I was inventing at Hogwarts

"Oh, my dear Rig, this is not something you can play around with."

Dean, the afro-headed elder who had just rushed back to his old home after a long journey, held down Rigg's hand that was reaching for the wand and said with a smile.

The surrounding tribesmen looked over and laughed happily.

There was a wizard in the middle of the hall who started telling a story about how he secretly used his wand to bring down Muggle planes when he was a child, which made the whole room burst into laughter, and the air was filled with joy.

Dean thought for a moment that he and Nigel had been away from the old house recently, fearing that no one would be able to control the little ancestor, and quickly warned Rigg.

"The little wizard who secretly uses his wand will become a squib! You won't even be able to play Quidditch in the future!"

Hearing this, the tribesman who just said that he could masturbate didn't take it seriously, "Elder, just let him touch it. Who among us didn't want to touch the wand when we were children? Little Lige doesn't know any magic spells, so what's going to happen? .”

Thinking that although Rige had mediocre magic talent, he was the one who saved the family, he quickly added, "Although we are not good at magic, the replaceable quill pen is so powerful. Our Rige is a business prodigy!"

The tribesmen also nodded in agreement.

Rigg was unconvinced. Heimdall may not have had much talent before, but I am the chosen one with a system and brains!

He immediately acted coquettishly with Dean and asked to touch the wand to try it out in advance to ensure that he wouldn't play around with it.

"Well, then you can use my wand. As promised, you just touch it. Do you need me to show you?"

Dean hesitated again and again, feeling that it was better to let the children play with the wand once, but he found that he didn't know how to do anything. If he couldn't produce magic, he wouldn't play with the wand every day.

What's more, seeing Rigg, a ten-year-old kid, getting a dark circle because he was responsible for checking quills, Dean felt really guilty.

Rigg happily took over Dean's wand. It was a 13-inch pear wood wand with cat and leopard hair as the core material. It was still as good as new after years of careful maintenance by the owner.

This wand gave Rigg the greatest feeling of tolerance. He only slightly rejected his magic power, and with the master's acquiescence, he served him wholeheartedly.

Seeing that other people in the hall didn't think he could cast a spell, even Dean was just afraid that he would hurt himself.

Rigg raised his wand to the messy tabletop of the blue-robed wizard, feeling the magic surge from his fingertips to the wand.

"Clean up!"

Maybe it was the first time he used it, and too much magic power was injected into it, or maybe he felt the direction of the magic power too clearly and there was no waste.

The fresh wind surrounded the hall. With Rigg as the center, the coffee-stained tabletop of the blue-robed wizard was cleaned. The messy tabletop was divided and sorted according to Rigg's wishes. Even the yellowed uniforms of the house elves nearby were cleaned. It becomes like new in an instant.

The tribesmen looked at Rige in shock.

Dean also held his chin in stunned silence, feeling like he was hallucinating.

"This, this, this?"

Dean was shocked. He could never imagine how the wand that had been with him for 200 years worked better in Rigg's hand than in his own.

It can't be his fault, right?

Rigg looked at the table, looked at the shocked faces of countless tribesmen, and looked at Dean who felt like the green head above his head was crying.

"Elder Dean, are you okay?"

Dean wiped away his tears of joy, "There is hope for the successors, there is hope for the successors! My Dai family prodigy is indeed extraordinary!"

He never mentioned that just now he wanted to show Rigg how to use the wand.

On second thought, that’s not right.

Dean asked: "Where did you learn magic? Stephanie taught it to you in advance? What a nonsense!"

Dean never expected that Stephanie, who was born in our family, would make such a mistake.

Don't pureblood families know that spells need to be practiced repeatedly?

But the magic power of the little wizard has not yet stabilized. After countless tragedies, everyone has reached a consensus that magic cannot be taught to children in advance before enrolling in Hogwarts to avoid magic riots.

It is necessary to wait until the magic power is stable in the year of enrollment before teaching a few simple magic spells to facilitate the young wizards' enrollment.

Recalling that the effect of Rigg's magic was just a little bit better than that of an old wizard like him, it must be the result of years of repeated practice.

Dean was furious when he thought of this. He turned around to find Stephanie without even picking up his wand, almost destroying the prodigy of their Dai family!

Rigg quickly stopped Dean, who said he was going to find Stephanie for an explanation, "No, my mother only taught me the theoretical knowledge of magic, which I learned today!"

Dean was suspicious, "You can learn magic just by looking at it?"

Rigg nodded, picked up Dean's wand, and recalled the feeling when he learned the levitating spell in the conscious space.

"Wingardim Leviosa!" The pen tip waiting to be made on the table floated in the air.

The masturbating wizard in the center exclaims, "This is what I use in the morning!"

Rigg was very touched. Thank you. Because of you, I no longer have to make excuses about where I saw the floating spell.

Looking at the proud-looking Rigg in front of him, Dean frowned and worried. He silently cast a few detection spells to check that Rigg's body was not damaged before he felt relieved.

In this way, it is no longer a magic learned through years of practice.

Or did Rigg really learn it by watching other wizards use it?

Dean finally had to believe that maybe there really were talented people in this world who were born in his Dai family.

The tribesmen in the hall who originally made replaceable quills also looked at Rigg in awe. They had all gone through the growth stage, and they knew very well what they could and could not do.

At least they can learn the spell at a glance, which is an area that they will never be able to touch in their lifetime.

Dean changed his attitude of just watching the children play, and seriously told Rigg that tomorrow he would take Rigg to visit various literati residences, instead of continuing to check quills in the old house, to learn the business processes of important industries. This is what Rigg, the heir, should do.

The hall was peaceful and peaceful, except for the blue-robed wizard who had just returned from the bathroom and looked at his neat desktop with pain.

It's over, it's all over.

The blue-robed wizard never liked tidying up things, but he knew exactly where they were placed.

When Rig was cleaning the table, he thoughtfully put the pen nibs in a small box, but Rig didn't know that the nibs made by the blue-robed wizard and the raw material nibs had been spread out and placed on the table.

Now, the identical quill nibs are packed one by one in the box, and the blue-robed wizard lasagna sheds tears. How can this be done?

Rigg and Dean, who had just returned to the hall after the discussion, were pulled by the blue-robed wizard. They complained angrily that it was not that he didn't want to rush the work, but that his desk had been cleared away by someone as soon as he came back, so he couldn't tell which ones were which. What has been produced and what has not been produced.

Dean and Rigg looked at each other guiltily.

Dean asked: "Rig, what do you think?"

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