I was inventing at Hogwarts

Chapter 1 People on the Titanic

The sun was low, and the last ray of sunset hit the spire of the Dai family's old house.

Passing through the polished marble floor, which made people worry about the focus of the guests, they arrived at the banquet hall of the old house, which was finally used again after many years.

"On the right! The curtain on the right is higher!"

In my ears, my mother spoke loudly and rarely lost her composure.

There was nothing she could do about it. This was the first time in eight years that she had the opportunity to hold a large dinner party, and those pure-blood families were willing to attend.

How could she not be nervous or anxious?

The house elf was moved around under her command. After adjusting the curtains, she went to confirm whether each crystal cup was clear and shiny enough.

The silver-haired basswood earrings inlaid with rubies swayed and collided under her long golden curly hair, making a crisp sound. The lit-up star zenith cast a halo on her slim-fitting dress, making her figure appear curved.

"Rigg, dear, what do you think? I used to think that silver silk is more suitable for the starry sky dome, but what if those people only want to see the green that represents Slytherin? Rigg? Rigg?"

Stephanie couldn't control her chaotic thoughts, she was too nervous.

Chen Xin came out of his trance.

Oh, Rigg, my name is Rigg now.

Heimdall Day, a blond pure-blood wizard, is the only son of Nigel, the patriarch of the Dai family.

But it's a pity that at only ten years old, he is still a little kid with no voice.

Watching my mother holding her wand anxiously, walking around in the luxurious and elegant banquet hall.

Rigg quickly responded, "Mother, I'm here. I also think green is safer."

The mother who was approved loudly ordered the house elf to change the tablecloth, "What did I say before? Smooth!! No wrinkles are allowed on the tabletop!"

The portraits of the tribesmen around her were all giving her ideas.

Vernal Day, the 4th generation patriarch with a bright golden afro, said, "Oh, don't I know about the Malfoy family? My son-in-law is a Malfoy, so the gold crystal cup is definitely the best match for their pale gold color." Long hair.”

Ryan Day, the third-generation patriarch who has a baby face but has a dragon corpse under his feet, disagrees.

"If you ask me to tell you, Nigel is just fooling around. When will we Dai Shi need to bow down to a Malfoy?"

"snort!"

In the exquisite picture frame blocked by flowers next to it, a beautiful middle-aged woman drinking afternoon tea looked disdainfully, "Money, money, money! How can you move in the picture frame without money? If you are really capable, please give me an idea, how can I save it?" Literary residence?"

(The Literary Quill Store is located in Hogsmeade Village, where the first magic quill was born, making it the second creation in this book.)

Hearing this, Rige couldn't help but look at her one more time, recalling his mother's introduction three days ago.

This is Afro Vernal's daughter Jennifer Malfoy.

She was so attached to her family that she did not want to be separated from her parents, relatives and friends even after her death. She specifically asked the family's painters to hang portraits of her everywhere.

The portrait fell silent, and his mother, Stephanie, turned back to look for Rigg and sighed after hearing this.

"When we surrendered to Dumbledore and escaped the Ministry of Magic's liquidation, we should have thought about how the other Slytherin families would watch us live alone."

Stephanie's delicately made-up face could not hide her fatigue. She raised her hand to inspect Rigg's clothes and spoke to Rigg.

"I know that you have been hanging around the study recently, and you probably heard that today's dinner is for our family to cooperate with the Malfoy family."

She was interrupted before she was halfway through her words.

"Seven to three points, he Malfoy, seven and three of us cooperate?" Ryan became even more angry.

"Do you still want Rigg to be a follower to little Malfoy? Be his Malfoy's dog?"

Mother pursed her lips and said, "Nigel naturally has his own considerations. Didn't we have a good time when we left Slytherin? Now that we can go back, we can have the help of our in-laws and families, even if we bow to Malfoy a little and let the literati go. It’s good to live here. Anyway, Li Ge, you have to be prepared and learn to be patient for the dinner in a while.”

Rigg nodded silently, letting his mother leave with peace of mind to prepare for the banquet, but he himself had other ideas.

Do the Malfoy family really want to coexist peacefully?

Will everything be fine if I return to Slytherin?

He couldn't change the family's mind, but there was one person who could.

Rigg looked up at his father's study on the second floor.

The dinner is about to begin, and there are still 1 hour and 25 minutes before Rigg saves his life.

Passing through the busy banquet hall and going up the spiral staircase behind the dragon head sculpture on the right, you will find the study room of Nigel Day, the patriarch of the Dai family, Rigg's father in this life.

Rigg stood next to the sculpture, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, going over the current situation one last time.

Li Ge's previous life name was Chen Xin.

Chen Xin is a time traveler who has traveled to the magical world of Harry Potter, a world where wizards and magic really exist. This is something Chen Xin has never thought of before.

After all, he was just an average player when he was in school, with average grades in the class, no special romantic experience, and even the scratch-off ticket could only cost a median of 5 yuan. The only bright spot of luck was when he graduated from college. There were so many graduates that year. He hesitated... and then, under the persuasion of his senior brother, he became a glorious... real estate salesperson!

Then, within a few years of working in sales, I was playing the Harry Potter mobile game at night, and without closing my eyes, I traveled through time!

Thanks to the weekly question-and-answer activities of mobile games, he, a person who has never read the original Harry Potter, knows about it.

Slytherin is the Titanic. Even if it has not yet sunk to the bottom, when a savior named Harry Potter appears, Slytherin will become a training ground for dark wizards that everyone calls out.

Only by choosing the right direction and joining the righteous Gryffindor family can they get a good death.

And now, the Dai family, who had received the benefits of switching sides, defected from Slytherin to Gryffindor and escaped the liquidation of the Ministry of Magic after the war.

Really unable to withstand the original Slytherin pure-blood family's commercial encirclement and suppression, he prepared to jump repeatedly, jumped back to Slytherin, and defected to the Malfoy family!

If Rigg was not a time traveler, he would definitely have no objection to his father's decision, and he would also like to praise his father for being so wise and powerful!

It's a pity that Rigg is, so sad.

So he could only be prepared, use emotion and reason, and try to convince his father.

If verbal persuasion is useless, physical persuasion is the only option.

Thinking about the unfinished simple quill pens in the room, Li Ge really wanted to slap God.

Why couldn't he have traveled back two days earlier? As soon as he figured out the situation, he had to negotiate with the patriarch's father.

If it weren't for the house elves, the daylilies would be cold!

The Man with Open Eyes is on the Titanic, but where is my Ruth?

After having fun in pain and thinking about it, Rige felt that he could no longer be nervous.

After sorting out his thoughts, Rigg went straight to the study on the second floor.

Coincidentally, the door was not closed, so Rige opened the door directly and walked into the study.

Nigel held the wine glass and looked out the window.

The famous Golden Gallon Fountain in the old house of the Dai family is gushing. On the desk made of expensive dragon blood wood are sales reports from various quill shops in Literary Residence for three months, as well as written articles everywhere. It is the parchment on which the content is analyzed.

As soon as he entered the study, Nigel quickly turned around and drew out his wand and pointed it at the door!

"Oh, it turns out to be my baby Rig."

Nigel looked at Rigg at the door and waved his wand.

When the time came out of the tip of the wand, it was already 17:55 in the evening on August 10, 1991, one hour and fifteen minutes before the dinner started.

There are still only half a month left before the savior Harry Potter enters school.

Before Rigg could speak, Nigel put his arm around his shoulders.

"The time is indeed coming soon. Let's go down together to help your mother and see what else needs to be prepared."

His father wanted to push him out, but Rigg's feet seemed to have roots.

Can not Go Out! When he reaches the first floor, if he doesn’t have enough chips, his father will not listen to his analysis!

Rigg was very anxious, there was not much time left for him!

My thoughts were turning over and over again, and I accidentally saw the picture frame hanging in the study!

"Father, don't ally with the Malfoy family! Lady Jennifer overheard the conversation over there!"

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