What could be better news than Nicol LeMay's willingness to come out and take a spin?

It can't be!

Rig was about to cheer and celebrate, his emerald green eyes shining brightly.

Although I don't know why, but seeing Rig happy, Hermione, who had been secretly glancing at Rig, stroked her hair and pursed her lips and laughed.

After designing a replaceable quill from Rig and earning a large amount of XP, he was eager to design another bestseller to gain XP to strengthen himself.

Voldemort fights one less one, and there are so many events that can be famous in the school every year, how can you have your own design and invention to eat long-term benefits comfortably.

It's just that magic products are not so easy to make, and wizards are not stupid.

After exploring the wizarding world, Rig is about to doubt his life.

He had wanted to start with groceries, but when he heard that Mrs. Weasley asked Ron and the Twins to wash the dishes every day, he thought his chance had come.

The dishwasher is so convenient, a must-have for lazy people.

Unless, like Rig's friends in his previous life, he bought a cheap dishwasher and had to carry four buckets of water for washing a dish.

Who knew that when he wrote to his parents later, Nigel suspected that Rig was burned.

"Isn't there a clean up? Why do you need to wash the dishes yourself? ”

Nigel also showed the letter to the house-elves of Dai's old mansion, Iron Belly and Three-Headed Dog.

The two house-elves swore with tears in their eyes that they would let their little masters see their abilities during the summer vacation!

Rig is not dead yet, so what about sweeping the floor? Smart sweepers are also selling very well.

"Clean it up."

Wash clothes?

"Clean it up."

After reading Nigel's letter, Rig was like a lightning strike, and his whole person was so gray that he was about to shatter.

After he lived in the wizarding world for a while, he became even more suspicious of life.

There are all sorts of little mantras to make life easier, and there are even newspapers and weekly magazines that teach housewives how to peel potatoes every week.

The spell that Elder Dean used to shave himself was learned from above.

Rig was in dire need of a teacher who could introduce him to invention.

However, there are no alchemists in the current British wizarding world, and Nicolamay, who is related to Rigg and his family, still lives at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France.

Nicolame and his wife are very old, and the rainy weather in England is not suitable for an old man like them.

Rig begged Nigel and Dean to write countless letters, but did not bring Nicolamay back.

Now, here's your chance.

As long as Nicolame came to England, wouldn't he have the opportunity to teach him for a while?

Rig had figured out how to drag Nigel and Dean to the thatched house when the time came.

Rig was thinking about how to learn from Nicolamay, and Dumbledore waited quietly for the four young wizards to savor what he had just said, and then took his leave.

Just looking at the sunshine in the infirmary, Dumbledore felt like he had been talking for too long.

It's not that he has something to do after that.

It's the she-dragon guarding the infirmary, and the iron-faced and selfless Madam Pomfrey is probably coming back soon.

Dumbledore didn't want to be scolded by the enraged Madam Pomfrey in front of the boys, his old face couldn't hold back.

The entire Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry professors have been scolded by Madam Pomfrey, and she doesn't give anyone face, she cares about the physical and mental health of the little wizard.

Only Professor Sprout of Hufflepuff, a gentle witch, and Professor Snape, who helped with potions for the school hospital, could get her good face.

After Dumbledore left, no one visited the infirmary.

Madam Pomfrey finished her meal and went to the edge of the Black Lake to watch the giant squid flip its tentacles and bask in the sun. She figured it was almost time and walked back, just in time to strike Professor Dumbledore.

If Professor Dumbledore had known about this, he would have praised his own wisdom and anticipation.

At the end of the year, the school hospital was different from usual, and no young wizard wanted to go home because of the injury.

When Madam Pomfrey returned, after checking on Rig's health, she left the infirmary and went to her office next door to read a book.

Harry and Ron were relieved when Madam Pomfrey left, and the professor was there, giving them eight guts, and they didn't dare to talk casually.

After all, this year, they were either on a night tour or on the way to a night tour.

None of the chats could be heard by Madam Pomfrey.

After Madam Pomfrey left, the boys lay on their beds, chatting about yesterday's Voldemort and imagining tomorrow's school dinner, and time flew by.

After lying in the infirmary for several hours, not to mention Hermione, who usually sleeps on a soft 5-layer mattress, the strong Rig and the thick-skinned Harry and Ron couldn't stand it anymore and kept turning over in bed.

If they were to sit up, they would have experienced the chairs of the school hospital in the afternoon.

The wooden chair that does not fit the human body at all and has no cushions is guaranteed to make you sit for 10 minutes and your tail will hurt.

Rig, who couldn't lie down, simply got up and went to Madam Pomfrey to apply, anyway, they would be fine, so they didn't need to stay in the school hospital for another night.

It's a pity that Madam Pomfrey is not only iron-faced and selfless, she is also very cautious.

For fear that Rig and the others would fall under the curse of that unspeakable man, they would have to observe for another night before leaving.

Luckily, the wizard was also going to eat, and Rig finally got Madam Pomfrey's permission to go to the cafeteria to eat and come back in the evening.

Rig, who came back with permission, is simply the big hero of the foursome!

Harry and Ron cheered, and one gave Rig a tight hug.

Passionately, Ron kissed Rig on the cheek.

Harry and Ron jumped back on the bed and pulled up the curtain to change their clothes, and Rig looked at Hermione, who was the slowest in her movements.

Hermione's white little face turned red all at once.

How, how can this be?

Is this etiquette in the wizarding world?

Is she going to kiss Rig too? Or just hug it?

Hermione thought in a panic, her fingers nervously clasping together and her ears slowly turning a pretty pink color.

Rig watched Hermione stop where she was for a long time, and shouted evilly, "Hermione? ”

"Ah, I'm here, I'm here." Hermione thought about it for a long time, but she was still reluctant to give up this rare opportunity.

She gritted her teeth and ran a few quick steps, hugging Rig with her eyes closed.

Before Hermione's long curls could fall back onto her back, Rig felt a wet touch touch on his face.

Like some kind of rose-flavored candy, the green and sweet aroma of fruit echoed through Rig's nostrils.

Looks like Hermione has changed her shampoo again, Rig thought to himself.

Before Rig could appreciate Hermione's hug, Ron pulled back the curtain of his bed and yelled at Rig, "Hey, you guys guys can help me see, my bow tie is right?" ”

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Meizizi, the girl's feelings are always poems, so I love to write this.

(End of chapter)