i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 24 This time, Rigg really made a move
"Here, Malfoy." Rigg stood up and looked directly at Malfoy.

Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Harry and Ron stood behind Rigg and showed their attitude.

The other young wizards of Gryffindor stood in a half circle around Rigg, glaring at Malfoy.

Indistinctly, Rigg already looked like the leader of the first-year Gryffindor students.

Malfoy grinned hideously.

Possibly imitating his father.

But his immature face made this expression not intimidating enough, but rather funny.

"I want to put it somewhere for Longbottom to pick it up. How about putting it on a tree?"

"Bring it here!" Harry finally couldn't help shouting.

But Malfoy had hopped on his broom and took off.

What he said before is not bragging, he really flies very well, the lift is smooth and the speed is fast.

Of course, being able to avoid Muggle planes is an exaggeration.

Malfoy's pale blond hair floated in the air.

Levitating at a height parallel to the top of an oak tree, he shouted.

"Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broom, which jumped neatly into his hands.

"No!" cried Hermione Granger, "Mrs. Hooch told us not to move - you could get fired!"

Hearing this, Harry hesitated.

The period of studying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was the happiest time in his life.

Rigg pulled Harry, "Go, Mrs. Hooch can't expel students. If Professor McGonagall comes, I will explain."

Rigg is sure of that.

Under the leadership of this headmaster, Dumbledore, this place is no longer the Hogwarts that would expel students at will and punish students corporal punishment in the past.

What's more, it was Harry Potter, the savior, who resolutely acted to help his companions.

How in the spirit of Gryffindor.

Harry nodded trustingly.

How much Professor McGonagall liked Rig, every student who had taken Transfiguration knew.

Even if they met on the road, Professor McGonagall would have a rare smile on his serious face.

Harry's heart was pounding nervously, and his eardrums were pounding with blood.

He got on his broomstick and kicked the ground hard.

So Harry went up, the air whistling through his hair, his robes whirling behind him - and there was a sudden ecstasy in him, the realization that he had discovered a skill he could teach himself - so easy , so wonderful.

Harry lifted the broomstick a little higher, making it fly even higher.

He heard the screams and gasps of the girls from the ground, and heard a cry of admiration from Ron.

And Rieger arranged for the little wizard, the two went to the school hospital to inform Mrs. Hooch, and the two went to find the voice of Professor McGonagall.

While making arrangements, Rieg taught the little wizard how to speak.

Hermione nodded and repeated as she listened.

When Ron heard that he was going to find Professor McGonagall, his legs were a little weak.

His Transfiguration is not good, and he is really afraid of Professor McGonagall.

But Rigg had it all figured out, and he had long been used to following the arrangements of Rigg, the wisest of them all.

So Ron walked away step by step.

Hermione pulled up his sleeves and ran wildly, "Don't look, we have to find the professor quickly."

Remembering that Harry was still in the sky, Hermione was too worried that something happened to her classmate.

that height...

Thinking of this, Hermione ran even faster, chanting something in her mouth for fear of remembering it wrong.

Harry turned the broom sharply, facing Malfoy in the air.

Malfoy looked taken aback.

"Bring it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off the broom."

"Oh, is it?" Malfoy said.

He wanted to laugh, but the expression on his face was tense.

This goddamn Pot, how can he play Quidditch well.

This was beyond Malfoy's expectations.

Harry seemed to innately know what to do.

He leaned forward, gripped the broom tightly with both hands, and it shot at Malfoy like a javelin.

Malfoy barely dodges.

Harry turned sharply back again, gripping the broom firmly.

A few people below are applauding.

But more people were turned around by Rigg's command, looking for materials everywhere.

Harry and Malfoy flew too high, and Rigg couldn't remember whether Harry was injured this time, so he could only prepare with both hands.

Halfway through the preparations, Rigg heard the sound of his Transfiguration and Levitation upgrades, but he had no time to take care of them.

Looking up, he could see Harry and Malfoy standing in mid-air, facing each other.

Rigg was busy turning the Gryffindor scarf in his hand, someone's pullover and coat into rectangular carpets one by one, and floating in the air layer by layer.

Seeing this scene, the young wizards of Slytherin House talked a lot.

Surprised by Rigg's magical prowess, worried about Malfoy and the Savior in the air.

In fact, they were not sure about Malfoy's Quidditch skills, not to mention that Harry Potter seemed to be riding a broomstick for the first time.

If one of these two people breaks, they will all be miserable.

Thinking of this, Pansy Parkinson pulled off her own scarf and took a few more from her friends.

As soon as the green and silver Slytherin scarf appeared in front of the busy Rigg, Rieg raised his head in surprise.

Pansy squeezed out an inaudible thank you from between her teeth, then turned her head and ran away as if fleeing.

Back in the Slytherin team she was still sullen.

The friends looked at each other, no one dared to tease Pan Xi's whiskers at this moment.

As a result, the Slytherin side slowly fell silent.

"You don't have Crabbe and Goyle here, Malfoy," Harry called.

Malfoy seemed to have the same idea.

"Here, let's see if you can catch it!" He yelled, threw the glass ball high into the air, and then quickly landed on the ground.

Now Rigg's carpet phalanx was finally completed.

Malfoy looked down at the carpet phalanx above the lawn in surprise.

Damn, when was this built, where did the carpet come from!
Rigg kept adjusting his breathing and outputting magic power steadily.

Four or five layers of fluffy and irregular carpets were floating up and down in the air-Rieger really didn't have the magic power and time to modify and standardize the shape of those carpets, as long as it worked.

Harry saw the glass ball rise into the sky in what seemed to be slow motion, and then began to fall.

He leaned forward, pointing the broomstick downward.

Malfoy gritted his teeth tightly, looking at the carpet he knew that he couldn't get the result he wanted again today.

In the blink of an eye, Harry was speeding down in a dive, chasing the glass ball.

The wind whistling in his ears, mixed with the screams of the little wizard below, saw him reach out and catch the glass ball two feet above the ground.

Then he slowed down reassuringly, and crashed into the Gryffindor-colored carpet, landing smoothly with the carpet, Harry clutching the memory ball firmly in his hand.

"Harry Potter!"

Professor McGonagall finally arrived belatedly.

Behind her were Ron waving excitedly to the others and Hermione smiling.

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