I was inventing at Hogwarts

Rigg and Harry looked at each other.

Harry was a little nervous. Was it because the principal suddenly came to them because of the big noise in the Forbidden Forest yesterday?

But they didn’t violate school rules this time, right?

Harry, who had been breaking school rules by going out at night recently, felt a little uncomfortable just thinking about meeting the principal.

Rigg looked at Stephanie, suddenly realized and asked, "Is the Pensieve still in the old house?"

Stephanie replied with a puzzled look on her face: "It's gone. Nigel took it away two days ago. I don't know where to put it."

Rigg happily nudged Harry with his elbow and prompted: "Pensieve!"

"ah!"

Harry could hardly control the raised corners of his mouth, and happiness wanted to overflow from his eyes.

Harry immediately urged Professor McGonagall to go find the principal, which was completely different from his previous cold reaction.

After seeing it, Rigg only felt that the human world was real.

Professor McGonagall didn't know what they were playing, but she nodded and prepared to take them to Dumbledore.

Before Rigg left, he made an appointment with Hermione to meet in the library in the afternoon.

Ron looked at Rigg and Harry who were about to leave, and then at Hermione who was looking at him.

Suddenly, to his horror, he realized that he seemed to be going to the library with Hermione.

The happy smile on his face because he touched the unicorn disappeared without a trace for a while.

Ron rubbed his red hair, his mind working wildly, and he stammered to Hermione that he suddenly had a stomachache.

Hermione pinched her wand and looked at him with a sneer.

Madam Pomfrey said with a faint smile: "It doesn't matter, this is the campus hospital. I have whatever medicine you want."

Stephanie also looked at the little wizards in front of her with amusement. They reminded her of the time when she studied at Hogwarts.

"I'm also good at healing spells."

The two consecutive blows from Madam Pomfrey and Stephanie completely shattered Ron's wish to say that he didn't feel well anywhere and not go to the library.

Ron couldn't find any excuse anymore. With a grimace on his face, he followed Hermione with heavy steps.

Just thinking about whether he was going to spend the day in the library, or with Hermione, the king of volumes.

Ron's red hair had dimmed, and his whole person was about to turn black and white.

Rigg and Harry finished laughing at Ron and followed Professor McGonagall laughingly.

The principal's office is in a separate small tower.

Rigg and the others followed Professor McGonagall through countless corridors and up four or five stairs that could change direction at any time before arriving at the door of Dumbledore's office.

The first thing they saw was a huge stone beast. The stone beast was responsible for guarding the principal's office and needed to answer the password set by the principal correctly in order to pass.

Professor McGonagall crossed her arms and thought for a while, "Oh, today...what kind of candy is today."

"Jelly slugs."

Professor McGonagall, who finally remembered today's password, shook her head. She really disagreed with Dumbledore's strange taste.

The stone beast heard the correct command and spun out of the way.

Behind it is a tall spiral staircase. At the end of the staircase is the principal's office.

It was a beautiful oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffon.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward and pulled the knocker.

Rigg and the others heard a familiar voice say, "Please come in."

open the door.

This is a spacious and beautiful round room filled with the smell of sweet toffee and hot tea.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk with a smile and nodded to Professor McGonagall, Rigg and Harry.

"Rig!" Nigel stood up immediately from sitting on the sofa.

He hadn't seen his precious son for a long time.

Stephanie complained to him every day. Before school started, we spent less time together and more time apart. We were all busy with replacing quills and did not cherish the last parent-child time.

Nigel, the leader of the dignified clan, has not rested in the old house for a few days.

Stephanie, who missed her children, kicked her out and had to sleep on a small bed in the store.

Dumbledore also stood up, leading Rigg and the others to look at the small table covered with gray cloth next to the window.

There is also an empty bird stand next to the table.

Rigg suspected that this was where the phoenix Fox lived.

"I heard what Nigel said. I'm glad that Harry has such a good friend." Dumbledore swallowed the last bite of toffee in his mouth.

Before Rigg and the others arrived, he had just finished a careful discussion with Nigel.

This was a very smart and wealthy family, and the best part was that there was no other choice, and Dumbledore was satisfied.

He came out from behind the desk, put his arm around Nigel's shoulders and walked towards the pensieve.

Nigel looked uncomfortable but still smiled cooperatively.

"Yes, we happen to have a pensieve given by Nicolas Flamel at home. I am very happy to be able to help the savior Harry Potter in a little way."

Nigel's heart was bleeding when he said this.

The pensieve is not a common alchemical creation. The ones currently on the market are basically the works of Nicoléme, and they are expensive but not marketable.

I gave it to Harry Potter this time, and he probably won't come back.

However, Dumbledore was indeed a very good leader. After they showed their sincerity and surrendered, they did not let the Dai family suffer.

Not only will he soon sign the joint contract with Harry Potter that he had already discussed, Dumbledore is also willing to buy one and get two free.

Of course, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry also has its own operating funds. Starting from the next school year, it will purchase Literen Habitat products for teaching, examinations and the learning consumption of young wizards.

In addition, Dumbledore has high prestige in the British wizarding community and has his own followers.

Of course the Ministry of Magic also needs office supplies.

Although Dumbledore only said that he could push it, in Nigel's eyes it was already a certainty.

What made him even more happy was that Dumbledore even wanted to promote the Literary Mansion to the international wizarding world, and the International Wizengamot Tribunal could have a trustworthy partner.

The Wizengamot is the highest court in the wizarding world, and Dumbledore, the most powerful white wizard, is also the chief wizard of this institution.

A rare but useless item in their family was exchanged for long-term and stable cooperation and protection.

If he didn't still have a little bit of wealth and cultivation, Nigel would have laughed out loud on the spot.

From being a precarious family that was always being targeted, to being protected and taken under Dumbledore's wing, and about to make a fortune, Nigel only wondered why he hadn't thought of Dumbledore before.

Rigg did know the answer to this question.

Without playing with Harry, who was being watched by Dumbledore, Dumbledore was still the scheming and suspicious leader.

There were so many people who wanted to surrender to the most powerful white wizard. Dumbledore was very selective, but in the end he didn't accept many.

Nigel lifted up the gray cloth, revealing an ordinary deep stone-gray basin with a circle of mysterious patterns carved around it.

Just staring for a while, Rigg felt like his soul was being sucked in.

Rigg shook his head and said to Harry: "Nigel will use a memory recovery spell. You tell me the beginning at the beginning of the memory you want to save, and the end at the end. It's very simple."

Rigg picked up his wand and pointed it at Harry's temple.

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