I was inventing at Hogwarts

External troubles are temporarily resolved, but internal troubles arise again.

Seeing the aloof Lucius Malfoy, whom he had previously regarded as a life-saving straw, with a gloomy expression on his face, he walked away with a wave of his sleeves.

For a while, most of the guests followed and left.

The remaining families also chose to leave first after amicably apologizing.

Dean Dai, the only elder of the Dai family, was feeling uneasy. He looked at other clan members and saw the same confusion and panic.

After digesting the current situation for a while, he said, "This brat!"

Dean's shock turned to anger, and a scowl appeared on his face, which made his blond afro appear rounder.

As the only patriarch of three dynasties, Dean, who is 198 years old this year, has survived two patriarchs. He has no other merits but timidity!

Oh, no, it can also be called overly robust.

So when the patriarch said he wanted to defect to the Malfoy family, he had no problem with it.

The Malfoy family is very powerful and rich, and he likes it very much.

Even if we have to cut back on food and clothing in the future, it will still be a smooth and prosperous road.

Of course, it was mainly because of his seniority that Lucius had to respect him.

Thanks to the memories provided by his predecessor, Rigg was not surprised to see a scene as noisy and chaotic as a vegetable market after the dinner.

I still have room to complain in my heart, it’s really Angry Birds VS the mature version of DiCaprio who doesn’t play with water guns.

The Angry Birds is the afro-headed elder Dean, and the mature and handsome Little Plum is his father Nigel.

"You brat, are you crazy! That's Malfoy! That Malfoy!" Dean roared.

Nigel silently cast a silencing spell on his ears. He knew what Dean was thinking without even listening.

Dean continued to ramble, and the tribesmen who were watching were also whispering, "Didn't you see the tragic situation before the Literary Residence? Where did the thing come from that made you feel like you were under the Imperius Curse? Merlin's socks!"

As he spoke, Dean began to wipe away his tears, took out his silk scarf and blew his nose loudly.

He was crying and shouting that he wanted to leave with Nigel's father, so that he wouldn't have to see Wenrenju completely close down and the century-old business be destroyed at his hands.

It hurts, it hurts so much!

Seeing Dean pulling out his wand and about to hit him, the tribesmen hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. Even if he hit Dean himself, it would be impossible for Dean to hurt himself. It would be bad if he accidentally hurt the person next to him.

For a time, the scene was lively and lively, with people singing and beating each other: the elder Dean who wanted to commit suicide; the tribesmen who persuaded Dean and stood in a circle but peeked at Nigel from time to time; who could not hear anything and looked blankly. Nigel was in the center of the scene; and Rigg was stunned, watching the drama in front of his mother beside him.

How could there usually be so many people? If today's choice hadn't affected their fortunes and lives, the clansmen would have made room for high-level meetings.

"Okay, okay," Nigel looked at him and ended the curse.

"Huh? Who is it, me?" Rigg didn't understand, and looked at his father who was waving to him in confusion.

"I said I want to help Literen Residence regain its glory," Nigel hugged Rigg, who came forward. "Then, we must not only consider the Literary Residence in front of us, but also look at the future!"

Following his father's push, Rige walked out step by step and stood in front of the clansmen.

Looking at Rigg in front of him, Nigel smiled happily, "Please let me introduce to you, the pride of the family, the creation of the replaceable quill pen, the best-selling product of Literary Residence in the future, and the family prodigy who saved Literary Residence, My Rigg.”

Standing in the front row, Li Ge felt like Simba being lifted up, but his father didn't draw a few lines for him.

The tribesmen in front of them had expectations, doubts, and...

etc? When did Dean sit down!

Dean used a transformation spell to turn the silk scarf into a high chair with bulging cushions and an orange-red soft leather backrest.

He sat down comfortably and said while combing his afro, "Okay, anyone can tell. Tell me carefully what makes you so confident that you can save Wenrenju."

With a light breath, Rigg looked at the anxious faces of the clansmen in front of him and Old Dean, who was sitting on the stool but still had his face wrinkled together in bitterness and hatred, and laughed easily.

"Don't worry, everyone. Now let me explain to you this new product that Wenrenju will launch soon..."

Later, Rigg talked with his father's remade finished replaceable quill pen, his mouth was dry, and from time to time he had to answer questions from Dean and the tribe, from the production principle to the sales plan, it was reasonable to suspect that his father just wanted to be lazy!

Nigel, except for what he said in the middle, signed an unbreakable oath with everyone on behalf of the family.

The rest of the time, he stood silently by the side, as if he wasn't paying attention to the scene. He tried to hold his mother's little hand several times but was swatted away.

Rigg thought angrily, Well done!

Time passed, and Dean, who was originally glaring and shouting, couldn't help but froze as he listened to Rigg's explanation.

The wrinkled face gradually bloomed like a chrysanthemum. While listening, he sighed with trembling in his voice: "Okay! Okay! Wenrenju can be saved!"

The more the tribesmen listened, the more they celebrated.

The patriarch Nigel looked at the venue, smiled and raised his glass and announced: "The dinner will continue because the Malfoy family left midway!"

The hundreds-year-old wizard Dean finally showed his magical power at this time.

Dozens of celebratory spells that the clansmen had never seen spewed out from his wand. Warm fireworks surrounded the clansmen, jumping stars, and countless legendary creatures on the dome appeared one after another... straight into the banquet hall. It’s decorated like a celebration.

Half an hour later.

After the initial surprise and relief, Dean calmed down a little. Then he remembered the threat before the Malfoy family left, and the joy in his heart quickly faded.

He left the celebrating clan members and quietly pulled the clan leader Nigel aside, "Nigel, I'm glad you can find such a way out, but I'm still worried that the Malfoy family won't let it go, even with the family secrecy curse. , and how long can we stop them?"

Dean looked around the bustling banquet hall and saw the faces of every clan member.

No, no one has the strength to stop Malfoy and his allies from overpowering others. Failure is only temporary. Money is useless if you can't keep it.

Nigel seemed to have read through his thoughts and stepped forward with a smile, raising Rigg's hand, "School is about to start. Rigg is luckier than me and can see the famous savior - Harry Potter."

"You mean, Du..." Dean suddenly realized, and the last piece of the puzzle in the fog finally came together.

Now looking at the replaceable quill in Rige's hand, I just glanced at Qian Tu and saw that Jin Gallon was waving to him.

"When I held you and changed your diaper, I thought you had a great future." Dean's hand, which was about to fall on Nigel's shoulder, moved steadily and without hesitation in Nigel's murderous gaze. He hesitantly landed on Rige's face and rubbed it hard.

"Oh, Rigg, my Rigg! You were so little back then, and now you're going to Hogwarts!"

Only Rige opened his mouth and finally remembered what he had forgotten.

"Oh my God! School is about to start!" Rigg shouted, grabbing the sides of his hair.

Father and Dean looked at each other and laughed, "Hogwarts is very interesting and will be an unforgettable memory for you in the future."

Nigel finally succeeded in holding Stephanie's hand, and Stephanie rolled her eyes speechlessly, with a smile on her lips.

"No, it's not!"

It's not that Rigg doesn't want to go to school, he's looking forward to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

Those characters that he could only see in movies and games will appear in front of him, as well as those wonderful spells, potions, magical plants and animals...

Lifting up the replaceable quill pen, Rigg looked devastated, "Is there anyone else in our family? They shouldn't be all here today, right?"

With final anticipation, Rigg looked at Nigel and Dean.

Nigel and Dean looked at each other, although they didn't know what was causing Rigg's collapse, they also had some bad premonitions.

Dean looked at the hall and said cautiously, "I think, maybe, maybe, it's almost the same. There should be only about 20 people in our Dai family."

Seeing Rigg's face turn pale, Dean added: "Unless there is someone else I don't recognize." It was a great joke, but no one laughed.

Nigel thought about it carefully and didn't know what Rige was suddenly worried about. The plan was perfect, right?

With replaceable quills, making a fortune during the back-to-school season can save the Mansion of Letters. It will be even better after school starts, and Dumbledore is not afraid of the Malfoy family.

"Well, school starts in about three weeks, which means we only have more than a week for pre-production and stocking up..."

Rigg gave the answer quietly, and watched with satisfaction as Nigel and Dean collapsed.

"No one is allowed to leave starting today, everyone is working overtime——"

Dean Roar scored twice.

Please read it, recommend it, vote for it, and give it a monthly pass! I have also read all the suggestions posted in this chapter and in book circles, but that’s what coding is. I really ate a lot of experience packages. Master Bao, Gou Quan, Mao Mao, Brother Tian, ​​and the editors chatted with me every day. But it’s difficult to learn without writing it yourself. I will work hard to improve it in the future!