Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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

"It seems that a very powerful spell has been cast on it, even a sword cannot destroy it, can it only be opened from the inside?" Dumbledore put the locket on a small table not far away, and put the sword Pass it to Iger: "I think the only one who can open it is the Parseltongue."

Iger nodded, looked at the small locket in front of him, and hissed: "Open..."

The locket bounced open with a 'snap', and a black gas rolled out. Iger didn't say anything, and the sword in his hand directly slashed up with a sword. The speed was extremely fast. Basically, just after the locket was opened, the sword in Iger's hand already fell...

Before the black air took shape, the locket suddenly shattered, and a wave of sleepy emotions was clearly transmitted to Iger and Dumbledore's hearts, and the black air slowly dissipated.

The two looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and Iger smacked his lips: "Did it just want to say something? I always feel that it seems a little panicked?"

"I... seem to feel it too..." Dumbledore turned around in a daze, and murmured in an old voice with some doubts: "You let him die very suffocated... It's strange that Voldemort would have such a complicated way Feelings?"

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

"You're right, the soul in the ring is very powerful and can even fight back, 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 Horcruxes will not be continuously divided..."

"Surely it can't be divided infinitely... Just like dividing a cake, there must be a small bite left at the end..." Iger spread his hands, and threw the locket on Dumbledore's desk: "If you have recently If you are going to Grimmauld Square, please help me to take this to Kreacher, treat it as a gift for him, 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 one sleeping in Gryffindor's dormitory. I guess there will be another one. At this time, Voldemort is too weak to feel that his treasure has been destroyed." Iger spread his hands: "In the tower I won't make a deal with you, I think you should have found out long ago..."

"It looks like you've probably already figured it out. When he comes back to life, it might be his end..." Dumbledore nodded, "That's good, at least it will give me the mood to help you find the 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 feel that he could enjoy life with peace of mind. In fact, he did the same. When he was not in class, he only ate and slept every day, and he was tired of being by Hermione's side every day.

Soon, it was the eve of Halloween again. 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 sent itself to the place, but it seems to be a little earlier..."

Ron couldn't let go of the owl in his arms, and then watched Iger swallow, a little embarrassed, and said: "I will definitely give you a better gift for Christmas..."

"emmm...I'm looking forward to it..." Iger hugged the pillow weakly,

He muttered and said.

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

On the long table in Gryffindor in the morning, Hermione sat next to Iger with an unhappy expression on her face. She has been pestering Iger to pay the elves for the past two days.

Iger said with a bewildered expression that I thought so, and I did the same, but the elves disagreed...

And Hermione made some small socks and hid them in every corner of the Gryffindor common room, hoping to liberate some elf, which frightened the elves, but it was of no use to them. Because except for Iger, the clothes given by others are useless, and their owner is Iger.

As Ron asked...

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

Early in the morning, Ron looked at Hermione with a look of disgust and said, he was wondering who would cook for the elves after they were freed?

"Why can't I be liberated?" 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?"

Perhaps 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 sat on a table not far away and yelled at Hermione, the long Gryffindor table burst into laughter, Angelina sat diagonally opposite Hermione and stood upright. thumbs up.

"I'm glad you can straighten out your identity..." After Iger washed up, he came to the auditorium leisurely. As soon as he entered the auditorium, he heard Hermione's annoyed voice.

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

"It's really inexplicable..." Ron looked angrily at the back of Hermione 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 elf welfare promotion association?"

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

"Vomit?" George made up his mind, and the two looked at each other, and immediately burst out laughing.

"This is not a funny thing..." Angelina sighed: "She put small clothes in the common room. Although it can't liberate them, it is an insult to the elves. You haven't noticed the two days Is the tower not as clean as before? It should be because the elves don’t want to clean up.”

"So? 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 say something to her."

The twins looked at each other and laughed.

"I've decided on Angelina, I'll give you a broom the day I marry you." Fred said, and the twins laughed again.

Angelina rolled her eyes, ignored the two, and turned to look at Iger who was not far away: "Mr. Morrissey, don't you want to comfort your little girlfriend?"

"I don't need it for now, just take it easy, she's been like this every day for the past two days..." Iger frowned as he ate a grilled sausage. It was too greasy to eat grilled sausage in the morning: "I'll go to the restaurant later. Help Hagrid cast the Bloat Curse on the pumpkin, and Hermione will go there too."

"It's great, you can roast the stove and eat roasted pumpkins..." Harry said angrily, "Did you see the bean-sized raindrops outside? Wood forced us to train..."

Ron ate a piece of baked sweet potato in silence, ignoring Harry's words.

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

A few minutes later, Ron looked at Iger eagerly, hoping that Iger could keep him, but Iger didn't seem to notice his expression...

After a while, Iger strolled along the stone corridor of the courtyard towards Hagrid's hut. From a long distance, he saw Nick, who was almost headless, wandering in the stone corridor with a depressed expression on his face.

"Good morning, Nick!" Iger looked at Nick with a smile and said hello. Nick the Ghost of Gryffindor has always been very 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 barrel of mead and a lot of refreshments. I plan to enjoy it with Hagrid. Do you want to come together?"

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

"Thank you for your blessing." Iger grinned, and then looked at a white shadow flying not far away. A ghost owl flew in front of Nick. Nick caught the owl and took out a silver-white letter behind him. , opened it and took a look, then sighed a little sadly.

"I think with the mystery of magic, it is possible to find a way to bring harm to ghosts." Iger pointed to the castle behind him: "If you are troubled by your neck, I suggest you go and talk to Dumbledore. Please."

Nick stared at Iger for a moment, "You're right, Iger, why didn't I think of it..."

Looking at Nick's faint white shadow, Iger shook his head and smiled. If I remember correctly, ghosts can also be petrified by the basilisk, so there should be a way to hurt ghosts, but it will be very painful. knew…

Arriving at Hagrid's pumpkin patch early, a thin layer of protective cover isolated all the rain from Iger's side. Iger looked helplessly at Hagrid who was throwing rainwater in the pumpkin patch.

"Hagrid, here I come." Iger waved to Hagrid: "It seems that you don't need my help."

"Oh, Iger." Hagrid inserted his wand, which was very delicate compared to his size, into his coat, looked at Iger and smiled: "I couldn't hold it back for a while, and cast the expansion spell in advance, you know , I can't help it..."

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

"It seems that you have prepared a lot of things." Hagrid bent down and walked into the hut, looked at Iger and smiled: "I still want to make some stew..."

"Ah... that's enough." Iger blinked and laughed twice.

"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 here in a while..." Iger looked at the heavy rain outside the window and yawned: "This weather is really uninteresting."

As he said that, Iger poured two glasses of mead casually: "This was given to me by Hannah two days ago, saying that it was a new type of mead made by Old Tom. I didn't know that Old Tom in the Leaky Cauldron Bar turned out to be from the Abbott family. of…"

"That's right, that store has a bit of history." Hagrid nodded: "It seems that 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..."

"Elves don't always have the same taste as humans..." Hagrid muttered, "It might be easier if you actually order from the Three Broomsticks."

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