Hogwarts' Owl Shed is located on the top floor of the West Tower, a circular stone room where the school and students' owls reside.

From the top of the tower on the 8th floor, Rig taps up a narrow spiral staircase to the owl shack.

He really doesn't come here very often, isn't Harry's Hedwig fragrant? Why bother running so far.

The Minotaur is the first in the world!

Once inside the shack, Rig frowned in discomfort. The cold shack floor was covered with owl droppings, and the house-elves couldn't keep up with the speed at which the owls threw bombs freely.

The excrement was mixed with scattered straw and rat bones that the owl had eaten, and Rig could only hop around and choose a place to put his feet and walk cautiously.

After not taking a few steps, he floated directly to himself and gave up this minesweeper game.

Thanks to the night tour in the past, Rig is now experienced in floating, and he doesn't need to think about it, and his wrist moves on its own.

The blank parchment was also unfolded and enlarged, floating above Rig's head, firmly covering Rig and his half-empty suitcase.

Steadiness first, Rig doesn't want to try the taste of golden gallons from the sky.

He slowly floated to the center of the clearing, moving the parchment slightly so as not to obscure his view.

When he adjusted the angle, Rig looked up and saw that the top of the hut was covered with oats and unknown birds on perched branches made of unknown wood.

It's a bird, it's an owl!

This time, there are a lot fewer owls, and probably most of the students have taken their owls with them.

Harry of Mandahar almost forgot about his Hedwig, and was slapped in the face by Hedwig's angry wings on the Hogwarts train home.

When Rig first came to the owl hut, there were at least a thousand owls living on it, countless feathers falling from it, and the curious round eyes were clearly extinguished on it.

"I need to mail my third-to-fifth-grade report cards and comments."

Rig cleared his throat and said loudly, and as his voice spread high above, countless owls and birds became agitated, and Rig heard the hoarse cries and shrill howls, and the crisp cuckoo.

In the middle of the night, out of the crowd of owls, some owls came out, and they seemed to know that they were going to send letters from these grades, and flapped their wings and stayed on the branch directly opposite Rig.

"Uh, then, George Weasley?" Rig tried to read the name of a student as Headmaster Dumbledore had told him.

A large, haggard-looking bird flew out, its feathers disorganized, as if it had been rubbed by someone.

It flew in front of Rig and cocked one foot, waiting for Rig to tie the report card and comments to his foot.

"Is Hagrid that good?" Rig was amazed, he knew that owls in the wizarding world could understand wizards, but he didn't expect Hagrid to be able to train owls to specific commands.

Since this batch of transcripts was made of special materials, Rig had to wrap the transcripts in a large amount of parchment so that the owls could take them with them.

Rig shook his head as he tethered the letter.

Professor McGonagall, who had made these special letters, must not have thought of how much work it would take, but after getting to know Rig and Hermione, she could no longer stand the stupidity and carelessness of those little wizards, hoping that the family could tighten the strings for these little wizards.

If it weren't for him, the little wizard who was brought back to Hogwarts by Nicolamy, Snape and the other professors who took turns to work would definitely stink even more when they looked at Ron's scumbags.

One glance reminds you of the amount of work you've done.

Rig was only glad that there were not many newborns and Muggle children with wizarding potential in the British wizarding world every year, otherwise it would have taken him about two days just to send letters.

Now, Rig looked at the letters in his hand, and there were more than a hundred, he thought optimistically.

It was getting dark, and Rig had sacrificed his own afternoon to get the letters.

As soon as he emptied the small suitcase in his hand, Rig hurried back.

Meals could be eaten at any time, and what comments Professor Snape had given Ron to them was what Rig cared about.

Harden, who had become the King of Urgency, hurried back to the Great Hall, and walked through the doors of the Great Hall and the empty hourglass of the Academy Cup, and Rig looked at it with a brisk foot.

Two stacks of parchment and transcripts lay quietly in the empty faculty seats.

Rig quickened his pace and went straight to his destination, and as soon as he picked up the recent stack of report cards and comments, Rig's face bloomed with the happiest smile, his waist was no longer sore, his hands were no longer shaking, and he could go up to 8 floors in one breath.

Coincidentally, the stack of transcripts and comments that Rigg took was from the first grade, and Snape probably put it backwards in the order in which it was written, so Rig's long-awaited good brother Ron's report card was in the first place.

As for his criticism, the other professors were more polite, and Professor Snape only had a short sentence.

"I'll be in my office since school started."

Rigg also made a side-by-side comparison with Neville's, Snape was just as angry, but far less angry than he remembered Ron's fried crucible after his blood pressure was full.

Neville's sheet was still barely visible to the back of the paper, and Rig touched Ron's comments.

It's broken, it's broken.

Able to cut through tough parchment, Rig sympathetically and happily waxes his good brother Ron.

Hope Ron is okay. JPG

"So, that's all there is to it?"

The sudden appearance of Headmaster Dumbledore startled Rig a lot, and he was engrossed in watching Snape's comments to the other young wizards, and he didn't even hear Headmaster Dumbledore's footsteps.

With a smile on his face, Dumbledore took out a box of cockroaches from his arms and stuffed it to Rig, who was still smiling, and Rig's smile froze on his face.

He resistantly tried to turn down the gift, which was said to be full of "love" from the Headmaster, but in the end he failed to bear Dumbledore's strong recommendation.

Rig pinched the corners of the box with his index finger and thumb in pain, and put on the mask of pain, "Uh-huh......"

He grinned at the cockroaches that were still trembling on the edge of the box, as if they were about to break out of the box, and quickly looked away after just one look.

If there's anything in this world that should die, it's cockroaches, flies, mosquitoes, and Voldemort.

Oh, and coriander.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore actually has the authority to know the movements of every registered student and professor in the school, but he generally does not use this permission to leave a little privacy for teachers and students.

Now he came to find Rig, and of course he didn't come specifically to deliver cockroaches.

Dumbledore led Rig out, talking as he went.

Luckily, it caught up.

Because the breakup was delayed for a day, and in the end, I didn't save the manuscript, and I will return to the unit tomorrow. Let's see if we can save a little bit the day after tomorrow.

(End of chapter)