I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 206 The Soul Planted in a Mushroom

"Oh no~~"

"Wages... what an evil word."

The moment I hear the word "salary".

Kreacher retreated repeatedly, as if he had seen some kind of pest.

Then, staring at Hermione with bloodshot eyes of disgust and hatred, he exclaimed, "Good heavens! What a wicked thing that is, a Mudblood saying such terrible things. Kreacher feels he has defiled her."

"Hi~" Before Hermione could say anything more, Owen squeezed in.

"Oh, yeah! Salary, what an evil word." He looked at Hermione with delight, then at Kreacher.

"Honestly—" he turned to look at Sirius, "I'm starting to like this little guy."

"Sirius, can you give it to me?"

His eyes shone as he looked at this rare breed of animal that worked without pay, and he was overjoyed.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Irving, Irving—well, Irving Rozier."

"???" Hermione looked at Owen with a puzzled expression. "When did you change your last name?"

"Just now!" Irving said casually.

Sure enough, after he uttered the name Rozier, Kreacher's gaze softened considerably.

It bowed to Owen and said in a flat, desolate voice, as if it came from the mouth of a dead man, "Kreacher is forever loyal to the Black family. I am very sorry, young master Owen, but if you need a house-elf, Kreacher can introduce you to one."

"No, I don't need it, I just want you."

"If you want to hire it, you have to pay it," Hermione said, her face contorted with disdain for Owen's freeloading attempt. "Besides, don't you already employ Dobby?"

"It said itself that it doesn't want wages. And don't mention Dobby to me!"

"It wants it!" the little witch insisted.

"It doesn't want to! Ask it and see how it answers you."

"I said it wanted it, and it wanted it!"

Hermione, who had been arguing with Owen and was now angry, glared down at Kreacher, her slightly narrowed eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.

If this were Hogwarts.

If she were to make that face at a young wizard.

That just means that unlucky guy is going to get a beating.

"Hey hey hey! Miss Granger, this is the first time I've ever seen someone threaten someone to get their wages."

"I didn't threaten it!"

"Your eyes are practically popping out of your head, and you still haven't threatened anything," Owen said irritably.

"But honestly, believe me, if you beat it up, it might be willing to listen to you."

"Alright, you two, stop arguing about that crazy little elf." Sirius Black finally couldn't stand their tug-of-war anymore. He stepped forward, separated them, and said, "This house is the ancestral home of the Black family, passed down for seven centuries. It has many rare books that you can't find anywhere else. There's a library on the second basement level. You two can go in and pick out whatever you want. You can even take everything you want; no one will live here anymore anyway."

"Let it be buried in the earth along with the dark surname Blake."

"Ugh! Another book!" Owen grumbled immediately upon hearing that Sirius Black's Christmas present was a magic book. "I've read enough books this semester!"

As he spoke, he took the locket out of his pocket. The gold locket had a capital "S" on it, made of sparkling emeralds, which looked like a small snake. It was the Slytherin family crest.

"Just give this to me."

"This? Are you sure?" Sirius asked, puzzled. "It doesn't look like anything good. Most of the things in that cabinet are either useless antiques or items related to magic and curses."

Didn't Nick give you a lot of magical items?

The magical item Nick gave him?

Does it refer to the real spyglass (moon-gazing mirror) that was in his jacket pocket?

Irving wore a comical smile.

Fortunately, my buddy is a true gentleman.

Otherwise, we'd have to eat stir-fried pork kidneys, steamed beef kidneys, and braised lamb kidneys every day to get all that nutrition!

Before the final battle, people will die of exhaustion.

"Ahem, this is a good thing, you've misjudged it."

He coughed a few times, feigning an embarrassment.

By the way, is he going to try out that moon-gazing mirror?

Nick wouldn't actually give him a X-ray vision device, would he?

Could it have other functions?

After all, Nicolas Flamel was a legendary alchemist who lived for over six hundred years. A person who could befriend Professor Dumbledore must have a high moral standard.

Maybe I misunderstood him?

Irving shook his head, banishing the idea from his mind of taking the lens off the Moon Gazing Mirror and making it into glasses.

"This is Salazar's relic, an antique from over 1,500 years ago, extremely valuable."

He said.

Suddenly, Kreacher jumped up and charged at him like a mad bull, shouting, "Put it down! That belongs to young master Regulus!"

Kreacher grabbed Irving's arm and yelled, his swollen eyes filled with anger and hatred.

"snort!"

"But it's in my hands now!"

"I'll take it; it's mine."

"Also, call it and see if it responds."

Owen sneered, casting a spell without a staff in his hand. In an instant, gray light spread across Kreacher's entire body, and in the blink of an eye, he was petrified except for his head.

Then, with a "thud," it fell to the ground.

"Owen~" Hermione glared at him, though she felt no pain after being petrified.

However, without the cushioning of the body, the body becomes very fragile.

It's very easy to break.

"Wait, what did you just say?" Sirius finally realized what was happening.

He examined the pendant box in Irving's hand, a strange sense of familiarity welling up inside him; he felt as if he had seen this thing somewhere before.

"That belongs to Master Regulus! It belongs to Master Regulus!" Kreacher, petrified, continued to cry and shout.

His hoarse, duck-like voice was extremely unpleasant to hear.

Before long, Owen began to suspect that this little elf might not know any sound-based magic.

"Shut up, what is this thing? And where did Regulus get it from?"

Sirius finally remembered.

When he was young, as a child, his mother had instilled that knowledge in him. This emblem was recorded in a book called "Born Noble: The Wizarding Genealogy." It was the emblem of the Salazar family, the founder of the pure-blood Slytherin family.

Kreacher stopped roaring; house-elves cannot disobey their master's orders.

Its mouth was open, and disgusting tears streamed from its bloodshot eyes, flowing down its nose and into its mouth.

"Tell me everything you know. I command you!" Sirius roared. "How could my brother have something that old monster Salazar had?!"

His heart began to race, and Sirius vaguely sensed a conspiracy hidden behind it all.

What angered him even more was that the little elf in front of him knew everything, while he was completely clueless about these things.

Kreacher was still convulsing, and it was clear that Regulus must have given him orders not to tell anyone about it.

It didn't even tell Sirius's mother, so why would it tell him so easily?

So it is struggling.

"Looks like—" Looking at Kreacher's pitiful state, Irving suddenly felt it was his turn to shine. He jumped out, twirling the locket on his index finger, "It's Sanchez's little theater time again!"

"It has to be said that our senior Tom has a morbid desire to show off when it comes to making Horcruxes. He has to choose some ancient magical items. As a result, people can easily guess what his Horcruxes are."

"It's a pity that the Gryffindor sword has always been displayed in the headmaster's office, otherwise the relics of the four founders would be complete."

"Owen, what are you talking about?" Harry asked, puzzled.

What is Tom's Horcrux?

Are Voldemort's Horcruxes here?

"Wait a minute, let me finish before I start criticizing his aesthetic sense," Owen waved his hand, signaling Harry to speak later.

Then, continuing on his own, he said, "If you ask me, you must be very careful when choosing the materials to make Horcruxes. First of all, you should not choose things that are famous in history, but rather the most inconspicuous things, or things that are inherently dangerous."

"The former is less likely to be detected, while the latter can effectively ensure security."

He shook the Salazar pendant box in his hand, waved to brush the dust off the chair next to the display case, and then sat down.

"But if you insist on going against the whole world, then no matter how well you hide the Horcrux, it will be discovered sooner or later. You must believe in the power of the people."

"So at this point, I would recommend the second option."

"If it were me—just an example—I wouldn't be foolish enough to tear my soul apart."

"If I were to create a Horcrux, I'd find a 'mushroom egg' and attach my soul to it. Hehe!!! Even if it gets destroyed, it can still set off a big firework."

"At least we can die together with the thieves, right?"

"The soul inside the mushroom egg, doesn't that sound intriguing!"

"Haha~~~" Owen clutched his stomach and laughed loudly, "Oh! I have to say, my idea is absolutely brilliant."

"If we're really looking for a 'mushroom egg,' Dumbledore probably wouldn't want it destroyed even more than I do. It would be best to place it under Hogwarts Castle."

His laughter drew surprised glances from the wizards around him.

Apart from Harry and Hermione, the other two people present had no idea what a "mushroom egg" was.

"Isn't it funny?" Irving stopped talking, then slowly said, "I think it's quite interesting."

"Heh—that's a really twisted idea," Hermione said bluntly.

"But dare you say my idea isn't safe? A soul planted inside a mushroom—do you dare destroy it?"

"Whether it's perverted or not doesn't matter, as long as it's useful."

Owen looked at the pendant box in his hand. "Look at this, Tom really doesn't care about cultural relics at all. If he tries to destroy this Horcrux now, he will inevitably damage this ancient artifact that is thousands of years old."

As he spoke, he began to fumble in his pockets.

After rummaging around for a while, he pulled out a small mirror from the lining.

"Hey, hey, are you there, Dobby? Are you there, Dobby?"

He called out for a long time, but there was no response from the other side of the mirror.

"Look! This is why I'm switching elves." He pointed at Hermione and complained.

Then, looking away, she said to herself in the mirror, "Dobby, you're getting fired!!!"

He roared.

This time the mirror reacted; it transmitted a voice back, "Oh! Is that Mr. Owen?"

"Whoosh whoosh~"

Along with Dobby's voice came a tremendous sound of wind.

It made a whooshing sound, as if it were on a snow-capped mountain.

"But you haven't hired me yet!"

"Okay, now I've hired you, and then I've fired you," Owen said indignantly.

"But—why, Dobby, Dobby works so hard, Dobby never slacks off. Dobby—"

"Alright, you've been hired by me again."

"Get back here right now! You've been playing for months and you're still not done playing?"

Go to Hogwarts and fetch Professor Dumbledore. I'm currently at the Black family's ancestral home; you should know this place. Mrs. Malfoy is Sirius's cousin; you should have been here before.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~"

The wind was very strong.

After a while, Dobby's voice came through, "No problem, sir, wait—oh my god! Mr. Owen, look!"

Dobby's image suddenly appeared on the two-way mirror, and then the camera panned to show him being lifted high by Dobby.

A towering snow-capped mountain in the distance is reflected in the mirror.

Dark clouds filled the sky.

But miraculously, a crack appeared in the middle.

Then a ray of golden light shone down, turning the snow-capped mountains golden.

That's—the golden light of the sun!

"Damn it!" Irving gritted his teeth.

"Sir, Dobby is so lucky to have encountered it on his first mountain climb. It's so beautiful! Absolutely stunning."

Dobby's cheerful voice came from the mirror.

Harry and Hermione, who were standing nearby, also sensed the genuine emotion reflected in the two-way mirror.

Through the small mirror, a majestic golden mountain was reflected in their pupils.

"Get out of here and go to Hogwarts, then bring Dumbledore here!!!"

Irving roared again.

He's yelled many times today.

My good mood vanished completely.

The places this guy went to were all on my travel itinerary!!!

Irving put the two-way mirror back into his pocket, then turned away forlornly, saying with a hint of pity, "I only hire Dobby during the summer."

Since other elves take care of food and lodging at Hogwarts, hiring more servants would be a waste of money.

"I gave him a break, about a month after school started."

"It went on vacation."

And what he was holding was his travel itinerary!

What a shame! ! !

The little one had no idea where to go since it was his first holiday.

Kind-hearted Owen (who couldn't stand the noise) gave him his travel plans.

That was originally the place Irving planned to go on his graduation trip.

But now a house-elf has beaten him to it.

In addition, he gave Dobby two magical items, one of which was the two-way mirror he had just been holding, for communication.

The other item is a door key. It's for getting home.

The location is Hogwarts.

"I'm not even living as well as a little elf!" Owen said sadly.

He remained silent.

After waiting for a short while.

About three or four minutes later, the space in front of the living room door suddenly distorted.

Then an old man with a white beard and a little elf wearing a thick gray beaver fur robe, fire dragon leather boots, gloves on both hands, and a blue wool hat on his head appeared in the living room.

At this moment, Dobby doesn't look like a house-elf at all, but more like a fairy.

"Oh! Sir! It's so nice to see you!" Dobby ran happily toward Owen.

"I'm not happy at all." He rolled his eyes, and then felt something being shoved into his hand.

That looks like a ring.

The gold ring was quite exquisite, radiating a captivating glow.

There seems to be something engraved on the inside.

"Merry Christmas, sir." Dobby stared with his round eyes. "Dobby doesn't know what you need, but this ring is something I found in the stream at the foot of that snowy mountain. It's for you."

As it spoke, it ran towards Harry and pulled a pair of red gloves from its pocket.

He ran to Hermione and took out a small stone tablet with Chinese characters engraved on it.

He ran to Ron and handed him a—hmm—teapot?

"What the hell!" Owen curiously picked up the ring in his hand and pointed to a short English sentence engraved on the inside.

——Ash nazg durbatulk

That's impossible.

It clearly says "Made in R.P.C."

Depend on!

In addition, the stone tablet that Owen gave to Hermione was engraved with ancient Eastern spells. Owen only glanced at it, but after seeing the words "Tomb of XXX", he suddenly felt that the One Ring he had, which was produced by Taobao, was actually quite good.

It looks much more authentic than the "Aladdin's Teapot" in Ron's hands.

So ultimately, only Harry's gift is the most normal. Apart from being the wrong size, Dobby probably chose it based on the size of his own hand.

Um—never mind, the gift is light but the sentiment is heavy, a gift of a goose feather from a thousand miles away is still a gift.

"Thanks!"

The bewildered young wizards answered mechanically.

Ron, in particular, was quite surprised by Dobby's transformation.

How should I put it!

He could hardly believe that this was Dobby.

Hermione, on the other hand, seemed much happier. In Dobby, she saw a free soul, a noble person, not a lowly servant.

"That's great. Everyone got a gift!" Professor Dumbledore, who had come along, said in a rather cryptic tone.

His tone was exactly like that of a child sulking because they didn't get a gift.

"Oh! Sir, Dobby~~~" The elf was in a panic, not expecting that the world's greatest wizard would ask him for a gift.

Dobby hadn't prepared any other portions at all.

Seeing this, Owen, as Dobby's employer, naturally couldn't stand to see his employee being bullied. He placed the Ring on his thumb and flicked it lightly. The ring traced an elegant arc and landed directly in Dumbledore's hand.

"Please take this, Gandalf, it's the One Ring!"

Dumbledore examined the gold ring in his hand.

Looking at Irving, he slowly shook his head, then the two looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh.

"Where's my grandfather? Isn't he with you?" Owen asked, panting, after calming himself down. "I thought you and he would be together."

(End of this chapter)