Chapter 43 Hogwarts Landlord

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

　　Including this diary, four Horcruxes have been obtained so far, and one Horcrux has been destroyed.

　　Ring, diary, gold cup and crown…

　　At present, the few items left are the big snake, the locket and Harry himself...

　　Egg suddenly had a headache. The immortal Harry became a Horcrux, which meant that Voldemort had to personally give Harry an Avatar after he was resurrected...

　　According to Egger's opinion, the big snake should not have been made into a Horcrux so far. It was probably at the beginning of the fourth Goblet of Fire when Voldemort killed the old Muggle man that the Horcrux was made. After all, it has been made since then. Judging from Harry's reaction when he was dreaming, it should be like this...

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

　　But if he is resurrected, destroying too many Horcruxes in advance will definitely attract his attention. God knows whether he will be excited and create a few more Horcruxes, and things will become complicated again...

　　Sure enough, it would be best to find all the Horcruxes first and then resurrect him, and then let him give Harry a brief spell. Then he and Dumbledore would directly destroy the Horcruxes and then jump out to give him a loving education, right?

　　Throwing the diary on the table aside, Egger 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 obtain this diary was purely a fluke!

　　Just when the werewolf leader went to Malfoy's house and was killed by him, it gave them a very strong impact on the picture, and they were the first to do so.

　　Let them distinguish the pros and cons with Draco's safety issue. This is the second point.

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

　　Then telling Lucius at the dinner table that he knew about the Horcrux in his hand 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, a mother who only saw her family and children, completely side with her when she offered to protect Malfoy's safety...

　　But for a pretentious and ambiguous wallflower like Lucius, if it weren't for his wife's strong request, it's hard to say whether he would have gotten this diary...

　　Thinking of this, Iger couldn't help but feel lucky that Narcissa was at home at the time. If she hadn't been there, the outcome would have been uncertain.

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

　　"Iger, what happened at the Malfoy house today?" Hermione looked at Iger and asked.

　　"Originally I was just a guest..." Iger grinned: "But as soon as I remembered the elixir in my pocket, I suddenly had a better idea..."

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

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

　　Hermione lowered her head and sat on Iger's lap with steam rising from her head. Iger hugged Hermione and casually ticked the quill on the table next to her, and the quill immediately flew up.

　　Opening the diary, Egger wrote a line in the diary: Hello, my name is Egger Morriss.

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

　　'Hello, my name is Tom Riddle. '

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

　　"This thing is called a Horcrux. It splits one's soul through cruel killing methods, and then stores it in other items. In this way, 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 can never be destroyed."

　　"This is simply too evil..." Hermione frowned and said.

　　"It's not too evil, but this method of splitting souls is disgusting..." The corners of Egg's mouth slightly raised, and he quickly wrote in his notebook: 'Riddle? It sounds like a Muggle surname...'

　　"Iger!" Hermione panicked and tried to stop Egger: "You know the mysterious man is a typical racial element! This is too dangerous!"

　　"Fortunately..." Iger grinned: "I'm just showing you how the soul in the Horcrux can seduce others. This is the soul of Voldemort when he was seventeen years old. He will definitely flatter me, and then Trick me into gradually letting go of my guard against him and opening my heart, so that he can gradually absorb my life force, and then use this diary to be reborn as a seventeen-year-old..."

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

　　Egger immediately started chatting with him happily, like asking him for some knowledge about black magic. After Tom told him everything he knew, Egger wrote: Thank you~

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

　　"You're so bad..." Hermione glanced at Egger angrily: "That's a mysterious man, and you're harassing people like this?"

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

　　Sometimes Iger really feels that the methods Voldemort uses to attract others are quite low-level. They are nothing more than making various promises and then promoting his greatness. In his previous life, the methods of MLM bosses on the Internet were much better than his. If nothing else, Iger thinks it is What he did at Malfoy's house during the day was better than Voldemort's.

　　Egger had previously wondered why so many people were tempted by Voldemort, but he thought he was funny until Dumbledore gave him an answer later.

　　"What did he use to seduce you? Power? Immortality? Beauty?" Dumbledore said this: "It seems that what you have is what he can't get, and you live a fulfilling life, a kind heart, and a heart without shadows. It's something Voldemort can't get his hands on. Compared to that, Egg, what I'm most afraid of is that he will find some delicious food that you haven't eaten before, and use it to seduce you..."

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

　　I guess so…

　　And the fact is that the food in England is not very good...

　　That's for sure...

　　"My dear, would you like some supper..." Mrs. Granger opened the door and walked in. Then she raised her eyebrows at the ambiguous posture of the two people sitting there. 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 spell: "It seems that I came in at the wrong time. I'm sorry, I will remember to knock on the door in the future..."

　　After saying that, Mrs. Granger hurriedly closed the door and left. The next second, Mrs. Granger's laughter sounded in the corridor, and it sounded as if she had encountered something very interesting.

　　Hermione's face turned red, and she tiptoed down from Egg's lap, then hurried back to the room...

　　Iger was also extremely embarrassed. He threw himself on the bed with a frantic look on his face and his mind was in chaos.

　　What the hell is Voldemort...not nearly as scary as Mrs. Granger...

　　Early the next morning, Iger hurriedly packed up and disappeared without looking at the half-smiling eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Granger at the dinner table.

　　Arriving at Hogwarts in a hurry, Egger 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 curse, I have been wondering when you will come to me..." Dumbledore was eating Holding a piece of sizzling bee candy, he immediately laughed when he saw Egger coming in: "I don't think any child would be so cruel and cut off someone's head...except for you, Egger..."

　　Egg spread his hands: "Well, it seems that the Ministry of Magic has no intention of holding me accountable?"

　　"In fact, you planned to pursue the case when you fired Avada Kedavra at Quirrell, but I stopped you because no matter it was the last time or this time, it was the other party who wanted to hurt you first, even if it was Fudge can't say anything. Of course, I hope you can change your habit of killing people at every turn, although they are really damned..." Dumbledore nodded: "The main thing and the most surprising thing to me is that Lu Hughes actually interceded for you, I'm curious about what exactly you did in their house?"

　　"I gave them some threats, and also made some promises to them." Egg took out Voldemort's diary from his arms and threw it on Dumbledore's table: "Of course, with the help of a lot of blessings... "

　　"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 you something again." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, looking very happy: "To be honest, I haven't had a debt in many years..."

　　"Isn't it quite reminiscent?" Egger 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 I have the right to use and manage the castle. 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 be suddenly kicked out of the position of principal by the Ministry of Magic." Egg smiled: "So I want to make this place mine before then!"

　　"To put it bluntly, it's still greed..." Dumbledore muttered.

　　A glass of lemon juice appeared on the table next to Iger. Iger smiled, picked up the glass and took a sip: "I think you look good recently? You look different from before?"

　　"Yeah..." Under the half-moon lenses, a smile flashed in Dumbledore's wise and old eyes: "I also want to thank you, Egg, for letting me put an end to my regrets. Thanks to you, I can sunbathe during this holiday. I was leisurely eating sizzling honey candies under the sun. To tell you the truth, I actually spent most of my time next to the Mirror of Erised. I wanted to die, but couldn't..."

　　"Your appearance has made things that were originally chaotic become simpler. Don't look at me like that. I can tell you clearly that I don't want to die now." Dumbledore looked at the expressionless Egg and laughed. Get up: "You are right, I should survive with their share. I hope I can spend this Christmas in the Pig's Head pub..."

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

　　"Don't say that. I don't know if that guy can forgive me yet. 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 muttered. As he said that, Egg looked at him and grinned: "It seems that you are no longer worried, and you talk more..."

　　"After all, Iger is old. You can't expect an old man who is about to be buried to keep his mouth shut." Dumbledore nodded, then took out a contract from the bookcase on the side and pushed it in front of Iger: "This is Hogg. Watts' transfer agreement, sign it and you are the owner here."

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

　　"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 say that I am a money addict!" Iger curled his lips: "I don't need to care about you."

　　After the words fell, Egg finished signing his name, and he immediately felt the vague connection between Hogwarts and himself.

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

　　"That's great..." Iger put away the land deed and contract with a smile. Contracts in the wizarding 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 money in Gringotts.

　　"I think for a long time to come, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net I can live my own leisurely life, right?" Iger said with a smile.

　　"That's right." Dumbledore nodded: "What else do you want?"

　　"I haven't thought about it yet." Egg spread his hands: "I already have enough, Professor, so let's keep it for now. At least you can't die before redeeming it..."

　　Waving to Dumbledore, Egg disappeared with a 'pop' and then appeared at Granger's house.

　　The transfer of Hogwarts was a big deal. The next day, the news appeared in the Daily Prophet. The fact that Egg Morriss became the master of Hogwarts did cause quite a stir. There was a sensation, and many people sent letters to Egger, 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 what that stinky woman said!"

　　As she said that, Hermione picked up the newspaper and read: "Mr. Egg Morriss has had an unclear fate with Dumbledore since the outbreak of Obscurity at the age of eight. He has been living in Massachusetts for the next few years. In the Gua family, it may be that such a family environment gave him the ambition to yearn for the living environment of a pure-blood family. We don't know what kind of deal there is between him and Dumbledore. Whether this young Obscurus will Becoming the third Dark Lord after You-Know-Who..."

　　Hermione gritted her teeth and muttered: "What does it mean to be in such a family environment! What happened to the Muggle family?! Also, what does it mean to have the ambition to yearn for the living environment of a pure-blood family, and then trade! Return the Dark Lord! What the hell was she thinking? Rita Skeeter, I remember her name!"