i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 23 Memory Ball Chaos

Is there such a good thing?

Rige immediately pulled the big tail over and touched it from beginning to end, kneading it constantly.

It feels good in hand!

Ling didn't expect Rigg to be so rude.

Clench your little tiger teeth, I will bear it!

Five minutes have passed, ten minutes have passed.

Zero couldn't bear it anymore, "Ah! You are not done yet!"

The orange-red eyes stared at Rigg angrily, and with a whoosh, he pulled the tail away and held it in his arms.

Rigg regretfully took back his hand, and couldn't help but rub his fingers when he took it back.

The big and smooth tail is soft to the touch and can sink in when you press it with your hand.

Rub it once and Zero's ears will twitch.

Because he was so close, Rigg could still smell Ling's sweet fragrance that was like toffee.

And most importantly.

If you touch a cat in the consciousness space, you won’t discover the wonder.

Eating legally!

"Then what kind of spell are you going to add now?"

Ling tidied the fur on his tail in pain and asked Rigg expectantly.

She has paid so much!

Dirty, I'm dirty.

Zero's pupils gradually became moist. He didn't expect to pay such a high price to build a system.

Rigg didn't hesitate, "I'm going to add some fire spells and learn how to make blazing flames."

"Go to hell, you scumbag!"

With zero angry cat cat punch.

Rigg was pushed out of system space.

When I opened my eyes, I felt like there were cat paw prints on my face.

Because I'm not sure if Zero's anger level is so high that I should add some points to him.

Rigg tried to pick up the wand and cast a fire spell.

You can't try to make a blazing fire in the dormitory, right?

Unfortunately, he was now lying in bed with the quilt in front of his wand.

The Fire Spell causes the target object to emit painful heat when touched.

So it makes sense for Rigg to burst into laughter in the middle of the night.

Right.

Rigg used his own personal experience to prove that his fire spell had indeed been upgraded.

It's very hot and painful.

The entire dormitory was awakened by such a loud movement.

However, after hearing that Rigg dreamed that he was forced to eat ten rock biscuits, Harry and Ron expressed their understanding.

Tai understood.

Just hearing the word rock cake mentioned by Rigg, Harry felt a dull pain in his cheek.

This night.

Because of his success, Rigg slept soundly and felt safe. Harry spent the whole night fighting with Rock Piper in his dreams.

Harry heard the alarm sound in the morning and breathed a sigh of relief when he woke up.

At first glance, the quilts were piled on his upper body.

No wonder he dreamed that Hagrid had baked a hundred rock biscuits, which were weighing on him like a mountain, and he was not allowed to get up until he finished eating.

He didn't sleep well at night, which made Harry feel weak throughout the day.

Even the Quidditch lesson that he looked forward to the most couldn't get him excited.

At noon, when Rigg and Ron dragged Harry to the canteen, there was no one left in the canteen.

There was only a lone glass ball placed on Neville's usual seat.

Rigg picked it up curiously, and found a light red color floating in the glass ball.

Ron saw it and touched it curiously, and saw the glass ball instantly glowing red.

Only then did Rigg remember, "Oh, this is a memory ball. If it turns red, you have forgotten something."

When Ron heard this, he immediately thought hard about it, but unfortunately in the end he didn't remember what he had forgotten.

Rigg actually remembered it.

This is Harry's first show.

A first-year freshman can successfully enter the sight of Professor McGonagall and join the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

This Quidditch lesson presentation is indispensable.

Thinking of this, he looked at Harry who was still sluggish.

Rigg deliberately bumped Harry's arm when he went back.

"Oh, no!" Harry scrambled to save the milk that had been spilled on the table.

Not to mention being sluggish, you can just ask him to fight trolls now.

An instant pick-me-up!

Rigg, who apologized to Harry after sitting down, had a deep sense of merit and fame.

At half past three in the afternoon, Rigg, Harry and Ron followed the other Gryffindor students in a hurry down the steps.

The memory ball was returned to Neville at noon, and Neville thanked him profusely.

He didn't even notice that the memory ball was lost.

Rigg and the others came to the field in front of the door with anticipation, preparing to take their first flying lesson.

When they walked quickly down the sloping grass to a flat lawn opposite the field, the grass rippled slightly under their feet. Beyond the lawn was the forest, and the dark trees in the distance were swaying in the wind.

The Slytherin students were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly arranged on the ground.

Rigg once heard Fred and George Weasley complain about the broomsticks in the school, saying that it seemed like the broomsticks hadn't been replaced in 20 years.

The old ones are like the dust on those armors in the school corridors.

Some brooms tremble when you fly too high.

Others are always slightly tilted to the left.

The worst thing about it was a tattered broom, with its tail branches almost bald. One can only imagine its flying effect.

Not long after, their teacher Mrs. Huo Qi came.

She has short gray hair and two yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?"

She snapped, "Everyone stand next to a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

Rigg glanced at the broom beside him.

I have to admit, I am so unlucky.

The bald broom head has already shown that his theoretical exercises in this class may be more important than practical ones.

Harry lowered his head and glanced at his broomstick. It was old and worn, with some branches sticking out here and there.

"Stretch out your right hand and put it on top of the broom handle," Mrs. Hooch shouted from the front, "and then said: 'Get up!'"

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Harry's broom immediately jumped into his hand, but there are only a few such obedient brooms.

Rigg struggled hard for a long time and managed to get his broom one centimeter off the ground.

Maybe he was originally a very good broomstick, but time has made the broom look old.

Hermione Granger's broom just rolled on the ground, but Neville's broom didn't move at all.

Then Mrs. Hooch showed them how to ride on a broom without falling off their heads.

She walked around the group, correcting their hand grips.

Malfoy, who had always told everyone that his Quidditch skills were very good, was also criticized by Mrs. Hooch.

This made Rigg and the others secretly happy.

Regarding Malfoy's story of successfully escaping from a Muggle plane, Rigg's ears were almost numb.

"Okay, when I whistle, you have to kick your legs off the ground and push hard."

Mrs. Hooch said, "Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly and fall straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle - three - two -"

However, Neville was too nervous for fear of being left on the ground.

So before the whistle touched Mrs. Huo Qi's lips, he kicked hard and flew up.

"Come back, kid!" Mrs. Hooch shouted nervously.

But Neville went straight up, like a cork squirting out of a bottle.

Twelve feet...twenty feet...

Harry saw his frightened, pale face looking down at the ground that was rapidly retreating, and saw him gasping for air with his mouth wide open.

Rigg grabbed his wand and waited.

Then Neville slid off the broom handle.

Seeing Neville's height drop rapidly, Lige raised his wand well prepared.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

It worked.

Neville stopped in the air more than one meter above the ground.

His face was pale and he was weeping as he awaited his fate.

Neville's broomstick continued to rise higher and higher, and then began to float slowly toward the Forbidden Forest and disappeared.

After waiting for a while and feeling no pain, Neville opened his eyes in confusion.

Malfoy and his followers laughed in the background, laughing at the way Neville was floating in the air.

Harry and Ron patted Rigg's back excitedly.

God, the little Gryffindor wizards surrounding Rigg were all excited.

Their classmates saved Neville with a magic spell!

Mrs. Hooch quickly took Neville's hand, her face as pale as Neville's.

Rigg was finally able to cancel his levitating spell.

Seriously, he's never floated anyone before.

Still a well-fed little boy, such a heavy object.

This made Rigg feel hollowed out.

Fortunately, Mrs. Huo Qi answered the call quickly.

"Some scratches." Rigg was relieved to hear Mrs. Hoqi breathe a sigh of relief and say, "Okay, kid - it's okay. You can get up."

Seeing that Neville was still in shock, Mrs. Hoqi hesitated and looked at the little wizard nearby.

To be honest, she didn't see clearly who used the levitating spell, she kept looking at Neville in the air.

Thinking that Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape would take over the investigation and management of this incident, Mrs. Hooch calmed down and prepared to send Neville to the hospital first.

Rewarding based on merit and praising the outstanding floating spell can be done by the dean of the college.

She turned to the other students in the class and said: "I'm sending this child to the hospital. No one of you is allowed to move! Put the broomstick back where it belongs. Otherwise, you will be kicked out before you can even say 'Quidditch'."

The gates to Hogwarts are open. Come on, dear."

Neville had tears of joy on his face. He really didn't expect that he could land well.

Mrs. Hooch put her arms around Neville and comforted him.

The two left together.

As soon as they were out of hearing, Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Have you seen his face, that stupid big guy?" Other Slytherin students also echoed.

"Shut up, Malfoy," Parvati Patil said sharply.

"Hey, protect Longbottom?" said Pansy Parkinson, an ugly-looking Slytherin girl.

"I didn't expect you to like a chubby little tearbag, Patil."

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the grass. "That idiot Longbottom's grandmother gave it to him."

He held up the memory ball, which sparkled in the sunlight.

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