I was inventing at Hogwarts

It was already three o'clock in the morning, and the warm sunlight shone into the room through the thin curtains. Harry mumbled a few indistinct hums and reluctantly opened his eyes.

It's not that he wants to get up, it's just that the curtains in this room are too thin. As soon as the sun rises, the whole room will light up.

Even if Harry tried to cover his eyes with a quilt, he could only sleep until ten o'clock at most.

There is of course a reason why Harry is still using this "torn" curtain.

This is Aunt Petunia's favorite piece of fabric. The white curtains have fine patterns on them, which makes them expensive to make.

As a child, Harry once heard Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon discussing how to use this expensive white cloth when he was frying bacon for the Dursleys in a pan one morning.

This discussion happened countless times, but in the end the piece of fabric was packed away by Aunt Petunia for the truly important moment in the future.

For example, their baby Dudley's birthday party, or Uncle Vernon's promotion, in short, had nothing to do with Harry, and he was not even allowed to touch them.

Harry certainly knew what was truly precious to the Dursleys.

Please note that this little boy with black hair and green eyes is called Harry. He will regain everything he lost.JPG

He used all the things he had been forbidden to touch and asked Aunt Petunia to give them to him.

The effect of Rigg's last visit with Professor Snape in blackface was immediate.

As soon as Rigg and the others walked out of the house, the Dursleys hugged each other and collapsed on the ground in a daze, as if they were surviving a disaster.

Uncle Vernon was panting like a short-breathed rhinoceros, and his little eyes had lost their former shrewdness.

When Harry returned to the Dursleys' house after spending a day in Hogsmeade, he saw three people sitting at the dining table, waiting for him.

Seeing Harry, Aunt Petunia gave him a stiff smile. It was obvious that she was not comfortable with this, and so was Harry.

No matter what he asked for, the Dursleys responded like three nodding idiots.

Dudley finally recovered, perhaps because of the departure of Rigg and the others, and Dudley, who gradually woke up from the aftereffects of the curse, almost screamed and gave up his room to Harry.

He was afraid that if he spoke a second too late, the monster in front of him would be unhappy.

Aunt Petunia was the same, racking her brains to think of how to save her baby Dudley from being killed by those wizards.

Asking for Dudley's room to sleep in, asking Aunt Petunia to make him a big meal every day, and Uncle Vernon to use honorifics when speaking to him... Harry thought hard for a long time, and finally looked at the tired and frightened eyes of the Dursleys. , and suggested that he want this piece of fabric that Aunt Petunia had not been willing to use for five years to be used as curtains.

Aunt Petunia's heart was bleeding, and she made a "hehe" sound from her throat, as if she was about to pass away.

Aunt Petunia, who kept opening and closing her mouth, hesitated for a long time without speaking.

Uncle Vernon didn't care about Petunia's struggles. In his opinion, this was just a relatively expensive piece of cloth, and he immediately agreed to give it to Harry.

Petunia was so stunned that her eyes almost popped out of her head. She looked at Fenon beside her like a frog.

All in all, Harry ended up with a much softer bed than the one he slept on on the first day back at the Dursleys' house.

Dudley's room was indeed the best in the Dursley family.

There is also this curtain that is not practical, but Harry is happy to see it, and the cook Petunia who is always on standby to prepare a feast for him downstairs.

Harry, who had not yet fully woken up, squinted his eyes and looked at the dust floating up and down in the air. He knew that it was already noon.

Thinking about what dinner Aunt Petunia would make today, Harry touched his stomach, which had become flat after a night, and finally rubbed the soft goose down pillow under his cheek with nostalgia.

The unexpected and moist touch made Harry jump up immediately. He sat cross-legged on the bed, wrinkled his nose, and made a sound of "Ouch~".

Harry rubbed his cheek with his pajamas sleeve in disgust, not even wanting to touch his own saliva.

Hearing the sound of rapid footsteps, he just raised his head and saw Rigg and a familiar little white-haired old man behind him, as well as Aunt Petunia standing at the door, nervously craning her neck to observe. .

"This, these are tears!"

Harry reflexively explained, but obviously, the old man and young man in front of Harry did not believe his lies.

Rigg smiled at Harry, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. Only then did Harry react, and he shouted in surprise and surprise.

"Rig!"

At this moment, not to mention that Rigg didn't think of Harry, Harry actually didn't think of his little friends in the wizarding world either.

Harry tried to hide his embarrassment with a passionate cry, his toes gripping the sheets under the quilt.

If someone hadn't been there at this moment, Harry would have wanted to slap himself twice.

The gentle one.

He actually didn't think about the three good friends who had agreed to send letters to each other for a whole week. Just thinking about Rigg's expectant eyes when they separated, Harry was about to be overwhelmed by his own guilt.

Even the friendship between Rigg and the others, as well as the magic of the wizarding world, can hardly beat the satisfaction brought to Harry by the Dursleys, who were once indifferent to Harry and now are obedient to him.

"This is really tearful. I think you and Ron were crying secretly in the middle of the night thinking about it!"

Seeing the jest in Rigg's eyes, Harry immediately jumped up and swore to Rigg.

Otherwise, Harry thought about Rigg's evil intentions.

Rigg is recognized as the smartest, baddest, and most fond of pranks among the four of them.

Harry had no doubt that with less explanation, Rigg would have spread the news throughout Gryffindor.

Are there any good people who could hang out with the Weasley twins?

That guy Ron might even excitedly tell this story about the savior who would also drool.

Harry hated Ron's bad habit. Ron had spread his habit of wearing pink woolen socks with love hearts before.

Seeing Harry resisting in every possible way, Rigg made no comment and just shrugged.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's nothing." Rigg's concerned eyes swept across Harry's body, and he raised his wand and poked Harry around.

The detection spells that Nigel and Stephanie had used on him were cast by Rigg one by one. Nicoléme showed a satisfied smile behind Rigg, and he touched his beard.

What Nicoléme was most satisfied with Rigg was his magic reserve, and this was one of the things that impressed him. Considering Rigg's age, even if his magic spells were cut in half, Nicoléme felt that he was a very talented little wizard.

"Oh, Harry Potter looks so happy!"

A sharp voice that Harry had never heard before came from behind the old man with a white beard, and Harry looked over curiously.

"Come out, Dobby."

Updated, sleepy.

I have been busy with the start of school recently. Good night, brothers!