I was inventing at Hogwarts

"Hello, Teacher Nicoléme."

After listening to Rigg's introduction, Harry stood up straight as a reflex and greeted the unknown professor obediently.

The bangs that Harry had pulled back just now floated up again due to his movement, revealing the scars that Harry had tried so hard to cover.

But it doesn't matter now.

Nicolas Flamel smiled kindly at Harry, even though he had heard the name of Harry Potter, the savior, in France.

His probing eyes glanced over Harry's scars, staying there very briefly, as if he was just casually glancing at them.

This kind of sight was all too familiar to Harry.

Because of Nicoléme's restraint and Rigg's introduction, Harry smiled shyly.

He was very curious about this alchemy master he had seen in a book, and because it was his first time meeting him, Harry was a little shy, and his eyes flickered back and forth between Rigg and Nicolas Flamel.

Every time he transferred to Lige, he tried his best to wink, hoping that his good brother would still retain some tacit understanding with him after the holiday.

Nicoléme, who had long noticed the dispute between the two brothers, curled up the corners of his mouth and said nothing.

His fingers had loosened since he entered the house. In his alchemical vision, everything was fine with Harry and the house was safe.

Rigg looked at Harry opposite and blinked his clear and intelligent eyes hard. After receiving the signal, he quickly scanned Harry's kennel again.

"This is not the place to talk. Since Harry is fine, wait until Harry changes clothes..." Rigg emphasized the sentence.

Ever since Rigg started talking, attracting the attention of Nicoléme and the elf Dobby, Harry had been trying to tidy up his room.

Jacket! Where did the towel come from? Ugh, why are these socks still wet?

Harry kicked the scattered clothes on the floor into the corner. Before Rige finished speaking, he just picked up the soft apple that had been exposed to the sun for several days on the desk when he saw the eyes of Rige and others looking at him again.

"Ha, ha! What's wrong?"

Harry grinned, his white teeth shining in the sunlight. As if his hand had been burned, he instantly retracted his back, not forgetting to hide the rotten apple.

"Harry, Teacher Nicolas Flamel and I are waiting for you in the living room downstairs."

Before Harry could speak, Rigg showed a faint smile, "I believe your dear Aunt Petunia has a lot of things to do today and doesn't have time to stay at home for the time being, right?"

There was another short scream. Harry was too familiar with Aunt Petunia's voice. He looked in the direction of the scream and saw a head that had appeared at the corner of the stairs at some point.

If possible, Aunt Petunia wanted to stay away from these monsters, but she was really worried about her own life, so she could only shiver and hide in the corner, listening to the few words floating around.

Although she didn't hear anything else, she heard Rigg's threat clearly. Thinking of Dudley who was still hiding in the cupboard downstairs, Aunt Petunia's waist was no longer sore and her legs were no longer weak. Ping pong pong rushed downstairs.

After the scream, both Harry and Rigg suspected that Aunt Petunia was planning to tear the house apart.

There was a sound like a tornado passing through from downstairs.

"Boom, boom, BA——N——G——!!!"

It was the sound of Aunt Petunia rushing out of the room. Rigg suspected that the door would be smashed by her.

Rigg and Harry nodded, then tugged on the hem of Nicolas Flamel's clothes, and dragged Dobby, who was dragging him again at some point, down the stairs with one foot light and one foot heavy.

Dobby was still looking back at Harry reluctantly, his round eyes looking moist again.

Rigg glanced down at Dobby and quickly quickened his pace.

Nicolas Flamel narrowed his eyes and smiled at Harry, waving his hand, and then went downstairs. As they went downstairs, they were still chatting in low voices.

But this had nothing to do with Harry. As soon as Rigg and the others turned around, Harry frowned and threw the rotten apple back on the table.

It didn't matter that he lowered his head, Harry immediately let out a scream.

I just met Master Rigg and Nicoléme like this? ? ?

Harry pulled at the front of his pajamas that were stained with saliva in disbelief, opened his mouth wide and ruffled his hair even more in annoyance.

…

"So, that's it."

Rigg picked up the herbal tea that Aunt Petunia had brewed on the table and took a sip, then watched Teacher Nicoléme blow the tea cup very naturally.

Nicoléme, who drank herbal tea for the first time in hundreds of years, opened his eyes in surprise, as if he was looking at some monster.

"So it's not that you didn't send me a letter, but that there's something wrong with me?"

Harry listened to Rigg for half an hour, and he "keenly" grasped the key points of his analysis of the dangerous situation he was in.

Thinking of this, Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he had a great time after the summer vacation, he still missed these friends a little when he occasionally dreamed about them at midnight.

Rigg rubbed his itchy fingers and rolled his eyes.

At this moment, he looked a bit similar to an angry Hermione.

Harry felt the same way. He shrank his neck and didn't dare to speak.

"Since it's not Harry's problem, there is no problem with the protection of the house..." Nicolas Flamel finally put down the cup of herbal tea, pondered for a moment, and looked at Dobby, who had been rubbing the tea coaster uneasily.

Rigg was also lost in thought. He rubbed the wand in his hand and scanned the living room.

Seeing the open and empty cupboard, Rigg kindly closed it with a levitating spell.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Rigg didn't look at Dobby. The wand was still a little sore in his hand. The wizards in the living room all know that there is no third person here.

Dobby rubbed the broken tea coaster until it was broken, and he just muttered a few words that no one could understand.

The house elf almost brought the word worried to his face, his hands tightening on the rag as it struggled with its thoughts.

"Tear!"

A small corner of the rag was torn open by the tangled Dobby, and it seemed that it had finally made up its mind.

"Dobby doesn't know anything!" Tears fell down Dobby's face again. He sobbed and beat his thin chest hard.

Rigg directed the teapot to catch Dobby's tears. He didn't want to tear down Harry's relatives' house just once.

Nicoléme turned the ring on his hand and stared at Dobby.

"Dobby is really the bad elf of the Malfoy family. Dobby messed up his master's mission! Dobby won't say anything!"

Dobby was wailing and blinking at the wizards sitting in front of him through his fingers.

Hey hey hey, I'm alive again!

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