i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 109 Eavesdropping Curse

Ron's face was full of happiness, and he was ready to go to the cafeteria to tell new adventure stories in a while.

Hermione's face drooped instantly, and she reluctantly let go of Rigg.She looked at Ron, a fool who had no eyesight, and her fist hardened.

Do you have your bow tie right?
Hermione wants to hit Ron now!
Smack her buddy hard!
Rigg also felt a little regretful.

He hasn't smelled what shampoo Hermione has changed to, but it smells pretty good, and Rigg wants to change to this one later.

The shy Hermione went to wait for them at the door of the medical room first, she didn't dare to look at Rigg now.

Rigg wanted to ask her opinion on Ron's bow tie, but Hermione's eyes dodged, and every time they met, they looked away in a panic.

Hermione ran away as if to escape, Rigg and Harry pointed Ron enthusiastically for a long time, but the bow tie that was finally tied was still ugly, wrinkled and messy.

In the end Ron also gave up. He cleared his throat, straightened the ugly bow tie, and comforted himself, "It's better than nothing."

The bruises on both Harry's and Ron's faces hadn't faded, and they were striking.

On the way to the cafeteria, Rieger heard more "wows" than he had in his entire life.

Looking at them from a distance, the little wizards of the Badger Yard were clustered together, like reindeer regiments. Every little while, a small representative group would be separated and asked them stammeringly, "You, are you really good?" Did you go to that hallway?"

The speaker must be beaming, and he must emphasize that it is the corridor on the fourth floor that is not allowed to enter.

Other little wizards who were looking forward to watching them would chirp and add, "And you haven't been punished yet!" "Gryffindor is still No.1!"...

Rigg and Harry always answered the little wizard's questions gently, but Ron didn't think so.

He sighed happily, and took the initiative to take on the job.

The other three people were also happy and leisurely, repeating the same few words more than ten times, Rigg and Harry felt that they were going to become parrots.

Ron does have a bit of a talent for storytelling.

He answered the little wizards' questions enthusiastically, and told stories of their adventures yesterday, but only a little.

After the little wizard who was too anxious to come over from a distance also urged him, he said calmly that he was hungry, and if he wanted to talk, he would go to the cafeteria to talk.

As a result, more and more little wizards followed Rigg and the others, and everyone wanted to hear the second half of the story that Ron kept alive.

Ron didn't even finish Fluffy the three-headed dog!

Professor Flitwick, who had just finished eating, walked out of the cafeteria humming a song, and was startled by the crowded scene before him. He opened his eyes wide in surprise and asked, "What's going on here? What happened?"

Today is not the school year dinner, tomorrow is.

Professor Flitwick was puzzled, and couldn't think of what so many little wizards were doing in the cafeteria.

A few first-year little wizards from the Eagle Academy just said goodbye to him, and left the cafeteria after eating, why did they come back again?

When Rigg emerged from the crowd, pulled Hermione, followed by Ron who held his head high and Harry who covered his face, and they rushed out together, Professor Flitwick understood.

"Oh, you little wizards."

Seeing that there was something lively to watch, Professor Flitwick happily turned around and went back to the cafeteria, found his seat and sat down, waiting for the group of four to perform.

This moment reflects the charm of the master of spells.

Professor Flitwick wasn't worried at all that he couldn't hear Rigg's conversation in the distance. He hung a completely transparent ear on Ron's bow tie, and he could hear every word clearly.

Rigg raised an eyebrow.

When they passed the Academy Cup, they were amazed at the gemstones belonging to Gryffindor in the hourglass.

When they were deducted points at the beginning of school, who would have thought that Gryffindor would return to the number one position so quickly.

Hearing the gossip on the way, Neville, who rushed to the cafeteria, panted and said, "Listen, you must come to the year-end banquet tomorrow, even if Madam Pomfrey disagrees, you must come secretly."

Speaking of Madam Pomfrey, Neville felt lingering fear, she was really a very dignified witch.

He said proudly again, "The scores are all calculated. Of course, our Gryffindor won No.1. Although because Harry missed the last Quidditch game, we were beaten by the Ravenclaw team." It's a waste of time. Fortunately, Rigg and Hermione have been giving Gryffindor points, and we are still higher than Ravenclaw in the end. As for Slytherin..."

Neville laughed, he hated the little wizard of Slytherin house who kept teasing him, "After the score of the house cup was fixed, it was found that Slytherin was third. They were all pissed off, you really should come and see watch."

Rieger is not interested in this kind of gossip that has already set the result. For the points he adds, he certainly knows that Gryffindor can win.

The four of them were already starving, and the few plates of food that Madam Pomfrey had brought earlier were not enough for the little wizard who had consumed his energy all night.

As soon as Rigg and the others sat down, they began to stuff their mouths with hot creamy soup of meat cubes. The hot soup appeased their stomachs properly, and only now did their stomachs feel full.

Rigg sighed happily, stood up, grabbed a basket full of big chicken legs on the table, and sat down again after giving him, Harry, and Hermione a share.

If it was normal, Ron would definitely quarrel with Rieger, he loves big chicken drumsticks the most.

But today was different, Ron only stuffed a few slices of dry bread into his mouth, choked him so much that he rolled his eyes, and gulped down the thick soup Harry handed him before recovering.

Compared to telling stories to a whole Hogwarts little wizard, the big chicken leg Fela is terrible!
Big Drumstick: Love disappears, right?

Ron stood up after taking a few bites, and the little wizard who had been following them was overjoyed to see Ron finally get up.

Everyone squeezed together to make room for Ron.

Ron pulled a chair and sat down, and then he began to talk happily about the adventure stories he had thought about a long time ago. Each of the four people had a highlight adventure story.

The little wizard who was eating could not eat anymore, and the senior wizard added a "loud voice" to Ron.

After Ron left, Rigg and the others felt more comfortable eating.

Eat a chicken leg, dozens of people behind you are staring at you, and when you look up, they are looking at you from all directions.

Harry was so nervous that his head was buried in the soup, and Rigg and Hermione were not very comfortable.

After Rigg and the three of them finished their meal, they discussed going to Hagrid to see if there was anything they could do to help.

It was already night, the cafeteria was brightly lit, and the Hogwarts auditorium hadn't been this lively for a long time.

Rigg and the others greeted Ron who was still telling the story, and then went to the kitchen to find Hagrid.

Not to mention, after listening carefully, Rigg found that Ron was really talented in speech, and the plot he designed was much more exciting and interesting than their real adventure.

Ron could talk for half an hour about a beating and jumping bulb, and the others listened with gusto.

When they got to the cafeteria, they saw Hagrid of Despair.

Hagrid was sitting on a pumpkin hill that was taller than him, with countless house-elves busy preparing for tomorrow's feast behind him.

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　　Happy, my fingers seem to be healed today, and it doesn't hurt when I touch the water.Want to take a bath and worry about infection, hey.

　　Everyone must pay attention to protection, maybe some readers have read it.The mother of an author I knew died of respiratory failure after a few days of sheep.Don't be careless after recovery. If you feel uncomfortable, you must go to the hospital for examination.

　　Here are his words

　　"Everyone, don't think that it will be enough if the fever subsides. My mother had a fever for 3 days and subsided, and she was in good spirits on the fourth day, but she was just tired.

　　On the fifth day, the body temperature was extremely low, and I was taken to the hospital at night, suspected of heart failure, myocardial infarction, and respiratory failure. After two days and one night, I left. "

　　
　
(End of this chapter)