I was inventing at Hogwarts

Potions class had just ended, it was five minutes to three in the afternoon.

The trio of Rigg, Harry and Ron left the castle and walked across the fields towards Hagrid's hut.

At breakfast time today, Harry suddenly received an invitation for afternoon tea from Hagrid.

The time was set at half past three, in a small cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. That was Hagrid's home.

Hagrid had been paying close attention to the child he brought to the wizarding world, and really wanted to know how Harry was doing in his first week.

Harry readily agreed to go.

Before Rigg saved the Potions lesson, Harry was prepared for it to be the worst Potions lesson he had ever experienced.

After a bad day, we drank afternoon tea together and ate the rock biscuits that Hagrid said he made very delicious when they first met.

It was the best thing Harry could think of to soothe the fatigue of his day.

Harry was filled with anticipation.

Rigg, who was having dinner together, saw the note that Hedwig brought.

Relying on the vague memory, I think I can see the dragon in Hagrid's place.

So, he took the initiative to apply to meet Hagrid with Harry.

See the dragon and take me one! ! !

Thinking of seeing the dragon with his own eyes, Rigg quickened his pace excitedly.

The wand in his hand seemed to tremble with his mood.

Ron didn't care where he was going, he just wanted to be with his friends.

Now I can ask Rigg how to answer Snape's question, so that I can go back to the Gryffindor common room to brag about it later. That would be perfect.

He thought that when he returned to the lounge, a group of young wizards would gather around him and listen to him telling stories about the Potions class.

Ron laughed happily, not even realizing that he had stopped.

Intoxicated fantasy of becoming the center of attention in the crowd at night.

Ron just broke free from his fantasy, and when he looked up, he saw that Rigg had walked far away.

He shouted anxiously, "Rige, wait for me!"

Rigg also just calmed down.

Isn't it just a dragon?

Look at your unseen look!

Hearing Ron's shouting, he turned around and found that both Harry and Ron were far behind.

"Hurry up, don't keep Hagrid waiting." Rigg turned around and urged Harry and Ron.

That's a dragon!

Harry was originally following Rigg, but the closer he got to Hagrid's hut, the slower he walked.

Rigg looked at Harry in confusion as he hurried two steps and started walking slowly again.

"Harry, what's wrong with you? It won't be long before the time you and Hagrid agreed on."

Harry rummaged through his backpack for the seventh time as he walked, sweating profusely.

"I know, I know." Harry pushed the frames of his glasses that had slipped due to sweat with one hand.

Harry didn't have much time left.

Rigg recalled Harry's appearance along the way and suddenly realized.

"Harry, did you lose something?"

Harry said absently, "I lost the nib of my pen," as he continued to rummage through his bag.

"Damn, I guess it's really lost."

Harry closed the last pocket angrily.

That was Hagrid's gift to him.

He had really appreciated Hagrid's gift of refillable quills and Hedwig during the first week of school.

Needless to say, Hedwig has not sent him a few letters.

But that's his problem, and it wouldn't be like this if he still had a family.

Harry thought with some envy.

Even if Aunt Petunia was willing to write him a letter.

And the replaceable quill really helped him.

He never thought that he would have to write such a long paper as an assignment when he went to a magic school.

Without a replacement quill, Harry couldn't help but shudder.

Does he have to carry two boxes of quills and ink every semester?

Rige trembled when he heard the key word pen tip.

I dreamed back to the days when I worked overtime in my old house.

"Oh, that replaceable quill, right?" Ron pretended to be carefree and waved his hand.

"I just said that is useless, expensive and impractical."

Ron was lying, he was actually jealous to death.

Among the new students in Gryffindor this year, he and Neville were the only ones who didn't buy replaceable quills.

He did it because Mrs. Weasley was unwilling to spend more money on such a consumable product.

If the quill becomes bald, just cut it and it will still look like new.

Totally usable.

Mrs. Weasley said this to every child in the house.

But she bought ten replaceable quills and matching nibs for Arthur Weasley, also known as Mr. Weasley, who worked at the Ministry of Magic!

For Neville, his grandmother wanted to temper his will.

Although Neville didn't understand how this could temper his will, he was a filial child, so he had no problem with it.

"But that was Hagrid's gift to me," Harry said sadly.

Hedwig was not in the Owl Room today, and the only gift Harry could bring to show Hagrid and thank Hagrid for the gift was this quill.

But now he has lost it!

Harry rubbed his hair in annoyance, his black hair showing its claws and looking even more messy.

Harry was breaking down. When he looked up, he saw Rigg who seemed to be holding back a smile.

Harry:?

"Well, cough." Rigg barely held back his smile.

He really didn't expect that this was the question that had bothered Harry for a long time.

"Are you okay?" Harry was a little angry.

He really wanted to thank Hagrid for the gift, but Rigg was still laughing at him when he was so anxious.

Even if Rigg had just saved his life...

Thinking of Potions class, Harry's anger gradually disappeared.

There is only regret now.

I'm so stupid, really.

If I regretted not looking at the tip of the pen all the time, I should have made sure to put it away before going back to the room.

He didn't even know where or when he lost it.

By the time I realized it, it was gone.

It's all his fault that I can't find the gift now.

Hagrid would be angry with him.

Harry hugged his backpack lonely and muttered, and said to Rigg and Ron: "I won't go to see Hagrid. You can go."

Ron was dumbfounded, "No, if you don't go, buddy, why should we go?"

Rigg thought silently about his dragon.

Seeing that Harry was squatting and pretending to be a mushroom, Rigg patted Harry.

"Don't be impatient yet."

Rigg showed a mysterious smile and motioned for Harry to give him the bag.

Harry handed the backpack to Rigg in confusion and trust.

Could Rigg be able to save him again?

Hope reignited in Harry's heart, and he looked at Rigg expectantly.

Rigg poured out parchment paper, today's textbook, chocolate frogs, and large chicken drumsticks wrapped in paper but still cool...

Ron yelled: "I knew you ate the last chicken leg!"

Rigg searched intently, and heard Harry's unconvinced retort, "I didn't eat it!"

Finally, from the bottom of the backpack, Rigg found the replaceable quill Harry had brought with him today.

Rigg returned the backpack to Harry and picked up the messy quill.

Looking at Rigg's confident smile, Harry and Ron held their breath.

Rigg picked up his wand and pointed it at the quill.

"Nib recovered!"

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