Egger and Dumbledore did not stay in Grimmauld Place, but soon returned to Hogwarts, where Dumbledore carefully examined the locket in his hand, took Gryffindor's sword from the Sorting Hat and slashed it, but the locket was unharmed.

"Looks like it's under a powerful spell, and even a sword can't destroy it, so it can only be opened from within?" Dumbledore placed the locket on a small table not far away and handed the sword to Egg: "I think the only one who can open it is Parseltongue." ”

Egger nodded, looked at the small locket in front of him, and a hissing voice sounded: "Open..."

The locket box popped open, and a black gas rolled out, Egger didn't say a word, the sword in his hand slashed directly up, the speed was extremely fast, basically the locket box just opened, and the sword in Egger's hand had already fallen...

Before the black qi could take shape, the locket box suddenly shattered, and a wave of sorrowful emotions was clearly transmitted to the hearts of Egg and Dumbledore, and the black qi slowly dissipated.

The two stared at each other with wide eyes, and Egg smacked his lips: "Did it just want to say something?" It always feels like it's a little panicked, right? ”

"I... I seem to feel it, too..."Dumbledore turned around a little distractedly, and the old voice was a little puzzled, "You made him die very breathlessly... Is it strange that Voldemort could have such complicated feelings? ”

"But this Horcrux is much weaker than the ring..."Egg looked at the somewhat broken locket, "That ring must have been made by Voldemort when he was younger." ”

"You're right, the soul in the ring is very strong, and it can even fight back, but the soul in the locket is very weak." Dumbledore turned to look at Egg, "I'm glad you found out, it's a good thing, at least it proves that Horcruxes don't keep splitting..."

"It can't be divided indefinitely... It's like dividing a cake, you will definitely have a small bite left at the end of a little bite..."Egg spread his hands and casually threw the locket onto Dumbledore's desk: "If you're going to go to Grimmauld Place recently, please help bring this to Kreacher, just treat it as a gift to him, by the way, don't go to that cave, it's useless..."

"I think he'll thank you." Dumbledore nodded, "So, there's no more of this thing?" ”

"There's another one sleeping in Gryffindor's bedroom, and I guess there will be another one, and Voldemort is too weak to feel his treasure destroyed." Egger spread his hands: "I won't trade with you with the one in the tower, I think you should have found out a long time ago..."

"Looks like you've probably figured it out, and when he comes back to life, it may be his end..."Dumbledore nodded, "That's good, at least it will put me in the mood to help you find the Phoenix..."

"What you're saying makes me want to kill him right away...", Egg smacked his lips, said goodnight and turned away.

Finding five Horcruxes in a row made Egg feel that he could probably enjoy life in peace, in fact, he did the same, every day when he was not in class, except for eating and sleeping, he was tired of being by Hermione's side every day.

Soon, on the eve of Halloween of another year, early in the morning, Ron rushed into Egg's room with a little owl in his arms.

"Egger, you gave me an owl?" Ron looked at Egg in surprise.

"Ahh

Ron couldn't put it down and hugged the owl in his arms, then looked at Egger and swallowed, a little embarrassed, and said to Ai, "I will definitely give you a better gift for Christmas..."

“emmm… I'm looking forward to it—" Egg mumbled as he hugged his pillow and muttered.

Egger's current life is, in Hermione's words: extravagance!

At the Gryffindor table in the morning, Hermione sat beside Egger with an unhappy expression, and she had been pestering Egg to pay the elves for the past two days.

Egger said with a confused face that I thought so, and I did that, but the elves didn't agree...

Hermione, on the other hand, had made some small socks and hid them in various corners of the Gryffindor common room, hoping to free which elves had been freed, which frightened the elves, but it was of little use to them, because the clothes given by others were of no use except for Egg, and their owner was Egger.

Like Ron asked...

"The owner of the elf is Egg, and it's useless for you to give it, so why do you want to free Egger's servants?"

Early in the morning, Ron looked at Hermione with a disgusted expression and said, he was wondering who the elves had liberated to cook?

"Why can't I be liberated?" Hermione looked at Ron indignantly.

"Who are you? That's interesting," Ron muttered.

"I'm him......" Hermione's face suddenly turned hot, "I'm his girlfriend, what's wrong?" ”

Probably because she was so 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 at a table not far away and shouted at Hermione, and there was laughter at the Gryffindor long table, and Angelina sat diagonally across from Hermione and gave her a thumbs up.

"I'm glad you're right to be yourself..."Egg finished washing up and walked into the Great Hall, where he heard Hermione's annoyed voice.

Hermione's eyes suddenly turned red, and she glanced at Egg with a watery look, and then picked up the book on the table and ran away.

"It's really inexplicable..."Ron looked at Hermione's back angrily as he ran away: "If you 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 mended the knife, and the two looked at each other, and immediately laughed.

"It's not funny," Angelina sighed, "She put her little clothes in the common room, although it can't liberate them, but in the eyes of the elves it's an insult, haven't you noticed that the tower hasn't been as clean as it used to be these two days?" It should be that the elves are reluctant to clean up. ”

"So what? Are you going to criticize her? Fred looked at Angelina with a grin.

"Hmm...... I'll forget it. Angelina was slightly embarrassed: "Hermione lent me a broom, so I was embarrassed to tell her something." ”

The twins looked at each other and smiled.

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

Angelina rolled her eyes, ignored the two, and turned her head to look at Egger not far away: "Mr. Morissus, aren't you going to comfort your little girlfriend?" ”

"Not for the time being, just slow down, she's been like this every day for the past two days..."Egg ate a roast sausage, then frowned, eating the roast sausage in the morning was too greasy: "I'm going to help Hagrid put a swelling spell on the pumpkin later, and Hermione will go over too." ”

"It's good that you can roast the stove and eat the roasted pumpkin...", Harry looked furious, "See that bean-heavy rain outside?" Wood forced us to train..."

Ron silently ate a piece of roasted sweet potato, ignoring Harry's words.

"You're going to watch us train, right? Ron? Harry looked at Ron beside him, and Ron gave Harry a bitter look: "Uh... Yes... Of course..."

After a few minutes, Ron glanced at Egg, hoping that Egger would keep him, but Egg didn't seem to notice his expression...

Half an hour later, Egg scurried down the stone corridor of the courtyard towards Hagrid's hut, and saw Nick, who was almost headless, wandering in the stone corridor with a depressed face.

"Good morning, Nick!" Egg looked at Nick with a smile and said hello. Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor, has always been popular with students.

"Hello, hello..."Nick turned his head to look at Egg, "Where are you going?" ”

"I'm going to Hagrid." Egg 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 do it together?" ”

"Huh... I'll forget it, I'm just a ghost, after all..."Nick tilted his head, "I hope you're having a good day..."

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

"I think with the mystery of magic, I can find a way to bring harm to the ghost." Iger pointed to the castle behind him, "If you're worried about your neck, I'd suggest you go and ask Dumbledore for it." ”

Nick looked at Iger and was stunned: "You're right, Egg, why didn't I think of it..."

Looking at Nick's faint and distant white shadow, Egg shook his head and smiled, if memory serves, ghosts can also be petrified by basilisks, so there should be a way to hurt ghosts, but I don't know if it will be painful...

Came to Hagrid's pumpkin field early, a thin shield isolated all the rain beside Egg, and Egg looked helplessly at Hagrid who was throwing the rain in the pumpkin field.

"Hagrid, I'm here." Iger beckoned to Hagrid, "Looks like you don't need my help. ”

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

Egger grinned, walked leisurely into the hut, casually turned a small stool into a large luxurious soft chair, and then took out a barrel of mead and a large pile of pastries from his bosom.

"Looks like you've got a lot of stuff in store." Hagrid stooped into the hut and looked at Egg and smiled, "I'm still thinking about making some stew..."

"Uh... That's enough. Egg blinked his eyes and laughed dryly.

"Where's Hermione? Why didn't I come with you? Hagrid glanced out the window and sat down on the stool.

"I guess it'll be there in a while," Egg yawned as he looked out the window at the pouring rain, "It's really unpleasant. ”

As he spoke, Egg poured two glasses of mead: "This is a new type of mead that Hannah gave me two days ago, saying that it was Old Tom who made it, and I found out that Old Tom of the Leaky Cauldron Bar was actually from the Abbott family..."

"That's right, there's a bit of history in that shop." Hagrid nodded: "Looks like he has a good relationship with you?" ”

"Old Tom? Of course! Egger took a sip from his 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 have always tasted differently from humans," Hagrid muttered, "Actually, it might be more convenient if you ordered at the Three Broomsticks Bar." ”

"I tried, but the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks doesn't seem to like underage drinking, and she doesn't sell me anything but butterbeer..."