I was inventing at Hogwarts

"Bring it here, Malfoy." Rigg stood up and looked directly at Malfoy.

Everyone stopped talking and stared.

Harry and Ron stood behind Rigg and expressed their attitude.

The other Gryffindor wizards stood in a half circle around Rigg, glaring at Malfoy.

Vaguely, Rigg already looked like the leader of the first-year Gryffindor students.

Malfoy grinned evilly.

Probably imitating his father.

But his childish face made this expression less intimidating and more funny.

"I want to put it somewhere for Longbottom to pick up. How about putting it on a tree?"

"Bring it here!" Harry finally couldn't help shouting.

But Malfoy had already jumped on his broom and took off.

What he said before was not bragging. He did fly very well, with smooth lift-off and fast speed.

Of course, being able to escape a Muggle plane is an exaggeration.

Malfoy's pale blond hair flowed in the air.

he shouted, suspended at a height parallel to the top of an oak tree.

"Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broom and it jumped into his hand.

"No!" shouted Hermione Granger, "Mrs. Hooch told us not to move - you might be expelled!"

Hearing this, Harry hesitated.

The time he studied at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was the happiest time in his life.

Rigg pulled Harry and said, "Go, Mrs. Hooch can't expel students. If Professor McGonagall comes, I will explain."

Rieger was sure of this.

Under the leadership of the current principal Dumbledore, this is no longer the Hogwarts that used to expel students at will and punish students corporally in history.

What's more, this is Harry Potter, the savior, who resolutely takes action to help his companions.

How in the spirit of Gryffindor.

Harry nodded trustingly.

Every student who has taken the Transfiguration class knows how much Professor McGonagall likes Rigg.

Even if we meet him on the road, Professor McGonagall's serious face will have a rare smile.

Harry's heart was pounding nervously, and his eardrums were pounding with blood.

He got on the broomstick and kicked the ground hard.

So Harry rose up, the air blowing through his hair, and the robes fluttering behind him - and he felt a sudden surge of ecstasy, realizing that he had discovered a skill that he could learn without a teacher - so easily , so wonderful.

Harry raised the broomstick a little higher, making it fly higher.

He heard the girls' screams and gasps from the ground, and heard Ron's shouts of admiration.

There was also Rigg's dispatch to arrange for the little wizard, two to go to the school hospital to notify Mrs. Huo Qi, and two to find Professor McGonagall's voice.

While making arrangements, Rigg taught the little wizard how to tell the story.

Hermione nodded as she listened and kept repeating.

Ron's legs felt a little weak when he heard that he was going to find Professor McGonagall.

His Transfiguration is not good, and he is really afraid of Professor McGonagall.

But Rigg had arranged everything, and he had long been accustomed to obeying the arrangements of Rigg, the smartest among them.

So Ron turned around and left.

Hermione pulled up his sleeves speechlessly and ran, "Don't look, we have to find the professor quickly."

Remembering that Harry was still in the sky, Hermione was too worried about something happening to her classmates.

That height...

Thinking of this, Hermione ran faster and muttered something for fear of remembering it wrong.

Harry turned his broom sharply and pointed it at Malfoy in the air.

Malfoy looked shocked.

"Bring it here," Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off your broom."

"Oh, really?" said Malfoy.

He wanted to scoff, but the expression on his face was tense.

This damn bastard is actually good at Quidditch.

This was beyond Malfoy's expectations.

Harry seemed to innately know what to do.

He leaned forward, gripped the broom tightly with both hands, and fired the broom like a javelin toward Malfoy.

Malfoy barely dodged.

Harry spun around again, grabbing the broom firmly.

Several people below were applauding.

But more people were moved around by Rigg's command, looking for materials everywhere.

Harry and Malfoy flew too high. Rigg couldn't remember whether Harry was injured this time, so he could only make preparations.

Halfway through the preparations, Rigg heard the sound of his transformation and levitation skills being upgraded, but he had no time to care.

When he looked up, he could see Harry and Malfoy facing each other in mid-air.

Rigg was busy turning the Gryffindor scarf, someone's pullover and coat into rectangular carpets one by one, and then floating in the air layer by layer.

Seeing this scene, the young wizards of Slytherin House started talking a lot.

Surprised by Rigg's magical power, worried about Malfoy and the Savior in the sky.

In fact, they were not sure about Malfoy's Quidditch skills, not to mention that Harry Potter looked like he was riding a broomstick for the first time.

If one of these two people breaks, they will all suffer.

Thinking of this, Pansy Parkinson pulled off her own scarf and took a few of her friends' scarves.

As soon as the green and silver Slytherin scarf appeared in front of busy Rigg, Rigg raised his head in surprise.

Pansy squeezed out an inaudible thank you through her teeth, then turned around and ran away.

She was still sullen even when she returned to the Slytherin team.

The friends looked at each other, no one dared to tease Pansy's whiskers at this time.

As a result, Slytherin slowly became quiet.

"You don't have Crabbe or Goyle here to protect you, Malfoy," Harry shouted.

Malfoy seemed to have the same idea.

"Here, let's see if you can catch it!" he shouted, throwing the glass ball high into the air, and then quickly landed on the ground.

At this moment, Rigg's carpet square was finally set up.

Malfoy looked down at the carpet square above the lawn in surprise.

Damn it, when was this built? Where did the carpet come from?

Rigg kept adjusting his breathing and steadily outputting magic power.

Four or five layers of fluffy, irregular carpets were floating up and down in the air - Rigg really didn't have the magic power or time to modify and standardize the shapes of those carpets, so it would be fine if he could use them.

Harry watched as the glass ball rose into the sky in slow motion, then began to fall.

He leaned forward and pointed his broomstick downward.

Malfoy gritted his teeth tightly. Looking at the carpet, he knew that he would not be able to get the results he wanted today.

In the blink of an eye, Harry was speeding down and chasing the glass ball.

The wind whistled in his ears, mixed with the screams of the little wizard below. He stretched out his hand and caught the glass ball two feet above the ground.

Then he slowed down with confidence and crashed into the Gryffindor-colored carpet, landing smoothly with the carpet. Harry held the memory ball firmly in his hand.

"Harry Potter!"

Professor McGonagall finally arrived belatedly.

Behind her were Ron, who was waving excitedly to others, and Hermione, who was smiling.

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