And this kind of good thing?

Rig immediately dragged over the big tail and touched it from head to tail, constantly kneading.

It feels good!

Zero didn't expect Rig to be so unkind.

Grit your little tiger teeth, I'll bear it!

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed.

Zero can't bear it, "Ah! You're not done! ”

The orange-red pupils glared at Rig angrily, and with a snort, he pulled his tail away and held it in his arms.

Rig regretfully withdrew his hand, and couldn't help but rub his fingers when he withdrew it.

The big oily and slippery tail is soft to the touch, and you can sink into it when you press it.

Rub it, and Zero's ears will shake with it.

Because of the proximity, Rig could still smell the sweet scent of toffee on Zero's body.

And most importantly.

The consciousness space touches the cat, and the wonder will not be found.

Eat it legally!

"And what spell are you going to add now?"

Painlessly arranging the fur on his tail and asking Rig expectantly.

She's given so much!

It's dirty, I'm dirty.

Zero's pupils gradually moistened, and he didn't expect to pay such a big price for making a system.

Rig didn't hesitate, "I'm going to add some fire charms and learn how to burn." ”

"Die, scumbag!"

With zero anger punch.

Rig was pushed out of the system space.

When I opened my eyes, I felt like I had a cat's paw print on my face.

Because I can't tell if the zero of the anger value has been added to him.

Rig tried to pick up his wand and cast the Fire Charm.

You can't try the flame in the dormitory, right?

Unfortunately, he is now lying on the bed with a quilt in front of his wand.

The Fire Charm causes the target item to emit a hurtful heat when touched.

So it makes sense for Rig to jump up in the middle of the night.

Right.

Rig proved from his own personal experience that his Fire Spell had indeed been upgraded.

It's hot and painful.

The entire dormitory was woken up by such a big movement in Rig.

However, after hearing Rig's dream that he was forced to eat ten rock skin cakes, Harry and Ron expressed understanding.

Tai understood.

Just hearing Rig mention the word crust cake made Harry feel a dull ache in his cheeks.

This night.

Rig felt safe because he had managed to sleep soundly, and Harry had spent the night fighting with the crust cake in his dream.

In the morning, Harry was relieved to hear the alarm clock and wake up.

I saw that the quilts were piled up on his upper body.

No wonder he dreamed that Hagrid had baked a hundred rock loaves and pressed them down on him like a mountain, and he was not allowed to get up until he finished eating.

He didn't sleep well at night, and Harry wilted during the day.

Even the Quidditch lesson, which he was looking forward to the most, couldn't lift his spirits.

By noon, when Rig and Ron dragged Harry to the cafeteria, there was no one left.

There was only a lone glass ball on Neville's usual seat.

Rig picked it up curiously, and the glass ball was a light red.

Ron saw it and touched it curiously, and saw that the glass ball instantly glowed red.

Rig then remembered, "Oh, it's the memory ball. If you turn red, you've just forgotten something. ”

Ron immediately thought about it, but unfortunately he didn't remember what he had forgotten in the end.

Rig remembered.

It was Harry's debut.

A first-year student is able to successfully enter Professor McGonagall's sights and join Gryffindor's Quidditch team.

The presentation of this Quidditch lesson is indispensable.

Thinking of this, he looked at Harry, who was still languishing.

Rig deliberately bumped Harry's arm as he went back.

"Oh no!" Harry scrambled to salvage a table of milk.

Not to mention sluggishness, you can let him fight the trolls now.

Instant pick-me-up!

Rig, who apologized to Harry after sitting down, hid his fame and fame.

At half past three in the afternoon, Rig, Harry, and Ron hurried down the steps with the rest of the Gryffindor students.

The memory ball was returned to Neville at noon, and Neville was so thankful.

He didn't even notice that the memory ball was missing.

Rig and the others arrived at the field in front of the door expectantly, ready for their first flying lesson.

As they walked briskly down the sloping grass toward a flat lawn across the field, the grass waving slightly beneath their feet. On the other side of the lawn was the forest, and the black trees in the distance swayed in the wind.

The Slytherin students were already there, and twenty broomsticks were neatly laid out on the ground.

Rigg once heard Fred and George Weasley complain about the broomsticks at school, saying that the brooms looked like they hadn't been changed in 20 years.

The old ones are like the ashes on those armors in the school hallways.

Some brooms shiver when you fly too high.

Others, always slightly to the left.

The worst thing is a tattered broom, and the tail branches are about to fall bald, you can imagine its flying effect.

It didn't take long for their teacher, Mrs. Hodge, to arrive.

She has short gray hair and yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?"

She snapped, "Everybody stands next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry. ”

Rig glanced at the broom beside him.

I have to admit that it's so unlucky.

The bare broom head already shows that he may have more theoretical exercises than practice in this class.

Harry glanced down at his broomstick, which was worn and old, with branches poking out in all directions.

"Stretch out your right hand and put it over the broomstick," called Mrs. Hooch in front, "and say, 'Get up!'" ’”

"Get up!" Everyone shouted.

Harry's broomsticks jumped into his hands at once, but there were only a handful of such obedient brooms.

Rig's broom struggled hard for a long time, and managed to get one centimeter off the ground.

Maybe he turned out to be a good flying broom, but the years have made the broom old.

Hermione Granger's broom just rolled on the ground, and Neville's broom didn't move.

Mrs. Hodge then showed them how to mount a broomstick without slipping off their heads.

She walked up and down the line, correcting their hand grips.

Malfoy, who had always told everyone that he was very good at Quidditch, was also criticized by Madame Hooch.

This made Rig and the others secretly happy in their hearts.

For Malfoy's story of successfully dodging the Muggle plane, Rig's ears were really cocooned.

"All right, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard."

Mrs. Hodge said, "Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, and then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground." Listen to my whistle - three-two-"

However, Neville was too nervous to be left on the ground.

So he didn't wait for the whistle to touch Mrs. Hodge's lips, and he kicked hard and flew up.

"Come back, kid!" Mrs. Hooch shouted nervously.

But Neville went straight up, like a cork spewing out of a bottle.

Twelve-foot ...... Twenty feet ......

Harry saw his frightened, pale face looking at the ground that was speeding away below, and saw him gasping for air with his mouth wide open.

Rig grabbed his wand and waited.

Neville then slid down the side of the broomstick.

Watching Neville's height rapidly decrease, Rig raised his wand in preparation.

"Yuga Dim Leviosa!"

It worked.

Neville stopped in the air more than a meter above the ground.

He was pale, tearful and awaiting his fate.

Neville's broomstick continued to rise higher and higher, and then began to float slowly towards the Forbidden Forest, vanishing.

After waiting for a moment without feeling any pain, Neville opened his eyes in confusion.

Malfoy and his henchmen laughed from behind, laughing at Neville's floating in the air.

Harry and Ron patted Rig on the back excitedly.

God, the little Gryffindor wizards around Rigg were excited.

Their classmates saved Neville with a spell!

Mrs. Hodge quickly took Neville, her face as pale as Neville's.

Rig was finally able to cancel his levitation charm.

Seriously, he's never floated.

Still a well-fed little boy, such a heavy object.

It made Rig feel hollowed out.

Fortunately, Mrs. Hodge picked it up quickly.

"Some abrasions." Rig listened with relief to hear Mrs. Hodge breathe a sigh of relief, "All right, kid—it's all right, you get up." ”

Seeing Neville still in shock, Lady Hooch hesitated and looked at the young wizard nearby.

To be honest, she didn't see who used the levitation charm, and kept looking at Neville in the air.

Thinking that Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape would take over the investigation later, Mrs. Hodge made up her mind and prepared to take Neville to the hospital first.

Rewarding meritorious deeds and praising the excellent floating mantra can be done by the dean of the college.

She turned to the other students in the class and said, "I'll take this child to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move!" Put the broomstick back in its place, or you'll be kicked out of the Hogwarts gates before you can say 'Quidditch'. Let's go, dear. ”

Neville had tears of joy on his face, he really didn't expect to make it to the ground.

Mrs. Hooch put her arm around Neville and comforted him.

The two of them left together.

No sooner had they gone than Malfoy burst out laughing.

"Do you see that face, that stupid big man?" The other Slytherin students chimed in.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Parvati Patil snapped.

"Ho, protecting Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson said she was an ugly-looking Slytherin girl.

"I didn't expect you to like chubby little tear packs, Petyer."

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the grass, "It was given to him by the grandmother of the big fool Longbottom." ”

He held up the memory ball, which glistened in the sunlight.