Chapter 43: Lord of Hogwarts

Chapter 43: Lord of Hogwarts

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

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

Rings, diaries, gold cups and crowns...

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

Iger suddenly had a headache, and Harry, who was so immortal, became a Horcrux, which meant that after Voldemort's resurrection, he had to give Harry a shot of Arvada himself...

According to Iger's thoughts, 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 Muggle old man had made during that time. Judging from Harry's reaction when he was dreaming, it should be like this...

This made Iger's claws numb. No matter how many Horcruxes he collected now, Voldemort must be resurrected.

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

Sure enough, it's better to find all the Horcruxes first, then resurrect him, and then ask him to give Harry a shot, then destroy the Horcruxes directly with Dumbledore and then jump out to teach him a love education, right?

He casually threw the diary on the table beside him, and Iger lay on the bed with his arms on his back, thinking about what happened during the day.

I have to say that the reason why Iger was able to get this diary was purely a fluke!

Just in time for the werewolf leader to go to Malfoy's house to be killed by himself, it gave them a very strong impact on the picture, and they were the first.

Taking Draco's security questions to make them distinguish between the good and the bad, this is the second point.

Defeat Lucius with a caneless spell, allowing them not only to recognize their own potential, but also to recognize their own strength. This is the third point.

Then he told Lucius at the dining table 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 luck and avoiding evil made Narcissa, when she offered to protect Malfoy's safety, the mother who only had her family and children in her eyes completely stood on her side...

But for Lucius, a pretentious and ambiguous scumbag, if it wasn't for his wife's strong request, it's hard to say whether this diary could be obtained...

Thinking of this, Iger couldn't help but feel fortunate that Narcissa was at home at the time. If she wasn't there, the outcome would be uncertain.

The door rang, and Hermione walked in wearing a pajamas with a red face, her hair looking a little damp, she must have just taken a shower.

"Iger, what the **** is going on at Malfoy's house today?" Hermione looked at Iger and asked.

"Originally I was just a guest..." Iger grinned: "But when I remembered the Flux 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 motioned for Hermione to sit up.

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

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

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

'Hi, my name is Tom Riddle. ’

"What's going on?" Hermione said, covering her mouth in surprise.

"This thing is called a Horcrux. It splits one's own soul through brutal killing methods, and then stores it in other objects. In this way, as long as that part of the soul is not damaged, the body will not die. Voldemort thought that this would allow himself Immortal..." Iger sneered: "But in fact, nothing is ever destroyed."

"This is simply too evil..." Hermione said with a frown.

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

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

"Fortunately..." Iger grinned: "I just show you how the soul in the Horcrux seduces others. This is the soul of Voldemort when he was seventeen. He will definitely flatter me, and then Lie me to gradually let go of my guard against him and open my heart, so that he can gradually absorb my life force, and then use this diary to be reborn and reborn at the age of seventeen..."

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

Iger immediately chatted with him happily, like he asked for some knowledge about black magic, after Tom said everything he knew, Iger wrote: Thank you

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

"You're so bad..." Hermione glanced at Iger angrily: "That's a mysterious person, so you harass people like that?"

Iger smiled and hugged the delicate body sitting on his lap: "Not only that, I plan to put it in Dumbledore's office, and I'll have a chat every once in a while..."

Iger sometimes really thinks that Voldemort's means of attracting others are very low-level, nothing more than making various promises, and then promoting his greatness. The one he played at Malfoy's house during the day was better than Voldemort's.

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

"What did he lure you with? Strength? Longevity? Beauty?" Dumbledore said: "It seems that you have everything he can't get, and you live a full, kind heart, and no shadows in your heart. It's something that Voldemort can't touch, compared to that, Iger, what I'm most afraid of is that he finds some delicious food that you haven't eaten before to lure you..."

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

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 pushed open the door and walked in. She raised her eyebrows while looking at the ambiguous posture of the two of them. For a while, the atmosphere in the room was a little awkward.

"Wow..." Mrs. Granger smacked her lips as she looked at the two who seemed to be under the petrification spell: "It seems that I didn't come in at the right time, sorry, I will remember to knock on the door in the future..."

After speaking, Mrs. Granger hurriedly closed the door and left. The next second, Mrs. Granger's laughter sounded in the corridor, as if something very interesting happened.

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

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

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

Early the next morning, Iger hurriedly packed up, and without looking at the half-smiling eyes of the Grangers at the dining table, he Disappeared with a 'pop' of his notebook.

After rushing to Hogwarts, Iger ran all the way to the headmaster's room and rushed in: "Professor, are you there?"

"Ever since I heard 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 zizi bee candy, he immediately laughed when he saw Iger coming in: "I don't think any child would cut off someone's head with such ruthlessness... Except for you, Iger..."

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

"Actually, since you gave Quirrell the Avada, you planned to pursue it, but I stopped it, because whether 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 the habit of dying at every turn, although they are really damn..." Dumbledore nodded: "The main and most surprising thing is that Lu Hughes actually intercedes for you, I'm very curious about what you did in their house?"

"I gave them some intimidation, and at the same time made some promises to them." Iger took out Voldemort's diary from his arms and threw it on Dumbledore's desk: "Of course, I borrowed a lot of light from Flux... "

"Oh... my child, I haven't given you the item I traded last time. As a result, you couldn't wait to owe me another item in two days." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, looking very happy: "To be honest, I haven't been in debt for many years..."

"Isn't it quite memorable?" Iger grinned and said, "Now you can transfer Hogwarts to my name, with Malfoy's help, I think it should be very easy."

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

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

"To put it bluntly, it's still greed..." Dumbledore thought in pieces.

A glass of lemon juice appeared on the table beside Iger. Iger smiled and took a sip: "I think your old man looks good recently? Doesn't it look the same as before?"

"Yeah..." Under the half-moon lens, Dumbledore's wise and old eyes flashed a smile: "Thank you for this, Iger, you let me have regrets, thanks to you, I can bask in this holiday. I ate zizi bee candies in the sun, and to tell you the truth, in fact, I spent most of my time beside the Mirror of Erised, I wanted to die, but I couldn’t…”

"Your appearance has made things that were originally chaotic easy. 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 smiled. Get up: "You're right, I should live with their share, I hope I can spend Christmas at the Pig's Head Bar this Christmas..."

"Accompanying your brother?" Iger raised his eyebrows: "I'm glad you can still remember that you have a younger 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 wonder if he is still living an unclear life with those goats..." Dumbledore read. While talking, Iger looked at him and grinned: "It seems that your worries are gone, and your words have become more..."

"After all, Iger is old, you can't expect an old man who is about to go into the ground 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're the master here."

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

"I thought that based on your character, you would definitely look at the contract very carefully. It seems that I was wrong?" Dumbledore said cheerfully.

"You just want to say that I'm a fan of money!" Iger pouted, "I don't have to care about you as much."

The voice fell, Iger signed the name in his hand, and suddenly felt the vague connection between Hogwarts and himself.

"It seems that you should feel that this castle and the entire Hogwarts campus are yours." Dumbledore smiled: "Whether it's a house elf, or that dangerous forbidden forest..."

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

"I think for a long time to come, I will be able to live my leisurely life without stopping, right?" Iger laughed.

"That's it." Dumbledore nodded: "There's one more thing you're going to want?"

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

Waving his hand towards Dumbledore, Iger disappeared with a 'pop' and immediately appeared in Granger's house.

The transfer of Hogwarts was a big deal. The next day, the Daily Prophet published the news. Iger Morriss became the master of Hogwarts. There was a sensation, and many people sent letters to Iger, asking him what was going on.

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

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

Saying that, Hermione picked up the newspaper and read: "Mr. Egger Morriss has had an unclear relationship with Dumbledore since he broke out silently at the age of eight, and has lived in Ma In the melon family, it may be this family environment that makes him yearn for the living environment of the pure-blood family. We don't know what kind of deal there is between him and Dumbledore. Will this young silent person? To be the third Dark Lord since You-Know-Who..."

Hermione gritted her teeth and muttered: "What is such a family environment! What happened to the Muggle family?! Also, what does it mean to have a yearning for the pure-blood family's living environment, and still trade! And the Dark Lord! What the **** was she thinking? Rita Skeeter, I remember her name!"