i invent at hogwarts

Chapter 2 Replaceable Quill Pen
"Oh?" Nigel stopped in his tracks, "Tell me about it?" Malfoy is about to board this big ship, and it would be good to know a little more about it.

Rigg's thoughts turned wildly, "Well... When I passed by the first floor, I heard Grandma Jennifer talking to herself, hesitating whether to tell us. The Malfoy family meeting said that they would annex our Dai family if they had the opportunity. You don't really want to work with us!"

Nigel just smiled when he heard the words, "Baby, you are still young, just leave these matters to us, and you don't have to worry about this."

The head of the family, Nigel, is not a simple-minded person, and he will never underestimate that old fox, Lucius Malfoy.

Seeing his father's attitude, and recalling what his mother said on the first floor, Rieg's heart sank.

Bad, the family is really willing to become a subordinate of the Malfoy family in exchange for survival, so I am afraid that the prepared analysis of the Slytherin situation is useless.

Looking at his unmoved father, Lige could only use his trump card, "Father, isn't the literati just missing a quill that sells well?"

"Isn't it?" Nigel, who was immersed in a low mood, was amused by Rigg's childlike speech.

Where do children know how difficult it is to develop a best-selling product.Thinking of the color-changing quills, the screaming quills, and even the special-shaped quills that can be rolled up, which have been researched with the tribe, all of which are unsalable, I can't help but sigh.Research and development is really difficult, and it is not as easy as selling goods or researching magic.

"My mother is teaching me the basics of magic." Rieger put on an innocent look again, as if he really got his ideas from life, "Quill pens are so expensive, I can use 12 of them a day! If I can continue to use it by replacing the nib, and I will definitely buy a lot of this quill!"

"Are you eating quills? How do you use 12 a day? And what do you know?" Nigel felt even more amused, "A pen can be used for a long time, what kind of quills do we sell?"

Shaking his head, Nigel was amused by his vague anticipation just now. Is this just going to the doctor for a sudden illness?Even the speech of a ten-year-old child makes him look forward to it, but the straw will not appear from the sky, and only he can save himself.

Nigel's expression became more and more determined, "Let's go, Rieger", Rieger wanted to say something more, but his father stopped him and walked forward with his shoulders pressed.

"No need to say any more, I know you don't want to go back to Slytherin, and you don't want to be Malfoy's follower, but life is like this, if we can't save Wenrenju, we have to change our way of life."

Rieg felt the undeniable strength of his father on his shoulders, and was dumbfounded.

I didn't expect that after being busy for a long time, I would strengthen Daddy's pace towards the Malfoy family.But it shouldn’t be, the ballpoint pen with replaceable refills is an invention that crosses the ages, with small profits but quick turnover, it has supported many manufacturers.

After taking two steps, Nigel couldn't bear it anymore, "Baby Lige, I know you still have something to say, it's okay, you can talk to me slowly after the banquet is over. The banquet will start soon, I have to go first Get ready."

Seeing that Rigg's expression didn't improve, Nigel promised a lot of toys that the ten-year-old Rigg wanted, and then quickly went downstairs to greet the guests who arrived first, leaving Rigg in his hands.

Rigg finished dealing with Nigel with a happy mask, and felt that it was all over. He was going to be Malfoy's dog, and maybe he would have to kiss Voldemort's boots in the future. I can't be happy no matter how many toys you give me. !
How come this JPG.

Rigg is really hopeless.Habitually raising my hand to touch my pocket, I remembered that the dress I was wearing today couldn't hold anything.

Wait, can't install anything? !Rigg's eyes lit up, and there was still that unfinished semi-finished quill in his room!I put it in the room because it couldn't fit and it wasn't completely finished.

Rigg raced all the way across the ballroom to his room, leaving his mother's growl of "Watch your manners!!" behind him.

After thinking of his mother, he might have to cover his face with a fan, pretend nothing happened, and continue to chat with other ladies. Rigg didn't think it was noisy but just amused.

Of course, the most urgent task is to roughly finish the semi-finished quill first, and then go to my father!Before, I was too anxious and didn't plan well. If my father had a business mind, Wen Renju would never have fallen into such a situation.So it's not because my invention is not working, because there is no real thing, my father can't see its feasibility and commercial value at all!
Thinking of this, Rieger looked at the time, and the dinner was about to start in half an hour. According to the usual practice, the guests had to socialize for a while before getting down to business. Father and Malfoy came to the stage together to announce the "good news".

Just do what you say, I, Lige, will not be weaker than others in my life, "Iron belly save me——"

With a bang, a terrified house elf who looked like a potato sprout appeared immediately, and his high-pitched voice almost burst into tears, "What's wrong, my respected Li Little master Ge, what danger have you encountered! After today's dinner is over, I will go and apologize to the most respected patriarch, I really deserve to die for not taking good care of my little master!"

"Oh, that's not true either," Rigg said sarcastically, just playing tricks, forgetting the nature of house elves, "No, I'm going to die!"

Iron Belly fired more than a dozen detection spells in a row in a flash, "What's wrong with you, little master, what's wrong with you, I'll immediately notify the most respected patriarch!"

Rieg lay down on the ground, "My toy is broken, I'm going to die if I don't fix it!"

The house elf Ironbelly breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up tremblingly from the ground, helpless, his legs were weak from fear, even if all the detected magics showed normal, it was hard to guarantee whether the little master had fallen into some rare evil spell .

Rieg pointed to the simple quill pen holder and nib that he had studied for a long time, and directed Iron Belly to cast out one spell after another.

"Yes, yes, the tip of the pen should be separated from the body of the quill."

"Fractured!"

"No! Who told you to break it completely? Oh, it's necessary to separate but it can still be connected, and when it is connected, it can still be attached!"

"Recovery?"

Rigg was helpless.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the dinner party on the first floor of the banquet hall had already begun.

Nigel smiled and greeted the patriarchs of various pure-blood families whom he had not seen for a long time, next to Lucius Malfoy who smiled proudly; his mother, Stephanie, was chatting with Narcissa Malfoy, and praised Draco from time to time. Malfoy, touting the little Malfoy as if he was in the world, raised his chin higher and higher. This was the only thing Stephanie, a mother, could do for her Rig.

Go back to Rigg's room.

"It's done! Hahahahahahaha!" Rieg laughed while holding the simple replaceable quill pen that he just made. Although the function is not as good as he expected, the product designed in two days hastily needs any bicycle, as long as it can be used. !
Finally kissed the replaceable quill, Rigg thought to himself, either you run on the parchment, or I run away, as long as one of us can run!
　Ask for a recommendation ticket!

　　


(End of this chapter)