i invent at hogwarts

It was mid-sun at this time, and the warm sunlight shone through the thin curtains into the room. Harry grunted a few indistinct moans, and reluctantly opened his eyes.

It's not that he wants to get up, it's that the curtains in this room are too thin, as soon as the sun rises, the whole room will be brightened.

Even if Harry tried his best to cover his eyes with the quilt, he could only sleep until ten o'clock at most.

Harry was still using the "broken" curtain, of course for a reason.

This is Aunt Petunia's most beloved piece of fabric, and the white curtains have fine grain patterns, which are expensive at first glance.

As a child, Harry once heard Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon discussing how to use this expensive white cloth when he was frying bacon for the Dursleys in a frying pan one morning.

This kind of discussion happened countless times later, but this piece of fabric was finally put at the bottom of the box by Aunt Petunia, saving it for the really important moment in the future.

For example, their baby Dudley's birthday party, or Uncle Vernon's promotion, in short, it has nothing to do with Harry, and he is not even allowed to touch it.

Of course Harry knew what the Dursleys' real treasures were.

Mind you, this little black-haired, green-eyed boy named Harry will take back what he lost.JPG
He asked Aunt Petunia to take out all those things that he was not allowed to touch, all of which were fake Liwei.

The effect of Rieger's visit with the black-faced Professor Snape last time was immediate.

As soon as Rigg and the others walked out of the house, the Dursleys collapsed on the ground in a daze, hugging each other as if they were alive after a catastrophe.

Uncle Vernon was panting like a short-breathing rhinoceros, and his small eyes had lost their previous shrewdness.

When Harry returned to the Dursleys' house after a day of playing in Hogsmeade, he saw three figures sitting at the dining table, waiting for him.

Seeing Harry, Aunt Petunia gave him a stiff smile, and she could tell she wasn't used to it, and so was Harry.

Whatever he asked, the Dursleys answered like three nodding idiots.

Finally recovering, it may also be because of Rigg and the others' departure. Dudley, who was gradually waking up from the aftereffects of the spell, almost screamed and gave Harry his room.

He was afraid that speaking a second late would make the monster in front of him unhappy.

Aunt Petunia was the same, racking her brains to figure out how to save her baby Dudley from being killed by those wizards.

Asked Dudley to sleep in his room, asked Aunt Petunia to make him a big meal every day, and Uncle Vernon should use honorifics when speaking to him...Harry thought hard for a long time, and finally met the tired and terrified eyes of the Dursleys. , and proposed that he want this piece of fabric that Aunt Petunia hadn't been willing to use for five years for curtains.

Aunt Petunia's heart was bleeding, and she made a "hehe" sound from her throat, as if she was about to convulse.

Aunt Petunia, who kept opening and closing her mouth, hesitated for a long time before saying anything.

Uncle Vernon didn't care about Petunia's struggles. In his opinion, it was just a piece of expensive cloth, so he immediately agreed to give it to Harry.

Petunia was so dumbfounded that her eyes almost popped out, she looked at Fernon beside her like a frog.

Anyway, in the end Harry had a much softer bed than he had slept on the first day back at the Dursleys'.

Dudley's room was indeed the best in the Dursleys.

It is not practical to have this one, but Harry is happy to see the curtains, and the cook Petunia is always on call downstairs to make a big meal for him.

Harry, who hadn't fully woken up, squinted his eyes and looked at the dust floating up and down in the air. He knew it was already noon.

Thinking about what big meal Aunt Petunia would make today, Harry touched his stomach that had been flattened all night, and finally rubbed the soft goose down pillow under his cheek with nostalgia.

The unexpected, wet touch made Harry jump up immediately. He sat cross-legged on the bed, wrinkled his nose, and made a sound of "噫~".

Harry rubbed his cheek with the sleeve of his pajamas in disgust, even if it was his own saliva, he didn't want to touch it.

Hearing a rush of footsteps, he just raised his head, and saw Rig and a somewhat familiar white-haired old man behind him, and behind them, Aunt Petunia standing at the door, stretching her neck nervously to observe .

"This, this is tears!"

Harry explained reflexively, but apparently, the young and old in front of Harry did not believe his nonsense.

Rieger smiled at Harry who hadn't seen him for a long time, and then Harry realized that he shouted in surprise and joy.

"Rig!"

For a while, not to mention that Rigg didn't think of Harry, Harry actually didn't think of his little friend in the wizarding world either.

Harry tried to hide his embarrassment with an enthusiastic cry, his toes gripping the sheet under the covers.

If it weren't for the fact that there were still people around at this moment, Harry really wanted to slap himself twice.

Gently kind.

He actually didn't think of the three good friends who agreed to send letters to each other for a whole week. Harry was about to be overwhelmed by his own guilt just thinking about Rigg's expectant eyes when they parted.

Even the friendship between Rigg and the others, as well as the magic of the wizarding world, is hard to beat that the Dursleys, who used to ignore Harry's answers but are now obedient to Harry, have given Harry a refreshing feeling.

"This is really tears, I think you and Ron secretly cried in the middle of the night!"

Seeing the sarcasm in Rigg's eyes, Harry immediately jumped up and swore with Rigg.

Otherwise, Harry thought about Rieger's bad intentions.

Of the four of them, Rigg was recognized as the smartest, the worst, and the most mischievous.

Harry had no doubts that Rigg could have spread the word through Gryffindor without an explanation.

Who could be good enough to hang out with the Weasley twins?
That guy Ron might be excited to tell stories about the savior drooling.

Harry hated Ron's bad habit, and it was Ron who spread the pink love wool socks he wore before.

Seeing Harry's resistance in every possible way, Rieger didn't comment, but just shrugged.

"Hey hey hey, it's nothing." Rieger's concerned eyes swept over Harry's body, and he raised his wand and poked it back and forth on Harry.

The detection spells that Nigel and Stephanie had used on him were cast by Rieger one by one. Nicholas smiled satisfied behind Rieger, and he stroked his beard.

Nicole May was most satisfied with Rieger's reserve of spells, and this was one of the points that Rieger impressed him with.For Rieger's age, even if he directly halved the spells he knew, Nicole May felt that he was a very talented little wizard.

"Oh, Harry Potter looks happy!"

A sharp voice that Harry had never heard before came from behind the white-bearded old man, and Harry looked over curiously.

"Come out, Dobby."

Updated, sorry.

I've been busy starting school recently, good night, brothers!