Potions class had just ended, and it was about five o'clock in the afternoon.

The trio of Rig, Harry, and Ron left the castle and walked through the fields towards Hagrid's cabin.

At breakfast today, Harry suddenly received an invitation to Hagrid's afternoon tea.

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

Hagrid had been keeping an eye on the kid he had brought with him to the wizarding world, and was curious to know how Harry's first week went.

Harry readily agreed.

Before Rig saved the Potions lesson, Harry was prepared for the worst Potions lesson he had ever experienced.

After a bad day, we drank afternoon tea and ate the rock crust cake that Hagrid said he had made very delicious when they met for the first time.

It was the most exhausting thing Harry could think of to soothe the tiredness of his day.

Harry was looking forward to it.

Rig, who was eating together, after seeing the note that Headway had brought.

With his vague memory, it seemed as if he could see the dragon in Hagrid.

So, he volunteered to meet Hagrid with Harry.

See the dragon take me a !!

The thought of seeing the dragon with his own eyes made Rig excitedly quicken his pace.

The wand in his hand seemed to tremble with him.

Ron didn't care where he went, he just wanted to act with his friends.

It would be nice to be able to ask Rig how he answered that Snape's question, so that he could go back to the Gryffindor common room in a moment.

After returning to the common room for a while, the young wizards gathered around him and listened to his stories from Potions class.

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

Intoxicated fantasies themselves become the center of attention in the crowd at night.

Ron had just broken free from his fantasy when he looked up and saw that Rig had gone far away.

Anxiously shouted, "Rig, wait for me!" ”

Rig had just calmed down, too.

Isn't it a dragon?

Look at how you haven't seen the world!

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

"Hurry up, don't keep Hagrid in a hurry." Rig turned back to Harry and Ron.

That's a dragon!

Harry had been following Rig, but the closer he got to Hagrid's hut, the slower he became.

Rig watched in confusion, and Harry started walking slowly after two steps.

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

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

"I know, I know." Harry pushed with one hand the frame of his glasses that had slipped off from sweat.

Time was running out for Harry.

Rig remembered Harry's journey and it dawned on him.

"Harry, did you lose something?"

Harry said absentmindedly as he continued to rummage through his bag, "I've lost the nib." ”

"Damn, I guess it's lost."

Harry angrily closed the last pocket.

It was a gift from Hagrid.

During the first week of school, he was really grateful to Hagrid for sending him a replaceable quills and Hedwig.

Needless to say, Hedwig didn't send him a few letters.

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

Harry thought with some envy.

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

And the interchangeable quills really helped him a lot.

He never thought that he would have to write a paper that was so long as a paper for his homework when he went to a magic school.

Without a replaceable quill, Harry shuddered.

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

Rig shuddered when he heard the key word of the pen tip.

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

"Oh, that interchangeable quill," Ron waved his hand in a pretended manner.

"I'll just say it's useless, it's expensive and impractical."

Ron was telling lies, and he was actually dying of envy.

Of Gryffindor's freshmen this year, he and Neville were the only ones who didn't buy a replaceable quill.

He was because Mrs. Weasley was unwilling to spend more money on such consumables.

When the quill is bald, you cut it, and it's the same as new.

Totally usable.

Mrs. Weasley said so at home and with every child.

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

Neville, on the other hand, was his grandmother trying to hone his will.

Although Neville didn't know how to temper his will, he was a filial child, so he had no opinion.

"But it was a gift from Hagrid," Harry said with a sad face.

Hedwig wasn't at the Owl House today, and the only thing Harry could show to Hagrid and thank Hagrid for the gift was this quill.

But now he's lost it!

Harry rubbed his hair in frustration, his black hair fangning and clawing looked even more messy.

Harry was collapsing, and when he looked up, he saw Rig who seemed to be smiling.

Harry:?

"Well, ahem." Rig barely held back a smile.

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

"Are you alright?" Harry was a little annoyed.

He really wanted to thank Hagrid for the gift, and Rig was still laughing at him when he was in such a hurry.

Even if Rig had just saved his life......

Thinking of Potions class, Harry's anger faded away.

Now there is only regret.

I'm stupid, really.

If you regret not looking at the tip of the pen all the time, you should make sure that it is put away before going back to your room.

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

By the time the reaction came, it was gone.

Now he can't find a gift, it's all his fault.

Hagrid must be mad at him.

Harry hugged his backpack in a lonely way, and said to Rig and Ron, "I'm not going to see Hagrid, you can go." ”

Ron was dumbfounded, "No, buddy, why aren't we going?" ”

Rig silently thought about his dragon.

Seeing Harry crouching and pretending to be a mushroom, Rig patted Harry.

"Don't worry."

Rig smiled mysteriously and motioned for Harry to give him the bag.

Harry handed the backpack to Rig in confusion and trust.

Could it be that Rig could save him again?

Harry's heart was filled with hope again, and he looked at Rig expectantly.

Rig poured out parchment, today's textbook, chocolate frogs, and large chicken thighs wrapped in paper but still cold from Harry's unremarkable-looking but unexpectedly capable backpack......

Ron yelled, "I knew you had the last chicken leg you ate!" ”

Rig searched intently, and Harry's unconvinced retort was heard, "I didn't eat!" ”

Finally, from the bottom of his backpack, Rig found the replaceable quills Harry had brought with him today.

Rig returned the backpack to Harry and picked up the crushed quill that had been crushed.

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

Rig took his wand and pointed it at the quill.

"Pen nib recovered!"