I was inventing at Hogwarts

Ron's face was filled with happiness, and he was ready to tell new adventure stories in the cafeteria later.

Hermione's face suddenly drooped, and she reluctantly let go of Rigg. She looked at Ron, the fool who had no eyesight at all, and her fists hardened.

Did you tie your bow tie right?

Hermione wants to hit Ron now!

Pound her little friend hard!

Rigg also felt a little regretful.

He hadn't yet figured out what shampoo Hermione had changed to, but it smelled pretty good, and he wanted to change it to this one later.

Hermione, who was a little shy, went to the door of the medical room to wait for them. She didn't dare to look at Rigg now.

Rigg originally wanted to ask her opinion on Ron's tie, but Hermione's eyes were evasive, and every time they met, she would look elsewhere in panic.

Hermione ran away as if she were running away. Rigg and Harry gave Ron enthusiastic instructions for a long time, but the bow tie he finally tied was still ugly, wrinkled and numb.

In the end, Ron gave up. He cleared his throat, straightened the unsightly bow tie, and comforted himself, "Something is better than nothing."

The bruises on Harry and Ron's faces had not faded yet, which was very eye-catching.

On the way to the cafeteria, Rigg heard more "Wows" than he had ever heard in his life.

Watching them from a distance, the little wizards of the badger courtyard were clustered together like reindeer groups. After a while, a small group of representatives would branch out and ask them stammeringly, "You, are you really?" Did you go to that corridor?"

The person who spoke must have been very excited, and he must emphasize that it was the corridor on the fourth floor that was not allowed to enter.

Other little wizards who were looking forward to them would chirp and add, "And you haven't been punished yet!" "Gryffindor is still number one now!"...

Rigg and Harry always answered the little wizards' 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 enjoying themselves. The same words were repeated a dozen times, and both Rigg and Harry felt like they were turning into parrots.

Ron does have some talent for telling stories.

He answered the little wizards' questions enthusiastically and told stories about their adventures yesterday, but he was only willing to tell a little bit.

After the little wizard who was so anxious that he didn't dare to come over from a distance also urged him, he calmly said that he was hungry and would go to the cafeteria to speak.

As a result, more and more young wizards followed Rigg and the others, and everyone wanted to hear the second half of Ron's story.

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

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

Today is not the school year dinner, it is tomorrow.

Professor Flitwick was puzzled and couldn't figure out why so many young wizards came to the cafeteria.

Several first-year wizards from Yingyuan just said goodbye to him and left the cafeteria after eating. Why did they come back?

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

"Oh, you little wizards."

Seeing that there was a lot of fun to be seen, Professor Flitwick happily turned back to the cafeteria, found his seat and sat down, waiting for the performance of the foursome.

At this moment, he showed how good he was as a spell master.

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

Rigg raised his eyebrows.

As they passed the House Cup, they marveled at the stains on the hourglass that belonged to Gryffindor.

Who would have thought that Gryffindor would regain the top spot so quickly when points were deducted at the beginning of school.

Hearing the gossip, Neville hurriedly rushed to the cafeteria and said breathlessly: "Listen, you must come to the year-end banquet tomorrow. Even if Madam Pomfrey disagrees, you must come secretly."

Speaking of Madam Pomfrey, Neville was filled with fear. She was really a majestic witch.

He said with pride again, "The scores have been calculated. Of course, our Gryffindor won first place. Although because Harry missed the last Quidditch match, we were beaten by the Ravenclaw team. It's a shame. But fortunately, Rigg and Hermione have been adding points to Gryffindor, and we are still higher than Ravenclaw in the end. As for Slytherin..."

Neville laughed. He hated the little wizards of Slytherin House who had been teasing him. "After the scores of the Academy Cup were fixed, it was discovered that Slytherin was third. They were all very angry. You should really come and watch." watch."

Rigg was not interested in this kind of gossip that had already decided the outcome. With the extra points, he certainly knew that Gryffindor could win.

The foursome were already starving, and the few plates of food that Madam Pomfrey brought before were not enough for the little wizard who had spent a whole night's energy.

As soon as Rigg and the others sat down, they started stuffing hot meat cream soup into their mouths. The hot soup soothed their intestines and stomachs, and now their stomachs felt full.

Rigg sighed happily, stood up, grabbed a basket full of large chicken drumsticks on the table, divided them among himself, Harry and Hermione, and sat down again.

Normally, Ron would have quarreled with Rigg because he loved eating big chicken drumsticks the most.

But today was different from the past. Ron only stuffed a few slices of dry bread into his mouth. He choked and rolled his eyes. He took a gulp of the soup that Harry handed him before he recovered.

Compared with telling stories to an entire Hogwarts little wizard, a big chicken drumstick is nothing!

Big Chicken Legs: Love disappears, right?

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

Everyone squeezed to make room for Ron.

Ron pulled a chair and sat down, and then began to talk excitedly about the adventure story he had thought of for a long time, and each of the four members had a highlight.

Even the little wizards who were eating couldn't eat anymore, and the senior wizards gave Ron a "loud voice".

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

Eat a chicken drumstick, and dozens of people behind you are staring at you. When you raise your head, they are looking at you from all directions.

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

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

It was already evening, the dining hall was brightly lit, and the Great Hall of Hogwarts had not been so lively for a long time.

Rigg and the others said hello to Ron, who was still telling stories, and then went to the kitchen to find Hagrid.

Needless to say, after listening carefully, Rigg discovered that Ron was really gifted in public speaking. The plot he designed was much more exciting and interesting than their real adventure.

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

When they arrived at the cafeteria, they looked at Despair Hagrid.

Hagrid was sitting on a mountain of pumpkins that was taller than him. Behind him were countless house elves who were busy preparing for tomorrow's meal.

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Happy, my fingers seem to be healed today and they don’t hurt when touching water. I want to take a bath but I am worried about infection, hey.

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

The following are his original words

"Don't think that the fever will go away. My mother's fever went away after three days. She was in good spirits on the fourth day, but she was tired.

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