Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

At night, Iger sat in the room, looking at the notebook in front of him and thinking silently.

Including this diary, four horcruxes have been obtained so far, and one horcrux has been destroyed.

Rings, diaries, cups and diadems...

At present, the remaining ones are the big snake, the locket and Harry himself...

Iger suddenly had a headache, and Harry, who was so surviving, became a Horcrux, which meant that after Voldemort was resurrected, he had to give Harry an Avada to eat a big melon...

According to Iger's thinking, the big snake should not have been made into a Horcrux so far. It is estimated that at the beginning of the fourth Goblet of Fire, Voldemort killed the Horcrux that the old Muggle man made during that time. Judging from Harry's reaction when he was dreaming, it should be like this...

This made Iger numb his claws. No matter how many Horcruxes he collects now, Voldemort must be resurrected.

But if he is resurrected, if he destroys too many horcruxes ahead of time, he will definitely attract his attention. God knows if he will be excited to create more horcruxes, and things will become more complicated...

Sure enough, it is better to find all the horcruxes first and then revive him, and then let him give Harry a little bit, and then he and Dumbledore directly destroy the horcruxes and jump out to give him a love education, right?

Throwing the diary on the table aside, Iger lay on the bed with his arms pillowed on his head, thinking about what happened during the day.

I have to say that the reason why Iger was able to get this diary is purely by luck!

Just in time for the leader of the werewolf to go to Malfoy's house and be killed by himself, it gave them a very strong visual impact, their first point.

Use Draco's safety question to let them distinguish between benefits and disadvantages, which is the second point.

Defeating Lucius by casting spells without a wand allowed them not only to recognize their potential, but also their own strength. This is the third point.

Then at the dinner table, he told Lucius that he knew the Horcrux in his hand. This was the fourth point and the last straw that broke the camel's back.

However, in fact, Slytherin's nature of seeking good fortune and avoiding evil made Narcissa, the mother who only had her family and children in her eyes, completely sided with her when she offered to protect Malfoy's safety...

But for a pretentious and ambiguous fool like Lucius, if it weren't for his wife's strong request, it would be hard to say whether this diary would be available...

Thinking of this, Iger couldn't help feeling a little thankful that Narcissa was at home at the time. If she wasn't there, the result would be uncertain.

The door opened, and Hermione walked in with a red face in her pajamas, her hair looked a little damp, she should have just taken a shower.

"Iger, what's going on at Malfoy's house today?" Hermione asked, looking at Iger.

"It was just a visit..." Iger grinned, "But when I remembered the Felicia in my pocket, I suddenly had a better idea..."

"This diary...?" Hermione said and wanted to pick up the notebook, but Iger quickly stopped her.

"It's dangerous, don't touch it..." Iger shook his head and said, then sat on the stool, patted his leg, and signaled Hermione to sit up.

Hermione lowered her head and sat on Iger's lap steaming from her head. Iger hugged Hermione and ticked the quill on the table beside him, and the quill immediately flew up.

Opening the diary, Iger wrote a line in the diary: Hello, my name is Iger Morrisseys.

Immediately, the ink marks quickly disappeared from the notebook, and a line of words appeared on the notebook.

'Hello, my name is Tom Riddle. '

"What's going on?" Hermione covered her mouth in surprise and said.

"This thing is called a horcrux. It splits its own soul through cruel killing methods, and then stores it in other items. In this case,

As long as that part of the soul is not damaged, the body will not die, Voldemort thought that this would make him immortal..." Iger sneered: "But in fact, nothing is immortal. "

"This is just too evil..." Hermione said, frowning.

"It's not too evil, but this method of splitting the soul is disgusting..." Iger raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and quickly wrote in his notebook: 'Riddle? That surname sounds like a Muggle surname...'

"Iger!" Hermione panicked and wanted to stop Iger: "You know that the mysterious man is a typical racist! This is too dangerous!"

"Fortunately..." Iger grinned: "I'm just showing you how the soul in the Horcrux can lure others. This is Voldemort's soul at the age of seventeen. He will definitely flatter me, and then Trick me to gradually let go of my guard against him and open the door of my heart, so that he can gradually suck my life force, and then use this diary to be completely reborn, at the age of seventeen, he will be reborn..."

Sure enough, a line of words gradually appeared in Japan, releasing self-righteous goodwill towards Iger.

Iger immediately chatted with him happily, as if he had asked some knowledge about black magic. After Tom told everything, Iger wrote: Thank you~

Then he closed the diary with a 'snap' and smiled at Hermione.

"You're so bad..." Hermione glanced at Iger reproachfully: "That's a mysterious person, are you just harassing him like this?"

Iger hugged the delicate body sitting on his lap with a smile: "Not only that, I also plan to put it in Dumbledore's office, and go chat about it every now and then..."

Iger sometimes really thinks that Voldemort's methods of attracting others are quite low-level. It is nothing more than various promises and then promoting his own greatness. Everything he'd played at Malfoy's house during the day was better than Voldemort's.

Iger was still wondering why so many people were seduced by Voldemort, but he thought he was funny until Dumbledore gave him an answer.

"What did he use to seduce you? Strength? Longevity? Beauty?" Dumbledore said this: "It seems that what you have is beyond his reach, and you live a fulfilling life with a kind heart and a heart without shadows. Voldemort can't get his hands on it, compared to that, Iger, what I'm most afraid of is that he finds some delicious food that you haven't eaten before, and uses it to lure you..."

Of course, Dumbledore's words were more of a joke, and Iger felt that he was not someone who could be fooled by food at all!

I guess so…

And the fact that the food in England isn't very good...

That's for sure...

"Honey, would you like some supper..." Mrs. Granger opened the door and walked in, then raised her eyebrows as she looked at the duo sitting in an ambiguous posture. For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was a little awkward.

"Wow..." Mrs. Granger smacked her lips as she looked at the two people who seemed to be under a petrification curse: "It seems that I came in at the wrong time, sorry, I will remember to knock on the door in the future..."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Granger hurriedly closed the door and left. The next second, Mrs. Granger laughed loudly in the corridor, as if something very interesting happened.

Hermione's face was flushed, and she tiptoed down from Iger's lap, and then hurried back to the room...

Iger was also too embarrassed, and threw himself on the bed with a frantic face, his mind was in chaos.

Voldemort or something... far less scary than Mrs. Granger...

In the early morning of the next day, Iger packed up in a hurry, and instead of looking at the half-smiling eyes of the Grangers on the dining table, he disapparated with a 'snap' of his notebook and disappeared.

Arriving at Hogwarts in a hurry, Iger ran all the way to the principal's office and rushed in: "Professor, are you there?"

"Ever since I heard the news yesterday that Greyback attacked two children at the gate of Malfoy Manor and was killed by a spell, I have been wondering when you will come to me..." Dumbledore was eating Holding a piece of sizzling honey bee candy, he immediately laughed when he saw Iger coming in: "I don't think any child would be so ruthless and cut off his head...except you, Iger..."

Iger spread his hands: "Well, it seems that the Ministry of Magic does not plan to hold me accountable?"

"Actually, you planned to pursue it from the time you gave Quirrell the Avada Kowtoom, but I blocked it, because no matter it was the last time or this time, the other party wanted to hurt you first, even if it was Fudge can't say anything, of course I hope you can change the habit of killing people at every turn, although they are really damn..." Dumbledore nodded: "The main thing and the thing that surprised me the most is that Lu Hughes will intercede for you, I'm curious what you did in their house?"

"Give them some threats, and at the same time make some promises to them." Iger took out Voldemort's diary from his pocket and threw it on Dumbledore's desk: "Of course, I borrowed a lot of blessings from the Felicity Potion... "

"Oh... my child, I haven't given you the item from the last transaction, but within two days you were so eager to make me owe another item." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, looking very happy: "To be honest, I haven't been in debt for many years..."

"Isn't there a bit of aftertaste?" Iger grinned: "Now you can transfer Hogwarts to my name. With Malfoy's help, I think it should be easy."

"I think so..." Dumbledore nodded: "But we agreed that the right to use and manage the castle is with me, and all you have is ownership."

"Of course, the main reason why I want to come down to the castle is because I am worried that one day you will suddenly be kicked out of the position of principal by the Ministry of Magic." Iger smiled: "So I want to make this place mine before then!"

"To put it bluntly, I'm still greedy..." Dumbledore murmured.

A glass of lemon juice appeared on the table next to Iger. Iger smiled and took a sip from the glass: "I see that your old man looks good recently? Does it look different from before?"

"Yeah..." Under the half-moon lens, a smile flashed in Dumbledore's wise and old eyes: "Thank you, Iger, you let me forget my regrets, thanks to you, I can bask in the sun during this holiday." Looking at the sun and eating sizzling bee candy leisurely, to tell you the truth, in fact, I spent most of my time beside the Mirror of Erised, wanting to die, but I couldn’t die..."

"Your appearance made the chaotic things easier. Don't look at me like that. I can tell you very clearly that I don't want to die now." Dumbledore looked at the expressionless Iger and laughed. Get up: "You're right, I should live with their share, I hope I can spend Christmas in the Pig's Head this Christmas..."

"Accompany your brother?" Iger raised his eyebrows: "I'm glad you still remember that you have a brother..."

"Don't say that, that guy doesn't know if he can forgive me, I haven't seen him for a long time, I don't know if he is still living an unclear life with those goats..." Dumbledore thought Whispering, Iger looked at him and grinned: "It seems that your worries are gone, and you talk more..."

"After all, Iger is getting old. You can't expect an old man who is about to enter the ground to shut his mouth." Dumbledore nodded, then took out a contract from the bookcase beside him and pushed it in front of Iger: "This is Hogger. Watts' transfer agreement, sign it, and you are the owner of this place."

"It's so fast..." Iger smiled, picked up the contract in front of him, glanced at it, and then picked up a pen and signed it.

"I thought that with your personality, you would read the contract very carefully. It seems that I was wrong?" Dumbledore said cheerfully.

"You just want to call me a money fan!" Iger curled his lips: "I don't need to care about you like you."

After the words fell, Iger signed the name in his hand, and immediately felt the faint connection between Hogwarts and himself.

"It seems that you should feel that this ancient castle and the entire Hogwarts campus are already yours." Dumbledore smiled: "Whether it's the house elves, or the dangerous Forbidden Forest..."

"That's great..." Iger put away the title deed and the contract with a smile. Contracts in the magic world are bound by magical effects, and the consequences of violating them are very serious. Of course, this is why wizards are willing to deposit their money in Gringotts.

"I think for a long time to come, I can live my leisurely life, right?" Iger said with a smile.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "There is one more thing you want?"

"I haven't thought about it yet." Iger spread his hands: "I already have enough professor, let's keep it for now, at least you can't die before you exchange it..."

Waving his hand at Dumbledore, Iger's figure disappeared with a 'snap', and then appeared in Granger's house.

The transfer of Hogwarts is a big event. The next day, the Daily Prophet reported this news. The fact that Iger Morrissey became the master of Hogwarts did cause a lot of trouble. There was a sensation, and many people sent letters to Iger, asking him what was going on.

"Fred and George asked me if I cast the Imperius Curse on Professor Dumbledore..." Iger grinned and laughed.

"I don't think there's anything funny about this kind of thing." Hermione said angrily, "Look at what that stinky woman said!"

With that said, Hermione picked up the newspaper and read: "Mr. Egg Morrissey has had an unclear relationship with Dumbledore since he broke out silently at the age of eight, and has been living in Massachusetts for the next few years. In the Melon family, it may be that such a family environment made him yearn for the living environment of a pure-blood family. We don't know what kind of deal existed between him and Dumbledore. Became the third Dark Lord after You-Know-Who..."

Hermione gritted her teeth and muttered: "What do you mean by such a family environment! What happened to the Muggle family?! Also, what do you mean by having ambitions for the living environment of a pure-blood family, and still trading! And the Dark Lord! What on earth is she thinking? Rita Skeeter, I remember her name!"