I was inventing at Hogwarts

Rigg told a long, long story, and he really wasn't bragging.

Although his stories are not as spicy and colorful as Ron's, from the time he came home for the holidays and met the famous alchemy master Nicolas Flamel to when he successfully passed Nicolas Flamel's test and returned to Hogwarts. Fort...these experiences and characters are legendary and exciting enough, and Rigg's mouth is dry as he talks about them. Harry and Ron listened intently.

Thanks to the weird spells included in the spell list, Rigg added an invisible bubble to their small table so that no one else could hear their conversation.

This was a spell that Nigel had used before. When Rigg was still at Hogwarts, he looked through the list of spells several times before he found this very practical soundproofing spell.

The butterbeer that belonged to Rigg was on the table, but he drank it in half the story. Even so, it didn't quench his thirst. Harry respectfully handed over his soda for Rigg to enjoy.

Ron thought too, but he had already finished his juice in three or two gulps when it was served, and now he could only move uneasily as if there was a thorn in his butt.

When talking about their study and life after returning to Hogwarts, Harry and Ron did not envy Rigg for returning to Hogwarts.

They looked at the extremely tall figure in front of them with awe.

Rige licked his mouth and felt that there was not a drop of water in his mouth. He felt that he could drink the entire Black Lake.

Rigg stood up and canceled the bubble. He turned around and looked around, looking for Ms. Rosmerta, whom he had seen when he entered the door.

The story was told that Rigg was thirsty and didn't want to drink anymore. He just wanted a glass of boiled water, or the ice-cold soda water that Harry ordered.

Rigg, who had just stood up, just glanced at the table next to him and quickly sat down again. He placed his hands on his legs obediently, and his neck seemed to be fixed with nails and would never rotate again.

Harry and Ron looked at Rigg in confusion, "Rigg, are you not thirsty? Then keep talking!"

Ron was really curious about the story of alchemy learning. He also wanted to know how Nicoléme, the alchemist master, was conquered by Rigg.

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Rigg faced the wall and rolled his eyes.

Ron could still turn around to face them, but Rigg, who was facing Professor Snape, could only turn around and face the walls of the Three Broomsticks pub that had not been painted for a long time.

"Don't look back." Rigg's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "It's not convenient for Professor Snape."

"hiss--"

Ron grinned and wrinkled his nose, probably knowing what Rigg had seen.

Only one of the three knew nothing.

Curious baby Harry almost turned his head to see what was going on, but his good brother Ron turned his head back.

Rige slowly turned around and no longer faced the wall, with a horrified look in his eyes when he heard a crisp "click" sound.

Harry touched his nose, "It seems like my neck is feeling better?"

After sleeping in the cupboard for who knows how long, Harry's neck hurt every time he moved for the past two days. Fortunately, Ron helped him straighten it.

Harry felt much more relaxed now.

Rigg looked at Harry and Ron who were disapproving with awe, and was impressed by the strength and protective mechanism of the wizard's body.

Is this okay?

"Nothing happened."

The expressionless Professor Snape didn't know when he came behind Harry. As soon as his deep voice sounded, Ron was startled and almost jumped up on the spot.

"I hope you still have the last bit of brain you can use to think."

Professor Snape who spoke lowered his eyes and looked at the three young wizards in front of him, "I'll wait for you at the door first." After saying that, he quickly walked out of the door of the Three Broomsticks pub.

If Professor Snape's disheveled clothes hadn't reminded Rigg of the pretty girl he saw meeting gangsters in his previous life, Rigg might have believed Professor Snape's words.

"Indeed nothing happened, alas..." Ms. Rosmerta followed Professor Snape and turned around. She looked at Snape's back with regret, his broad robes flying in the air, and his aura. Full.

Her carefully drawn eyebrows were raised, and her long eyelashes flickered a few times, "So, young wizards, what do you want to order?"

Before Ron could speak, Ms. Rosmerta shook her finger, and a bright red color bloomed on her fingertips. "Wine is not acceptable. How about some soda? Or what do you want to eat?"

Satisfied with Soda's answer, Ms. Rosmerta returned to the bar, swaying her long skirt.

The three little wizards who were sitting stiffly breathed a sigh of relief together. None of them had any experience in dealing with such mature women. Forced by Ms. Rosmerta's momentum, Harry's mind went blank.

After a while, three glasses of ice-cold soda were delivered. No one was interested, and Ms. Rosmerta suddenly disappeared. She no longer shuttled around the first floor delivering drinks, but instead let the plates float in mid-air on their own.

As soon as the soda was put on the table, Harry and Ron placed it in front of Rigg. Rigg carefully recalled the previous story.

He shook his head, "In the end, I passed Nicolas Flamel's test and helped Principal Dumbledore send our transcripts and comments."

As soon as Ron heard this, he wailed and fell on the table and stopped moving, "It would be better if you delayed it for a few days!"

Ron only wished that he was the one who had procrastination because he was not Rigg, otherwise he would have been able to live happily for a few more days.

Now that his happy life is gone forever, when Ron thinks about the future, he can only think of Mrs. Weasley holding the iron pot and the smiling Professor Snape.

"At the same time, I was broke because of my study schedule."

Rigg ignored the wailing Ron. He felt his heart bleeding when he thought of the list given by Nicoléme. Everything in front of him seemed to disappear, and the sounds faded away. Only Jin Gallon waved to him and flew away...

Harry and Ron looked at each other, now they had another reason not to envy Rigg.

money.

Harry was very satisfied after gathering with his friends and seeing the magical village of Hogsmeade. He looked at the door of the bar, where the huge glass window reflected the setting sun, and said, "Thank you."

Harry's voice was very weak. Rigg and Ron, who had canceled the soundproofing bubble, could only see Harry's lips moving.

"Harry what did you just say?"

Rigg asked curiously as he poured the last soda into his mouth.

"I said thank you!"

After a long time of mental construction, Harry, who was a little shy, shouted this sentence out loud. The noisy bar suddenly became quiet, and countless wizards who had been chatting just now looked at the back of Harry's head in surprise as he suddenly stood up.

Soon, the bar became lively again, but this time the excitement was different from before. Harry and Rigg were overwhelmed with well-meaning blessings and compliments. Harry's dizzy face turned red. He and everyone he didn't know The wizard waved goodbye.

This is Hogsmeade.

Stepping out of the Three Broomsticks, Rigg looked at the scene in front of him.

"This sunset is so beautiful."

Dead line is indeed the first productivity. I never thought I could write so fast.

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