i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 2 Replaceable Quills

"Oh?" Nigel stopped walking, "Can you tell me?" He is about to board the big ship of Malfoy, and it would be good to understand him a little better.

Rigg's thoughts were racing, "Well... when I was passing by the first floor, I heard Grandma Jennifer talking to herself, wondering whether to tell us. The Malfoy family meeting said that they would annex our Dai family if they have the chance. They

You don’t really want to cooperate with us!”

Nigel just smiled when he heard this, "Baby, you are still young, just leave these things to us, you don't have to worry about this."

Nigel, the leader of the family, is not a simple-minded person, and he has never underestimated the old fox Lucius Malfoy.

Looking at his father's attitude and recalling what his mother said when he was on the first floor, Rige's heart sank.

If the family is really willing to become a subsidiary of the Malfoy family in exchange for survival, then I'm afraid the prepared analysis of Slytherin's situation will be useless.

Seeing his unmoved father, Li Ge could only use his trump card, "Father, doesn't Literary Residence just need a quill that sells well?"

"Isn't it?" Nigel, who was originally immersed in a depressed mood, was amused by Rigg's childlike speech.

Little children know how difficult it is to develop a best-selling product. Thinking of the color-changing quill pens that I researched with my tribe, the special-shaped quill pens that can even curl up the feathers that do away with the hard work, are all unsaleable, and I can't help but sigh. The research and development is really

It's hard, it's not as easy as selling goods or researching magic.

"My mother is teaching me the basics of magic," Rigg said again with an innocent look, as if his ideas really came from life, "quill pens are so expensive, I can use 12 in a day! If

You can just replace the nib and you can continue to use it. I will definitely buy a lot of these quill pens!”

"Are you eating quill pens? How can you use 12 quill pens a day? And what do you know?" Nigel felt even funnier, "A pen can last a long time, so why do we sell quill pens?"

Shaking his head, Nigel felt funny about his vague expectation just now. Is this a sudden illness and indiscriminate medical treatment? Even a ten-year-old child's speech made him look forward to it, but a life-saving straw will not appear from the sky, and he can save himself.

Nigel's expression became more determined, "Let's go, Rigg." Rigg wanted to say something more, but his father stopped him and pressed his shoulders to move forward.

"No need to say anymore, I know you don't want to go back to Slytherin, and you don't want to be little Malfoy's follower, but life is like this. We can't save the literary community, so we have to find another way to live."

Rige felt his father's undeniable strength on his shoulders and was dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, I have been busy for a long time, but it has determined the pace of the cheap daddy to rush to the Malfoy family. But it shouldn't be, the ballpoint pen with replaceable refills is an invention that transcends the times, with small profits but quick turnover, it has supported many manufacturers.

After taking two steps, Nigel couldn't bear it anymore, "Baby Rigg, I know you still have something to say. It's okay. You can talk to me slowly after the banquet is over. The banquet is about to start, I have to go first.

Make some preparations."

Seeing that Rigg's expression did not improve, Nigel promised many more toys that the ten-year-old Rigg wanted, and then hurried downstairs to greet the guests who had arrived first, leaving Rigg with nothing to do.

Rigg finished dealing with Nigel with a happy facade, but he felt that it was completely over. He was going to be Malfoy's dog, and he might have to kiss Voldemort's boots in the future. No matter how many toys you give me, I can't be happy.

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Why is this happening JPG.

Li Ge was really desperate. He would raise his hand to touch his pocket out of habit, but then he remembered that the dress he wore today could not hold anything.

Wait, nothing can be installed?! Rigg's eyes lit up, he still had the unfinished semi-finished quill pen in his room! He had put it in the room before because it couldn't be installed and it wasn't completely finished.

Rigg dashed across the banquet hall and back to his room, leaving behind his mother's roar of "Watch your manners!"

Thinking that his mother might have to cover her face with a fan, pretend that nothing happened, and continue chatting with other ladies, Li Ge didn't feel the noise, only found it funny.

Of course, the top priority is to finish the semi-finished quill first, and then go to find my father! I was too anxious before and didn't plan well. If my father had a business acumen, Wenrenju would never be in this situation. So it's not his own invention.

, there is no physical object, and my father cannot see its feasibility and commercial value at all!

Thinking of this, Rigg looked at the time and saw that the dinner was about to start in half an hour. According to tradition, the guests had to socialize for a while before getting down to business. His father and Malfoy came on stage together to announce the "good news".

Just do what you say, I, Li Ge, will never be weaker than anyone else in my life, "Iron Belly, save me————"

With a loud bang, a frightened-looking house elf wearing a uniform with the words Literary Residence and a potato sprout appeared immediately. His already high-pitched voice almost broke out, "What's wrong, my dear Li?"

Little Master Ge, what kind of danger have you encountered! When today’s dinner is over, I will go and apologize to the most respected patriarch. I really deserve death for not taking good care of my little master!"

"Oh, that's not the case," Rigg said nonchalantly. He was so preoccupied with teasing that he forgot about the nature of a house elf. "No, I'm going to die!"

In an instant, Tiebeli fired more than a dozen detection spells in a row, "Little master, what's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable? I'll notify the most respected patriarch immediately!"

Rige lay down on the ground and said, "My toy is broken. If I can't fix it, I will die!"

The house elf Iron Belly breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the ground tremblingly. He had no choice but to make his legs weak from fear. Even if all detection magic showed normal, there was no way to know whether the little master had been hit by some rare evil curse.

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Rigg pointed at the simple quill pen holder and pen tip that he had been studying for a long time, and directed the iron belly to emit one spell after another.

"Yes, yes, the nib must be separated from the body of the quill."

"Split into pieces!"

"No! Who made you completely broken? Oh, you can be separated but you can still face each other, and you can still stick together when you face each other!"

"Recover as before?"

Rigg was helpless.

Time passed by, and the dinner party on the first floor of the banquet hall had begun.

Nigel smiled and exchanged greetings with the heads of various pure-blood families whom he had not seen for a long time. Next to him was Lucius Malfoy, who smiled proudly. His mother, Stephanie, was chatting with Narcissa Malfoy, praising Draco from time to time.

Malfoy, he kept praising little Malfoy so much that he seemed to be in the world, raising his chin higher and higher. This was the only thing Stephanie, a mother, could do for her Rigg.

Return to Rigg's room.

"It's done! Hahahahahaha!" Rigg laughed while holding the simple replaceable quill pen he had just made. Although the function was not as good as he expected, the product that was designed in two days in a hurry would be as long as it can be used.

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After kissing the replaceable quill at the end, Lige thought to himself, either you run on the parchment or I run away, as long as one of us can run!

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