I was inventing at Hogwarts

"Oh?" Nigel stopped walking, "Can you tell me?"

We are about to board the big ship of Malfoy, and it would be good to understand him a little better.

Rigg's thoughts were racing, "Well... when I was passing by the first floor, I heard Grandma Jennifer talking to herself, wondering whether to tell us. The Malfoy family meeting said that they would annex our Dai family if they had the chance. They You don’t really want to cooperate with us!”

When Nigel heard this, he just smiled and said, "Baby, you are still young. Just leave these things to us. You don't have to worry about this."

Nigel, the leader of the family, is not a simple-minded person, and he has never underestimated the old fox Lucius Malfoy.

Looking at his father's attitude and recalling what his mother said when he was on the first floor, Rige's heart sank.

If the family is really willing to become a subsidiary of the Malfoy family in exchange for survival, then the prepared analysis of Slytherin's situation may be useless.

Seeing his unmoved father, Li Ge could only use his trump card, "Father, isn't Literary Residence just short of a quill that sells well?"

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

Little children know how difficult it is to develop a best-selling product.

I remembered that the color-changing quills I studied with my tribe, the shouting quills, and even the special-shaped quills that could roll up the feathers that eliminated the need for labor were all unsaleable.

Nigel couldn't help but sigh.

Research and development is really difficult, it is not as easy as selling goods or researching magic.

"My mother is teaching me the basics of magic." Rigg looked innocent again, as if his ideas really came from life. "The quills are so expensive. I can use 12 of them a day! If You can replace the nib and continue to use it. I will definitely buy a lot of this kind of quill pen!"

"Are you eating quills? How can you use 12 of them a day? And what do you know?"

Nigel felt even funnier, "A pen can last a long time, so why should we sell quills?"

Shaking his head, Nigel felt funny about his vague expectation just now. Is this an indiscriminate medical treatment for an acute illness? Even the speech of a ten-year-old child made him look forward to it.

But life-saving straw will not appear from the sky, only you can save yourself.

Nigel's expression became more determined, "Let's go, Rigg."

Rige wanted to say something more, but his father stopped him and pressed his shoulders to move forward.

"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. We can't save Literary Residence, so we have to find another way to live."

Rige felt his father's undeniable strength on his shoulders and was dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, after being busy for a long time, he strengthened his plan to run towards the Malfoy family. But it shouldn’t be. The ballpoint pen that can replace the refill is an invention that transcends the times. It has small profits but quick turnover, and has supported many manufacturers.

After taking two steps, Nigel couldn't bear it anymore.

"Baby Rige, I know you still have something to say. It's okay. You can talk to me slowly after the banquet is over. The banquet is about to start, and I have to make some preparations first."

Seeing that Rigg's expression did not improve, Nigel promised many toys that the ten-year-old Rigg wanted, and then hurried downstairs to greet the guests who had arrived first, leaving Rigg with nothing to do.

Rigg finished dealing with Nigel with a happy facade, and felt that he was completely finished.

I'm going to be little Malfoy's dog, and maybe I'll have to kiss Voldemort's boots in the future. No matter how many toys you give me, I won't be happy!

Why is this JPG.

Rigg was really desperate.

I habitually raised my hand to touch my pocket, but then I remembered that the dress I wore today could not hold anything.

Wait, nothing can be installed? !

Rigg's eyes lit up. He still had the unfinished quill in his room!

Before, I put it in the room because I couldn't fit it in and it wasn't completely finished.

Rigg dashed across the banquet hall and back to his room.

Leave behind your mother’s roar of “Watch your manners!!”

Thinking that his mother might have to cover her face with a fan later, pretending that nothing happened, and continuing to chat with other ladies, Li Ge didn't feel the noise, only found it funny.

Of course, the first priority is to roughly finish the semi-finished quill pen before going to find my father!

I was too anxious before and didn’t plan well.

If his father had a business acumen, Wenrenju would never be in this situation.

So it wasn’t that his invention didn’t work, it was that there was no physical object, and my father couldn’t see its feasibility and commercial value at all!

Thinking of this, Rigg looked at the time and saw that the dinner was about to start in half an hour.

As usual, the guests had to socialize for a while before getting down to business. Father and Malfoy came on stage together to announce the "good news".

Just do what you say, I, Li Ge, will never be weaker than anyone else in my life, "Iron Belly, save me————"

With a loud bang, a frightened-looking house elf wearing a uniform with the word Literary Residence, who looked like a sprouted potato, appeared immediately.

The originally high-pitched voice almost broke out, "What's wrong, my respected little master Li Ge, what danger have you encountered! When today's dinner is over, I will go and apologize to the most respected patriarch. I am really guilty." You deserve to die for not taking good care of your little master!"

"Oh, that's not the case either," Rigg said sarcastically.

He was so busy playing jokes that he forgot about the nature of house elves.

"No, I'm going to die!"

Iron Belly fired more than a dozen detection spells in a hurry.

"Little master, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? I'll notify the most respected patriarch immediately!"

Rige lay down on the ground, "My toy is broken. If I can't fix it, I'm going to die!"

The house elf Iron Belly breathed a sigh of relief and stood up from the ground shakily.

There was no way, my legs were weak from fear. Even if all detection magic showed normal, there was no way to know whether the little master had been hit by some rare evil curse.

Rigg pointed at the simple quill holder and pen tip that he had been studying for a long time, and directed Iron Belly to issue one spell after another.

"Yes, yes, the nib must be separated from the body of the quill."

"Split into pieces!"

"No! Who made you completely broken? Oh, you can be separated but you can still face each other, and you can still stick together when you face each other!"

"Recovered as before?"

Rigg was helpless.

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

Nigel smiled and exchanged greetings with the heads of various pure-blood families whom he had not seen for a long time. Next to him was Lucius Malfoy, who smiled proudly.

Mother Stephanie was chatting with Narcissa Malfoy, praising Draco Malfoy from time to time.

She kept praising little Malfoy so much that he seemed to be in the world, raising his chin higher and higher. This was the only thing Stephanie, a mother, could do for her Rig.

Return to Rigg's room.

"It's done! Hahahahahaha!"

Rigg laughed while holding the simple replaceable quill he had just made.

Although the function is not as good as he expected, the product designed in two days on the fly needs to be used as long as it works!

A final kiss on the replaceable quill.

Rige thought to himself, either you run on the parchment, or I run away, as long as one of us can run!

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