I was inventing at Hogwarts

No, this is no longer a match.

Rigg successfully turned a match into a needle, but the thickness was still a little difficult to control.

But it was also a thin, silvery needle with sharp points at both ends.

Professor McGonagall took out another match and asked Rigg to demonstrate it.

So Rigg stood under the dumbfounded gaze of his two college classmates.

Turning a match into a silver needle with a black mark and an invisible cross.

Professor McGonagall rarely showed a faint smile. She was very satisfied with Rigg's progress.

To be honest, even she, who is known as a rare transfiguration genius in a century, did not reach Rigg's level of transfiguration in her first transfiguration class.

Professor McGonagall really didn't know how long she could teach Rigg.

Satisfied Professor McGonagall boasted with other professors during meal time that Gryffindor had a very smart student who might even surpass her, named Heimdall Day.

Sprout, the professor of Herbology and the headmaster of Hufflepuff House, fully agrees with this point of view.

Seeing how several colleagues praised Rigg so much, the headmaster of Ravenclaw, Professor Flitwick, who was also the Charms professor, was really looking forward to Rigg.

He likes clever little wizards best.

Unfortunately, during the first class, he took out the roster and called the names.

When Harry's name was read, the extremely short Professor Flitwick screamed with excitement.

Then he fell to the ground and disappeared.

This not only caused him to be ridiculed by his colleagues at breakfast the next day, but also prevented him from meeting the smart Heimdall.

Rigg was looking forward to the Charms class because he opened the instruction book for this class.

The first key point is to master the spell.

Levitation spell.

What are you giving me?

Although the first spell class ended in such a hurry, sooner or later the day would come when he would show off his levitation spell!

Don't worry, I, Li Ge, will take action!

Rigg's happy days were not over for long.

It was the day of Potions class.

On Friday, Rigg and the others will have two Potions lessons with the Slytherin students.

This annoyed Ron so much that he had been mumbling about skipping class since breakfast in the morning.

Even his favorite chicken drumsticks were hard to swallow.

"Snape is the headmaster of Slytherin House. They say he favors his students..." Harry came back after asking around and sighed sadly.

Rigg also felt heavy.

He knew about this lesson and knew that Harry would be made things difficult by Snape in every possible way.

But he really couldn't remember what questions Snape asked.

If he had known today, he would have memorized every word of the entire "Harry Potter" series of books.

It would be best to ask questions on Zhigua or Shejian forums.

"How can you change your destiny by traveling to the magical world of Harry Potter?"

Then memorize the answers from all the great masters.

This way he will be safe if he travels through time again.

So these days when he was in the dormitory, he was reading books and studying like crazy, which shocked Harry and Ron.

I thought Rigg would also learn from Hermione and become the crazy scroll king.

Ron also thoughtfully asked his twin brothers, George and Fred, to make Rigg laugh.

This was a very courageous and dedicated decision on Ron's part.

After all, there was never a time when his two bastard brothers wouldn't bully him.

However, George and Fred just glanced at Rigg from afar and ran away in awe, deciding to wait until Rigg stopped loving learning so much before looking for him again.

Ron was so angry that he couldn't catch the twins even after chasing them. They ran away so fast.

He turned the corner and disappeared.

Ron vowed to tell Rigg and Harry that his two brothers must have used some kind of magic.

Potions class is held in an underground classroom, which is colder than the main building of the castle above. There are glass jars placed along the wall, and the animal specimens soaked in them are even more trembling.

Neville was startled by those specimens and vowed never to go near the ground again.

And when he finished his Potions class, he was even more reluctant to come.

Snape, who has greasy black hair and a pale face like little Malfoy, teaches the same class as Professor Flitwick of Charms.

Pick up the roster as soon as class starts.

And like Flitwick, he stopped when Harry's name was called.

"Oh, yes," he whispered.

"Harry Potter, this is our new... famous character."

Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle covered their mouths with their hands and chuckled.

After Snape called the names, he looked up at the class. His eyes were as black as Hagrid's, but without the warmth of Hagrid's.

His eyes were cold and empty, reminding Rigg of the dark path he walked on his first day at school.

"You are here to learn the precise science and art of potion preparation," he said, his voice just above a whisper, but everyone heard every word he said.

Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the intimidating power to bring order to a classroom with little effort.

"Since there's no silly waving of wands here, many of you won't believe this is magic. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of a simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrant aromas wafting out. You will not truly understand the miraculous magic that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes people feel dizzy and confused... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one, and that is you Not the stupid fool I often meet."

After he finished his short opening remarks, the whole class fell silent.

Rigg also looked at the majestic professor in awe. Even though he knew that Snape was a good person, Snape really didn't look like a good person.

"Potter!" Snape said suddenly, "What will I get if I add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?"

Harry seemed to be stunned, and Rigg, who was sitting next to Harry, immediately lowered his head and covered his mouth and whispered.

"A very powerful sleeping pill."

Harry immediately said like a repeater, "A very powerful sleeping pill."

Snape's eyebrows rose.

"It seems that the famous Potter still has a little knowledge in his mind. Potter, if I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you look for it?"

Professor Snape asked a second question.

This time, his eyes were like those of an eagle, scanning the entire classroom.

No little wizard dared to look at him, even Draco Malfoy, who had just laughed at Harry quietly, lowered his head, as if there was some fascinating potion knowledge on the table.

Snape looked around the entire classroom and found no problem.

Harry's nervous sweat slid down his forehead, and his mind went blank.

How does he know where to find a damn bezoar!

Rigg covered his mouth with one hand and suppressed two coughs.