Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Early the next morning, Marcus went to the secret room to deliver a letter. Nicolas Flamel opened the envelope and took a few glances. The contents of the letter were like a magnet, firmly attracting his attention.

He locked himself in a secret room, not allowing anyone to enter, and didn't even eat breakfast. He put out paper and pen and started calculating.

In fact, today is Friday. The students of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw will have their first alchemy class. After breakfast, the little lion and the eagle happily came to the secret room, but

The door to the secret room is closed.

As more and more students arrived, the chatter became louder and louder. The students began to speculate about what happened to the professor. They would never have imagined that Professor Nico Flamel was immersed in calculations.

It wasn't until almost noon that Nico Flamel finally calculated a series of strange sorting numbers. He tiredly opened the door to the secret room and handed an envelope to the Gryffindor closest to the door, "Give it to Mo.

Riati? Slytherin, thank you."

Feeling the professor's courtesy, the little lion took the envelope flattered and solemnly said to Nico Flamel that he promised to complete the task.

He jogged all the way to the Slytherin table and handed the envelope to Moriarty.

Moriarty opened the envelope, looked at the arrangement rules on the letter, and nodded with satisfaction.

The ordering rules calculated by Nicolés Flamel are exactly the same as those given by the alchemical matrix.

Proves that Moriarty and Nico Flamel are fully capable of making a new type of broom.

With this business opportunity in mind, Moriarty visited Malfoy Manor at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Lucius Malfoy and his son Draco Malfoy stood at the gate of the manor dressed up to greet him.

"Dear Mr. Moriarty, do you often attend afternoon tea after returning from China?" Lucius looked at Moriarty with admiration.

"No, today is my first time to attend a formal British afternoon tea."

Moriarty adjusted the white collar of his black tuxedo. He wore a black tall hat and held a silver cane, looking elegant.

Lucius showed a solemn expression: "Mr. Moriarty, you chose the Malfoy family as the object of the first afternoon tea. This is an honor shared by the Slytherin family and the Malfoy family. I can guarantee that this afternoon, you will not

Will be disappointed.”

Moriarty nodded slightly. Lucius was also wearing a tuxedo and a high hat today, which made the man look more sleek and smart. Even Draco was wearing the same outfit, like a miniature version of Lucius.

But they are all very decent clothes, which are very consistent with the British afternoon tea dress etiquette.

Seeing Moriarty glance at his son, Lucius put his hand on Draco's shoulder.

As if he had received a hint, Draco looked at Moriarty and said what they had agreed upon as a family: "Senior Moriarty, I am very happy to see you and welcome you to Malfoy Manor as a guest."

Compared to last time, Draco seemed much more respectful and greeted politely.

Moriarty brought the topic to Draco, looked at Lucius and said, "When will Draco enter school?"

Lucius immediately smiled and said: "Two years later."

Moriarty and Lucius started talking, and the two walked into the house while talking, with Draco following behind.

"It was exactly one year after Fudge came to power."

"Yes, one year is enough for Fudge to secure his position as Minister. After Draco enters school, with Fudge in the Ministry of Magic and you in Slytherin House, I believe that my son will become a great wizard.

.”

Lucius had an expectant expression on his face, and Moriarty smiled faintly. Lucius valued family very much, which was good, and there was room for him to make use of it.

Draco could hardly believe his ears. Growing up, Lucius had always been strict, and he never thought that his father also had great expectations for him.

"A great wizard, right? Father..." Draco lowered his head, clenched his fists, and smiled happily.

"Draco? What are you doing so slowly? Come inside!" Lucius shouted.

Hearing the familiar roar, Draco raised his head suddenly and saw that his father and Moriarty had already walked up the steps of the villa, while he was lagging behind, and his father was glaring at him with dissatisfaction.

"I'm here." Draco walked over quickly. He seemed to have grown up at this moment. He bowed slightly to Moriarty and apologized: "Dear sir, please forgive me for being distracted. You lead Slytherin."

The story of the team's championship is widely circulated in pureblood circles, so I was just thinking about Quidditch."

Lucius's face looked better now. He looked at Moriarty and said with a smile: "Draco is right. As a Slytherin senior who graduated from Hogwarts, I have to say sincerely, do it!"

Be beautiful!”

Moriarty smiled. He could bring up the new broom when Draco mentioned Quidditch. This way, he would not appear to have ulterior motives and gain the favor of the Malfoy family.

"This year's Quidditch champion is still Slytherin," Moriarty said to Lucius: "I can send you a letter before the game. If you have time, I can take Draco to watch the game."

Draco's eyes lit up instantly. Moriarty's proposal was too much to his liking. He loved Quidditch so much, but so far he didn't have a broomstick!

"Father? Can we go to the game? I mean, I want to cheer for the senior." Draco changed his words, which made Moriarty and Lucius laugh. Who couldn't see that Draco

What's Co's mind?

Looking at his son who was gradually becoming more sensible, Lucius patted Draco on the shoulder and agreed that as a school director, he still had the right to take his son to watch the game. As long as he did not interfere in the game, Dumbledore would not

will be prevented.

But Draco was overjoyed, and he pushed a little further: "Father, can you buy me a broomstick? I have always wanted to fly on a broomstick, maybe I can try it out on the playing field at Hogwarts! Then

It’s too exciting, Senior Moriarty, will you allow it?”

Draco opened his eyes wide and looked up at Lucius and then at Moriarty. He felt that his request was not excessive at all.

I have a lot of gold galleons at home, and it won't cost much to buy the best Nimbus for 1,700.

My father is the school director, why can’t he take me into the school? Of course he can!

Now that we have another senior who is a hero on the team, can't he let me use the playing field? It won't take up too long.

That's what Draco thought. He felt that his father and senior would definitely meet his request.

But in Lucius's eyes, his son who had just grown up had given time to mature and became not sensible at all!

Lucius glared at Draco fiercely, "Go and inform your mother that the guests have arrived."

Draco was frightened by Lucius's eyes, and walked into the house aggrievedly, but Moriarty couldn't let Draco leave. After Draco left, who would direct the conversation to the broom.

"To be honest, Mr. Lucius, you obviously didn't see the grievance in Draco's eyes. He is a sensible child. He will only keep it in his heart when he is wronged and will not speak out. However, this is extremely detrimental to the child's growth.

"

Moriarty said softly, but every word reached the ears of Lucius and his son. Draco shuddered, stopped, and his eyes were moist. He felt that Moriarty had mentioned something about him.

In my heart.

When Lucius saw this, his expression changed. Moriarty took the opportunity to persuade: "Mr. Lucius, why don't you tell Draco your worries? I believe he will understand if you tell him."

"Okay," Lucius sighed slightly: "Okay, okay, Draco, you have to know that your mother and I didn't buy you a broom because you were too young and it was unsafe to ride on one!

"

"But I'm already 9 years old!" Draco shouted dissatisfied: "I know you are afraid that I will fall off the broom, but my skills are very good, I can't fall off!"

"Arrogant!" Lucius was angry. Silly boy, you think the broomstick is too simple. The real broomstick is different from your toy broomstick!

The atmosphere gradually became tense.

Perhaps it was the presence of Moriarty that made Draco feel that Lucius would not punish him. Draco gained the confidence to look Lucius in the eye without fear.

Lucius' face was so angry that he raised his cane and hit Draco's shoulder with a "snap". Although Lucius withdrew his strength, Draco still felt a burst of pain.

In the past, Draco would retreat obediently, but this time he planned to be tough to the end, but Moriarty said first: "What do you mean, as long as there is a safe broom, you will let Draco test fly?

May I understand it this way, Mr. Lucius?"

Lucius didn't want outsiders to interfere with his family affairs, but since the speaker was Moriarty, he nodded stiffly, and then said disdainfully: "No broom can guarantee the safety of wizards, never."

"What if I say, I have?" Moriarty smiled mysteriously.

"What?"

"impossible!"

Two completely different reactions were shown on the faces of Lucius and his son.

Draco first said: "Absolutely impossible! If there is, I must have it."

His tone was decisive, like the king of a country.

But Moriarty ignored him, and the topic of the new broomstick was brought up, and Draco lost its use value.

Moriarty looked at Lucius with deep eyes, and was satisfied to see Lucius's thoughtful expression.

Obviously, Lucius knows that Moriarty will not lie. Since Moriarty said yes, it is probably true. Maybe this is why Moriarty came to visit?

Lucius thought for a while, his face returned to normal, and he said: "A broom to ensure safety? Is this another great invention of Mr. Moriarty?"

The tone was slightly mocking, but also a little tentative.

Moriarty pretended not to hear it and said with a smile: "Let's talk after we go in. Don't let the black tea prepared by your lady lose its temperature. You know, even puppies won't drink black tea without temperature."

British black tea is astringent, with a hint of salty taste. Moriarty doesn't like drinking it at all. He only takes a few sips for socializing. But if it says it's cold, Moriarty will knock the teacup on it without hesitation.

Face of person making tea.