That night, the Gryffindor Tower was very lively, in fact, since Egger came to Hogwarts, the Gryffindor Tower had to hold a banquet from time to time for some trivial things, but fortunately, all the food needed for the banquet was purchased by the school, and there was no need for Egger, the owner of the castle, to pay for it...

But in fact, even if Egger was to buy it, he could afford it.

Egg had always thought that so many people at Hogwarts had bought all the ingredients, but it wasn't until later that Egg found out that except for the vegetables picked from the small gardens planted by Hagrid, the other foods were all sampled, and the house-elves used magic to make the food more abundant...

Egger was surprised when he found out, and went out of his way to ask Professor McGonagall, who told him that according to the first of the five exceptions to the 'Gamp's Basic Law of Transfiguration', magic cannot conjure food out of thin air, but it can increase it on the basis of the original...

Iger couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "I can't make beef, can't I turn into a cow?" ”

"Unfortunately, no, but if you know where there are cows, you can summon them, or make them huge, or kill them and cast spells on them to make them more numerous..."That's what Professor McGonagall said...

Iger finally understood why, even though the Weasleys were poor, they still had plenty of food at home every day...

As long as there is some vegetables in the garden, the wizard's house only needs to buy a turkey at Christmas at most...

Professor McGonagall also tells Egger that Transfiguration cannot conjure magical items, and that at most one form can be conjured...

As a result, Egger was unable to conjure up gold galleons, and even wizards in Muggle mints would cast anti-copy spells, which completely cut off Egger's last thoughts.

Thinking about it, Egg couldn't help but laugh again, after all, what he could think of, how could those wizards and greedy goblins who controlled the circulation of money not think of it?

Not far away, Fred confessed to Angelina with a glass of butterbeer, George laughed on the side, and Egger held his chin and looked at the twin brothers and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Iger knows that in fact George also likes Angelina...

I've changed a lot since I came here... Egger held his chin and looked at the burning fireplace in front of him, the night at Hogwarts had begun to get a little cold in the autumn.

"What are you thinking?" Hermione coughed, blushing as she lifted the blanket that Egg had covered and nestled beside Egg.

"Thinking of something that would make me happy..."Egg smiled, reached out and grabbed Hermione by the shoulders and pulled her into his arms, then lay down on the couch, Hermione suddenly lay on top of Egg in a panic.

Not far away, Fred and George watched as the two of them coaxed, and the tower became more lively.

Hermione's face was crimson, but fortunately, she had long been accustomed to Egger's strange appearance, and lay quietly on Egger's chest.

"I want to do something, but it's not time to do that," Egg whispered as Hermione hugged hermione, and Hermione's face suddenly turned redder.

"If you do, there may be some uncontrollable factors, and the result may be very bad..."Iger thought with a frown.

Hermione's face was so red that she could steam, and then whispered softly in Egg's ear, "What's the result?" ”

"It could turn out to be dangerous," Egg said subconsciously, patting Hermione on the back.

Hermione looked at Egg with sparkling eyes, "Are you afraid of danger?" ”

"Don't be afraid," Iger smacked his lips.

Hermione nodded shyly, her little feet gently hooked Egg's legs, and whispered, "If you're not afraid, there's nothing you can't do..."

"That's right!" Egg sat up abruptly and pressed Hermione's shoulder, his eyes suddenly lit up: "I'm not afraid, what are I worried about!" ”

Hermione was stunned, she noticed that what the two of them were talking didn't seem to be on the same channel...

Egg hugged Hermione's cheek and kissed her: "Thanks for reminding me, I still have some things, you guys go to bed early." ”

With that, Egg hurried out of the hole and ran towards Dumbledore's office.

"Stop!" Filch's voice came, and then a white light hit him, and Filch was stunned for a moment.

Iger felt that it was not good to always give Filch a forgetful look, he always didn't have a long memory to stop himself, and then he couldn't help but shake his head, I'm a substitute teacher now, I'm panicking! Besides, the whole castle is mine...

Running all the way to the door of Dumbledore's office, the stone statue slowly rotated and opened.

This is the prerogative of the Lord of Hogwarts, and Iger doesn't even need a password anywhere, as long as his name is still written on the title deed, which is a kind of soul agreement, somewhat similar to an unbreakable vow, and it is useless if someone else drinks the Polyjuice Potion and becomes Egger's appearance.

Of course, apart from Ravenclaw's knocker, that dead raven doesn't sell anyone's face, not Dumbledore...

"Good evening, Professor!" Egg rushed into the house, he was lucky that Dumbledore was eating a small snack.

"I suppose it must be very important for you to get you to quit the party and rush to me..."Dumbledore looked at Egger with some surprise.

"That's right!" Iger nodded, pulling out a piece of parchment, "I solemnly swear that I have no bad intentions. ”

A map suddenly appeared on the parchment, and Dumbledore looked at it in front of him with great interest, and he saw Egg and his name.

"Jaime they're really, really good, whether it's Animagus, or the crafting of magical items..."Dumbledore nodded with some nostalgia in his eyes, "So, you're here to hand in this forbidden item?" ”

Dumbledore looked at Egg with a smile and blinked, and Egg pouted, "Don't even think about it, look at this." ”

Egger adjusted the map to the Gryffindor tower, where the dormitories seemed empty as the students were gathered in the common room.

"Peter Pettigrew...", Egger's wand pointed at a name, "This is Ron's mouse, an Animagus... I think that's enough for you to think of a lot of things, Professor..."

"What do you mean—" Dumbledore raised his eyelids and looked at Egg.

"I don't know if you know, Peter Pettigrew was the Potter family's secret keeper in the first place, this was Sirius Black's idea, they claimed that Sirius was the secret man, but Peter Pettigrew was the real leaker." Egg said leisurely.

"Oh, my great-great-grandson who doesn't have a climate," the portrait of Phineas on the wall scoffed, "In the end, it's human nature that doesn't count." ”

Iger looked at Phineas's portrait and, for some reason, felt as if the old goatee man was relieved.

"Dumbledore, what are you waiting for! Don't hurry up and catch that vile and shameful leaker! Egger was right, and Phineas's goatee shook in the portrait, and the old man cried out with excitement.

Egger: "......"

"Calm down, Phineas," said a rich-looking witch next to him, who Iger remembered as what appeared to be Dalyse DeVant, a former Headmaster of Hogwarts.

In fact, the portraits in the Headmaster's Office are all from previous Headmasters, who only follow the orders of the current Headmaster, and because of their status, they can visit their other portraits in places like the Ministry of Magic or St. Mungo, and they also control a very important thing - the access to the Headmaster's Office!

They have the right to shut out headmasters they don't recognize, like Dolores Umbridge, appointed by the Ministry of Magic...

"How do I calm down?" Phineas shouted rudely, "The last descendant of the Black family, who has been wronged in Azkaban for twelve years!" God, how did the kid spend the past 12 years? ”

Although Phineas has always looked down on Sirius and thinks that he should not be assigned to Gryffindor, it has to be said that the old man takes such a thing as the continuation of the bloodline very seriously.

"Calm down, Phineas, we're not going to be short for a while." Dumbledore looked up, then turned to Egg, "How long have you been knowing?" ”

"I've known for a long time, but I'm afraid that arresting him early will cause some bad consequences." Iger thought for a moment and said.

"For example?" Dumbledore reached out again to signal Phineas to calm down, then looked at Egg.

"Like Voldemort's early return." Iger nodded.

Dumbledore nodded solemnly: "You're right, if he runs away and has no way out, it is indeed possible to find out Voldemort's clues and return to his master, but I'm curious about Egger, what made you change your mind?" If I'm not mistaken, you probably intended to push this time back as much as possible, right? ”

Egg nodded, grinning, "Thanks to Hermione, I reacted... I'm not afraid of him, I don't care when he comes back and what he does, I'm going to kill him sooner or later..."

"It's a reckless idea, but I think you're right." Dumbledore nodded, "While my old bone has two more days to live, I think you should know that his return is inevitable." ”

"That's right." Egg nodded: "So I thought instead of passively waiting for him to come back then, why don't we just grab him and put him in a cage and bring him back to life in our way?" ”

Dumbledore nodded, "So you're going to..."

"I'll get him." Egg nodded, "But I guess Fudge won't be willing to admit that it was the Ministry of Magic's mistake that caused Blake's wrongdoing, so he will definitely bring the Dementors and can't wait to give Peter Pettigrew a kiss, and I want the teachers to arrange for the Patronus at the door of the headmaster's room to prevent any Dementors from coming in." ”

"I assure you Egger, they won't even get in Hogwarts." Dumbledore nodded, "When are you going to do it?" ”

"I'll arrest it right away, so please inform the other professors, Professor." Iger turned to leave, his movements not dragging his feet in the slightest.

Dumbledore quickly stood up as Egger watched his movements, and walked out of the office with Egg.

Egg ran all the way back to the tower, pretending to be inadvertently in the wrong room, all the way to Harry and Ron's dormitory, looking at the fat mouse sleeping on Ron's bed, Egg smiled and lifted the mouse.

Peter Pettigrew, who was sleeping, thought it was Ron, and comfortably arched it in Egg's hand.

Egger immediately laughed and groaned, and the fat mouse suddenly woke up and looked at Egg with frightened eyes.

Egger casually put the mouse in his pocket, and in order to prevent any accidents, he reached out and pinched the fat mouse in his pocket, and then walked through the lively common room, all the way to the door of the principal's office.

At this time, at the entrance of the Headmaster's Office, several Patronus Spirits were waiting in formation, and behind Dumbledore, the four Headmasters were firmly controlling the door of the Headmaster's Office.

"Caught?" Dumbledore asked, looking at Egg.

"Caught." Iger nodded, and followed Dumbledore into the Headmaster's office, and Professor McGonagall and the others hurried to the Headmaster's office.

"What the hell is going on?" Professor McGonagall looked at Egger in surprise.

"Don't remove your Patronus, Severus." Dumbledore glanced at Snape and said, then took the big mouse handed over by Egger, and pointed at the wand in his hand: "The original form is revealed!" ”

Then he reached out and threw the fat mouse on a soft chair, and the originally gray-haired mouse suddenly swelled, and then turned into a fat man with thief eyebrows and mouse eyes.

"He's under my petrification spell." Egg smiled and took out a small vial of Truth Elixir from his robe: "Just three small drops..."

Snape twitched as he looked at the vial in Egger's hand, and he regretted giving the truth potion to Egger...

"Evra!" Dumbledore looked at a portrait on the wall of a former Headmaster who had his own portrait in the Ministry of Magic.

"Let's go." Evra nodded, turned and disappeared into the portrait.

When Dumbledore asked Peter Pettigrew about twelve years ago, Egg knocked Peter Pettigrew unconscious with a stun spell, and the room fell silent again.

Snape's wand moved, and it seemed that he wanted to kill Peter Pettigrew, but after seeing Egg's gaze, Snape finally just pursed his lips and withdrew his wand behind him.

"Shame!" Professor McGonagall looked at Peter Pettigrew with red eyes, "How can Gryffindor be so disgraced!" ”

Professor McGonagall trembled with anger, Iger gently walked over to her and supported him, Professor McGonagall's thin arm broke away from Egger's support, clenching the wand tightly in her hand, her cheeks trembling slightly, Iger had never seen Professor McGonagall so angry as she was now, it seemed that the old witch who was nearly 100 years old wanted to take her wand and give Pettigrew a shot to the bone.

"I thought it was Sirius!" Professor McGonagall shouted, her eyes slightly shining, "That kid has been in Azkaban for twelve years, I can't imagine what kind of life he's having!" Because of this waste, Potter and Lily died! Sirius enters Azkaban... He even dared to hide by Potter's son?! ”

Professor McGonagall said with a trembling lip, her thin lips bloodless, and with a finger of her wand, the chair beneath the unconscious Peter Pettigrew suddenly turned into a dense grid-like iron cage that encased Peter Pettigrew, and the gaps in each grid could not even be penetrated by a toad, let alone a mouse.

Dumbledore patted Professor McGonagall on the shoulder to signal her calmness, and then looked at Egger with a hint of inquiry and seriousness in his eyes, "Sometimes I feel that my calmness is a sin, because it can cause suffering to others. ”

"I can understand, in fact, I've been struggling with it for a long time." Egger nodded: "I've known for a long time, but I don't dare to change the direction of things at will, the reason why I was able to catch him in advance is also because I think I'm strong enough now." ”

"I don't recommend making rules with absolute force." Dumbledore looked at Egger and then at his wand.

"But sometimes we don't have a choice, because the rules are made by force." Egg shook his head: "If I want to see a flower bloom, I have to face the blood of the flower picker, I don't care if my hands are clean or not, as long as the flower blooms pure." ”