Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

"Woo~" The leader of the snowman who could spray water raised his head and whined, and the surviving snowmen limped closer to their leader.

The snowman leader led the snowmen to kneel down towards Moriarty, his eyes full of gratitude, he made a "gurgling" sound in his mouth, and gestured back and forth between Moriarty and the snowman baby with his hands.

Lockhart scratched his head: "Well, I think the snowman is thanking you for saving their child."

Moriarty looked at them coldly for a while and then looked away. If he hadn't taken away the Ice Moon Necklace, he might have used these snowmen to practice the Death Curse.

Of course, the fact that the black wizard killed a large number of snowmen is also crucial. The snowman tribe has paid a heavy price.

Moriarty only wants revenge, not a murderer.

The snowmen also wanted to ask about the Ice Moon Necklace, but were scared away by the snake language coming from Moriarty's mouth.

The terror brought by the Twelve Ice Snakes is far more terrifying than death.

Lockhart was so frightened that he peed his pants when he heard the hissing. He fell to the ground and looked at Moriarty in disbelief.

"You, you never told me that you are a Parseltongue!

And you killed three people! Are you a dark wizard?

And, what about those curses? Oh Merlin...who are you!"

Lockhart let out a scream and lay straight on the ground. He had a rich imagination and thought that Moriarty would kill and silence him.

Moriarty snorted and pointed his staff at Lockhart.

"Oh God! Please don't kill me. I won't say a word about what happened today!" Lockhart knelt at Moriarty's feet and cried bitterly: "Please, I will kill you."

I’ll tell you all my secrets, I just ask you not to kill me!”

"Your secret?" Moriarty laughed jokingly: "Does it mean that you are actually a liar, and all your books are plagiarisms from other people's adventures? Or does it mean that you don't know any advanced magic at all, and the best thing you do is just

A forgetting spell?"

"How come you know everything!"

Lockhart looked at Moriarty as if he were an alien, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"This is a talent, Mr. Lockhart!" Moriarty put down his wand with a smile: "It's normal that you don't understand. But what I'm curious about is why you didn't use the Oblivion Charm on me when I was resting?"

"I was very weak at the time and may not be able to resist your powerful forgetting spell." Moriarty analyzed for Lockhart: "Think about it, Mr. Lockhart, as long as you wave your magic wand, you will get another bizarre one."

s story!

Save the Yeti babies from the evil dark wizard and gain the friendship of the Yeti tribe! I’m sure this book will be a hit!”

Moriarty stared condescendingly into Lockhart's dull eyes: "Then why didn't you do it?"

"I don't dare," Lockhart smiled miserably: "You are too powerful and too mysterious. I said before that I was afraid that you would kill me."

"That's right," Moriarty understood and smiled at Lockhart: "Years from now, you will be extremely grateful that you didn't cast a spell on me today."

Lockhart sensed a slight hope of survival, but he was quickly startled because Moriarty raised his staff again!

Lockhart closed his eyes...

"Cleaned up."

"Eh?" Lockhart came to his senses and found that there were no traces of battle on his body and his pants were dry.

"Moriarty, why don't you kill me?"

"What's the benefit of killing you! To me, you are much more useful alive than dead."

Moriarty changed his tone to make him sound less scary.

Lockhart nodded slowly: "What do you want me to do?"

"What to do? It's not that simple!" Moriarty used his staff to lift Lockhart's chin, "I want you to surrender to me and be loyal to me!"

"You, you want to be the third Dark Lord?" Lockhart said timidly.

"The Dark Lord?" Moriarty's laughter was full of disdain: "Don't be frightened by Grindelwald and Voldemort, they are unqualified wizards!"

Moriarty said seriously: "The sky of magic is vast, and a qualified wizard must pursue magic throughout his life.

Two generations of Dark Lords have emerged in the European magic world. With their talents, they had a chance to become the God of Magic, but what about them?

One wants to improve the status of wizards, and the other wants to rule the magic world.

When they are bound by the world, they are no longer simple wizards.

But I am different, I can clearly see the magical sky and want to fly freely in the sky.

Power, status, money, reputation...these are just platforms to help me take off smoothly."

Moriarty mentioned Lockhart, looked into his eyes and said, "Think about it Lockhart, what you are loyal to is the future God of Law."

"I admit that I was attracted by your words." There were tears in Lockhart's blue eyes. "Following you, maybe I can also take a look at the magical sky! Just take a look."

Moriarty nodded in understanding, and Lockhart showed his envy for his terrifying talent more than once.

This liar longs to become stronger in his heart, and Moriarty's appearance gives him hope.

"We can make an unbreakable oath," Lockhart knelt down, stretched out his right hand and looked at Moriarty sincerely, "I swear that I will be loyal to you!"

Thinking of the complexity of the Red Loyalty Curse, Moriarty shook his head slightly.

"I have a spell that is more secure than unbreakable. I will let you prove your loyalty when the time comes. I hope you won't back down."

Lockhart stood up without any complaint and said matter-of-factly: "I know what I do, Master, what do you need me to do next?"

"Don't call me master, call me young master!"

Moriarty suddenly laughed: "I remember I only told you my first name, but not my last name, right?"

"Yes, Master," Lockhart opened his eyes wide and said with great excitement, "Master can speak Parseltongue, he must be a descendant of Slytherin."

Moriarty nodded slightly: "My last name is Slytherin! The only direct blood relative of Salazar Slytherin, one of the great Hogwarts Four.

Next, I need to return to England and retrieve the castle left by Old Man Salazar."

Lockhart knelt down for the third time and kowtowed twelve times to Moriarty. He didn't know why he kowtowed twelve times, but he just thought the number matched Moriarty's.

But these actions displeased Moriarty.

He shook his head: "Oh, Lockhart, true loyalty never lies in form, and I am not a tyrant. You don't need to use gestures to prove your loyalty."

"You are so kind, Master," Lockhart insisted on a rare occasion: "Since I have decided to be loyal to the Master, I should become a qualified servant. After returning to England, I will speed up the servant course."

"No, no, no," Moriarty waved his hand and said seriously: "After you return to England, you will continue to publish a book. I have already thought of a name for you. It will be called "Tibet with Slytherin".

"

"You mean, you don't plan to expose me to the British wizarding community?" Lockhart was extremely happy, which meant that he could still enjoy the attention and cheers of the wizards.

"It's all up to me, Lockhart."

Moriarty left suspense. He chose Lockhart as the one to attract attention in front of the stage, for which he had already prepared a series of plans.

"boom!"

A sudden shaking sensation occurred. Lockhart's timid character could not be changed for a while. He was extremely frightened: "Master, is this an earthquake? Or is there a landslide somewhere?"

"I think someone is fighting."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes and sensed multiple fluctuations of magic power in the air.

Following the magic power, Moriarty fixed his sights on a snow-capped mountain not far away.

Moriarty realized something: "No, there's a Yeti tribe on that mountain too!"

As if to confirm his words, clusters of flames ignited on the mountain, which stood out in the night.

A seven-meter-long large crow hovered in the air with a "quacking" cry, followed by two, then three!

Now even Lockhart, no matter how stupid he is, knows: "They are the accomplices of those dark wizards! Master, can your magic circle still work?"

"I care more about who is the other side of the war than this?" A bright light flashed in Moriarty's eyes. An Ice Moon Necklace actually triggered a competition among wizards from three parties. He became more and more curious about the Ice Moon Necklace.

The battle on the snow mountain broke out quickly. When the undead fire crow tried to attack the enemy, a dragon roar hit it!

Moriarty heard it very clearly, and now he somewhat understands who the third party is.

Chinese wizard.

"Lockhart, do you know anything about the Chinese wizarding world?"

Lockhart answered honestly: "I don't know much about it. Chinese wizards rarely have contact with foreign wizards. European, American, and African wizards are also reluctant to come to China. I heard that this is because their magic power will be weakened after coming to China.

Another way to say it is——"

Lockhart's story stopped abruptly. He pointed to the air and shouted: "Oh, no! Master, those fire crows are coming towards us!"

"They are coming for the Yeti tribe! They want to destroy the Yeti tribe of Dongzang."

Moriarty looked behind him, and the snowmen panicked.

"Lockhart!" Moriarty said to him: "You go and evacuate the snowmen, and then give me the broomstick!"

"What?"

"Idiot! Don't tell me that you didn't bring your broomstick and floo powder with you when you went on a trip! Think about it, you must have put them in the box, right?"

Moriarty kept staring at the fire crow flying in the sky. He could not let the snowman wipe out the family.

At present, it seems that the Ice Moon Necklace hides a big secret. Before Moriarty prepares to launch an investigation, it is best for no one related to the necklace to die!

Lockhart remembered that his suitcase had been knocked away by the dwarf, and he quickly took out his wand: "The suitcase is flying!"

After taking out a broomstick from the box, Lockhart did not give it to Moriarty immediately.

"Master, no matter what you do with your broomstick, I advise you to be careful..."

Moriarty didn't wait for him to finish speaking, grabbed the broomstick, held the broom handle tightly with both hands, kicked off with his feet, and flew up!

"Be careful, young master! You must know that the use of broomsticks is prohibited in China!" The second half of Lockhart's words came from the ground.

"What rules!" Moriarty tilted his body and almost fell off the broom, but he still rode the broom high into the sky.

Drawing a magic circle is very troublesome, but the Undead Fire Crow will not wait for him to finish.

Moriarty doesn't know long-range magic, so he can only use his broomstick to get close to the two fire crows.

The first takeoff went surprisingly smoothly. Moriarty maintained his balance and tried to use magic to control the broom faster.

The two fire crows discovered Moriarty and speeded up humanely.

Moriarty, who was in the air, fired several blasts of petrification and found it difficult to hit the Fire Crows because they were too fast.

Moriarty gritted his teeth and shouted to the ground: "Lockhart! Don't evacuate the snowmen! Run! Run! Get out of here!"

"What?" Lockhart noticed something was wrong and covered his mouth: "Oh, Master, what are you going to do?"

Moriarty ignored him, looked at the flight path of the Fire Crow, and pointed his staff at a hill above them!

"Split into pieces!"

The surging magic turned into huge force and hit the mountain top.

"Boom!"

The snow on the entire mountaintop fell down like waves, and the entire terrain collapsed due to the avalanche. The two fire crows were already submerged in the ice and snow.

The snowman didn't have to worry about being burned to death, but he ran faster. Moriarty's blow caused a series of avalanches, falling huge chunks of snow and ice rocks.

However, the Snowman's ancestors have lived here for thousands of years, and the method of dealing with avalanches is hidden deep in their bloodline.

At least Moriarty heard their cries, unlike when he was being chased by dwarfs.

Now Moriarty was relieved, as long as one snowman survived so that he could ask questions later.

Moriarty turned the broom handle and controlled the broom to dive towards the ground. Lockhart was running desperately, but it was obvious that he would be swallowed up by the snow behind him at any time.

"Lockhart! Take my hand... good, I've got you!"

Moriarty pulled Lockhart onto the broom, and his speed slowed down significantly. Seeing that the snow was about to cover the broom, Moriarty tried to apply a back and forth wind on the broom, and it actually succeeded.

"Whoosh!"

The broom became faster, passing through the snowflakes floating in the air, and throwing away the huge snow that was chasing after it.

Lockhart was as happy as if he had won a battle: "Haha, Oye! We won! We defeated the avalanche!"

Moriarty looked towards the top of another yeti tribe's hill, hoping that the people there were okay.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A series of avalanches echoed through the sky, even causing earthquakes!

Countless snow-capped mountains suddenly collapsed!

Moriarty noticed that this included another tribe of Yeti on the top of the hill.

The flying snowflakes and ice blocks blocked the night sky, and the deafening roar made Lockhart realize that this was not an ordinary avalanche or earthquake.

He asked uneasily: "Master, what you hit seems to be the snow-capped mountains in the Himalayas?"

Moriarty didn't answer, he just watched the avalanche that covered the sky and the moon.

After a long time, everything became silent.

Moriarty sat on the broom with his arms crossed and glanced at Lockhart behind him: "Look, natural disasters are ruthless. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, would you have believed that this unprecedented avalanche was actually caused by a splitting curse?

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Lockhart rolled his eyes several times, thinking he understood what Moriarty said.

"Ah, I understand, young master, you are saying that except for the two of us, no one here saw you hitting the snowy mountain with the splitting spell. Then as long as we don't tell, no one will know that you did it!"

"That's not it, Lockhart," Moriarty said softly: "Why should I admit it if I didn't do it? I saw clearly that it was one of the undead fire crows that crashed into the snowy mountain, preparing to use a suicide attack

Attack and destroy the Yeti tribe!"

Lockhart was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing, clapped his hands and echoed: "Yes, that's right! It's all the fault of the evil dark wizard!"

Moriarty did not talk about this topic again. There were some things that Lockhart would have liked to know. Instead, he stretched out an index finger and shook it.

"What I want you to know is another thing. Maybe such a natural disaster needs someone to cause it, but as long as you give me a space to grow, it won't take long before I can use more terrifying natural disaster-level magic.

At that time, I was the only protagonist of that ice and snow dance!"

Moriarty will not miss any opportunity to learn magic. On the way to flight, he projects magic into the air and feels the elements of ice and snow in detail.

It's a pity that the magic power cannot be recovered, and Moriarty can only get close to nature through this crude method.

He didn't take another look at the snowdrift, even though a Chinese wizard who had fought with a dark wizard might be buried there.

At that time, Moriarty had no other choice: he had only been exposed to magic for less than 24 hours, he did not know the powerful long-range magic, and he could not fly.

Using avalanches to stop the undead fire crows is the only way to protect the snowman.

It can only be said that geographical factors are both advantages and disadvantages.

Not only helped Moriarty deal with the dark wizard, but also allowed him to cause a large avalanche.

Lockhart was right. This place is located in the Himalayas. A series of avalanches and earthquakes are normal events. Moriarty was just the driving force behind the scenes.

Compared to the unfortunate Chinese wizard, Moriarty felt that the snowman was more important.

The reason is simple, the snowman is still useful, but the Chinese wizard is useless to him.

Lockhart realized this. He stared at Moriarty's back in fear, and all he could think about was how to prove his worth.

The broomstick under his butt suddenly made a "crunching" sound, and Lockhart shouted: "Oh no, Master, the broom is going to explode!"

Moriarty quickly controlled the broom to land. Fortunately, the broom was very honorable. When Moriarty and the two landed, they couldn't wait to explode.

Moriarty waved his staff and buried the broken parts of the broom. The poor broom carried the two of them through the avalanche, and he added a little magic to it.

The broomstick is undoubtedly the hero among broomsticks!

But remembering the speed-increasing magic added to the broom, Moriarty realized that he needed to learn alchemy.

Lockhart watched silently. He was puzzled: The young master did not sympathize with the buried people, but actually sympathized with a broken broom?

Fortunately, Moriarty found a way out of the snow-capped mountains after determining his target, and led Lockhart out. Otherwise, Lockhart would have to consider whether to learn an Animagus?

Moriarty walked slowly, and the voice of the system came in his mind: "It was detected that the host buried three dark wizards alive, and a total of 2,000 points were obtained."

After counting his points, he found a total of 2,600 points, which Moriarty planned to use in appropriate places.

When the two walked out of the snowfield, it was already dawn. Lockhart was too tired to move his legs, but Moriarty didn't feel anything special.

On the way, Moriarty learned that Lockhart came to China only because of the cruise ship "Isabella", and that he came to Tibet because of a Chinese wizard codenamed "Wild Dog".

"Lockhart, go find the wild dogs, let's go back to England!"

The cabin has been destroyed by an avalanche, and the black box has been brought into the system space by Moriarty. He has nothing else to miss.