I was inventing at Hogwarts

Nicoléme's face was solemn. He did not think that a house elf with an owner appeared here out of the will of a house elf.

Which family is it? Or, which families are they?

Nicolas Flamel was thinking nervously, he already wanted to summon Dumbledore.

Like Dean, Nicolas Flamel is very solid.

This is one of the secrets of his longevity, never meddling in other people's business and keeping his heart in the right place.

Nicolas Flamel, who has dealt with most pure-blood families in the UK in the past few hundred years, flashed in his mind several arrogant figures, as well as the gleaming treasury and tapestry of family members behind them.

Due to the long lifespan of wizards, their magical prowess, and various magical contract restrictions, the majority of wizards in the magical world are ordinary families who have no gold galleons and no power.

Families like the Dai family, which were once glorious and then declined, but are still very wealthy, are a minority in the second echelon.

Most of the pure-blood families with a long history that are still active in the British magical world have both money and power, and they have to be tough on both hands. In fact, they have more people than the second echelon.

Nicolas Flamel, who kept thinking, waited silently for Dobby's answer. He suspected that he and Rigg had become part of someone else's conspiracy...

Unlike Nicoléme, who was suddenly silent, Rigg felt a strange sense of familiarity with Dobby from the moment he saw him.

This sister (crossed out) I seem to have seen this thing before... Rigg tried hard to remember where he had seen this house elf, but in the end he found nothing.

The memories of his previous life were getting further and further away from him, but the wonderful magical life and adventure experiences were deeply impressed in Rigg's mind.

"Have you ever served in the Hogwarts wizarding kitchen?"

Seeing that Dobby was shaking like a chicken, almost shaking off the rags on his body, Rigg tried to slow down his voice and asked gently even for the sake of his own eyes.

This is a more reasonable explanation that Rigg can think of. If Dobby was sent by Dumbledore or a professor in the school... Rigg shook his head, and Professor Snape made a mocking smile. A thin smile flashed through his mind.

No, no, although Rigg never thought Professor Snape was a bad person.

But think about it, Snape, the black-faced professor who always looked down on Harry and tortured him everywhere, was actually secretly afraid that something would happen to Harry. So the house elves at Hogwarts were specially arranged to protect Harry. Rigg thought this made sense.

"Oh! Hogwarts————"

Dobby made an envious sound. His sharp voice was like fingernails scratching an iron plate, which made Rigg shiver with some discomfort.

Before Rigg could continue to ask, the house elf started chattering as if he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Hogwarts, Dobby really wants to go there, there is the great Harry Potter there... Shut up, Dobby can't mention him, Dobby will tear his mouth apart."

As soon as he heard the name of Hogwarts, Dobby suddenly relaxed. He murmured to himself, and his tennis-like eyes were moist, as if he had seen the scene where he and Harry arrived at Hogwarts together. .

Because he was relaxed, he accidentally mentioned Harry's name. The house elf suddenly fell to the ground and began to slap his wrinkled and fleshless face hard.

Nicoléme squinted his eyes, even if Dobby pulled out his face and made a crackling sound like rain, he was still indifferent. The gloves on his hands were not yet taken off, and he was ready to catch the house elf again at any time.

Yes, Nicolas Flamel decided that Dobby was acting and tried to escape.

"I take it that Harry Potter is not in Hogwarts Castle right now?" The old voice combined with Nicolas Flamel's clenched fists frightened Dobby and gave him a slap in the face.

Nicoléme did not move, but Lige moved.

Rigg quickly grabbed the hand that Dobby was beating on him. As soon as he grabbed the slender arm, Rigg was almost dragged down with him.

Although he looked skinny and had no muscles, when his arms were like poles, Rigg felt that he was stronger than even specially trained Quidditch players like Harry.

"Don't fight, don't fight. We are Harry's friends." Rigg tried hard to grab Dobby's hand that was still trying to pump it to his face. In just a moment or two, its already slightly red skin, Instantly became red and swollen.

After hearing Rigg's words, Dobby's hand stopped. His round eyes stared fixedly at Rigg, the little blond wizard, and then moved to the very-looking little wizard who had just pulled him over. Not easy to mess with Nicolas Flamel.

"Dobby should have thought of it a long time ago..." It seemed to have entered some kind of trance state again, and big tears flowed down, dripping onto its shabby clothes, and soon soaked a large area.

"Dobby should have thought of it when the black-faced wizard came to save Harry Potter last time!" Dobby slowly got up from the ground and wrapped his thin arms around his thin body.

Even the hard-hearted Nicoléme had a trace of unbearability in his eyes. He still said nothing and watched Dobby crying quietly.

While Dobby was sobbing, he secretly looked at Rigg between his fingers and chest, "This is Harry Potter's friend. How can Dobby save him..."

The last time Rigg and the others went straight to the Dursleys, Dobby was secretly watching from the window. He was so moved by Harry Potter's friendship that he cried through his old pillowcase. After returning to the Malfoy house, he was Beating and scolding all at once.

But Dobby doesn't care about any of this!

Thinking about the conversation he heard in the study, his tears couldn't stop streaming down his face, and he cried sincerely, "Dobby is so useless! Useless!"

"Save? Did you just say save?"

Rigg, who patiently waited for Dobby to answer his question, immediately grasped the key words from Dobby's words.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Dobby who was crying in front of him. At this moment, Rigg looked very similar to his teacher Nicoléme.

The crying Dobby gasped in an instant and made a loud gasping sound. He didn't expect that he would even say this.

"No, no, no!" it waved its hands in panic, "Dear friends of Harry Potter, you heard wrong! Dobby didn't, Dobby didn't say that!"

"Harry is fine for now."

When Rigg and Dobby were confronting each other, Nicoléme quickly pulled down his glasses and took a look. The humanoid shadow with magic reflexes was still lying comfortably on the bed, sleeping soundly.

In fact, Nicolas Flamel took another look at the figure that should be Harry. He was twisted and twisted, and for a while he collapsed into a big letter shape. After a while, he turned over and twisted himself up again.

Magic is contained in every corner of the wizard's body, not just flesh and blood, but also body fluids, hair, etc.

Drops of liquid with weak magic feedback continued to spread on the figure's head, and Nicoléme curled his lips.

After 6 days of typing, I feel the pain of a middle-aged man being forced to pay public wages. It's not impossible, but not very good.

I wrote it without any desire. What I was thinking about was the beautiful cat I saw at Station B just now.

The previous content has been revised recently. The main reason is that the extra points at the beginning to learn the floating spell have been criticized by many people. This is indeed my problem. Because of God's perspective, I know what effect the floating spell will have, but readers will only think that this is an ordinary basic spell. It was modified so that Rigg wanted to test the system and add some effects, which may be more reasonable.