i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 75 Memory Ball and Gold Gallon

Nigel is responsible for helping Harry to clarify and revive his memory, and Rigg is responsible for extracting the memory and putting it in a crystal bottle for preservation.

This is an operation that has been done many times in the old house, and Lige is proficient.

After all, Elder Dean and his father Nigel are both lazy dogs, and they can throw everything they do by themselves.

Dumbledore watched them quietly, pausing at any time if there was danger.

Harry closed his eyes nervously, countless memories churning in his mind.

Being beaten and scolded by Dudley in elementary school, the morning sunshine in Gryffindor's bedroom, stuffed pies on the Hogwarts Express, standing in the kitchen frying bacon for his aunt, the literati Curie waving at him, the baby Lying in the cradle and grabbing the toys on it...and finally, standing in front of the Mirror of Erised and crying.

Harry choked up and said, "Go."

Rigg held his wand close to Harry's temple, and slowly drew out a wisp of silver-white mist.

Like rolling cotton candy, the mist became more and more solid and whitish.

Hearing Harry say it was over, Rigg flicked his wrist lightly, and the connection was disconnected.

Before the memory dissipated, Rieg quickly put this memory into the crystal bottle.

Nigel no longer revived Harry's memory, and took the crystal bottle.

He pressed his wand firmly over the bottle, and murmured under his breath the spell that stabilized the structure of the memory.

Dumbledore listened with interest and secretly studied.

He really doesn't know how to do this spell.

Everyone felt that he was so powerful that he must know everything.

When Nicole May gave him the Pensieve, he thought that Dumbledore must know and didn't tell.

For so many years, Dumbledore has been drawing memories on the spot and manually putting them into the Pensieve.

The smoke-like memory that seemed to disperse at any time was constantly circling in the bottle, and finally turned into a round gaseous ball, which stopped moving.

Harry, who was standing stiffly with his hands neatly pressed against his wizard's robe on his lap, suddenly felt something cold be pressed against his face, and Harry was startled.

His eyelids, which had been trembling all the time, swung open, eyes full of anticipation.

Just now, he didn't know if the spell had ended, and Harry kept his eyes closed for fear of affecting the effect of the spell.

Through the clear crystal vial, Harry could see the sphere inside, and he looked at Rigg.

Rieg nodded and said, "Yes, this is your memory. When you need it, you can open the bottle and pour it into the Pensieve to see it."

Harry unscrewed the cork carefully and kept on turning it halfway for a long time, making Rigg and Nigel laugh at once.

Nigel laughed and said, "Don't be so careful, this memory is fine for you to step on a few times now, just pour it into the Pensieve."

Rigg suppressed a smile and didn't expose his father, leaving him a layer of underpants.

Nigel has a reason for saying this.

When making a replaceable quill, because I couldn't find an idea for upgrading and optimization.

In extreme rage, he kicked his memory against the wall.

Dumbledore nodded secretly.

The spell is fine, now mine is.

Every time he looked at the memory, he was very gentle, for fear that the memory would be lost in mid-air.

Memories that have not been stabilized in structure will be scattered with the wind as long as there is a small wind, and they will never be remembered again.

This is also the initial function of this magic spell of extracting memory.

Used to help a broken-hearted wizard forget painful memories.

Under Rigg's guidance, Harry poured the memory ball into the Pensieve.

As Rigg pressed his head, Harry felt as if he was submerged underwater, and invisible gas enveloped his mouth and nose, and he couldn't breathe for a while.

Then, his eyes went black, as if he was falling.

When Harry gasped heavily and opened his eyes again, Professor Dumbledore, Rigg and Nigel were all standing in front of him.

They were back in the classroom on that empty night, and the memory of Harry standing in front of the magic mirror weeping.

Harry's face became familiar immediately, he didn't expect that all the snot bubbles came out from his crying that day.

Now it is still seen by the family of the good brother Rigg and Principal Dumbledore!

Harry's heart roared.

As soon as Rigg finished explaining how to leave the memory, Harry couldn't wait to pull everyone away.

The smile on Dumbledore's lips deepened, but it was hidden by his beard and was not noticed by others.

Harry, who answered the principal's office, blushed and stammered, "I, I remember if I have to sign the contract today."

Harry racked his brains for a long time trying to figure out how to change the subject.

Ball ball.

Don't look at me, don't recall what happened just now, you can do whatever you want!
Rigg received Harry's help-seeking gaze and took a step forward, "Our contract is still quite good, has Principal Dumbledore read it?"

Harry's joint sales contract was discussed repeatedly with Rigg, Nigel, and Dean.

This exhausted Hedwig. In just one week, she went back and forth between Hogwarts and Dai's old house countless times.

The little bit of fat gained after living in Hogwarts disappeared again, and Harry felt very distressed.

So, he ordered owl food for Hedwig in the newspaper.

the next morning.

Hedwig, who was carrying a heavy package, chased Harry angrily and pecked him half a circle before returning to the owl house to rest.

Dumbledore called to Harry crisply, and picked up a long piece of parchment from the table.

"I have read this contract, it is very good, just sign it."

Harry took it, without looking at the content, he just pulled it to the bottom to sign his name.

Rigg was helpless.

Harry could only sign while he explained Harry's benefits, benefits and obligations.

Harry felt a little guilty when he heard it, and hesitated to speak.

He didn't do anything, just took a few photos, and he could get [-]% of the proceeds of the co-branded quill, the benefits of receiving all the products in the store, and a signing fee of one thousand galleons.

Merlin's boxers.

Harry, who had been listening for a long time, couldn't help but interrupted Rieger, "You don't need to pay me so much money, just take a photo."

To be honest, even if Rigg doesn't give money, Harry is more than happy to give a platform to his good brother's products.

Rieg shook his head, "We won't take advantage of you for nothing, just accept it. Besides..."

Rigg smiled slyly, took away the parchment from Harry and said, "Didn't you sign all the papers?"

"Hey?"

Harry didn't expect that his trust made him unable to repent.

Dumbledore looked at the scene in front of him, very satisfied.

Such a harmonious and deep brotherhood is what he wants to see.

Harry still has his destiny in the future, which requires the help of his partners, and it is difficult for him to survive alone to the end.

Rigg held the parchment so high that Harry couldn't reach it by jumping.

Harry was much shorter than Rigg because of childhood malnutrition.

Rigg and Harry were playing around, and as soon as Nigel took the parchment, he was about to say goodbye to Principal Dumbledore and return to the Literary Residence.

He is also a busy man now, and after the joint project with the savior is launched, he will have to race against time.

Every second is full of Galleons flowing.

Taking one last look at his son, Nigel disappeared through the fireplace in the headmaster's lounge.

When Nigel left, Dumbledore pushed his glasses, "Two little gentlemen."

Rigg and Harry fell silent, looking at the strongest white wizard.

"I have a very curious question, can you please answer it?" Dumbledore glanced over Harry and Rigg, and finally stopped on Rigg.

"The flames in the Forbidden Forest that night, do you have anything to explain?"

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