Chapter 136 The Professor Invites You

The Owlery at Hogwarts is located on the top floor of the West Tower, a circular stone room where the owls of the school and students reside.

Rigg climbed up a narrow spiral staircase from the top of the tower on the eighth floor to the Owlery.

He really rarely comes here. Doesn't Harry's Hedwig smell good? Why go so far?

The tauren are number one in the world!

After entering the shack, Rigg frowned in discomfort. The floor of the cold shack was covered with owl droppings, and the house elves couldn't clean it as fast as the owls were throwing bombs freely.

The excrement was mixed with the scattered straw and the rat bones that the owl had eaten. Rigg could only choose where to put his feet and move forward cautiously.

After taking a few steps, he levitated himself and gave up on the minesweeper game.

Thanks to his previous night excursions, Rigg now has extensive personal experience in floating. He doesn’t even need to think about it, and his wrist starts to move on its own.

The blank parchment was also unfolded and enlarged, floating above Rigg's head, firmly covering Rigg and his half-empty small suitcase.

Stability comes first, and Rigg doesn't want to try the taste of gold galleons falling from the sky.

He slowly floated to the center of the clearing, moving the parchment slightly so as not to obscure his view.

After he adjusted the angle, Rigg looked up and could see the top of the shed. The perch made of unknown wood was covered with owls and unknown birds.

It's a bird, it's an owl!

This time, there were a lot less owls. Maybe most of the students took their owls away.

Harry almost forgot about his Hedwig, and was slapped in the face by Hedwig's angry wings on the Hogwarts train home.

When Rigg came to the owl hut for the first time, there were at least a thousand owls perched on it, with countless feathers falling down, and curious round eyes flickering on and off.

"I need to mail the report cards and comments for grades three to five."

Rigg cleared his throat and said loudly. As his voice spread to high places, countless owls and birds became restless. Rigg heard hoarse calls, sharp howls, and crisp cuckoo cuckoos.

After a while, some owls separated from the group of owls huddled next to each other. They seemed to know that they were going to send letters from these grades, and they flapped their wings and stayed on the branch directly opposite the rig.

"Um, what about George Weasley?" Rigg tried to follow Principal Dumbledore's instructions and read out a student's name.

A big, haggard-looking bird flew out. Its feathers were messy, as if it had been rubbed hard by someone.

It flew in front of Rigg, raised one foot, and waited for Rigg to tie the report card and comments to his foot.

"Is Hagrid so powerful?" Rigg was extremely surprised. He knew that owls in the magical world could understand wizards, but he didn't expect that Hagrid could train owls to give specific instructions.

Since this batch of transcripts was made of a special material, Rigg had to put a large amount of parchment to wrap the transcripts so that the owl could take them away with him.

Rigg shook his head while tying the letter.

Professor McGonagall, who customized these special stationery papers, certainly did not expect how much work it would be. She just met Rigg and Hermione and could no longer tolerate the stupidity and laxity of those little wizards. She hoped that her family could give them these The little wizards tightened their grip.

If he, the little wizard who was brought back to Hogwarts by Nicolas Flamel, had not been working, Snape and other professors who took turns working would have looked even worse when they saw the faces of scumbags like Ron.

Just one look at it will remind you of the amount of work you have done.

Rigg was only thankful that there were not many newborns and Muggle children with wizarding potential in the British wizarding world every year, otherwise it would have taken him about two days just to send the letter.

Now, Rigg looked at the letters in his hand. There must be more than a hundred letters, he thought optimistically.

It was getting dark gradually, and Rigg dedicated his entire afternoon to successfully finish the letters.

As soon as he emptied the small suitcase in his hand, Li Ge hurriedly walked back.

You can eat at any time. What kind of comments Professor Snape gave Ron and them was what Rigg cared about.

Rigg, who became the King of Jizjiji, quickly rushed back to the auditorium. After passing through the door of the auditorium and the empty college cup hourglass, Rigg took a closer look and his steps became even more brisk.

On the empty teacher's desk, two piles of parchment and report cards lay quietly there.

Lige, who quickened his pace, went straight to his destination. As soon as he picked up the latest pile of transcripts and comments, the happiest smile broke out on Lige's face. His waist was no longer sore, and his hands were no longer shaking. I can walk up to 8 floors with my breath.

By coincidence, the pile of report cards and comments that Rigg took were from the first grade. Snape probably put them in reverse order, so the report card of his good brother Ron, which Rigg had been waiting for for a long time, was there. First.

As for his criticism, other professors were more polite, but Professor Snape only had one sentence.

"Come to my office after school starts."

Rigg also compared Neville's picture horizontally. Snape was just as angry, but far less angry than when he thought about Ron's exploded cauldron after raising his blood pressure.

Neville's piece had just penetrated the back of the paper, and Rigg touched Ron's comment.

Broken, really broken.

Able to scratch the tough parchment directly, Rigg gave his good brother Ron a candle with sympathy and joy.

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"So, that's all that's left?"

The sudden appearance of Principal Dumbledore startled Rigg. He was so focused on Snape's comments to the other young wizards that he didn't even hear Principal Dumbledore's footsteps.

With a smile, Dumbledore took out a box of cockroaches from his arms and gave it to Rigg, who was still smiling. Rigg's smile suddenly froze on his face.

He resistedly tried to reject this gift, which was said to be full of the principal's "love", but in the end he still failed to withstand Dumbledore's strong recommendation.

With a face full of pain, Rigg pinched the corners of the box with his index finger and thumb, putting on a mask of pain, "Uh-huh..."

He grinned and looked at the cockroach that was still trembling on the edge of the box as if it was about to burst out of the box. He only glanced at it and quickly looked away.

If there's anything in this world that deserves to die, it's cockroaches, flies, mosquitoes, and Voldemort.

Oh, and have to add cilantro.

As the principal of Hogwarts, Dumbledore actually has the authority to know the movements of every registered student and professor in the school, but he generally does not use this authority so as to leave some privacy for teachers and students.

Now that he came to see Rige, he certainly didn't come here specifically to deliver cockroaches.

Dumbledore led Rigg outside, talking as he walked.

Fortunately, I caught up.

Because of the breakup, I wasted a whole day, and in the end I didn't save the manuscript. I have to go back to work tomorrow. Let’s see if I can save some manuscripts the day after tomorrow.