"Headmaster Dumbledore, I can!"

Rig's eyes lit up.

At the end of a semester of study and adventure, Rig was about to relax and face the alchemy course that Teacher Nicol said was high and demanding.

Being idle is also idle, and there is nothing more joyful than creating pain for a friend.

Rigmore shook his hands and said that he would put Ron's report card at the end.

By the time Snape had finished writing a grade-level review, Ron would be evaluated for what he would get, and Rig couldn't even think about it, and almost laughed out loud.

Dumbledore smiled as he flipped through the first-fifth-year transcripts and the comments the professors had already written, and he sorted and bundled the papers with Professor McGonagall's finished ribbons and placed them in a small suitcase.

If a young wizard were to come, Dumbledore would have to worry about whether he would be able to transport so many things back to the dormitory.

Rig is different.

He pulled his long-trimmed blonde hair behind his ear and expertly raised his wand, flicking his wrist. With Rig's levitation spell level, it's so easy to float such a small box.

After saying goodbye to Headmaster Dumbledore, Rig returned to his dormitory with the notes from the forbidden section and the small box full of transcripts.

And, of course, a small bag of phoenix feathers collected by Rig.

As soon as these feathers were taken in, they were naturally absorbed and superimposed together, and they were still warm and warm after leaving Fox.

It was only when Headmaster Dumbledore turned back to his desk to look for the transcript that Rig dared to quickly collect the feathers that had been left out in the cold for a long time.

When casting the Flying Curse, Rig kept staring at the headmaster's back, and only dared to say in an inaudible mosquito voice, "The phoenix feathers on the ground are flying!" So as not to add fuel to the fire on Headmaster Dumbledore's frowning brow.

Fox was still fast, and as soon as Rig opened the door to his bedroom, he saw his suitcase, which had just been sent home and had not been opened at all, lying quietly on the floor.

It is said that the phoenix is proficient in space-time magic and can flash anywhere, but Rig only regrets that he lost a little time in the castle staircase, otherwise he might be able to verify the truth of this rumor.

After a brief tidying up of the room, Rig was relieved to see that Ron's stinky socks that had been littered all over the dormitory were gone.

If he were a professor at Hogwarts, he would have given the hard-working house-elves in the castle a grant to compensate for the work-related injuries they had to deal with from Ron's stinking socks.

With a longing for the next day's dinner, Rig felt that he and the professor were there, and he might be able to eat better if he went straight to the kitchen to order, recalling the best roast turkey he had eaten with Hagrid last time, and he fell into a sweet dream.

The next day, Rig woke up with a soft touch, and finally returned to the bedroom to live with his favorite master, and woke up early.

But waiting left and right couldn't wait for the sleeping Rig to wake up, and Marvel could only find herself amusement, she climbed the wall in the dormitory, and washed her paws with Rig's water cup...... Rig had already heard the strange movement, but it was summer vacation!

If he didn't sleep until three o'clock in the morning, he felt that his blood bar and energy bar had not recovered.

After waiting for a long time, until the sun in the bedroom shone wonderfully like a flowing river of gold, Rig still didn't get up.

Reaching the limit of patience, Marvel jumped on Rig's bed and gave the lazy master a cat-to-cat punch.

The cat's paw with the pink paw pad gently slapped Rig's face, like pushing and rubbing, Rig closed his eyes and rubbed the naughty little kitten, and wonderfully paralyzed into a cat cake.

Putting the wonder as an eye patch on his face, burying the kitten's warm belly with a little soft plush texture for a while, Rig, who couldn't sleep, opened his eyes and sat up.

Sure enough, there is a limit to returning to the cage, and Rig, who waved his wand and glanced at the time, sighed, he thought it was already noon, but he didn't expect it to be ten o'clock in the morning.

Rig froze at the dust in the air for a moment. There was no need to go to class, and there was no need to worry about Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head, and the days were incredibly happy.

Thinking of Ron, who is still waiting for his surprise, Rig lifts the quilt and adds color to his brother's summer vacation life, he is duty-bound!

Rig, who brought his suitcase to the Great Hall, saw Snape with a gloomy expression at a glance.

Surprisingly, Rig had never seen Professor Snape's hair so fluffy and natural, as if it had been designed by a hair salon.

"Hello Professor Snape, will I send you the transcript and the parchment that I used to write my first-year comments today, or will I send it to your office?"

Rig took a brief look at the stinky professor at the door of the auditorium, and then stepped forward to greet Snape.

Ron and Harry still had a mediocre view of Snape, and Rig and Hermione, who were good students, liked the professor who was very good at potions and could solve any foolish problem for young wizards.

In order to ensure that he would not be taken away by a wave of his companions, Rig, who often instructed others to boil potions, threw himself to the ground for the five bodies that Snape admired.

After so many years of intact Potions classrooms, he felt that Snape's teaching strength could rank among the top three at Hogwarts.

You'll never know what a little wizard can come up with.

Hermione was once amazed at a library homework party, and she didn't expect Hogwarts to invite a master who had won the Merlin Medal to be a professor, which almost knocked Ron's eyes off.

Snape, who had just returned from a gathering at the Malfoy House, looked up gloomily with a drunken body, he had no idea that he would see this group of stupid little wizards like trolls during the summer vacation.

Oh, there's only one, a little wizard with a slight brain.

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at the flickering figure in front of him.

"Just knock on the door and go in, I've been here lately." His voice was terrifyingly hoarse, and Snape, who was still trying to sober up, closed his eyes and stopped looking at the little blonde wizard in front of him.

Rig floated his box and left the auditorium lightly.

He just wanted to have some fun with his good brother Ron, and he didn't want to be the target of Professor Snape's venom spray.

Rig, who came to the kitchen with the box, was surprised to find that there was another familiar figure in the kitchen at this time, eating a plate of chicken thighs.

"Nicol, what's wrong with you?"

Rig's mouth opened in surprise as he looked at Nicolame who had transformed into a pandaman after just one night without seeing him.

Will catch up with !!!!

Milk Ron continues tomorrow!

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(End of chapter)