I was inventing at Hogwarts

Hermione trotted over with a look of surprise on her face, leaving Ron and Malfoy behind who were focused on arguing.

The two cockroaches still heard Hermione's voice and realized that Rigg and the others had come out.

Ron also ran over in surprise and stood with his good brother.

Little Malfoy relied on his status and refused to run as fast as Ron.

Otherwise, it would appear that he was as worried about Rigg as Harry.

Only the accelerated pace in the last few steps can tell a little bit of his thoughts.

By the time little Malfoy came over slowly, the foursome had been together for a long time.

Hermione, who was the first to arrive, nervously checked Rigg's body and said, "Thank God you and Harry are fine."

Hermione stood on tiptoes and hugged Rigg tightly. She buried her head on Rigg's chest to prevent others from seeing her crying.

Rigg felt that the wizard robe on his chest was wet.

His hand hesitated in the air for a long time, and finally stroked Hermione's long brown hair and patted her back.

Harry and Ron, who were bragging loudly, were startled, with their mouths open and looking at each other.

They rushed to comfort Hermione who suddenly collapsed.

Harry was only slightly bruised and shaken.

This was much better than Hermione had imagined when she was on the road.

Hermione was really scared when she ran to inform the professor.

He fell down several times along the way and didn't dare to stop and take a look. He kept urging Ron to go faster and faster.

Hermione's bruises and scratches were worse than Harry's, and her palms were now bloodshot.

She was afraid that Rigg and Harry would be harmed in their absence.

The missing arms and legs were fine, but in case of any permanent magical damage, Hermione shuddered.

Hermione, who finally recovered after crying for a while, huddled in Rigg's arms and didn't want to come out.

What a disgrace to her!

Hermione's ears were red, and she just wanted to punch herself twice.

Harry reunited with his best friends and suddenly felt better.

After almost falling into a pit, he didn't dare to doze off.

I kept pinching my hands secretly to cheer myself up, but it was of no use.

He was still sleepy when he should have, and his eyelids drooped.

Rigg was also afraid that Harry would go into the ditch again because he was sleepy. After thinking for a long time, he said one word to Harry.

"Voldemort."

Harry suddenly woke up and looked at Rigg accusingly.

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Later, Harry was indeed not sleepy anymore and began to worry about his life again.

A villain who could come to his door and kill all his family members, Harry was not afraid to think of him with the worst possible intentions.

After he was suddenly defeated by a little baby for some reason, could this big villain let him go?

Harry didn't think it was such a good thing.

The foursome were muttering there, and Professor McGonagall was happy to let them communicate.

The little wizard is already in the development stage of magic power, and it is easy for magic power to riot after being frightened.

It's best to talk to friends to calm down.

After confirming that the two annoying people were okay, Malfoy said hello to Professor McGonagall and strolled away.

Professor McGonagall secretly raised her eyebrows, gaining a new understanding of the relationship between these people.

After giving Rigg and the others some time to chat, Professor McGonagall saw that it was getting late and took Rigg and the others back to the Gryffindor lounge.

Harry had expected that he would be worried about Voldemort for a long time, as he had been on the road.

Unexpectedly, as soon as it touched the pillow, his eyelids were tightly stuck together and he fell asleep in a second.

Rige made plans for tomorrow and closed his eyes to sleep peacefully.

In a daze, a blanket was gently covered on him, dispelling the chill of the night.

A dreamless night.

Early the next morning, Rigg and the others hadn't gotten up yet.

Neville's shout of surprise came from outside the door. The voice became clearer and clearer, getting closer and closer to their dormitory.

With a final "bang", the bedroom door was knocked open.

Rigg rolled over, and Harry grumbled in pain.

Ron shouted in a mosquito voice: "Okay, we went to the Forbidden Forest yesterday. Be quiet and let us sleep a little longer."

He thought he was roaring, but in fact the sound was so low that it could only be heard if it was quiet in the dormitory.

Neville apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you guys weren't up yet. It's time for Defense Against the Dark Arts class..."

Before Neville could finish speaking, Rig stood up suddenly.

"No, I forgot that we have classes today. Get up, get up, Hermione might have been waiting for us down there for a long time!"

He jumped up anxiously and got out of bed. Harry and Ron's bed curtains were opened by him.

Harry rubbed the soft feather pillow for the last time nostalgically, opened his eyes, put on his slippers and got out of bed to wash up.

Ron sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

He didn't sleep well last night, dreaming that he was fighting against Voldemort.

But he didn't know any spells and was eaten by Voldemort.

Anxious and regretful for not studying hard, he cried bitterly in Voldemort's belly.

When he woke up today, his tears from the night were streaming down his pillow. His pillow was still wet today.

Neville looked around and then hesitantly finished his sentence, "But Professor Quirrell has asked for leave, and Professor McGonagall has just informed us that we have a break today and can move around freely."

The trio immediately stood up and started washing up, looking at Neville in disbelief.

Is there such a good thing?

The four looked at each other, and Neville nodded firmly.

"Professor McGonagall came here personally and told us to have a good rest. I saw it with my own eyes."

Rigg and the others cheered, and Harry threw himself back into the warm bed.

Rigg brushed his teeth while recalling yesterday's plan.

After spitting out the last mouthful of foam, Rigg shouted: "Harry, Ron, don't sleep."

Harry and Ron lay in a daze on the bed, lazily turning over themselves.

"What's wrong? Come back and lie down for a while. It's so comfortable to stay in bed."

Harry urged Rigg to try out his new pillow.

This is what he saw in the newspaper two days ago. He was surprised to find that the wizard actually used the newspaper to advertise, and then the owl could directly transport the package by air. He immediately ordered a large pillow that looked very soft.

Rigg looked up and saw that Neville was out again.

Then he whispered to Harry and the others: "I heard Madam Pomfrey and the others saying that the injured unicorn would be sent to the medical room. Don't you want to go and see it?"

Harry began to hesitate, and Ron's eyes widened, "You saw a unicorn yesterday, why didn't you tell me more about it?"

"Come on, let's go see the unicorn we saved."

Rigg dragged Harry and Ron up one by one.

Wait until they come to the downstairs lounge.

Sure enough, Hermione was already sitting in her usual spot reading a book.

Hearing footsteps, Hermione looked up and saw that it was Harry and the others, and her eyes lit up.

"Let's go to the library today. Professor McGonagall said that Defense Against the Dark Arts class is cancelled. The final exam is coming soon."

Hermione began to ramble on about how much of her review plan had not yet been completed, and the little wizard who was playing cards next to her looked at each other and couldn't continue playing cards.

Harry and Ron gasped. Hermione's "go to the library" meant going to the library for a whole day.

He had to listen to the rustling of her notes and the sound of turning books all day long. Harry, who was not anxious at first, started to worry about his grades.

That's not the case with Ron. He never worries about grades.

Long live passing, one more point wasted!

Rigg shook his head and told Hermione about the poor unicorn.

"Oh, well, you should go check it out."

Hermione thought for a while, put down the book, and prepared to go see unicorns with Rigg and the others.

That was a unicorn, and Hermione had never seen a live, moving unicorn.

Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed Hermione and ran away.

Afraid of being a second too late, Hermione regretted wanting to review again.

Rigg laughed and followed them.

The infirmary at Hogwarts is actually the school hospital. The therapist Madam Pomfrey usually works in a huge office full of information on the second floor of the castle, next to the school hospital.

The school hospital is also on the second floor of the castle, where simple medical services can be provided.

Generally speaking, Madam Pomfrey can cure most ordinary magical injuries and diseases.

Even if there is nothing you can do to deal with it temporarily, you can still transfer it to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic for treatment.

But this time the unicorn was so seriously injured that Madam Pomfrey was worried that he would die of excessive blood loss before he could hold on to St. Mungo's.

Moreover, the current therapists at St. Mungo's are basically her former classmates, just thinking about what those people were like at school.

Madam Pomfrey vowed to have a good rest and never get sick, and even if she did get sick, she would treat herself if she could.

This time the unicorn's condition was a little beyond her capabilities, and Madam Pomfrey sent overnight letters to the best healers she knew.

I hope I can get help from Stephanie Day.

They were Slytherin classmates in the same class. They lived very close to each other in the dormitory and often acted together.

If there is any healer in the world that Madam Pomfrey trusts, it must be Stephanie.

Stephanie, who was still sleeping in Dai's old house, was awakened by the sound of an owl's talons tapping on the window.

Nigel has been away from the old house recently.

He had to go to Dean to apply for a pensieve, and he had to discuss with his tribe a joint plan with the Savior. He was so exhausted that he usually just slept in the Literary Residence.

She put on her nightgown and stood up, walking to the window.

The moonlight was still bright tonight, and Stephanie took the letter.

She stepped aside to let the owl come in to rest and read the letter carefully in the moonlight.

She was delighted by the contact with her long-lost best friend, and was touched by Pomfrey's compliments on her healing abilities.

After marrying into the Dai family, she was busy with family affairs. Only when she occasionally passed by the study room with four large bookcases would she think of her time at Hogwarts.

And the days when I worked hard for my dream of becoming a therapist.

Although she had no choice but to give up the opportunity to enter St. Mungo's due to family arrangements, her past knowledge has not been forgotten.

Stephanie has always been an excellent academic.

Rigg had always wanted to introduce Hermione to her ever since he met her.

Presumably these two people will have a lot in common.

After reading the letter, Stephanie hurriedly wrote a reply agreeing to the invitation and went to the study to look for information.

The advantages of a pure-blood family are clearly visible at this moment.

The combination of two pure-blood families will only deepen their heritage.

Stephanie soon found out-of-print books and information in the study room that Madam Pomfrey had not found in Hogwarts, and studied them carefully.

Hogwarts Castle is always empty in the early morning.

The little wizard who chirps everywhere like a thousand ducks will only become quiet during class.

Rigg and the others hurried to the school hospital.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I found a row of white curtains hanging to block the students.

Hearing the sound of chaotic footsteps again, Madam Pomfrey shouted angrily: "Don't come in, the school hospital is closed today."

As she spoke, Madam Pomfrey turned out, her forehead covered with sweat drops.

"What's going on with you little wizards? Don't you have any classes right now?"

As soon as Madam Pomfrey opened the curtain, she asked, "Tell me, what's wrong? What are the symptoms?"

"Oh, it's you."

Madam Pomfrey's irritable voice softened a little when she saw that it was Rigg and Harry whom she had met earlier in the morning.

She nodded and helped Rigg and the others lift the curtain, "You are here to see the unicorn, right. Come in. Watch your step."

Rigg and the others walked into this white world on tiptoe.

The decoration of the school hospital is white, from the walls to the bed sheets.

As soon as they came in, Rigg and the others became quiet.

When Madam Pomfrey led them around a corner and around the empty hospital bed, Rigg's eyes widened in surprise: "Mom, why are you here?"

Stephanie, who was pressing the unicorn expressionlessly, raised her face. Her face was covered with blood from the unicorn's struggle.

"Rige, why are you here?"

Stephanie was also surprised. She didn't expect to see her son here, whom she hadn't seen for a semester.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, no one expected such a coincidence.

The rescuer Madam Pomfrey invited was the mother of the little wizard who saved the unicorn.

Rigg quickly explained the situation to Stephanie.

Stephanie smiled proudly after hearing this, he was indeed her son.

While smiling, Stephanie pressed the unicorn's hand harder. She shouted at Pomfrey: "It's already held down. Hurry up and pour the medicine."

Then he lowered his head and threatened the unicorn in a sinister manner: "I told you, don't move. If you do, I will make it impossible for you to move for the rest of your life."

The unicorn's round eyes were full of tears.

He seemed to have entered the tiger's den from a wolf's den. How could this innocent-looking woman be so fierce?

Because he felt the pure heart, the kindness and love from the heart, he did not resist when the two wizards approached him.

After he understood that he was being rescued, the unicorn became more obedient, lifting his legs when asked and closing his eyes when asked.

Who knows, good times only last for a short time.

When the magic rescue is over and it’s time for the final blood replenishment process, the nightmare begins.

Madam Pomfrey was overjoyed when she heard Stephanie's shout, and quickly walked into the inner room to bring out the potion she had just brewed.

This is the blood-replenishing potion that Snape prepared here in advance. It may not taste very good, but the effect is far greater than ordinary blood-replenishing potions on the market.

That damn unicorn just took a sip and smashed the first bowl of potion, struggling all the time.

He still has 7 bowls of blood tonic to drink.

Madam Pomfrey didn't know what he had to resist.

Isn't it normal that good medicine tastes bitter and good medicine tastes bad?

Madam Pomfrey, who accidentally smelled the potion while holding it, immediately retched several times.

"Come on, Dalang, take the medicine."

Rigg took the potion from Madam Pomfrey's hand, who kept retching, and opened the unicorn's mouth while holding his breath.

In the unicorn's eyes, the bowl of earthy-glossy, bubbling potion was getting closer and closer to him...

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