Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

"Lucius Malfoy!"

Moriarty said word for word.

"Host, are you sure to choose Lucius? Once selected, it cannot be changed."

"Confirm, it's him."

Moriarty spoke firmly. Since magical creatures are making such a big fuss, wizards should also express their attitude.

Lucius went to visit the Jewish Marquis and seemed to pay more attention to it.

Yes, he didn't choose Lucius because of Narcissa.

"Okay, host please complete the task as soon as possible."

Although the system does not require time, it is still necessary to visit the Jewish Marquis as early as possible.

After Moriarty found a candidate, he smiled.

He told Dumbledore that he would leave the visit to him, but that he would borrow the fireplace in the headmaster's office and go to Diagon Alley.

"Of course," Dumbledore agreed, "but, what's the specific time?"

Moriarty thought for a moment and said: "Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon. I don't want to miss today's lunch and dinner. You know, today's breakfast is unpalatable."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, grabbed a handful of toffees and asked Moriarty to eat them, but Moriarty refused. In Dumbledore's slightly regretful eyes, he walked out of the principal.

office.

"Hey~hey~Mr. Slytherin!"

Walking out of the office, Moriarty heard Paro's iconic shout, and he walked towards Paro.

Paro winked at Moriarty: "A beautiful elf just walked out, yes, it was the same one last time. I saw her walking out with her legs crossed again!"

"Mr. Paro, have you ever felt lonely standing guard alone? Tell me, and maybe I can find you a companion." Moriarty raised his eyebrows and smiled at the stone beast who was specifically staring at the woman's thighs.

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Paro became coy: "Hmm... partner? I never thought that I have spent thousands of years here alone. However, I am happy to be held in the arms of a plump woman... or crawl on her back

?”

Moriarty shook his head and laughed. Do you want a woman?

Still want a plump woman?

It turns out that the little stone beast hides a big sweet dream in its heart.

It turns out there is a Cao thief lurking next to me!

You have to be careful about this guy in the future. Moriarty glanced at Paro and left calmly.

Stone Beast is still thinking about whether after getting a plump woman, is it more comfortable to be held or lying on the back?

After thinking about it, Paro closed his eyes and sighed: "Young people don't know how good wives are, and they mistake young girls for treasures. Mr. Slytherin, do you know that back then...Slytherin, sir?"

Paro opened his eyes and found that there was no one around him.

Moriarty returned to the Slytherin common room, which was empty.

The little snakes were all sleeping in the dormitory and seemed to be emotionally stable. Moriarty wrote a letter to Lucius Malfoy and agreed with him to visit Malfoy Manor at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

The British have always had the habit of having afternoon tea, which started at three o'clock in the afternoon, so Lucius had no reason to refuse.

At noon, after a hearty meal, Moriarty went into the library and found a book on a bookshelf with sports books, "The Encyclopedia of Broomsticks."

"Moriarty?" came a surprised female voice.

Penello walked over from the nearby bookshelf. She seemed unable to believe that she would meet Moriarty in the library, "Everything about this morning has been spread. I thought you would take care of Senior Sister Tonks in the school hospital.

"

She raised her head slightly, looking at Moriarty with bright blue eyes.

"Tonks is fine. Compared to the campus hospital, the professors and I agreed that it would be most appropriate for her to sleep in the dormitory."

Penello nodded, and Moriarty noticed that she was holding a thick book. She took out the book and showed it to Moriarty.

""Broomstick Care Manual", I found three part-time jobs during the holidays, enough to buy a new broom!"

Penello said with satisfaction.

"I am a second-year student this year. I think I can become a player on the Ravenclaw team. I can play any position except goalkeeper!"

Mentioning her little dream, Penello became excited again. After she confessed her feelings, she found Moriarty staring at her unblinkingly. She was a little embarrassed and added in a low voice: "I mean, everyone

I am qualified for every position.”

"Of course you can," Moriarty smiled at her, and Penello's cheeks began to turn red. "I believe you will be able to represent Ravenclaw. The trials are only a few weeks away. Have you bought the broom?"

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"I ordered a Sweeping Seven Stars. It will arrive tomorrow." When mentioning the broom, Penello was very happy, but a little disappointed: "Our captain made an appointment at the venue this afternoon, but my broom will arrive tomorrow, but I can borrow Daisy.

of."

Penello knew that Moriarty had a Nimbus 1700, but she did not ask Moriarty to borrow it.

Penello also knew that he had inexhaustible treasures. If she asked for money, it would be equivalent to losing her dignity and no longer being able to be equals. Then what was the point of playing Quidditch for her? Penello lowered his head sadly.

"Huh?"

Penello raised his head again: "Did you borrow a copy of the Encyclopedia of Flying Broomsticks? Do you want to go to the desk over there and read it together? The library is particularly empty today, everyone is in the dormitory."

Moriarty did not refuse. He was not reading broomstick books to improve his Quidditch skills, but to think of a business opportunity.

With Moriarty's current status, Lucius would probably not leave his wife and son behind to find the Jewish Marquis.

But Lucius has the shrewdness of a businessman, and his sense of smell for business opportunities is more sensitive than that of a dog.

Moriarty wants to create a business opportunity that no one can look away from and no businessman can refuse.

All he needs to do is push it into Lucius's ear with the help of a caring person, and Lucius will come closer like a dog sniffing a bone.

It is much easier for Lucius to take the initiative to propose exchange terms than for Moriarty to persuade Lucius.

Moriarty put his business opportunities on broomsticks. It’s time for Nimbus 1700 to withdraw from the Quidditch stage. Broom brands like Sideswipe and Comet should go bankrupt.

A few years later, a broom called the Firebolt came out, which quickly became the national team's special competition broom and became very popular.

Moriarty plans to build the Firebolt in advance.

He had defeated Nicoléme in a bet, and with the help of the master of alchemy, Moriarty might not be able to create a broomstick better than the Firebolt.

A series of plans emerged in Moriarty's mind. He quickly flipped through the book and could firmly remember the characteristics and flaws of a broom at a glance.

Penello was surprised and envious. She also seemed to have the ability to have photographic memory. Moriarty told her that there was actually no photographic memory, it was just a shorthand technique. As long as she was willing to work hard, she could learn it.

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At this time, a tall and thin boy staggered over holding a stack of Quidditch-related books.

The bookshelf was too high, blocking the little boy's view. He struggled to put the books on Moriarty's table.

"Oliver Wood?" Penello recognized the little wizard, "A whole eleven Quidditch books?"

"Ah, yes, I need to add some knowledge about Quidditch."

Wood was a little confused. He just thought that everyone was sleeping and there must be no one in the library, so he came to read a book, but unexpectedly he met Moriarty and Penello.

Especially Moriarty, who single-handedly defeated the teams of three houses last year and won the Quidditch Cup for Slytherin House.

Sitting opposite Moriarty, Wood felt uncomfortable all over, and there was also Penelo. Whenever he asked Moriarty about the key points of professional football skills, Wood had the feeling of a scumbag, a master, and a god sitting together.

The top student and the top student were discussing whether to choose A or C for a multiple-choice question. The bad student looked at his choice of B and trembled.

Fortunately, this feeling did not last long. More than an hour later, Moriarty and Penello parted ways. He returned to the dormitory and wrote a letter to his own house elf, Luke, and sent Luke to Diagon Alley to buy a broom.

At dinner time, Moriarty and the little snakes finished their meal on time and walked to the auditorium hall. They found that the little wizards seemed to have returned to normal and became lively. It was just that the students from the three houses were very different from the Hufflepuff badgers.

Very indifferent.

Moriarty watched it while eating pizza and shook his head slightly.

There is a gap between the four colleges. This is what the Big Four want to see least, but it seems that the Big Four can't do anything about it, otherwise the Salazar ancestors would not have left.

But soon, Moriarty stopped thinking about this problem.

There were about fifteen or sixteen owls coming to deliver the letter. They all had a large black bag hanging from their talons. Judging from the shape, it should contain a long box.

The students all started discussing in low voices when they saw this. They didn't know what was going on. Hogwarts' owls rarely delivered letters at night.

However, after seeing that the leading owl was Poseidon, the students had some idea that it was related to Moriarty.

Sure enough, these fifteen owls flew to the Slytherin table, released their paws in front of Moriarty, and dozens of large bags landed in front of Moriarty.

A pot of grape juice was knocked over, Lilith, who was sitting next to Moriarty, screamed, and another bag was thrown on a plate of steak. Jericho said distressedly: "I hope the meat is not stained."

"Recover as before!"

Moriarty pulled out his swastika wand and waved it lightly at the tabletop, quelling all the chaos caused by the owl.

The culprit has already flown away.

"Why didn't Tonks kill all the owls? The owls in the school don't understand the rules at all." Moriarty touched his Poseidon, which put the bag at Moriarty's feet, and then stood

On the table, he raised his chest and raised his head as if asking for credit.

"Stop talking about the owl, what's in this?" Lilith wiped the juice splashed on her face and asked Moriarty.