I was inventing at Hogwarts

"Hermione? Hermione baby?"

A concerned female voice suddenly came from outside the door, and Hermione closed the book she was reading in a panic.

A thin yellow-green leaf, because of her quick movements, was blown by the wind from the page, and fell from the closed pages to the ground.

Hermione quickly bent down, knelt on the ground, and picked up the thin leaves. Her movements were extremely gentle, as if she were handling some fragile treasure.

After Hermione stood up, she carefully observed the leaf in the sunlight to make sure it was intact, and then put it back into the book she was reading just now.

This is a love story, Hermione suddenly saw it when she was visiting the bookstore with her parents.

It tells the story of a brown rabbit who runs a flower shop and suddenly meets her knight one day.

The story didn't matter, Hermione sat back in her chair. Her mother just asked her to go to dinner. She heard it, but she still wanted to wait.

What she was waiting for, Hermione didn't know.

Maybe it was because the weather was very good today. Hermione stared out the window blankly. The wind blew into the house through the wide open window, bringing a bit of coolness.

The leaves outside the window were rustling. This was a small town with one of the top universities in the Muggle world, so Hermione's parents brought her here to receive academic influence.

It's just different from what she expected before departure. Hermione has been absent-minded since she received the letter that she didn't want to show her parents. Even when she met the professor she once particularly admired, her happy smile was only on the surface.

Hermione's fingers rubbed against the pages of the love story book, which she had flipped through until the corners of the pages were curled up.

With her fingertips, she traced the roses on the cover that the knight gave to his rabbit, and Hermione stared at them blankly.

"Hermione?"

Her mother was calling her again downstairs, and Hermione was no longer waiting. She took one last look out the window, and there was still no owl today.

"well……"

They weren't in the same place, but Hermione and Rigg's sighs seemed to overlap. He looked at Harry and Ron having a heated discussion and shook his head.

Harry and Ron were arguing about who chose the quill with neater and whiter feathers, and Rigg didn't know what to argue about.

He walked over and separated the two fighting cocks, which were about to be pushed up, and took Harry and Ron with their arms full of things to check out.

The bill was of course in his name.

Members of the Dai family are free to use products produced by their own family. Each clan member has a certain quota every year. The specific quota is set by Elder Dean based on the sales of each quarter.

After the popularity of replaceable quill pens, this amount has become high enough to cover the food and clothing expenses of the Dai clan.

But Rigg didn't need this, he was very rich himself.

Nigel and Stephanie loved Rigg very much. After arguing with Dean, part of the income from the replaceable quill pen was not much, but as time went by, there was a special one they opened for Rigg. In the vault.

If Rigg was free this holiday, Nigel wanted to take his son to see the treasury that was already a quarter full of gold galleons.

Rigg slapped the account book proudly and said, "Charge it to my account."

Both Harry and Ron looked at their good brother Rigg with admiration. In fact, Harry was also very rich, but he was very worried about the future and always felt that he was sitting on nothing.

And Ron is even simpler, he has always been poor. The Weasley family vault is probably only slightly better than a completely empty, unused vault.

Standing behind the counter, Dean, wearing pajamas, looked at Rigg, and he raised his eyebrows exaggeratedly.

"Put it on the family account?" Dean approached Rigg mysteriously and asked.

Rigg nodded.

Dean immediately rolled his eyes. He thought he could save some money today, but he was losing it again.

Dean just glanced at the things in the hands of several people, and then started writing in the ledger.

Dean was keeping accounts, and Rig pulled over Harry and Ron, who looked confused, and went to find Professor Snape.

After finally returning to Literary Residence, he still had some things he wanted to ask Dean.

"So, let's meet at the Three Broomsticks in an hour?"

Rigg asked Professor Snape for his opinion, and Snape nodded indifferently. He positioned himself as a protector today.

No matter where these little trolls want to go, he can keep them safe.

And there was that old wizard... Snape raised his head and looked at Dean, the bald old wizard behind the counter. Dean noticed Professor Snape's gaze. He raised his head and showed a kind smile, and then lowered his head quickly. The head is busy summarizing today's sales.

Dean had an impression of this little black-haired wizard. He remembered that this child once came to the Literary Residence with another little girl.

In order to save its turnover, Wenrenju has also made many attempts. It has also transformed into opening a spell tutoring class and a beverage shop, and has basically done all the activities that can attract people.

This black-haired little wizard seemed to have arrived at that time. Dean squinted his eyes and recalled. He still remembered Snape and another little wizard sitting outside the Literary Residence, chatting together under a white parasol. , the way of doing homework.

It's great to be young, Dean sighed silently and then got immersed in the bill again.

If Harry or Ron wanted to go out alone, Snape would not agree.

But since it was Rigg, his wandering eyes flew from Rigg to Dean in the distance. Snape knew that this old wizard was not simple.

"I will take Harry and the others there to wait for you on time." Halfway through Snape's words, he lowered his eyes and looked at Rigg, "I think you have a sense of time?"

Rigg nodded quickly. Snape looked at him for a moment, and then, with the horrified eyes of Harry and Ron, he led them away from Rigg.

Rigg was almost amused by Harry and Ron who took one step and looked back twice.

As if they were separated from Rigg, they suddenly realized how difficult Professor Snape was to be trifled with, and their previous fear seemed to have returned.

He raised his hands and waved constantly, saying goodbye to Harry and the others. It wasn't until Harry and the others disappeared that Rigg turned back.

Dean had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Dean, an old wizard who has lived for 200 years, knew that Rigg wanted to see him when he saw Rigg separated from his good friends.

bother you for something.

"Teacher Nico gave me the test. I need the help of my family." Rigg said with a serious face.

His biggest regret was that Hong Mao was not brought out today.

"So you are indeed accepted by Nicolas Flamel?"

Dean focused on another problem instead, and he laughed happily. If it is not recognized by Nicoléme, how can there be subsequent tests?

I finally finished writing. I feel like this schedule is so unhealthy.

Asking for guaranteed monthly tickets and recommended tickets at the beginning of the month! !