Hogwarts: I, the King of Slytherin

Chapter 91

Learned that the Horcruxes he had given to the Malfoy family for safekeeping were lost.

Voldemort was furious.

He crawled out of his robe sleeve and bared his fangs at Lucius Malfoy.

Next second.

A large hand pinched his mouth.

Eric smiled and said, "I'm sorry Uncle Lucius, the pet I just caught is not very obedient." "

"Please tell me about the loss of Riddle's diary, which is very important."

Lucius raised an eyebrow and looked at the viper.

He didn't get angry because of an animal.

He recalled carefully and said, "That was more than a year ago. "

"At that time, the Ministry of Magic was carrying out another cleaning of black magic items, so I asked the store manager of Borginbock to come to my home."

"Mr. Borgin is shrewd, greedy, and every time he trades, he always plays tricks."

"Riddle's diary has traces of black magic on it, I think he took it secretly."

Eric frowned.

If Mr. Borgin had taken it, it would have been difficult.

Bockinbock is a store that resells dangerous goods.

More than a year has passed.

Maybe the diary would have been sold long ago.

"Thank you, then I'll go to Tumble Alley."

"Need someone to accompany you?"

"No, Overturning Alley is not dangerous for me." Eric said confidently.

Leave Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort, who was finally able to speak, was furious. "Six Nine Three"

"How dare he? When I gave him the diary, I told him that it was something very important. "

"Damn Karaktakusbock, I'm going to give him a taste of the Drill Curse."

Karaktakus is Mr. Borgin's real name.

But few people know about it now.

People who know him well usually call him Mr. Borgin.

As for how Voldemort knew.

Then I have to mention his first job after graduation.

Voldemort used to be an apprentice at the Borgingbock store.

Don't look at Mr. Borgin as a middle-aged man.

He was actually a little older than Voldemort.

On the way to Overturned Alley, Eric endured Voldemort's complaints.

It wasn't until the two arrived at the door of Bogginbock's store that he closed his noble mouth.

Jingle bells!

The brass bell above the door made a crisp sound.

Mr. Borgin walked out behind a pile of dangerous groceries on his back.

"Welcome, Lord Slytherin."

Seeing Eric's surprised eyes.

He explained with a smile, "I'm afraid there is no one in the wizarding world who does not know you, what exciting news it is for Slytherin to return to England. "

"I am honored to meet Mr. Borgin, who has long admired the daimyo."

The two spoke politely to each other.

While walking to the counter.

Alec gave a cursory glance.

There are a lot of quirky things in the store.

From pocket black magic detectors to glorious hands.

Big execution, vanishing cabinets.

You can find it all in the store.

"What did Lord Slytherin fancy?"

"I was indeed looking for something, it was a blank diary, black-skinned, once kept by the Malfoy family."

Mr. Borgin's face changed slightly.

The diary in Alec's mouth, he was all too familiar.

Because I can talk to the diary.

He had sold it to a pure-blood wizard for a high price.

Hiss——

Voldemort controlled the snake to climb onto the counter.

A pair of snake eyes stared coldly at Mr. Borgin.

"I remembered, but unfortunately you didn't come by chance, I already sold it."

Mr. Borgin quickly stated the appearance of the pure-blood wizard.

It is claimed that the other party is very faceless, and it seems that he is not a person from the British wizarding world.

Eric frowned.

He could tell that Mr. Borgin was not lying.

In such a place as Overturned Alley, three teachings and nine streams.

Survival is the most important thing.

The so-called confidential customer information is a joke here.

Leave Bockinbock.

Voldemort followed Eric's arm to his shoulder.

"(Snake language) What's next? Why don't you go retrieve the other Horcruxes first? "

"With your strength, the Gaunt family ring and the Slytherin locket, you should be able to retrieve it easily."

Eric stopped and looked at Voldemort with a smile.

He went to get the locket alone?

Let's not mention that the locket has long been removed.

Even if he was still there, he knew the power of the despair potion very well.

The kind of emerald green potion that cannot be destroyed by magic, but can only be drunk.

It cannot be solved with Eric's current means.

This Voldemort was still calculating in his heart.

If it is someone who does not know the plot, maybe he will really be deceived by him.

As for the Gaunt ring.

You can take a look.

Return to Malfoy Manor again.

Alec spoke to Lucius about the diary.

And ask the other party to find the pure-blood wizard who bought the diary.

With the Malfoy family's position in the British wizarding world.

It's still relatively easy to find someone.

"If you find the diary, ask Uncle Lucius to find a way to send it to Hogwarts."

Lucius didn't ask why, nodding straightforwardly in agreement.

Meanwhile.

A young house-elf outside the study listened to the conversation between the two word for word.

It looked around in horror.

Before anyone notices, cast magic and disappear in place.

Eric didn't know that his conversation was being overheard by a house-elf.

Came to live in this world for more than ten years.

He had long been accustomed to the existence of house-elves.

Because of the contract, house-elves are loyal to the wizarding families they serve.

This is common knowledge in the wizarding world.

So Eric subconsciously forgot that there was Dobby this outlier.

ended the conversation with Lucius.

Eric takes Voldemort ready to leave for Little Hangleton.

......

31 July 1992.

Harry looked at the date of the month board and began to look forward to it.

Eric said before the holiday.

On his birthday, he would take him out with Draco.

Let's be honest.

He's not happy these days. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

It wasn't because the aunt's family asked to do housework.

He had long been accustomed to this.

It was because he had never received letters from his classmates for more than a month.

Harry frowned and walked out of the room.

It is worth mentioning that he has now moved from the storage room under the stairs to the bedroom on the second floor.

Although this bedroom is not a large size.

Or a room that cousin Dali does not use.

But at least a hundred times better than the previous storage room environment.

At the dining table.

The Desleys and Harry began to enjoy breakfast.

Harry looked at his uncle and aunt and smiled to himself.

They probably don't remember that today is their twelfth birthday, right?

But Harry didn't expect much.

"Ahem!" Uncle Vernon wiped his mouth with a napkin and pretended to clear his throat.

"We all know that this is a very important day."

Harry jerked his head up and looked at each other in disbelief.

Vernon said proudly: "If I can negotiate today's deal, we will have no worries about the rest of our lives." "

Harry lowered his head and rolled his eyes wildly as he ate the breakfast on his plate.

He was actually looking forward to the discovery of the conscience of the Desley family just now.

What the hell!

Vernon didn't notice Harry's small movements.

"We should reconfirm the arrangement of the evening." Vernon looked at his wife: "It's eight o'clock in the evening, everyone is in their seats, Penny..."

"I should stay in the living room and wait for their warm welcome."

Vernon looked at her son again.

The two talked about the check process again:

Harry felt that their family was extremely hypocritical.

Unbearable, he finished breakfast in three or two strokes and planned to go out to kill time.

"Harry, what about you?"

He raised his head and saw that the Desley family was staring at him.

So he said, "I will stay in my room without making a sound, as if there is no person like me." "

Seeing the three nodded in satisfaction.

Only then did Harry get up and go to wash the dishes.

When he finished his chores, he was immediately thrown out of the house.

Before the evening meal.

He was not allowed to go home.

Because Penny needs to clean the whole room.

"It's a terrible birthday, I hope Alec they come and pick me up soon."

Time came to dusk.

Harry had eaten dinner early.

He entered his room under the watchful eyes of the Desleys.

Meantime.

He also meets the house-elf destined to meet, Dobby.

"Why can't I go back to Hogwarts? You also saw my life, and if I couldn't go to Hogwarts, I'd rather die. "

It is learned that Dobby intercepted his letter.

He also threatened not to return to Hogwarts.

Harry said that.

Seeing Harry's resolute attitude.

Dobby smiled wickedly and disappeared in front of the other with a snap of his fingers.

Harry had a hunch that something was wrong.

Hurriedly ran downstairs.

Wait for him to come to the living room.

I saw Dobby using magic to control the cake towards Uncle Vernon's guests.

"Dobby, stop!" Harry's eyes were serious, stopping the other from doing something.

As soon as the words fell, the cake stopped.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Just about to get Dobby to put the cake back in place.

Seeing Dobby's evil smile threatened, "Harry Potter wants to assure Dobby that you will never go to Hogwarts." "

Harry was stunned for a moment, his expression becoming hesitant.

Dobby shook his head in disappointment.

With a snap of his fingers, the cake fell straight on top of the heads of Uncle Vernon's guests, Mr. and Mrs. Mason.

The living room is a mess.

Vernon explained with a sad face: "My nephew has a brain problem, please forgive me." "

Inexplicably, I was made a cake.

How could Mr. Mason forgive them so easily.

Harry sighed.

Know that you are going to be scolded again.

They may also face confinement.

He looked at Dobby helplessly, who knew that the other party's triumphant smile slowly disappeared into the air.

"Uncultured fellow!" 3.7

Mason came up to Harry and pointed at his nose and cursed.

Harry, accustomed to it, stood in place, bowing his head to accept the verbal insults of the other party.

Vernon stepped forward and comforted his guest softly.

Wait until the other party's anger subsides.

He stepped forward and grabbed Harry's hair.

Harry was in pain, and his expression became very painful.

Without waiting for him to beg for mercy, Vernon's threat sounded in his ears: "I said, if you screw up my business, I will definitely not make you feel better." "

Vernon doesn't use magic though.

But he knew that casting magic required some tools.

So at the beginning of the holiday, he locked Harry's luggage, flying broomstick, and wand.

He originally thought that without these things, Harry would not be able to perform magic to do evil!

But he still underestimated the other party.

I didn't expect that my nephew would make trouble at the most important moment of his life.

An angry Vernon was getting harder and harder.

Harry felt like his scalp was going to be ripped off.

Mr. Mason on the side was full of excitement.

He even urged Vernon to clean up Harry.

What a terrible birthday!

Harry thought desperately.