, shuttling between the library, the white building and the dormitory, at three o'clock and one line.

The leaves are the silent understanding between him and Hermione.

Every time a letter was sent to each other, Rigg would put a leaf in it.

In Hermione's study at Granger's house, the love story book with a rose cover had already been filled with a thick pile of slowly yellowing leaves.

The heart-shaped leaf that Rigg gave to Hermione at the beginning has turned a beautiful golden color and has become much crisper.

Hermione was often worried that the leaf would break, but all protective measures required handling the leaf. Hermione rubbed the leaf with her fingers for a long time, but in the end nothing was done.

So she no longer allowed her parents to enter her study, lest her unsuspecting mother would damage her leaves when she was packing her things.

He ran all the way across the auditorium, and the hem of Rigg's flying nightgown almost hit Professor Snape, who happened to be coming out for dinner.

The colorful nightlife and adventure experiences last semester were like a dream, and when I think about it again, it seems like a full ten years have passed.

When Rigg went to look at the calendar again, he had been looking forward to Harry and Ron returning to the Gryffindor boys' dormitory after school started, so that it would be lively and allow him to meet living people.

Thinking about it now, from talking on the phone for an hour every day with a double-sided mirror to an old woman who becomes impatient after not even talking a few words, Nicoléme feels sad about it.

The broken cup was repaired directly by Nicoléme, but the coffee inside was scattered all over the floor, which made Nicoléme heartbroken.

But thinking about the four or five alchemy tomes he had read, Rigg could understand why time passed so fast and so slowly.

"It's broken, where is Harry?"

Snape:?

As he ran, Rigg recalled how long it had been since he saw any news from Harry.

Jumping down from the window of the men's dormitory, the newly put on wizard's robe automatically unfolded, and the loose cloth helped Rigg reduce the pressure of using the floating spell. Rigg floated in the air and glided towards the white building.

Nicoléme dug out not a handful of earth, but prepared to make a small gadget for Perenelle as a gift.

Nicoléme scratched the edges with his hands and shouted loudly, "You just silently wrote today's magic text 56 times!"

This was a gift sent to Nicoléme by Perenel, who was still traveling. It had been so many days since I received it, and the weather was just perfect today, so Nicolème was willing to taste it for the first time.

The letters that Rigg received from his friends were all stored on the bedside table in his dormitory, next to Red Hair.

"Hey, hey, where are you going?" Seeing that Rieger, who had already arrived at the door of the white building, suddenly turned back and ran back, Nicoléme pushed his goggles that had slipped down in surprise, and he put the coffee cup on his back casually.

On the terrace.

The life of studying alchemy is boring and boring. Occasionally, when Rige raises his head and looks at the empty surroundings in the dormitory, he will feel as if he is in another world.

Ron's letters were even more ordinary, just him.

"Teacher Nico, Harry, the savior under Dumbledore's protection, is also my friend. It's been 2 weeks since I lost news about him..."

After sighing, he put away the leaves he picked out today, changed his clothes, put his wand away, and rushed towards the white building again.

In the end, it was all dedicated to the soil beside the Black Lake of Hogwarts.

If Harry had really tried his idea, Rigg thought, there would be no way Harry would have gone so long without sending him a letter.

His old and energetic voice floated behind Rige, but Rige couldn't care less now.

Only Harry, after the first reply, the letters sent to him by Rigg seemed to have disappeared into the sea, and there was no reply.

The clay mask that can keep a witch looking young for a month is very good.

Another breeze blew by, and Nicoléme's exclamations and the dull sound of something breaking were left far behind by Rigg.

Compared to running, after mastering the levitation spell, Li Ge felt that he was flying much faster.

Nicoléme was still thinking about what magic spell to use on the terrace, when Rigg folded his wings and landed next to him.

On a warm summer day, Rigg looked at the green crooked neck tree and thought of Hermione and his good friends whom he had not seen for a long time.

Nicoléme also knew that Rigg picked up the leaves to give to his friends. Sometimes the process of making alchemy products was dangerous, so Rigg would give the leaves to Nicoléme for safekeeping to prevent them from being destroyed.

Hongmao seemed to be very satisfied with this situation. He liked the smell of ink on the letters very much, which was something Rigg accidentally discovered during a test.

Rigg will be surprised to find that the summer vacation has actually only been a short month.

Perhaps because they had met before and were relatively reassured about the situation at the Dursleys, Rigg didn't even consider the possibility of Harry being abused again.

Let alone mentioning Harry, Rigg could only see a bunch of shared gossip, and the "legendary deeds" of Ron successfully sneaking out of the Burrow with the Geminis for one night.

On the top floor of the white building, holding a cup of coffee, he happily watched Nicoléme, who was staring at the tree in a daze, sighing with emotion about his youth and recalling his gentle and considerate wife 300 years ago.

When Rigg returned to the White Building, he saw Nicoléme's wrinkled face, looking very unhappy.

When Li Ge returned to his dormitory, he simply flipped through the reply letter and his heart sank.

In the last letter, Harry happily expressed that he was dominating the Dursleys and experienced Dudley's original happiness. Rigg also gave Harry many ideas to complete pranks without using magic spells.

Lige, who had already arrived at the gate of the white building, ran back like the wind. As he ran forward, Lige did not forget to hold his pocket tightly.

I re-read the recent letters with Hermione and Ron. Hermione also raised this question two days ago, but Rigg had just blown up the second floor of the white building that day and was not in the mood for love at the moment.

Since the last time they met, the four of them have made an agreement to communicate regularly. Rigg and Hermione basically write one letter every two days, and they also exchange with Ron two or three times.

It dawned on him.

He briefly explained the situation to Nicoléme, watched Nicoléme's eyelids tremble, frowned, and then directly put away the white building.

Rigg had made up his mind that he didn't know what was going on with Harry, but he was right to bring Nicoléme, the master of alchemy, there.

Stability comes first!

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