"Oh, my dear Rig baby, this is not something you can fool around."

Exploding Elder Dean, who had just rushed back to the old mansion, pressed Rig's hand that was reaching for his wand and said with a smile.

The surrounding clansmen looked at this side and laughed happily.

In the middle of the hall, a wizard began to tell the story of how he had secretly knocked down Muggle planes with his wand when he was a child, which caused the room to laugh and fill the air with joy.

Dean thought about it, he and Nigel were not in the old mansion recently, and he was afraid that no one would be able to take care of this little ancestor, so he hurriedly warned Rig.

"The little wizard secretly uses his own wand, but he will become a squib! You won't even be able to play Quidditch in the future! ”

Hearing this, the clansman who said just now that he could fight the plane disagreed, "Elder, let him touch it, who didn't want to touch the wand when we were young, Xiao Lige doesn't know any magic spells, what can he do." ”

Thinking that although Rig had a mediocre magic talent, he was a great hero who saved the family, he hurriedly added, "Although our magic is not good, but how powerful it is to replace the quill, our Rig is a commercial prodigy!" ”

The clansmen all nodded in agreement.

Rig is not convinced, Heimdall may not have much talent before, but I am the chosen one with a system and a brain!

Immediately and Dean coquettishly asked to touch the wand in advance to try, promising not to play with themselves.

"Well, then you use my wand, and you just touch it. Need me to demonstrate? ”

Dean hesitated, feeling that it was better to let the child play with his wand once, and found that he didn't know anything, and if he couldn't do magic, he wouldn't play with his wand every day.

What's more, seeing that Rig, a ten-year-old child, also had dark circles under his eyes because he was in charge of checking the quill, Dean was really guilty.

Rig happily took Dean's wand, a 13-inch pear wood wand made of cat-leopard hair, which was still as good as new after years of careful care by its owner.

The greatest feeling that this wand gave Rig was tolerance, and he only gently rejected his magic power, and with the acquiescence of his master, he served him wholeheartedly.

Looking at the way the rest of the hall didn't think he could cast a spell, even Dean was just afraid that he would hurt himself.

Rig raised his wand to the blue-robed wizard's chaotic tabletop, feeling the magic gushing from his fingertips to his wand.

"Clean up!"

It may be the first time to use it, and the magic injected is too much, or he feels the direction of the magic too clearly and without waste.

A fresh breeze swirled around the hall, centered on Rig, and the blue-robed wizard's coffee-stained desktop was cleaned, and the messy desktop was divided and sorted out according to Rig's wishes, and even the yellowed uniforms of the nearby house-elves became like new in an instant.

The clansmen looked at Rig in shock.

Dean was stunned and held his chin in shock, feeling like he was hallucinating.

"This, this, this?"

Dean was shocked, he couldn't imagine how the wand that had been with him for 200 years could be better in Rig's hand than in his own hand.

It can't be that he can't do it, right?

Rig looked at the table, met the shocked faces of countless people, and looked at Dean, who felt like he was crying with green above his head.

"Elder Dean, are you alright?"

Dean wiped away tears of joy, "There is hope for the successor, there is hope for the successor!" My Dai family prodigy is really extraordinary! ”

Not to mention that he wanted to show Rig how to use a wand just now.

On second thought, it's not right.

Dean asked, "Where did you learn the magic that Stephanie taught you in advance?" Monkey business! ”

Dean never expected that Stephanie, who was born in everyone, would have such a mistake.

Don't pure-bloods know that spells need to be practiced over and over again?

However, the magic of the little wizard has not yet stabilized, and after countless tragedies, everyone has reached a consensus that magic should not be taught to children before entering Hogwarts, so as not to riot with magic.

You have to wait until your magic stabilizes in the year you enroll, and then you can teach a few simple spells that are convenient for the little wizard to use when they enter the school.

Thinking back to Rig's magic effect, he almost surpassed him, an old wizard for many years, and it must have been the result of years of repeated practice.

Dean was so furious at this that he turned around to find Stephanie without even taking his wand, almost ruining the prodigy of their Dai family!

Rig hurriedly grabbed Dean, who said he was going to Stephanie to ask for an explanation, "No, my mother only taught me the theory of magic, and I saw it today!" ”

Dean was suspicious, "You can learn magic by looking at it?" ”

Rig nodded, picked up Dean's wand, and recalled how he felt when he learned the Levitation Charm in the space of consciousness.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!" The nib of the pen on the table, which had been waiting to be made, floated in the air.

The jerking wizard in the center exclaimed, "This is what I used in the morning!" ”

Rig was very moved, thank you, because with you, there is no need to make excuses to see the levitation charm from somewhere.

Looking at Rig with a proud face in front of him, Dean frowned and worried, and shook a few detection spells in silence before relieving himself after checking that Rig's body was not damaged.

In this way, it is not a magic that has been learned after years of practice.

Or is it true that Rig learned it by watching other wizards use it?

Dean finally had to believe that maybe there was really a genius in this world, and he was born in their Dai family.

The people in the hall who originally made replaceable quills also looked at Rig in awe, they all came from the growth stage, and they couldn't be clearer about what they could and couldn't do.

At least they learn spells at a glance, an area they will never touch.

Dean turned his attitude of watching children play at the beginning, and seriously told Rig that he would take Rig to various literati residences tomorrow, and that there was no need to continue to check the quills in the old mansion, and that learning the business process of important industries was what Rig, the heir, should do.

The hall was harmonious, except for the blue-robed wizard who had just returned from the bathroom, looking at his neat tabletop in pain.

It's over, it's all over.

The blue-robed wizard never likes to pack things, but he knows exactly where to put them.

When Rig cleaned the tabletop, he thoughtfully put the nibs of the pen in a small box, but Rig didn't know that the nibs and raw nibs made by the blue-robed wizard were spread out by him and placed on the table.

Now, the identical quill nibs are stacked in the box one by one, and the blue-robed wizard lasasato is crying, how can this be done?

Rig and Dean, who had just returned to the hall after the discussion, were stopped by the blue-robed wizard, angrily complaining that it was not that he didn't want to rush to work, but that as soon as he came back, his desk was cleaned up by someone who didn't know, so he couldn't tell which ones had been made and which ones had not.

Dean and Rig stared at each other.

Dean asked, "What do you think, Rig?" ”