Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

Iger and Dumbledore did not stay in Grimmauld Place, and soon returned to Hogwarts. Dumbledore carefully looked at the locket in his hand, and took out Gryffindor's sword from the Sorting Hat. It was chopped, but the locket was unscathed.

"It looks like a very powerful spell has been placed on it. Even a sword can't destroy it. Can it only be opened from the inside?" Dumbledore put the locket on a small table not far away, and placed the sword on it. Handed it to Iger: "I think the only one that can open it is Parseltongue."

Iger nodded, looked at the small locket in front of him, hissing voice sounded: "Open..."

The locket popped open with a 'pop', and a black gas rolled out. Iger didn't say a word, the sword in his hand slashed directly with a sword, and the speed was extremely fast. Basically, just after the locket was opened, the sword in Iger's hand has already fallen...

The black qi had not yet formed, the locket shattered suddenly, and a sullen emotion was clearly transmitted to the hearts of Iger and Dumbledore, and the black qi slowly dissipated.

The two looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and Iger smacked his lips: "Did it want to say something just now? It always feels like it is a little panicked?"

"I...seem to feel it..." Dumbledore turned around absentmindedly, and the old voice muttered with some doubts: "You made him die so suffocated... It's strange that Voldemort would have such a complicated situation. Emotions?"

"But this Horcrux is much weaker than that ring..." Iger looked at the somewhat broken locket: "That ring should have been made by Voldemort when he was young."

"You're right, the soul in the ring is very strong and can even counterattack, but the soul in the locket is very weak." Dumbledore turned and looked at Iger: "I'm glad you found out This matter, this is a good thing, at least it can prove that the Horcrux will not be divided continuously..."

"It certainly can't be divided infinitely... It's like dividing a cake, you must divide a little at a time and there must be a small bite at the end..." Iger spread his hands and threw the locket on Dumbledore's desk: "If you have recently If you want to go to Grimmauld Place, please help Kreacher take this as a gift, by the way, don't go to that cave, it's useless..."

"I think he will thank you." Dumbledore nodded: "So, this thing is gone?"

"There is another sleeping in Gryffindor's bedroom. It is estimated that there will be another one. Voldemort at this time is too weak to feel that his treasure has been destroyed." Iger spread his hands: "In the tower I won't do business with you anymore, I think you should have discovered it long ago..."

"It looks like you've probably figured it out. When he is resurrected, it may be his doom..." Dumbledore nodded: "This is very good, at least it will give me the mood to help you find Phoenix... "

"What you said made me want to kill him immediately..." Iger smacked his lips, said good night, turned and left.

He found five Horcruxes in a row, which made Iger think that he could probably enjoy life with peace of mind. In fact, he did exactly the same thing. When he wasn't in class every day, he would eat or sleep, and be tired by Hermione's side every day.

Soon, it was another year before Halloween. Early in the morning, Ron rushed into Iger's room with a little owl in his arms.

"Iger, you gave me an owl?" Ron looked at Iger in surprise.

"Ah..." Iger rubbed his eyes in a daze: "It seems that it has already sent itself to the place, but it seems to be a little earlier..."

Ron held the owl in his arms lovingly, and then watched Iger swallow, feeling a little embarrassed, and said eagerly, "I will definitely give you a better gift for Christmas..."

"emmm...I'm looking forward to..." Iger muttered while hugging the pillow sullenly.

According to Hermione's words, Iger's current life is: extravagant!

In the morning on the long table in Gryffindor, Hermione sat beside Iger with an unhappy expression. She had been pestering Iger for the past two days to pay the elves.

Iger said with a bewildered expression that I thought so, and I did the same, but the elves didn't agree...

And Hermione made some small socks to hide in various corners of the Gryffindor common room, hoping to liberate which elf, which scared the elf, but it was of no use to them, Because except for Iger, the clothes given by others are of no use, and their master is Iger.

As Ron asked...

"The owner of the elf is Iger, and what you give is useless. Besides, why do you want to free Iger's servant?"

Early in the morning, Ron looked at Hermione with disgust and said, he was thinking who the elf freed to cook?

"Why can't I be freed?" Hermione looked at Ron angrily.

"Who are you? It's interesting..." Ron muttered.

"I'm him..." Hermione's face suddenly became hot: "I'm his girlfriend, what's the problem?"

Possibly because she was too angry, Hermione's voice was a little loud, which immediately attracted the attention of many people in the auditorium.

A loud whistle sounded, Fred and George were sitting on a table not far away, shouting at Hermione, the Gryffindor table was full of laughter, Angelina sat diagonally opposite Hermione and stood up to her. thumbs up.

"I'm glad you can correct your identity..." After Iger finished washing up, he walked leisurely into the auditorium. As soon as he entered the auditorium, he heard Hermione's annoyed voice.

Hermione's eyes suddenly turned red, she gave Iger a watery look, and then her face flushed, she picked up the book on the table and ran away.

"It's really inexplicable..." Ron angrily looked at Hermione's back running away: "If I really want to liberate the elves, I should tell you, dragging others to talk about the liberation of house-elves every day? House-elves Welfare Promotion Association?"

"SPEW for short..." Fred said leisurely.

"Vomiting?" George made up the knife, the two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"This is not a funny thing..." Angelina sighed: "She put small clothes in the common room, although it can't free them, but in the eyes of the elves, it is an insult, you didn't realize that these two days Isn't the tower as clean as it used to be? It's probably the elves who don't want to come clean up."

"So what? Are you going to criticize her?" Fred looked at Angelina with a smile.

"Well... I'll forget it." Angelina was slightly embarrassed: "Hermione lent me the broom, so I'm embarrassed to tell her something."

The twins looked at each other and laughed.

"I have already decided that Angelina will give you a broom when I marry you." Fred said, and the twins laughed again.

Angelina rolled her eyes, ignored the two, and turned to look at Iger not far away: "Mr. Morriss, won't you go and comfort your little girlfriend?"

"Don't need it for now, just take it easy, she's been like this every day for the past two days..." Iger frowned after eating a sausage, it was too greasy to eat sausage in the morning: "I'll be going in a while. Help Hagrid put the Swelling Charm on the pumpkin and Hermione will come too."

"It's great, you can bake on the stove and eat roasted pumpkin..." Harry looked angry: "See that bean-sized raindrop outside? Wood forced us to train..."

Ron silently ate a roasted sweet potato, ignoring Harry's words.

"Are you going to see our training? Ron?" Harry looked at Ron beside him, Ron gave Harry a bitter look: "Uh...ah...of course..."

A few minutes later, Ron glanced at Iger eagerly, hoping that Iger could keep him for a while, but it seemed that Iger didn't notice his expression...

After a long while, Iger strolled along the stone corridor in the courtyard towards Hagrid's hut, and saw Nick, who was almost headless, wandering in the stone corridor from a distance.

"Good morning, Nick!" Iger looked at Nick with a smile and said hello. Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor, has always been popular with students.

"Hello, hello..." Nick turned to look at Iger: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to Hagrid's place." Iger smiled and patted his chest: "I have prepared a large bucket of mead and a lot of refreshments. I plan to enjoy it with Hagrid. Would you like to join?"

"Ha... I'll forget it, after all, I'm just a ghost..." Nick tilted his head: "I hope you have a good day today..."

"Thank you for your blessings." Iger grinned, then looked at a white shadow flying not far away, a ghost owl flew in front of Nick, Nick caught the owl, and took down a silver-white letter behind him , opened it and looked at it, and then sighed with some sadness.

"I think with the mystery of magic, it is possible to find a way to harm the ghost." Iger pointed to the castle behind him: "If you are worrying about your neck, I suggest you go and Dumbledore Please ask."

Nick looked at Iger for a while: "You're right, Iger, why didn't I think of..."

Looking at Nick's faintly drifting white shadow, Iger shook his head and smiled. If I remember correctly, ghosts can also be petrified by basilisks, so there should be a way to hurt ghosts, but it won't be very painful. Got it…

He came to Hagrid's pumpkin field a long time ago. A thin layer of protective shield isolated all the rain beside Iger. Iger looked helplessly at Hagrid who was throwing rain in the pumpkin field.

"Hagrid, I'm here." Iger waved to Hagrid, "It looks like you don't need my help."

"Oh, Iger." Hagrid inserted his wand, which was very delicate compared to his size, into his coat~www.wuxiahere.com~ looked at Iger and smiled: "I couldn't hold back for a while, and I cast it ahead of time. The Expansion Charm, you know, I can't help but..."

Iger grinned, walked into the hut leisurely, turned a small stool into a large luxurious soft chair and leaned on it, then took out a bucket of mead and a lot of pastries from his arms.

"It looks like you have prepared a lot of things." Hagrid bent over and walked into the hut, looking at Iger and smiling: "I'm still thinking of making some stews..."

"Uh... that's enough." Iger blinked his eyes and laughed dryly.

"Where's Hermione? Why didn't you come with you?" Hagrid glanced out the window, then sat down on the stool.

"I guess it will be there in a while..." Iger yawned while looking at the heavy rain outside the window: "This weather is really uninteresting."

Saying that, Iger poured two glasses of mead at random: "Hannah gave me this two days ago, saying that it was a new type of mead that Old Tom got, and I just found out that the old Tom in the Leaky Cauldron was actually the Aibo family. of…"

"That's right, that shop has some history." Hagrid nodded, "It seems he has a good relationship with you?"

"Old Tom? Of course!" Iger took a sip from the glass: "I ordered a lot of food and wine for the elves this year, but I really don't understand why they like fish-flavored green beer..."

"The taste of elves has always been different from that of humans..." Hagrid muttered: "Actually, it might be more convenient if you order it at the Three Broomsticks."

"I tried it, but the proprietress of the Three Broom Bar doesn't seem to like underage drinking. She doesn't sell me anything except butter beer..." Iger spread out his hands and stuffed a small biscuit into his mouth.