I was inventing at Hogwarts

Harry picked up the shiny silver fabric from the floor.

It feels strange in the hand, as if it is woven with water.

Hermione also touched it curiously and began to think hard.

"I seem to have seen this somewhere."

Ron stuffed half of the bread into his mouth and said, "This must be an invisibility cloak. Try it on."

There was a look of awe on his face, and Hermione suddenly understood.

Harry put the Invisibility Cloak over his shoulders, and Rigg motioned for him to look at him.

"Look down!"

Harry looked down at his feet, and just like he had done with Norbert that day, he disappeared.

He rushed to the mirror that was not broken yet.

That's right, in the mirror, only his head was hanging in the air, and his body was completely invisible.

Harry pulled the invisibility cloak over his head again, and he was completely invisible in the mirror.

If he hadn't seen the Disillusionment Curse, Harry would think the Invisibility Cloak was so cool.

It was exactly the magic item he dreamed about when he was a child.

But after experiencing the Phantom Body Curse, the Phantom Body Curse can also achieve the same effect.

The invisibility cloak suddenly loses its scent.

Invisibility Cloak: Love disappears, right?

"There's a note!"

Rigg's eyes were sharp and he could see the falling note at a glance.

"A note fell out of it!"

Harry took off his robes and grabbed the letter.

On it, written in a thin, circle-within-a-circle font that he had never seen before, were the following lines:

Your father left this to me before he died.

It should be returned to you now.

Use it well.

A belated Merry Christmas.

No signature.

But it was obvious that it was given to him by Principal Dumbledore.

Harry stared at the note in a daze, while Ron marveled at the invisibility cloak.

Ron, who had never experienced the Disillusionment Curse, still felt that the Invisibility Cloak was the coolest in the world.

"If I could get something like this, I wouldn't want anything."

Just halfway through speaking, Ron felt that Harry was not as happy as he thought, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Harry said gloomily.

He thought of his parents.

Did his father also use an invisibility cloak, and what was it used for?

Rigg looked at Harry with his head hanging down, patted him on the shoulder, and took the initiative to talk about Harry's favorite sport, Quidditch.

Harry also knew that Rigg was comforting him, so he nodded and reluctantly agreed.

It's just that the longing for his parents is still haunting him, making it difficult to get away.

When it came to Quidditch, Ron got excited.

Although Ron himself doesn't fly well, Ron likes to comment on the performance of his players.

Picking up a baguette and pointing out the country, there are not many people who can fly well in his mouth.

Only two of Ron's favorite Quidditch players could get a passable rating from him.

Ron became more and more excited as he talked.

The already cool baguette bang hit Harry on the head.

The pain made Harry burst into tears instantly, as if the troll's wooden stick had hit him on the head that day.

Harry immediately stood up and rushed over to give Ron a good look.

Hermione, who was slowly eating breakfast, avoided the two daredevils with a look of disgust on her face.

Harry's little melancholy quickly dissipated as they were playing around.

After the herbal medicine class, even the small package of the invisibility cloak was forgotten in the greenhouse.

Thanks to Neville looking around for his Gryffindor scarf with the memory ball, Harry also touched it.

I found that the memory ball was red and shiny.

Rigg and Hermione helped Harry get everything from textbooks to replaceable quills...

While standing and discussing, Ron changed countless positions, and then Harry remembered the invisibility cloak that was no longer fragrant.

Rigg sighed helplessly, and Hermione opened her eyes wider than usual, with a look of shock on her face.

Neither of them expected that Harry could forget the Invisibility Cloak in the greenhouse.

After Harry came back from taking off the invisibility cloak, the four of them went to the cafeteria to have lunch together.

At this moment, there are no little wizards gathering in front of the Academy Cup.

All the melons that should be eaten were eaten, and the little badgers went to chase the next big melon.

The foursome separated at the door of the auditorium.

Harry and Ron said they were going back to the dormitory, and Ron was looking forward to the effect of his invisibility cloak.

Hermione, in her own style, went straight to the library.

As the end of the semester approaches, Hermione's review plan has not yet completed the third round.

This made her extremely anxious.

Rigg was going to meet the twins in the magic classroom as agreed.

As he walked, he wondered what the Gemini were looking for.

Thinking of the few times we met, we all mentioned the blond boy.

Rigg understood that it was probably because of the replaceable quill.

George and Fred, the two Weasley twins, are rare characters that Yun fans are familiar with.

Weasley Fireworks was the only game deck he played well in his previous life.

Thinking about the gorgeous prank fireworks, Rigg had a good idea.

When Rigg slowly walked to the Charms classroom, the twins were already waiting for Rigg.

George and Fred pushed the desks together and lay on them to rest.

Let alone Wood's chanting speech at this moment, Fred couldn't even remember his own name.

George, who was covered in sweat, also had a blank mind.

Wood had long wanted to give them additional training, but he had never been able to catch these two loach monsters.

He is often run away by the twins in a blink of an eye.

I finally caught them this time and immediately practiced all morning.

The twin brooms never touched the ground.

When the extra training was over, the twins rushed to the Charms classroom without even eating.

After resting for a while, I felt even more tired.

George murmured to Fred, "Why don't you let the pigeon fly today?"

Just then, Rigg came in.

I heard the door creaking and being pushed open.

George barely opened one eye, glanced at the door, and gasped for air.

No matter how you say it, Grigg will be here.

I saw Rigg coming.

George felt the sore muscles, took a painful breath, and pushed Fred beside him.

"Don't sleep, Rigg is here."

Fred was just concentrating with his eyes closed, and didn't want to get up when he heard the door opening.

Rigg was kind enough to help the twins get down.

As soon as his hand touched the wet and smelly school robe, Li Ge shook his head and let go.

"Get up quickly, you are looking for me."

George and Fred helped each other sit up.

Like an old man, he slowly moved to the chair on the ground.

Rigg almost couldn't hold back his smile, the twins were in slow motion at this moment.

It reminded him of a sloth named Lightning in an anime he watched in his previous life.

George respectfully moved a chair to Rigg.

When Rigg sat down, Fred asked: "We are looking for you to ask, do you know who invented the replaceable quill pen?"

George moved his body and felt better. He clasped his hands and faced Rigg.

"Please, please, if it's not too much trouble, could you introduce us to the inventor?"

Fred, who didn't expect George to be so straightforward, quickly added: "We don't mean any harm, we just like to invent some gadgets, and we want to see if the master can give us some advice."

Seeing the respectful expressions of the twins, Lige suppressed his smile.

Following Malfoy's arrogance, he said slowly: "That's the master who invented the replaceable quill, which ordinary people can't see..."

The twins looked disappointed. In fact, they had already thought of this result.

Just think about how difficult it was to meet Headmaster Dumbledore and other famous wizards, and they just gave it a try.

Rigg's voice changed, "But it's not difficult for you to meet me."

The twins' eyes lit up.

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