I was inventing at Hogwarts

Harry's bedroom, which had been quiet for many days, suddenly became lively today.

The Dursleys never even came up to the third floor if there was nothing they needed to do with Harry, which made Harry spend a few quiet days.

Even the daily meal was delivered upstairs to Harry's door by Aunt Petunia.

Every day when he opened the door, Harry could only see the back of Aunt Petunia running away in a hurry. Aunt Petunia's long neck, which often peeked into the neighbors' privacy, shrank up now, like a timid ostrich.

Aunt Petunia can be seen every day. After the last threatening incident, Dudley and Uncle Vernon, the other two members of the Dursley family, seemed to have disappeared from this house.

If he hadn't occasionally heard Dudley's excited screams, Harry would have suspected that Uncle Vernon had taken Dudley and moved directly to avoid him.

However, Harry was very happy when he couldn't see Dudley and the others who used to bully him. He basked in the sun and lay on the bed comfortably every day, occasionally played with Hedwig, and had Aunt Petunia's special baked goods every afternoon. Eat small cakes... This kind of happy life is comparable to life in Hogwarts. Harry, who is so happy every day, can hardly think of Rigg and his friends.

Harry, who had been in a daze for a while, blinked and looked around the whole room. He found that he was the only one still on the bed, and the others were standing at the door and did not come in. He hurriedly asked Rigg and the others to sit down.

After jumping off the bed in a few steps and standing on the ground, Harry felt that he was not so rude.

Harry looked at the strange white-haired old man behind Rigg. He smiled shyly, pulled his messy black hair with some embarrassment, and tugged on his wrinkled pajamas.

After not seeing anyone for a long time, Harry had long since turned into a sloppy little boy, proving with practical actions how true Mrs. Weasley's daily roar at the Burrow was.

Without their mother's urging and yelling, the Weasley boys had to hang out with ghouls and get dirty all over.

Rigg, who had been waiting for a while, tried his best to pull out a thin figure from behind. Dobby's thin claws were still hooked on his legs and refused to let go.

As soon as the strange creature appeared, Aunt Petunia, who was standing far away at the corner of the stairs, stretching her neck to look here, gasped.

The sharp sound of the hot teapot boiling attracted the attention of the wizards in the room. Rigg turned his head and glanced behind him, and the sound of Aunt Petunia's gasping suddenly stopped.

Her eyes widened in fear, and she rolled nervously. She covered her mouth tightly with her hands, then looked at Rigg and the others carefully, and stepped back and downstairs step by step.

Rigg shook his head helplessly, suspecting that he had frightened the family too much last time, but he looked at the big bed, which was as white and soft as a cloud, where Harry was lying just now. The warm sunlight was floating through the window with fine details. The patterned curtains hit the bed... This room looked very livable at first glance. It was in sharp contrast to the last time I came to the Dursleys and found Harry living in a small and dark cupboard.

Looking at Harry again, he hadn't seen him for a few days. Rigg had a reasonable suspicion that Harry had gained at least five pounds.

Rigg looked Harry up and down, then recalled Dudley's figure, and he was in awe of Aunt Petunia.

Perhaps pig farming is the most suitable career for Aunt Petunia, but she has not discovered her talent yet.

For some reason, there was a ping-pong sound downstairs, as if someone knocked something down, as well as Petunia's wailing and Dudley's curious shout... In the first grade, Rigg and the others knocked down something in the corridor. The armor, the movement is nothing more than this.

But these have nothing to do with their room upstairs.

Rigg tried his best to drag Dobby inside, and Dobby hung on his leg like a pendant. He tried his best to hide back, not wanting to be seen by Harry.

Nicolas Flamel directly pulled up the only chair in the room and sat down. He had already checked this room and there was nothing wrong with it.

Quiet, peaceful, oh, Nicolas Flamel blew his beard happily, and the chair under his butt was also very comfortable.

Harry looked at this strange house elf. He was no longer the ignorant Harry Potter before. After going to the kitchen of Hogwarts several times, Harry could already distinguish some of the differences in the appearance of house elves. , and recognized one or two elves who often roasted chicken legs for him.

"Hello?"

Harry looked at this curiously. He was wearing old clothes and seemed to be a house elf he had never seen before.

Dobby's moist eyes stared blankly at Harry Potter. His eyes were already big, but now they widened in surprise, and they suddenly looked bigger than a tennis ball.

"Dear Harry Potter, the great Harry Potter, actually spoke to Dobby!!"

Tears of excitement fell directly from his eyes, dripping onto the shiny floor that had been carefully mopped by Aunt Petunia.

Rigg looked at Nicolas Flamel, who had been silent for a long time. If Dobby was acting before, his acting skills were very good now.

Harry just said a word to Dobby, and the house elf rushed over excitedly. After finding Harry looking for paper for it to wipe its tears, it even cried out in emotion.

Nicolas Flamel looked at Dobby intently for a while, then looked at Rigg. He shook his head slightly at Rigg. Even with Nicolas Flamel's experience, he couldn't see Dobby's flaws.

"I'm Harry Potter..." Harry finally found the only roll of tissue in the room. He tore a piece off and handed it to Dobby.

Dobby's crying suddenly stopped when he saw Harry Potter's outstretched hand through his tearful eyes.

Rigg also took advantage of Dobby's crying time to stand next to Teacher Nico. He discussed Harry's condition with Nico Flamel in a low voice and confirmed that Harry was indeed unharmed and in good condition. Only then did he completely Relax.

However, Dobby only stopped for a second. Before Harry could react, the house elf's tears continued as if he had turned off a faucet. Dobby's tears fell to the ground, and they fell to the ground. A small puddle soon formed.

Rigg and Nicoléme were amazed by this. They were both self-proclaimed tough guys. They could not get out of the line of fire for minor injuries, and went straight to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic for serious injuries. It was rare to see people crying like this.

"I guess I don't need an introduction?" Rigg pointed at Harry, "This is Harry Potter, the savior."

Harry was a little uncomfortable with this title, and he pulled his bangs, which had grown much longer.

"This is Dobby the house elf." Dobby's tears were still flowing down his face, and he couldn't say a word.

"This is my teacher, Nicoléme."

There will be another chapter tomorrow. Good night, brothers!