Every time he had passed by the crooked-necked tree, Rig had missed his best friend and Hermione.

It wasn't what he shouldn't have thought of Hermione, and Rig silently picked up another fan-shaped leaf and put it in the pocket of his dressing gown.

Ever since he found out that no one had entered the entire Hogwarts Castle, Rig had completely let himself go, giving up that little bit of being a handsome man.

Every day, wearing a crumpled pajamas, dangling around, shuttling between the library, the white building and the dormitory, three points and one line.

The leaves were his wordless tacit understanding with Hermione now.

Every time they exchanged letters, Rig would put a leaf in them.

In Granger's house, in Hermione's study, the love story book with a rose cover was already covered with a thick stack of slowly yellowing leaves.

The heart-shaped leaf that Rig had given Hermione in the first place had turned a beautiful golden brown and became much brittle.

Hermione was often worried about the leaf breaking, but all the protection measures required the leaf to be treated, and Hermione's fingers rubbed the leaf for a long time, and finally did nothing.

So she no longer allowed her parents to enter her study, lest her unsuspecting mother spoil her leaves when she was packing up.

The life of learning alchemy was boring and boring, and occasionally when Rig looked up and looked at the empty surroundings of the dormitory, he felt like a world away.

Last semester's colorful night life and adventures were like a dream, and when I think about it, it seems like a full decade has passed.

When Rig went to flip through the calendar again, he had been looking forward to Harry and Ron returning to the Gryffindor men's dormitory after school started, so that he could have a lively time and meet the living.

Rig will be surprised to find that in fact, the summer vacation has only been a short month.

But thinking about the four or five alchemy tomes he had read, Rig could understand why time passed so quickly and so slowly.

On a warm summer day, Rig looked at the green crooked neck tree, thinking of Hermione, and thinking of his best friends he hadn't seen in a long time.

It dawned on him.

"Oh no, Harry?"

Rig, who had already arrived at the door of the White Building, ran back like the wind, running forward, and Rig did not forget to hold his pocket tightly.

The letters Rig received from his friends were stored on the bedside table in his dorm room, along with the red fur.

Redfur also seemed to be happy with the situation, and he liked the smell of ink on the letters, which Rig discovered by accident during a test.

On the top floor of the White Building, holding a cup of coffee, he happily looked at Nicolame who was in a daze with Rig staring at the tree, feeling his youth and recalling the gentle and considerate wife 300 years ago.

Think about it now, from talking on the phone with a sticky mirror for an hour every day to the old woman who starts to get impatient after a few words, Nicola May is sad from it.

Nicolame also knew that Rig picked up the leaves to give to his friends, and sometimes the process of making alchemical products was dangerous, so Rig would give the leaves to Nicolame for safekeeping to avoid being destroyed.

"Hey, hey, not where are you going?" Seeing that Rig, who had already arrived at the door of the White Building, suddenly turned back and ran back, Nicol Lemay pushed the goggles that had slipped down in surprise, and the coffee cup was casually placed on the terrace.

Nicola May grabbed the edge with his hand and shouted, "You've just written today's magic text 56 times!" ”

His old, energetic voice drifted behind Rig, but Rig couldn't care about it now.

As he ran, Rig remembered how long it had been since he heard from Harry.

Perhaps because they had met before and were more comfortable with the situation at the Dursleys, Rig had never considered the possibility of Harry being abused again.

Another breeze blew, and Nickolame's exclamations and the dull sound of something shattering was left far behind Rig.

He sprinted all the way through the Great Hall, and the corners of Rig's flying nightgown almost hit Professor Snape, who was just out for dinner.

Snape:?

Back in the dormitory, Rig simply replied to the letter, and his heart sank.

Since the last time they met, the four of them had made a regular agreement, Rig and Hermione basically wrote a letter every two days, and Ron had exchanged two or three times.

Only Harry, after the first reply, the letters sent to him by Rig seemed to have been lost in the sea, never to be heard back again.

In the last letter, Harry happily stated that he had experienced Dudley's happiness by being a powerful man in the Dursleys, and that Rig had given Harry many ideas that he could pull off pranks without spells.

If Harry had tried his idea, Rig thought to himself, Harry wouldn't have been without a letter to him for so long.

Re-read the recent letters with Hermione and Ron, Hermione had also raised this issue two days ago, but Rig had just blown up the second floor of the White Building that day, and he was not in the mood for the time being.

Ron's letters were even more ordinary, just himself.

Not to mention Harry, Rig could only see a bunch of gossip shared, as well as the "legendary deeds" of Ron successfully running out of the Burrow with the twins for one night.

With a sigh, he put away the leaves he picked out today, and Rig changed his clothes and put on his wand, and hurried towards the White House again.

After mastering the levitation spell compared to running, Rig felt that he was flying much faster.

Jumping from the window of the men's dormitory, the newly changed wizard's robe unfolded automatically, and the shaking cloth helped Rig relieve the pressure of using the levitation charm, and Rig floated in the air and glided towards the White Building.

When he returned to the White Building, he saw Nicolame's wrinkled face and very unhappy appearance.

The broken cup was repaired by Nicolamet, but the coffee inside was spilled all over the floor, which made Nicolame feel bad.

This is a gift sent to Nicolame by Perenel, who is still traveling, and after receiving it for so many days, it is the first time that Nicolame is willing to taste it because the weather is just right today.

In the end, it was all contributed to the dirt by the Black Lagoon at Hogwarts.

Nicolame didn't drop a handful of soil, but dug it all out, ready to make a knick-knack for Perenel as a gift.

An earthy mask that can keep a witch looking old for a month is a great thing.

Nicolame was still on the terrace pondering what spell to use, and Rig folded his wings and landed beside him.

"Teacher Nicol, Harry, the savior under Dumbledore's protection, is also my friend, it's been 2 weeks since I lost his news......"

briefly explained the situation to Nicolamay, watched Nicolamay's eyelids tremble, frowned, and then directly put away the white building.

Rig knew what was going on with Harry, but he was right to bring Nicolamel, the master alchemist, with him.

Steadiness first!

Ask for a referral ticket and a commuter pass!

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