I was inventing at Hogwarts

It took them a long time to get out of the platform.

A wizened old guard stood guard at the ticket gate, and only two or three people were allowed through at a time, so that they wouldn't come out of the solid walls in large numbers at the same time and attract the attention of the Muggles.

Harry and Hermione hated the old guard who had only three teeth missing, and they didn't know how they recognized him.

If a young wizard from the Muggle world forgets to change into normal clothes, he will be driven back and must change before he can come out.

Harry was ridiculed by the old guard because he forgot to tuck his robes into his waistband.

But facing Rigg and Malfoy who had not changed their clothes at all, the old guard had a different look. He nodded and bowed and gave way.

Harry:?

As he walked out, Rigg explained to Harry and the others that it should be a problem with teleportation on the platform. Maybe only families with a longer history still retain the practice of teleporting directly on the platform.

Although this device has only been around for a hundred or two hundred years, but he wanted to install it on the platform, Rigg smiled and did not continue talking.

Ron opened his mouth in surprise. He had never heard of such a thing.

"If so, I can probably understand why Malfoy is so bloated." Hermione pursed her lips and said unhappily.

This unhappiness was very short-lived. The little wizard who walked out of the platform was like a child at the door of a kindergarten, looking for his parents.

Miraculous squatted on the top of Lige's suitcase, tail wagging happily.

As soon as Rigg came out of the platform, he put his head around to look for Nigel and Stephanie. They had sent him a letter a while ago, saying that they would all come to pick him up.

"In addition to going to see Harry together, don't forget to come to my house this summer," Ron said. "Come all of you, and I will send an owl to invite you!"

"Thanks," Harry said, "I really need something to look forward to."

After hearing what Harry said, Rigg slapped his good brother on the shoulder and said, "Remember to send me your home address and I will go find you during the summer vacation."

When chatting, Harry would occasionally talk about his old life in the Muggle world. Even though there were only a few words, Rigg and the others could guess that Harry was not living a very good life.

Harry didn't want to talk about his past life because he was afraid that Rigg and the others would pity him.

Harry nodded repeatedly after hearing Rigg's words. After living in Hogwarts for such a year, it would be difficult for him to go back and live his original miserable life.

Thank God there was Rigg and the others this summer, otherwise Harry couldn't imagine how he would have gotten through it.

As they walked toward the exit back to the Muggle world, people kept pushing past them.

Some of them shouted: "Bye, Rigg!"

There were others waving to them, "Goodbye, Harry/Ron/Hermione!"

"Am I actually involved?" Ron was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. He grinned and didn't stop until he saw Mrs. Weasley.

The foursome walked forward together, passing through countless little wizards and passing the exit.

"There he is, Mum, there he is, look!" It was Ginny, Ron's sister, but she didn't mean Ron.

"Harry Potter!" she screamed, "Look, Mummy! I see the Savior!"

"Blonde boy?"

Mrs. Weasley shouted back, her eyebrows raised high.

Later, she learned from a magazine that the little wizard she helped on the first day of school was the blond boy from Literary Residence.

Seeing Rigg politely waving hello to them, and her silly son Ron still having fun, Mrs. Weasley sighed, then lowered her head and scolded Ginny, "Don't yell, Ginny, to others. Pointing is rude."

Ginny pursed her lips in displeasure, but did not dare to talk back to Mrs. Weasley.

The foursome pushed the luggage trolley towards Mrs. Weasley, and Rigg saw Nigel and Stephanie standing at the edge of the platform.

Mrs. Weasley looked down at them with a smile. "It's been a busy year, hasn't it? I really hope Ron doesn't cause you any trouble."

"Mom! I'm not a child anymore!"

Ron's smile disappeared in an instant, and his face became round with anger.

Give him some face, Ron wailed in his heart, he is a big shot now!

Rigg and Harry looked at each other with suppressed smiles.

To be honest, Ron is exactly the same now as when they first met.

They are all like red balloons that explode when touched.

Mrs. Weasley has never changed, and Ron may still be a little bit of a baby in her heart.

After just a few words, Hermione was picked up by her parents.

Harry also saw his unreasonable relatives and his family.

The whole family goes out? Harry couldn't believe Aunt Petunia was so kind and loved him so much.

Looking at Dudley, Harry understood. It seemed that today was just Dudley going to class and picking him up.

Dudley waved his gloves eagerly.

But Harry wasn't afraid at all this time. He took out the wand from his waist and turned it around in his hand.

Watching Dudley hide in horror behind Harry's Aunt Petunia, Rigg felt that this was not enough.

They said goodbye to the Weasleys, and as they walked forward, Rigg recalled the posture of little Malfoy, his chin rising higher and higher.

When Rigg and Harry walked up to Harry's uncle, Vernon Dursley, Rigg could basically only look at him through his nostrils.

"Oh, I know you," he said slowly, and Aunt Petunia, looking like an old hen trying to protect her chicks, held Dudley tightly behind her.

Seeing that Rigg didn't come over for a long time, Nigel and Stephanie simply came to find Rigg themselves.

Nigel's appearance is still very intimidating. His hair is neatly combed and shiny, and he wears a robe with exquisite embroidery that looks extremely expensive.

This is what he needs in his usual business talks. You must show your strength so that others will believe that you are really capable of doing this.

From head to toe, Stephanie looks expensive.

A black veil of unknown material covered half of her face. Penny could only occasionally feel the probing and ant-like gaze from behind the veil, which made her feel uncomfortable everywhere in her body.

Aunt Petunia tried to stand up straighter, but was quickly discouraged. Stephanie was wearing a crisp little dress, and she doubted that she would be able to afford such a good one in her life.

Nigel and Stephanie didn't speak after they came over, but standing behind Rigg put great pressure on Harry's relatives and family.

"I know you're not very nice to Harry..." Rigg imitated Snape and snorted impatiently.

The effect of this move seemed to be outstanding. Harry's sturdy uncle was now covered with sweat on his forehead.

As Rigg's eyes fixed on Dudley, Petunia let out a scream and tried to use her skinny body to block her chubby, pig-like son.

Rigg adjusted his clothes and continued: "I will visit Harry during the summer vacation..."

Dudley's face looked pale as if he was going to shudder in the next second.

"If, I mean if," Rigg's soft voice slipped through the ears of everyone present. Harry looked at the ceiling in the distance, and he almost laughed out loud.

"If Harry gets hurt in any way..." Rigg only said half of his words and stopped, his green eyes always staring at Dudley.

Aunt Petunia couldn't bear the heavy pressure at all. She screamed loudly, kept swearing and swearing that she would be good to Harry, and begged Rigg and the others to let her baby Dudley go.

As soon as Rigg nodded with satisfaction, the whole family ran away without even thinking about Harry.

Harry thanked Rigg with a smile and walked forward with small steps and ease. He followed Dudley, who ran out screaming.

Harry quickly disappeared from Rigg's sight, and Nigel, who had been anxious but silent, was finally able to speak.

"We have to go back quickly, Nico Flamel is here"

Volume 1 is officially over! Ball subscription, please recommend tickets and monthly tickets! ! !

Wuhu, the second volume of happiness begins in the evening.

Rigg's inventions require the support of alchemy. Alchemy is not something that a novice can learn, so he has been laying the foundation in the first year.

Now that I have the thigh of Nicoléme, the second year will be great.

Hug your thighs! Hug your thighs!