Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

"Prefect! I want you to take the students of all grades back to their respective common rooms. The morning classes are temporarily cancelled."

Dumbledore finally came, with the deans of the four houses following behind him. Diana also came. When she heard Dumbledore's order, her expression changed. Her class happened to be canceled this morning.

Since the beginning of school, there has only been one Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but Diana didn't say anything.

Prefects from four houses, oh, maybe only three houses - the Hufflepuff prefects are all in the kitchen.

"Cedric," Moriarty said, "you will lead the Hufflepuffs back to your common room."

"Me?" Cedric pointed to the tip of his nose with his index finger and said suspiciously.

It's not that Moriarty's decision-making was questioned - President Dumbledore and Dean Sprout said nothing, but that he doubted his own ability to do the job.

"Yes, it's you." Moriarty gave Cedric a stern look, which made Cedric have the illusion of facing Professor McGonagall, and then he became determined. At this time, Moriarty had already walked towards

Dumbledore.

"Professors, I think this is unusual!" Moriarty said loudly, and Dumbledore nodded seriously: "I'm so glad you think so too! In fact, we just came back from the school hospital."

Moriarty's eyes narrowed: "Did something happen to Keith?"

"It's worse than that." Professor Snape threw out a bottle of potion and said in a serious tone: "In last night's potion class, a fourth-year Slytherin girl made the reverse antidote and made it late at night.

She got a poison and coaxed her friend to drink it. Now both of them are in the school hospital."

Moriarty took the potion bottle, removed the cork and sniffed it gently. Although he was very cautious, he still smelled a pungent smell.

This smell is like pickled cabbage that has been pickled for hundreds of years. It penetrates from Moriarty's nose into his brain and hurts like a needle pricking his skin!

Moriarty quickly used the Occlumency Technique to resist the poison, and his eyes flashed: "It is impossible for you and Horace to brew such a potent poison for the brain in just one night!

How could a fourth-year witch do it? And do it in reverse based on the antidote? It sounds as scary and incredible as going on a trip and discovering Voldemort!"

"We had the same idea as you. To figure this out, we searched their memories. There was no record of this poison, no warning! It seemed like it appeared out of thin air, but the poison actually appeared.

, almost poisoned my student!" Dumbledore came over and took away the potion bottle and carefully put it into his robe.

The white wizard's eyes were cold and he glanced at the four dining tables, "Now there's been trouble at breakfast again, which has seriously damaged the relationship between the colleges.

Professor Sprout has learned the cause and effect from her students, Moriarty, would you like to go with us to the kitchen to see what Miss Tonks is doing?"

Moriarty nodded, "Let's go."

To be honest, he was not worried about Tonks' safety. He saw Professor Sprout checking three dishes and they were all non-toxic, which meant that Tonks was really acting on a whim, but why did she do this?

?

This is what everyone is most concerned about.

Of course, Diana didn't seem that concerned. On the way, she asked Moriarty with a smile on her face: "I am a new professor. What should I do if I encounter a student who deliberately skips class?"

Moriarty knew that she was talking about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Monday afternoon, but that class was the time when Moriarty made a bet with Nico Flamel. Moriarty locked himself in the dormitory, and

How to go to class?

At that time, the whole school and the entire Hogsmeade were trying every means to help Moriarty, and the professors also knew their priorities clearly, but these words did not make sense to an elf.

Elves are a race that is stubborn to the point of paranoia. This characteristic began with the famous "Fairy of the Lake" Vivian who fell in love with Merlin and then imprisoned Merlin.

"I suggest you ask the principal directly." So Moriarty answered like this. Diana pursed her lips slightly. Everyone could see that Dumbledore was in a bad mood. Would she try to get into trouble?

It will!

Under Moriarty's surprised gaze, Diana walked up to Dumbledore, her voice no longer soft and cute but became magnetic: "The situation in the castle is similar to mine, isn't it? You have to make plans early."

Dumbledore suddenly stopped and shook his head: "It's not that bad. I believe in my students."

What are they talking about?

Moriarty looked at the four deans around him and found that they looked blank.

Diana said nothing more and retreated to Moriarty. Soon, everyone left the kitchen, and the little badgers were so engrossed in cooking that they didn't notice them.

But Moriarty and the others felt heavy in vain, not because of anything else, but because of the pools of blood that came into view.

There were dozens of snakes on the ground, cut into several pieces, lying on the ground twitching.

On the table was a stripped owl, stabbed several times, its claws twitching tremblingly.

There is also something on the wall. Tonks is holding a black snake in her left hand and holding the wings of a brown owl in her right hand. A floating knife automatically breaks down the two poor little animals.

The Hufflepuff students gathered in small groups and quickly made snake soup, roasted owls, and braised lion heads. Moriarty smelled the smell, and it was quite fragrant.

"Merlin! My child!" Professor Sprout quickly walked to the middle of the little badgers. She held down Tonks' wrist, "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, it's Professor Sprout!" Tonks turned around and hugged her dean. Moriarty and the others saw that her eyes were dark with red bloodshot eyes, but she said happily.

: "I'm cooking for everyone! Have you tasted it?"

The other little badgers seemed to be awakened. They raised their heads and waved their hands very enthusiastically. It was as if they were the owners and chefs of a restaurant, welcoming guests.

Professor Sprout opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Dumbledore's brows frowned more and more. He waved his hand gently, and the blood stains in the kitchen disappeared instantly. The surviving black snakes and owls escaped from the control of the little badgers and fled in all directions as if frightened.

The black snake and the owl that were not killed must have done great things in their previous lives. Moriarty greeted the black snake in snake language, while Professor McGonagall turned into a tabby cat and tried to appease the owls.

"Oh? Moriarty! Are you here too?" Tonks ran in front of Moriarty. The black snakes were so frightened that they crawled away quickly. Even Moriarty's snake language couldn't control them!

"Nymph!" Moriarty's tone was a bit harsh, but he saw Tonks jump on him, hooked his hands around his neck, clamped his waist with her legs, and hung him from Moi's body.

On Riati!

"Little boy~ Hey hey hey, mua!" Tonks kissed Moriarty's left cheek.

"mua~" He kissed her right cheek hard again, and said with a smile: "Did you eat the snake soup I made for you? I heard that you like to drink dragon soup, so I made it specially for you!

Although I don’t have a fire dragon, it’s still easy to find a few snakes! How does it compare with dragon soup?

Hehe, I’ll make it for you every day from now on! Do you want to drink it? Do you want to drink it or not?”

Tonks smiled so hard that she narrowed her eyes and looked at Moriarty happily.

"There's something wrong with you, Nymph! Do you know?" Moriarty let the saliva on his cheeks dry. I have to say that Nymph's little mouth is quite sweet, but she is too unrestrained. This is not normal!

He grabbed Tonks's arms and tried to put her down, but Tonks hugged her tighter, "No, I won't! Tell me first whether you want to drink or not?"

Tonks changed from her usual heroic demeanor, pouted and acted coquettishly, and her hair turned pink. Moriarty knew that this color meant that she was very happy.

But Moriarty and the professors were not happy, and Diana snorted: "It seems that the initiator of the trouble was just to make soup for her junior brother!

Moriarty, what a considerate senior, huh? Maybe if you have a chance, you can ask her how to explain the braised lion head and grilled owl?"

"I don't allow you to talk to Moriarty!" Tonks said domineeringly, holding Moriarty's neck with both hands, so that she could bring herself into Moriarty's arms, showing some annoyance.

With his face, he shouted at Diana: "You bad teacher! I have seen that you have no good intentions! I dare say you have been eyeing Moriarty for a long time. What is the saying? Old cows eat young grass.

!Aha, yes, that’s it!”

If there was no smell of alcohol, Moriarty thought Tonks must be drunk, but Diana sneered and said: "How interesting, how can you say what is in your heart? It seems that you are seriously poisoned!"

"Poisoned?" Moriarty looked at Diana, then at Dumbledore, his eyes wandering between them: "What exactly is going on?"

"Let's talk about it later," Dumbledore sighed: "The key now is how to stop them?"

While they were talking, the little badgers summoned the black snake again and continued to make snake soup and braised lion head, but the owl was gone.

When Tonks saw it, she yelled: "How can there be no owl? That little fat chicken with a round head and a round face, a specialty of Scotland, is the soul of these three dishes!"

Moriarty, you know, I've been secretly paying attention to you ever since you taught the house elf how to cook Chinese food."

Moriarty tried to put her down, but she grabbed her robe and wouldn't let go.

"During the summer vacation, I bought a Chinese cookbook. In addition to snake soup, I originally wanted to make a chicken soup today, but there was no chicken in the castle, so I had to use an owl instead!

What, is it a genius idea!" Tonks raised the corner of her mouth and smiled proudly: "After making the owl soup, I tried the taste. It tastes good, really delicious, super delicious!

Look, it's right there, and before I can even bring it out, you're here. I'll bring it over for you to try!"

Tonks finally jumped off Moriarty. Professor McGonagall, who had returned to her human form, saw her bringing a basin of broth, clapped her chest and lamented: "One hundred and thirty-seven! Tonks Nifa

Dora! You killed 137 owls!"