Chapter 111 Asian Difficulty

Hagrid didn't agree with Rigg and the others to help transport the pumpkins. He always felt that this was Professor Dumbledore's punishment for him.

But with legs on Rigg's body, who can stop a little wizard who runs so fast?

Rigg called out to Harry and Hermione, turned around and ran away.

As soon as they saw Rigg running away, Harry and Hermione's bodies began to move on their own. This was the sense of trust and tacit understanding they had developed after long-term night outings.

Without this tacit understanding, they would have delivered food to Filch long ago.

"Hey, don't run away, you can't move that pumpkin."

Hagrid was screaming from behind, unable to call back the three little wizards who, as soon as he saw that he didn't agree, greased their soles and ran away.

Not to mention, without the frail Ron holding him back, Rigg felt that their time to reach Hagrid's hut was even shorter.

They ran all the way out of the castle, across the fields, and came to the east side near Hagrid's hut, which was Hagrid's pumpkin patch.

"Fortunately, Ron didn't come today, otherwise Hagrid would have caught up with him." Rigg was a little glad that they didn't wait until Ron finished telling his story.

He panted slightly and walked forward slowly.

Hermione originally wanted to urge them to hurry up, but when she turned around, she realized that Hagrid was still far away from them.

Behind the trio, there was a swaying black figure in the distance, which was Hagrid who was still trying to run forward.

Hagrid was indeed exhausted after a day of transportation. The amount of exercise he did in this half day was greater than when he patrolled the entire Forbidden Forest.

Harry squeezed his muscles with some uncertainty. As a Quidditch player, he knew his body best.

Harry asked blankly: "Do you think we seem to be running faster than before?"

Rigg and Hermione both shook their heads. Their control over their bodies is not as meticulous as Harry's. As young wizards with excellent spell skills, they rarely do physical work, so they can't tell the difference between themselves and before.

"Well, I'm not sure either." Seeing that both Rigg and Hermione denied it, Harry muttered, scratched his head and walked forward.

Arriving at the pumpkin patch, Rigg directed Harry and Hermione to work together to transport a pumpkin.

"I, I'm not sure I can do it, but I can give it a try." Hermione licked her lips nervously. Looking at the size of the pumpkin, she knew it must be very heavy.

Normally Professor Flitwick would only ask them to float a piece of fruit or a book, but she had never floated such a heavy object before.

Moreover, she messed up everything during the exam. Thinking of the Charms exam, Hermione rarely had any confidence in herself.

In fact, Hermione's levitation charm had always been used very well. She only made mistakes during the exam because she was nervous.

Hermione waved her slender wrist.

In the dim pumpkin patch, there was only a small oil lamp that Hagrid used to inspect the farmland at night. Under the light, her skin was as warm as jade.

The pumpkin moved slightly, and Rigg and Harry thought Hermione had failed and were about to comfort her.

Hermione was seen clenching her teeth, wrinkled her little nose, and increased her magic output. Her hand holding the wand was shaking.

Rigged glanced twice at Hermione, who was attentive.

Unlike Harry or Ron, Hermione rarely makes strange expressions, and she pays great attention to her image.

Rigg thought Hermione was quite cute today.

The pumpkin flew up tremblingly, looking like it was about to fall to the ground at any moment, and the height from the ground was only as high as Harry's knees.

But this was enough. Harry bent down and lifted the big pumpkin with his hands.

"ha!"

The veins on Harry's neck popped up and he grinned. This pumpkin is really heavy.

With Harry's assistance, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. Now she could direct the pumpkin to float forward.

Hermione and Harry's pumpkin-carrying trip was on track, and Rigg was lost in thought about the pumpkin patch.

Now, it's not like before when his hands were oily and he couldn't hold the wand. He must be using the wand to help him transport the pumpkin.

But looking at the pumpkin patch that seemed to have no boundaries, and looking back at Hermione and Harry who had already tried their best, Rigg felt that he and Hagrid were the main force in transporting the pumpkins.

At least he and Hagrid can kill at random.

He was in charge of the random killings, and Hagrid was in charge of Gaga.

After spinning a few large pumpkins in front of him, Rigg tried to levitate a pumpkin.

There is no difficulty.

He floated the second one, and Rigg let out a long breath, feeling a little pressure, but it was still within his tolerance.

When the third pumpkin floated, there was no smile on his face, and his green eyes were shining in the dark night.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but why does Rigg feel like he’s smoking?

Wisps of white smoke rose, and Rigg tried to levitate the fourth pumpkin.

Now, the expressions of the three little wizards carrying the pumpkins were very unified.

They grinned together and used their faces to exert force.

The muscles in Rigg's arms were tense, and the wand in his hand seemed to be entangled in a thousand spider threads and could not be pulled out.

After taking a moment to adjust to the pressure, Rieger defined the difficulty of transporting four pumpkins.

Asian difficulty.

It has to be the Asian exam difficulty level.

Professor Flitwick's exams were nothing compared to delivering pumpkins.

Rigg now felt like he could give Professor Flitwick a pineapple tap dance ten times faster.

Rigg was fighting four pumpkins, and Hermione and Harry, who started walking back, met Hagrid first.

Just as Hagrid was about to take the pumpkin, he was startled by the roaring Hermione and stood there at a loss.

"Don't touch my pumpkin!"

Hermione's roar seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, and matching her vicious eyes, Hagrid retracted his hand in fear.

Harry, who was carrying the pumpkin, burst out laughing.

He laughed briefly, and in the face of Hermione's angry eyes, he kept his mouth tightly closed and continued to carry the pumpkin obediently, as if he was very attentive.

Hagrid stood there cowering, watching Hermione leave who seemed to be eating people. He walked forward again and saw...

"Merlin's pocket!"

Hagrid looked at the four giant floating pumpkins in awe.

Rigg missed something behind the pumpkins, and he shouted to Hagrid: "I counted, there are twelve pumpkins behind. Hagrid, go quickly, let's have a few each, and we will finish the shipment soon!"

Hagrid nodded and ran towards his pumpkin patch.

He wanted to transport more pumpkins so that he wouldn't have to trouble Rigg and the others.

The journey to transport the pumpkins was painful.

Rigg felt that the further back he went, the more magic power he consumed increased exponentially, but when he approached the castle, the feeling of emptiness suddenly disappeared again.

At this moment, he was floating these four pumpkins and returned to the third level of difficulty.

Rigg's steps suddenly became brisk.

On the high platform of Hogwarts Castle, Dumbledore, wearing colorful candy-colored pajamas, squinted his eyes below and nodded with satisfaction.

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