I was inventing at Hogwarts

"Famousness +1, popularity +1, popularity +1..."

In the haze, Rigg was awakened by a ticking sound. He sat up and looked around in confusion.

The tribesmen lying around and resting casually covered with blankets were awakened by Rige's movements and jumped to their feet.

Everyone's eyes were black, as if they had never rested recently.

"What's wrong! What's wrong! Is there something wrong with the nibs of the third batch!"

The tribesmen in the distance who had not been alarmed at first woke up from their sleep when they heard the two keywords "pen tip" and "problem". They rubbed their dry and red eyes and looked at Li Ge, who was responsible for inspecting the products.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy. Wenrenju is still waiting for these batches of products to be rescued. If it cannot catch up with the school season, a large amount of funds will be lost.

So recently, the tribesmen have been spending their days and nights in the spacious banquet hall making replaceable quills, making a batch and shipping them to various Literary Residences, especially the Literary Residence Quill Main Store in Hogsmeade Village. The most stocked goods.

The patriarch Nigel and the elder Dean are constantly stationed in various literati residences to check and stock up, and they don't even have time to go home and sleep.

Interchangeable quill pens are a new flagship product on the shelves of Literary Home, and will be put on the shelves at 8 a.m. every Monday.

Originally there was no limit to purchase, but unexpectedly the sales were so booming on the first day that it almost caused a stampede. Later, we had to implement purchase restrictions and queuing measures.

Each wizard or young wizard newly admitted to Hogwarts (received with admission notice) is limited to purchasing 5 bottles.

With the purchase restriction measures in place, although supply still exceeds demand, at least most wizards who come to Literary Residence can buy replaceable quills, and the workers at Dai's old residence can finally take a break every day.

Working people, working souls, working people are all superior to others!

Thinking of the next production and replenishment plan, the tribesman responsible for manufacturing pen tips wiped his face tiredly, picked up the wand again, and was ready to start repairing this batch of quills that had not yet been accepted as soon as Rigg announced the test results. nib.

"No, it's okay. The third batch of replaceable quills are fine and can be shipped away."

Rigg shook his head. He couldn't find the source of the sound he just heard in a trance.

"I may be too tired and hallucinating."

It was just dawn, still early.

Rige motioned to the tribesmen to continue resting.

But he did not lie down. He continued to sit and think about the surprising sound he had heard.

With a popping sound, Ironbelly, the house elf in charge of the banquet hall, transported the third batch of replaceable quills to the entrance of Daishi Village.

There was no way around it. From the very beginning, the old house had forbidden wizards from disembodiing to avoid being stolen by other wizard families.

Only house elves can pass the judgment of the old house's inheritance spell and can change their appearance in the old house to increase the service speed.

There is a huge black and gold dragon head sculpture at the entrance of the village, inspired by the magical dragon Amon that the third-generation patriarch Leian Day killed alone.

Walking into the open mouth of the dragon's head, there are four or five bronze fireplaces facing outwards, forming a circle that will never go out. On both sides of the dragon's mouth, there are countless door keys hanging, and there are three dedicated house elves. Dogs serve all wizards and guests who come.

Of course, the three-headed house elf dog is currently working as a courier. He is responsible for delivering the made replaceable quills to various literati residences based on the feedback distribution list.

After sitting and pondering for a while, Rige searched all over his body and found nothing. He felt that he was really stunned.

He has been looking for his own system since the first day of time travel. Even if there is no system, he should have a portable grandpa!

Unfortunately, there was nothing, no sign of a sign-in system; there was no ring to give him blood to recognize his relatives, and there was no sudden appearance of the Space-Time Administration to issue him a mission. The only good news is that he still carries the memory and magical abilities of this body.

If there is no system, there is no system. No matter what golden finger you want, my fate is up to me!

I looked at the time on the big clock in the distance. It was just a little after six o'clock, and I could still sleep for another hour. Rigg quickly lay down and closed his eyes.

If you encounter difficulties, take a good nap!

Grass (a plant)!

Rigg opened and closed his eyes repeatedly in disbelief.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the gorgeous and classical-style banquet hall of the Dai family's old house, and the clan members were sound asleep.

Close your eyes and extend your consciousness. Not far away is a blue screen full of high-tech feeling. The screen is constantly refreshing "Famousness +1, Famousness +1, Famousness +1..." A mechanical female voice follows the content refreshed on the screen. Reporting continuously.

On the right side of the electronic screen, there is a loli with fluffy cat ears, long white hair, wearing a black and white maid outfit, and she looks to be no more than 14 years old. She is curled up and sleeping with her head lowered. Wearing black knee-high socks decorated with white lace on her straight and slender legs, they were tight and stretched slightly on the thighs. There were also beige plush balls tied at the top of the socks that moved up and down gently with her breathing. Float lightly.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the tribesmen in the distance were sleeping even more chaotically, drooling, and the fireplace lit by someone unknown made a crackling sound.

When she closed her eyes again, Loli seemed to be about to wake up. She raised her hand to rub her eyes with a sleepy look on her face, and her cat ears trembled. I stretched out comfortably and raised my little feet, which were only wearing socks. It turned out that they were still cat-paw socks with pink and tender paw pads.

He was dumbfounded and was filled with joy from heaven.

Rige looked at the screen in front of him with his mouth open. Is it the system? Is my golden finger finally here?

Loli finally woke up and opened her eyes, looking at Rigg with orange-red eyes like the gentle morning glow.

"Let me ask you, are you my master?"

"Ah?" Rigg froze on the spot.

What, do I still have to fight the Holy Grail War? Harry Potter joint FATE?

Loli laughed happily as if she had completed a prank that she was very satisfied with. She stood up and adjusted her maid uniform and looked at the screen. "Ah, you are so famous. No wonder I woke up."

The white-haired Loli waved her hand, and Rige floated forward involuntarily and stood in front of the screen.

The floating feeling made Rigg very uncomfortable. It would be nice if he could step on the ground.

Following Rigg's thoughts, the white floor appeared from beneath Rigg's feet, extending and folding in the consciousness space, hanging the screen on the wall.

"That's good. I forgot that you still need a body." Loli nodded, added two more sofa chairs, and motioned for Rigg to sit down.

"No kidding, I am the leader of the popularity system, you can also call me Zero. Now I will introduce to you the specific functions of the popularity system."

Zero pulled the screen closer, "Relax your body, don't be nervous, this is your conscious space, no one can harm you!"

"First, there is the main page. The upper left corner is the current world time, which will be automatically adjusted according to your location."

Zero conjured up a pointer from nowhere and pointed at the screen, signaling Rigg to listen carefully.

"Then, there is the most important part of the system." Zero clicked on the center of the screen, "Here are your popularity level and your popularity experience value statistics."

Looking at the experience value level displayed on the screen as "Lv1 fledgling: 26/50", Rigg asked: "How are the levels divided, and what is their use to me?"

"What's the use?" Zero smiled again, showing his pointed little tiger teeth.

Then, Zero pulled up the stacked gorgeous silk sleeves, stretched out his thumb and index finger, framed his hands and said to Rigg: "Click!"

I shouldn't have written the system like this, but I really like white-haired cat-eared lolita, so I ended up doing it this way! Please read it, recommend it, vote for it, and give it a monthly pass!