I was inventing at Hogwarts

Nigel is responsible for helping Harry clear and revive his memory, while Rigg is responsible for extracting the memory and putting it into a crystal bottle for preservation.

This is an operation that has been done many times in the old house, and Li Ge is very skilled at it.

After all, Elder Dean and his father Nigel are both lazy dogs, and they will throw everything they can at him to him.

Dumbledore watched them quietly, pausing at any time if there was danger.

Harry closed his eyes nervously, countless memories tumbling through his mind.

Being beaten and scolded by Dudley in primary school, the early morning sunshine in the Gryffindor dormitory, the pasties on the Hogwarts Express, standing in the kitchen frying bacon for his aunt, the literary man Currig waving to him, and his infancy Lying in the cradle grabbing the toys on it...and finally, standing in front of the Mirror of Erised and crying.

Harry choked and said, "Begin."

Rigg pressed his wand against Harry's temple and slowly drew out a wisp of silvery mist.

Like rolling marshmallows, the mist became more and more solid and white.

After hearing Harry say the end, Rigg's wrist flicked and the connection was disconnected.

Before the memory dissipated, Rigg quickly put this memory into a crystal bottle.

Nigel stopped reviving Harry's memory and took the crystal bottle.

He pressed his wand firmly against the bottle and whispered the spell that would stabilize the memory structure.

Dumbledore listened with interest and secretly studied.

He really doesn't know how to do this spell.

Everyone thinks that he must know everything because he is so powerful.

When Nicolas Flamel gave him the Pensieve, he thought that Dumbledore must have known about it and not told him.

For so many years, Dumbledore extracted memories on the spot and put them into the Pensieve manually.

The wisp of smoke-like memory that seemed to be dispersed at any moment kept swirling in the bottle, and finally turned into a round gas ball that stopped motionless.

Harry, who was standing stiffly with his hands on his legs obediently against the wizard's robe, suddenly felt something cold being pressed against his face. Harry was startled.

His eyelids that had been shaking suddenly opened, his eyes full of anticipation.

Harry didn't know if the spell was over just now, and he kept his eyes closed for fear of affecting the effect of the spell.

Through the transparent crystal bottle, Harry could see the sphere inside, and he looked at Rigg.

Rigg nodded and said: "Yes, this is your memory. When needed, you can see it by uncorking the bottle and pouring it into the pensieve."

Harry carefully unscrewed the cork of the bottle and didn't even turn it away for a long time, which immediately made Rigg and Nigel laugh.

Nigel laughed and said, "Don't be so careful. It won't matter if you step on this memory a few times. You can just pour it into the pensieve."

Rige suppressed his laughter and did not expose his father, leaving him with a layer of underwear.

Nigel had a reason for saying that.

When making replaceable quill pens, I couldn't find any ideas for upgrading and optimization.

In extreme anger, he kicked his memory into the wall.

Dumbledore nodded secretly.

The spell is good and now it's mine.

Every time he looked at the memory, he was very gentle, for fear that the memory would be scattered in mid-air.

Memories that have not been stabilized by the structure will be dispersed by the wind as long as there is a small breeze, and will never be remembered again.

This is also the initial effect of this memory-extracting spell.

Used to help a heartbroken wizard forget painful memories.

Under Rigg's guidance, Harry poured the memory ball into the pensieve.

As Rigg pressed his head, Harry felt as if he was submerged underwater, invisible gas enveloped his mouth and nose, and he couldn't breathe for a while.

Then, his vision went dark, as if he was falling.

When Harry gasped and opened his eyes again, Professor Dumbledore, Rigg and Nigel were all standing in front of him.

They returned to the classroom on that empty night, with Harry standing in front of the magic mirror and crying.

Harry's face suddenly became familiar. He didn't expect that all the snot bubbles from his crying that day would come out.

Now it's still being seen by good brother Rigg's family and Principal Dumbledore!

Harry was roaring inside.

As soon as Rigg finished explaining how to leave the memory, Harry couldn't wait to drag everyone away.

The smile on Dumbledore's lips deepened, but it was hidden by his beard and was not noticed by others.

Harry, who answered the principal's office, blushed and stammered: "I, I remember if I have to sign the contract today."

Harry racked his brains for a long time to think of how to change the subject.

The ball is gone.

Don't look at me, don't remember what happened just now, whatever you do is fine!

Rigg received Harry's look of help and took a step forward, "Our contract is quite good. Has Principal Dumbledore read it?"

Harry's joint sales contract was discussed repeatedly by Rigg, Nigel and Dean.

This was quite tiring for Hedwig. In just one week, she had to go back and forth between Hogwarts and Dai's old mansion countless times.

The little fat he had gained after living at Hogwarts was lost again, and Harry was heartbroken.

So, he ordered owl food for Hedwig from the newspaper.

the next morning.

Hedwig, carrying a heavy package, chased Harry angrily and pecked him half a circle before returning to the Owl Room to rest.

Dumbledore called Harry crisply and picked up a long piece of parchment from the table.

"I've read this contract. It's very good. Just sign it."

Harry took it and without even looking at the content, he pulled it to the bottom and signed his name.

Rigg was helpless.

Harry could only sign while he explained Harry's benefits, benefits and obligations.

Harry felt a little guilty when he heard this, and hesitated to speak.

He did nothing but took a few photos and received 10% of the proceeds from the joint quill pen and free benefits for all products in the store, as well as a signing fee of one thousand galleons.

Merlin's boxers.

After listening for a long time, Harry couldn't help but interrupt Rigg, "You don't need to give me so much money, just take a photo."

To be honest, even if Li Ge didn't give money, Harry would be happy to support his good brother's products.

Rige shook his head, "We won't take advantage of you in vain, just accept it. Besides..."

Rigg smiled slyly, took away the parchment from Harry and said, "Didn't you sign everything?"

"Why?"

Harry didn't expect that his trust would make him unable to regret it.

Dumbledore looked at the scene in front of him and was extremely satisfied.

Such a harmonious and deep brotherhood is what he wants to see.

Harry still has his destiny in the future, which requires the help of his partners. It will be difficult for him to survive to the end alone.

Rigg held the parchment so high that Harry couldn't reach it no matter how much he jumped.

Harry was much shorter than Rigg due to malnutrition as a child.

Rigg and Harry were playing around, Nigel took the parchment and prepared to say goodbye to Principal Dumbledore and return to the Mansion of Letters.

He is also a busy man now, and after the joint plan with the Savior is launched, he has to race against time.

Gold Galleons are flowing every second.

With one last glance at his son, Nigel disappeared through the fireplace in the principal's lounge.

After Nigel left, Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and said, "You two young gentlemen."

Rigg and Harry fell silent and looked at the most powerful white wizard.

"I have a very curious question. Can you please answer it?" Dumbledore's eyes swept over Harry and Rigg, and finally rested on Rigg.

"Is there anything you want to explain about the flames in the Forbidden Forest that night?"

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