I was inventing at Hogwarts

The night after he defeated Voldemort, Rigg slept more deeply than he expected.

In the morning, Madam Pomfrey came to bring them breakfast.

As soon as she opened the bed curtains of the four little wizards, Madam Pomfrey shook her head, gently placed the plate on their bedside and left.

Many young wizards came to the infirmary all morning, noisily talking about their problems, and Madam Pomfrey's speechless roars from time to time... None of this woke up Rigg. He turned over with a grumble. He fell into a deep sleep.

It may be due to mental, physical and magical wear and tear, and Hermione and the others are the same.

Ron slept in a mess, and he kicked the white quilt in the medical room to the bottom of the bed. It was foreseeable that he would be scolded by Madam Pomfrey in the future.

Hermione didn't change her position all night. She was lying on her side, with red marks on her face, like a begonia sleeping in spring, which was endearing.

Harry put his hands on his stomach and lay stiffly on the bed with his legs curled up.

When he was at his aunt's house, he always slept in the cupboard at the corner of the stairs, with only a small bed. Even after living in Hogwarts for so long, Harry was not used to relaxing and sleeping on his back.

Time flies by like the hands of an alarm clock being dialed. Before they could get enough sleep, it was already midday with the sun hitting their eyelids.

Before Rigg opened his eyes, he heard Ron shouting excitedly: "Did you see what I did?"

Hermione and Harry didn't speak, they just lowered their heads and took the time to stuff their lunch into their mouths.

When I woke up, my stomach was as empty as a layer of paper. They were so hungry that they could eat a giant monster, and they didn't know where Ron got such good energy.

When no one agreed, Ron put down the spoon in his hand and took a spoonful of the pumpkin soup in the bowl.

The tempting aroma of fried chicken legs continued to seduce Rigg. He sat up, stretched his body and yawned.

"Oh~" Rigg sighed in pain. Even though he was not beaten by the jumping bulb like Harry and Ron, he still felt as if his whole body had been torn apart and reassembled, and it hurt whenever he moved.

He rubbed his face and opened the curtain of his hospital bed with a snap.

"Good afternoon, pfft..." He almost choked on his own saliva.

Harry, Ron and Hermione found a small round table somewhere and were sitting together to eat. There was also an empty seat, and it seemed that it was reserved for Rigg.

It's just that the current scene is too funny. Rigg has never seen a pig's head that looks so much like a pig's head.

Hermione, sitting next to the two pig heads, looked even more delicate.

Harry and Ron's faces were swollen and bruised, and Rigg could only identify them by the color of their hair.

Ron's eyes lit up when he saw Rigg finally waking up. When he opened his mouth, he grinned in pain, but he still insisted on finishing the question, "Rigg, did you see that moment of mine?"

Ron raised his knife and pulled it down. A strip of crispy bacon was cut into two pieces by him.

"I see it, I see it with both ears."

Rigg dealt with Ron and asked curiously: "Didn't Madam Pomfrey give you medicine?"

The breakfast delivered in the morning was already cold, and Hermione and the others ate it. It looked like Madam Pomfrey had just brought it.

Rigg jumped out of bed and walked over to sit next to Hermione as he spoke. He twisted his neck and made a clicking sound. His stiff body made him want to perform a set of radio gymnastics.

Harry's mouth was stuffed with egg pancakes and chicken drumsticks, and he said vaguely: "No, Madam Pomfrey said that we should remember the pain now."

Not knowing which muscle on his face was involved, Harry wrinkled his face in pain.

Ron had a bitter look on his face and complained to Rigg, "The problem is, aren't we also after the Sorcerer's Stone? It's not like we were caught wandering at night..."

"So, you've never been on a night swim?"

Arriving before anyone else, Madam Pomfrey slowly walked out of the back room of the medical room.

In this busy morning, she didn't even have time to have lunch. She only received three little wizards who were chasing and fighting and almost broke her own thin neck!

Rigg and the other three people looked at each other awkwardly, and the air in the medical room became quiet for a moment.

Harry stretched his neck hard, trying to swallow the piece of egg cake that was stuck in the middle because of his shock.

Rigg nervously handed him the water.

Oh my God! Harry's face turned purple!

The little wizards didn't answer and started eating as quietly as chickens. Madam Pomfrey was not surprised.

Even a really good baby will have a night out experience after a few years at Hogwarts.

After all, who doesn’t have a friend anymore? Madam Pomfrey sighed, thinking that was how she had gone astray in the first place.

Deducting 50 points from Slytherin in one night made her famous in the family and would be mentioned at every family gathering.

"So, you are all awake?"

A familiar voice came from the door, and Professor Dumbledore walked over, stroking his long white beard.

Today he changed into a gorgeous star wizard robe, and even the hat was embellished with jumping stars.

Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes when she saw Dumbledore.

The little wizard had experienced such a night and needed a rest.

In the morning, Dumbledore, who couldn't wait to come directly, was driven away by her.

Now?

Madam Pomfrey turned around, looked at the foursome carefully, and reluctantly made room for Dumbledore to pass.

"Only half an hour of questioning is allowed. They need to rest." Madam Pomfrey majestically expressed the judgment of the big boss in the medical room.

Then, she flipped the sign at the door and adjusted it to Rest and No Entry, then hummed a little tune and went to eat.

Dumbledore was very grateful for the private time and space his good colleague had given him, and he smiled and decided to send Madam Pomfrey a box of sugar mice soon.

Madam Pomfrey hates rats.

As soon as they saw the principal coming, the four people stood up, and Dumbledore waved his hands repeatedly, telling them not to pay attention to this old guy.

He randomly found a hospital bed very close to Rigg's small dining table and sat down.

Rigg opened his mouth to remind Dumbledore that this was Ron's bed, and the quilt fell to the floor from the other side.

Before Rigg could speak, Dumbledore, who had been impatient for a long time, spoke. He opened his eyes wide and looked at everyone with sincere eyes.

"Can you tell me what happened yesterday?"

Rigg looked at Hermione, Hermione looked at Rigg, and Harry and Ron both looked at Rigg.

Finally, Rigg understood. He picked up the water glass and took a sip of water. He started talking about the loud noise they heard after the exam yesterday.

Obviously it just happened yesterday, but now Rige felt like he was in another world.

Dumbledore listened to Rigg's narrative and nodded from time to time.

He listened quietly for a while, with a playful smile in his eyes, and Dumbledore asked slowly: "So you know that the level has changed?"

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