i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 19 Rigg, Hungry, Help
Potions class has just ended, five minutes to three in the afternoon.

The trio of Rigg, Harry, and Ron left the castle and walked across the fields towards Hagrid's cottage.

Just at breakfast time today, Harry suddenly received an invitation for afternoon tea from Hagrid.

The time is set at 03:30, in a cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, which is Hagrid's home.

Hagrid had been keeping an eye on the kid he'd brought into the wizarding world, and really wanted to know how Harry's first week had been.

Harry readily agreed to go.

Before Rigg saved the Potions class, Harry had been prepared for the worst Potions class he'd ever had.

After a bad day, drink afternoon tea together and eat rock cakes that Hagrid said he made very delicious when they first met.

It was the best thing Harry could think of to soothe his day.

Harry was full of anticipation.

Rieg, who was eating together, saw the note Hedway brought.

Relying on the already blurred memory, it seemed that he could see the dragon in Hagrid's place.

So, he took the initiative to apply to meet Hagrid with Harry.

See the dragon take me one! ! !
Thinking of seeing the dragon with his own eyes, Rieg quickened his pace excitedly.

The wand in his hand seemed to be trembling with his mood.

Ron doesn't care where he goes, he just wants to act with his friends.

Now I can ask Rigg how to answer Snape's question, so that I can go back to the Gryffindor lounge and blow it up later, that would be great.

Thinking of returning to the lounge after a while, a group of little wizards would gather around him, listening to his story in potions class.

Ron laughed happily, not even realizing that he had stopped.

Intoxicated with fantasy, he becomes the focus of the crowd at night.

Ron just broke free from his fantasy, and when he looked up, he saw that Rigg had gone a long way.

Shouting anxiously, "Rig, wait for me!"

Rigg had just calmed down, too.

Isn't it a dragon?
Look at how you've never seen the world!

Hearing Ron's shout, he turned around and found that both Harry and Ron were far behind.

"Hurry up, don't keep Hagrid waiting." Rigg turned to Harry and Ron.

That's a dragon!

Harry was originally following behind Rigg, but the closer he got to Hagrid's cabin, the slower he walked.

Rigg looked confusedly at Harry who took two steps and started to walk slowly.

"Harry, what's the matter with you? It won't be long before the time you and Hagrid agreed on."

Harry rummaged through his knapsack for the seventh time as he walked, sweating profusely.

"I know, I know." Harry pushed the frame of his glasses with one hand, which had slipped off due to sweat.

Harry didn't have much time left.

Rieg recalled what Harry had been like along the way, and suddenly realized.

"Harry, have you lost something?"

Harry continued to rummage through the bag, saying absently, "I lost my nib."

"Damn it, I guess it's really lost."

Harry closed the last pocket angrily.

It was a gift from Hagrid.

He was really grateful to Hagrid for the replacement quills and Hedwig during the week of admission.

Needless to say, Hedwig didn't send him a few letters.

But that's his problem, and it wouldn't be like this if he had family.

Harry thought enviously.

Even if Aunt Petunia would write to him.

And the interchangeable quills really helped him.

It never occurred to him that he would have to write such, so, such a long dissertation as homework when he went to magic school.

Without a replacement quill, Harry couldn't help shivering.

Does he have to carry two boxes of quills and ink every term?

Rigg trembled when he heard the keyword of pen tip.

Dreaming back to the days when I worked overtime in the old house.

"Oh, that replaceable quill, isn't it?" Ron waved his hand pretending to be free and easy.

"I just said that was useless, expensive and impractical."

Ron was lying, he was actually envious.

Of the new Gryffindors this year, he and Neville were the only ones who didn't buy refill quills.

He was because Mrs. Weasley was unwilling to spend more money on such consumables.

If the quill is bald, you can cut it off, and it will still be as good as new.

It works perfectly.

Mrs. Weasley said that to every child in the house.

But she bought a full ten replacement quills and matching nibs for Arthur Weasley, who worked at the Ministry of Magic, aka Mr. Weasley!

Neville was his grandma trying to hone his will.

Although Neville didn't understand how this would temper his will, but he was a filial child, so he had no objections.

"But it was a gift from Hagrid," said Harry sadly.

Hedwig wasn't at the Owl House today, and the only gift Harry could take to show Hagrid to thank Hagrid for the gift was this quill.

But now he lost it!

Harry ruffled his hair in frustration, his black hair clawing and clawing, looking even messier.

Harry was breaking down, and when he looked up, he saw Rigg who seemed to be holding back a smile.

Harry:?
"Well, ahem." Rieger managed to hold back a smile.

He really didn't expect that it was this question that troubled Harry for a long time.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked a little annoyed.

He really wanted to thank Hagrid for his gift, and Rieg was still laughing at him when he was in such a hurry.

Even if Rigg just saved his life...

Thinking of Potions, Harry's anger faded away.

Now there is only regret.

I'm so stupid, really.

If you regret not looking at the pen tip all the time, you should confirm that you put it away before going back to your room.

He didn't even know where or when he lost it.

By the time the reaction came back it was gone.

It's all his fault that the gift can't be found now.

Hagrid was bound to be mad at him.

Harry hugged his backpack lonely and thought about it, and said to Rigg and Ron, "I'm not going to see Hagrid anymore, you guys go."

Ron was dumbfounded, "No, buddy, if you don't go, why should we go?"

Rigg thought silently about his dragon.

Seeing that Harry was almost squatting and pretending to be a mushroom, Rigg patted Harry.

"Don't be in a hurry."

Rigg smiled mysteriously and motioned for Harry to give him the bag.

Harry handed the backpack to Rigg bewilderedly and trustingly.

Could Rigg save him again?

Hope rekindled in Harry's heart, and he looked at Rieg expectantly.

Rigg poured out parchment, today's textbook, chocolate frogs, a big chicken leg wrapped in paper but still completely cold from Harry's unremarkable backpack that was unexpectedly able to hold it...

Ron yelled, "I knew you ate the last drumstick!"

Rigg searched intently, and Harry's unconvinced retort "I didn't eat!"

Finally, from the bottom of the backpack, Rigg found the replacement quill that Harry was carrying today.

Rigg returned the knapsack to Harry and picked up the crushed mess of the quill.

Seeing Rigg's confident smile, Harry and Ron held their breath.

Rigg pointed his wand at the quill.

"Recover the nib!"

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