i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 185 Danger, danger!
Harry's bedroom, which had been quiet for many days, suddenly became lively today.

The Dursleys didn't even come up to the third floor before if they had nothing to do with Harry, which allowed Harry to spend a few days in peace.

Even the daily feast was brought upstairs by Aunt Petunia, outside Harry's door.

Every day when he opened the door, Harry could only see the back of Aunt Petunia fleeing in a hurry.Aunt Petunia's long neck, which used to spy on the neighbors' privacy, shrunk now, like a timid ostrich.

Aunt Petunia was seen every day, and after the last intimidation, Dudley and Uncle Vernon, the other two Dursleys, seemed to have disappeared from the house.

If it wasn't for Dudley's excited screams that could be heard occasionally, Harry would suspect that Uncle Vernon took Dudley and moved directly to avoid himself.

But Harry was very happy because he couldn't see Dudley and the others who used to bully him. He basked comfortably in the sun every day, lay on the bed, played with Hedwig occasionally, and Aunt Petunia specially baked them every afternoon. Little cakes to eat... This kind of happy life is comparable to the life in Hogwarts. Harry, who is bubbling happily every day, almost can't think of Rigg and his little friends.

Harry, who was in a daze for a while, blinked, looked around the room, and found that he was the only one still on the bed, and the others stood at the door without coming in, so he hurriedly told Rigg and the others to sit down.

After jumping off the bed in three or two steps, and standing on the ground, Harry felt that he was not so rude.

Harry and the strange white-haired grandfather behind Rigg looked at each other. He smiled shyly, brushed his messy black hair a little embarrassedly, and tugged at his crumpled pajamas.

It's been a long time since I saw anyone, and Harry has long since turned into a scruffy little boy, proving with practical actions how real Mrs Weasley's yelling at the Burrow is every day.

Without the urging and yelling from their own mother, the Weasley boys would have to go to the company of ghouls and get filthy all over.

Rigg, who had been waiting for a while, tried his best to pull out a thin figure from behind. Dobby's thin claws were still hooked on his legs and refused to let go.

As soon as the strange creature appeared, Aunt Petunia, who was far away at the corner of the stairs, stretched her neck and looked here, gasped.

The sharp sound of the hot teapot boiling attracted the attention of the wizards in the room. Rigg turned his head and glanced behind him, and Aunt Petunia's gasping stopped abruptly.

She widened her eyes in horror, rolled her eyes nervously, tightly covered her mouth with her hand, then carefully watched Rigg and the others, and stepped back down the stairs step by step.

Rieg shook his head helplessly, suspecting that he had scared the family too much last time, but he looked at the white and soft bed that Harry was lying on just now, and the warm sunlight fluttered through the front of the window with delicate The patterned curtains hit the bed... This room looked very livable at first glance, in stark contrast to the last time I came to the Dursleys and found Harry living in a small, dark cupboard.

Looking at Harry again, after not seeing him for a few days, Rigg reasonably suspected that Harry had gained at least five catties.

Rigg looked Harry up and down, recalling Dudley's figure again, in awe of Aunt Petunia.

Perhaps the pig raising business is the most suitable career for Aunt Petunia, but she hasn't discovered her talent yet.

For some reason, there was a ping-pong sound downstairs, as if someone knocked over a bunch of things, Petunia's wailing, Dudley's curious cry... In the first grade, Rigg and the others knocked down the hallway. The armor, the movement is nothing more than that.

But these have nothing to do with the room above them.

Rigg tried to drag Dobby inside, and Dobby hung on his lap like a pendant, trying to hide back, not to be seen by Harry.

Nicole May directly pulled the only chair in the room and sat down. He had already checked the room and there was no problem.

Quiet, peaceful, oh, Nicolas May blew his mustache happily, and the chair under his ass is also very comfortable.

Harry looked at this strange house-elf. He was not the same Harry Potter he hadn't seen before. After visiting the Hogwarts kitchen a few times, Harry was able to distinguish some differences in the appearance of the house-elf. , recognized one or two elves who often baked chicken drumsticks for him.

"Hello?"

Harry looked at this curiously, a house-elf in an old suit he had never seen before.

Dobby stared blankly at Harry Potter with wet eyes. His eyeballs were already big, but now they widened in surprise, and they looked bigger than tennis balls.

"Dear Harry Potter, the great Harry Potter, actually talked to Dobby!!"

Its excited tears fell directly from its eyes, and dripped down on the shiny floor that Aunt Petunia had carefully dragged.

Rigg and Nicole May, who had been silent for a long time, looked at each other. If it was Dobby who was acting before, then his acting skills are so good now.

Harry just said a word to Dobby, and the house-elf wanted to go over excitedly, and was even more moved to cry after Harry found paper to wipe his tears.

Nicole May stared at Dobby for a while, and then looked at Rigg. He shook his head slightly at Rigg, even with Nicolas May's experience, he didn't see Dobby's flaws.

"I'm Harry Potter..." Harry finally found the only roll of tissues in the room, tore a section and handed it to Dobby.

Dobby saw Harry Potter's outstretched hand through his teary eyes, and its crying stopped suddenly.

Rigg also took advantage of Dobby's crying and stood beside Teacher Nicole. He discussed Harry's state with Nicole May in a low voice, and confirmed that Harry was indeed not hurt and was in good condition. Take it easy.

But Dobby only paused for a second, and before Harry could react, the house-elf's tears flowed like letting go of a tap that was screwed up, and Dobby's soaring tears fell to the ground, and soon Soon a small puddle formed.

Rieger and Nicolas were amazed at this. They were both self-proclaimed tough guys. They could not get out of the line of fire with minor injuries, and went directly to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital with serious injuries. It is rare to see such crying people.

"I don't think I need to introduce?" Rigg pointed to Harry, "This is Harry Potter, the savior."

Harry was a little uncomfortable with the title, and he tugged at his bangs, which had grown a lot longer.

"This is Dobby the house-elf." Dobby, whose tears were still streaming down his face, could not utter a word.

"This is my teacher, Nicolas May."

　Another chapter tomorrow, good night, brothers!
　　
　
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