I was inventing at Hogwarts

Harry's heart sank suddenly, faster than he had been diving.

Although Rigg said he would take action, the furious Professor McGonagall made all the little wizards afraid.

Professor McGonagall trotted along.

Hermione grabbed Ron, who was about to rush back to the Gryffindor camp, and the two of them slowly followed Professor McGonagall.

Harry threw off the rug and stood up, shaking with fear.

Rigg patted Harry on the shoulder and stepped forward to stand with Harry.

Harry's tense muscles slowly relaxed.

"In all my years at Hogwarts...never..."

Professor McGonagall was speechless with surprise, the lenses of her spectacles flashing with anger.

"How dare you...you might break your neck..."

"It's not his fault, it was Malfoy who stole Neville's memory ball, Professor."

"Shut up, Miss Patil..." Professor McGonagall interrupted Parvati Patil angrily.

She had already heard these words from Hermione.

Even if a friend's belongings are robbed, it is very dangerous for a student who has never touched a broomstick to fly directly into the sky.

Experienced Quidditch stars will also be injured and retire due to a momentary mistake.

He even dived to the ground for a memory ball, which was a very difficult flying skill.

What if it didn't stop?

Professor McGonagall didn't dare to think about it anymore.

reckless!

"Ahem." Rigg cleared his throat and canceled his transformation spell.

After Harry landed, he had canceled the levitation spell in order to save magic power.

The Transfiguration Curse deliberately waited until Professor McGonagall arrived before canceling it.

Professor McGonagall looked at the thick carpet scattered on the ground in surprise. With a bang, it turned into the scarves of Gryffindor and Slytherin, an unknown person's sweater, and Ron covered in grass clippings. knitted jacket.

"This is..." Professor McGonagall picked up someone's scarf on the ground and examined it carefully.

This is indeed an ordinary, thin, red and yellow Gryffindor house scarf.

Nothing like the thick rug she first saw.

Rigg said proudly, "Dear Professor McGonagall, Harry did not go to heaven without a plan."

When Harry heard this, his eyes wandered.

He really didn't expect that he took off immediately after seeing Rigg agree.

So they have a plan?

As expected of Rigg.

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows, her anger disappearing.

"I assume you used the Transfiguration Charm and the Levitation Charm? Anything else?"

The little wizards around him all exclaimed.

"No, I originally wanted to use speed to get bigger, but I haven't learned it yet." Rigg replied immediately.

If there is anything wrong with the point-adding system, it is that there is no such thing as collecting albums, and many magic spells are not learned until they are needed.

"Surprising level of transfiguration," Professor McGonagall recalled the scene she saw when she arrived, and pointed at Rigg.

"Although it was an accident, you made the right choice." Professor McGonagall casually enlarged a scarf and floated it in the air.

With just a gentle tug, the scarf sank down along with Professor McGonagall's hand.

Rigg was startled, but fortunately he couldn't amplify the spell.

Otherwise, what is the difference between this and no protection?

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry, who was unharmed, and said, "Rig is here this time, but not every time your luck is so good."

Rigg was about to continue explaining when Professor McGonagall waved her hand.

"Stop talking, Heimdall. Now, you and Potter, come with me."

Professor McGonagall strode towards the castle.

Hermione, who had just passed Professor McGonagall at this moment.

I was surprised to see Professor McGonagall turning around with an expression of satisfaction and pride.

This made Hermione look back, thinking she had seen it wrong.

Rigg and Harry looked at each other, not sure whether they had passed the test or not.

Seeing Professor McGonagall walking very fast, Rigg and Harry quickly followed behind.

Malfoy stood far away, with Crabbe and Goyle behind him.

Although I didn't hear clearly what Professor McGonagall asked, I watched Professor McGonagall quickly take Rigg and Harry away with him.

This put a proud look on Malfoy's face.

Unexpectedly, his failed plan could kill two birds with one stone.

Professor McGonagall strode forward without even looking at Heimdall and Potter behind her.

Malfoy thought to himself, how angry this must be.

The savior Potter has no brains and vision, so he doesn't want to be friends with him; that Heimdall is even more annoying, and it would be best if he was fired.

Malfoy laughed loudly at Potter and Heimdall.

It's been less than two weeks since I arrived at Hogwarts, and it's time to pack up and get out.

Crabbe and Goyle giggled in agreement.

According to common sense, the little Slytherin wizards should laugh with Malfoy at this moment.

Only this time, the silence was terrifying.

Everyone exchanged glances and secretly looked at Pansy.

Malfoy laughed twice, and when no one paid attention to him, he shut up unhappily.

This also made Hermione breathe a sigh of relief, and she and several other little wizards let go of Ron's hand.

Ron was so angry that Malfoy's face and hair were the same color, and he was about to rush up and beat him.

Hermione felt too tired.

Professor McGonagall has just left. What if there is another fight now and she becomes even more angry and they are all expelled?

Rigg and Harry followed Professor McGonagall up the steps in front of the door and up the marble stairs inside.

Professor McGonagall remained silent.

She unscrewed the doors and strode down the corridors, with Rigg and Harry following pathetically behind.

After walking in silence for so long, they gradually lost confidence.

Harry felt heavy at the thought of Mrs. Hooch's expulsion.

The professor was probably taking him to see Dumbledore.

He thought of Hagrid, who, although expelled, had been allowed to stay on as gamekeeper. Maybe he could be Hagrid's assistant. He seemed to see himself carrying Hagrid's pocket, dragging heavy steps around the field, watching helplessly as Ron and others became wizards.

Harry felt his stomach twist into a ball just thinking about this.

As he walked, Rigg reviewed today's situation countless times. After thinking about it, Professor McGonagall wouldn't be so angry.

Professor McGonagall stopped outside a classroom.

She pushed open the door and stuck her head in.

"I'm sorry, Professor Flitwick, could you please let Wood out for a moment?"

Wood?

Harry and Rigg looked at each other in confusion.

Unexpectedly, Wood turned out to be a person, a tall and sturdy fifth-grade boy, who walked out of Flitwick's classroom with a blank look on his face.

Professor McGonagall hesitated.

He pulled Li Ge over again and walked into the classroom.

"Professor Flitwick, my student Heimdall successfully floated at least 12 heavy carpets in the open space today." Although Professor McGonagall's face was still expressionless, there was a little pride in his tone.

Professor Flitwick listened to Professor McGonagall's words, pointed at Rigg, and then looked at Professor McGonagall in confusion.

Professor McGonagall finally couldn't hold back her smile and smiled lightly.

"Yes, it's Heimdall Day, Gryffindor's first-year freshman this year, as I said."

Professor Flitwick's mouth dropped open.

This time, Rigg gets the same treatment as savior Harry.

The excited Professor Flitwick screamed and disappeared from behind the podium!

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