Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Moriarty slowly closed the newspaper, and his fingertips lightly traced the blood-colored ink, drawing a strange red dividing line, which looked shocking on the black-and-white newspaper.

The pure-blooded little wizards thought this was a sign.

They saw in the red line the words "Blood debt must be paid with blood".

"Clatter, crash, crash -"

Moriarty crumpled the newspaper into a ball with one hand, and the magic power of the water element gathered in his palm. The "Daily Prophet" was frozen into ice shavings, and flew out from Moriarty's fingertips like dust after "swiping" it.

A chill then enveloped the hall, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point. The students held their breaths and looked at Moriarty, listening to what he said in Gujing's unwavering voice.

"Leon? Who is Lucius Malfoy?"

Leon was excited at being named, and his voice trembled a little, "He, he is the head of the Malfoy family, sir."

"That's a good answer." Moriarty responded lightly and then asked, "Marcus? What is the Malfoy family?"

"Sir, the Malfoy family is one of the twenty-eight holy pure bloods in Britain. Their family has been Slytherin for generations!" Marcus stood up and walked behind Moriarty, folding his hands in front of his lower abdomen, as if he was ready at any time.

The look of obedience.

"Yes, that's right. A pure blood, an outstanding Slytherin, was killed by a vampire for no apparent reason!"

Moriarty said to them, with a strange smile on his face that made people shudder.

"Boom!" Moriarty took out the Slytherin staff and knocked it heavily on the floor.

"Who gave the vampires the courage to kill a pureblood?

I have every reason to think that they have declared war on British purebloods!

There was no sign, no declaration, no challenge, no signal, the vampires started the war, and the British wizards could not remain indifferent."

Moriarty stood up and took steps forward, his voice becoming more majestic as he moved.

"For two years since I entered school, I have been playing the role of a descendant of Slytherin, committed to improving the atmosphere of the school, and trying to recreate the scene where the four major colleges lived in harmony when the Big Four were in school.

However, some people forget that Slytherin is the purest pure-blood family in Britain!

Those people - foreign wizards and magical creatures, have forgotten the fear of the silver snake covering the sky! They have forgotten the battlefield where the four giants killed everyone!

I-we will make them remember it again, right?"

Moriarty walked to the gate of the castle and turned around. At this time, he was followed by a large number of people, including students from the four colleges. They stood up unknowingly and walked behind Moriarty.

"Wizards below fourth grade are not allowed to go. We are going to hunt vampires, not to visit the Forbidden Forest."

Moriarty said matter-of-factly, and some students walked out of the queue obediently. Only Lilith and a few girls remained there.

"Stay here." Moriarty glanced at Lilith, and the firm look in his eyes made Lilith stop insisting. She knew what Moriarty meant and could not talk about the love between children when the war was about to begin.

"I wish everything goes well. We are waiting for you to return victorious." Lilith replied softly, pulling Gemma and Penello away.

Jericho jumped from the end of the line to Moriarty.

"I'm going too, sir. I am now extending a helping hand to the Malfoy family in the UK out of humanitarianism as an American wizard."

The unique reason attracted a lot of attention, and if not now, many students would have laughed.

Jericho made a face, and then stood calmly behind Moriarty, just like Marcus.

"Let's go too! We haven't seen a vampire yet." The voices of the Weasley twins came.

Percy rushed over and pulled his two brothers away, looking at Moriarty with an apologetic look on his face.

Moriarty responded with an unmoved look.

At this time, Charlie's voice sounded from the back of the auditorium: "Let me come! Just one Weasley man is enough."

He walked over aggressively, showing tenderness when passing Percy, and said to his brothers: "Stay in the castle and don't go anywhere."

After finishing speaking, Charlie pulled out his wand and came to Moriarty: "If you want to settle accounts with vampires with pure blood, take me with you. Although the Malfoy family is an insidious and cunning family, I am also a pure blood.

"

Moriarty looked at Charlie, who looked like a warrior. Who knew which Ravenclaw student had used the "Shadow's Edge" to leave a medium-deep scratch on his side face?

Scab.

"Charlie, you finally did the right thing."

Tonks walked out of the corridor on the first floor with a victorious smile on her face. Her hair turned blue and was tied into a neat ponytail.

Charlie wanted to complain about Tonks, making it seem like everything he had done was wrong, but he didn't. He followed Marcus's example and stood silently behind Moriarty.

"Moriarty, I have fully recovered. I think I cannot miss this operation - even if it is a war! I am related to the Malfoy family."

Tonks raised her face, and Moriarty tilted his head slightly to signal her to come over.

Leon came over again. Just now he went to count the number of people who were willing to go to France.

"Sir, there are too many people willing to go, and their magic levels vary."

"Those who are not purebloods and those who cannot apparate, please take your seats." Moriarty asked again, reducing the number of people.

Some of the non-pure-blood wizards were unconvinced, but no one dared to object to Moriarty and complied.

After a few seconds, the number of people standing became thin.

Leon glanced at them, counted the number of people silently, and reported: "Including us, there are still 36 people."

"That's enough." Moriarty glanced at the 36 people with satisfaction and said loudly: "I said that the 36 of us are enough to find the murderer of Lucius and eliminate the enemy who dares to stop us, whether he is a vampire or something else.

Tongtong is no match for us! Do you agree?"

35 little wizards shouted in unison: "Agree!"

"I don't agree!"

A majestic and powerful voice sounded from the back of the auditorium, and Dumbledore led the professors out.

The principal wore a purple wizard robe with stars and moons on it today, and his eyes under the lenses were colder than ever before.

Dumbledore quickly walked towards Moriarty and shouted like thunder.

"Students, before I get angry, go back to your dormitory! Go now!

The Malfoy family's affairs are left to the Ministry of Magic. The only thing you have to do is to stay in the castle. Quick! Act!"

"It's a pity, Headmaster, that we can't listen to you." Moriarty shook his head decisively: "Leave it to the Ministry of Magic? Headmaster, do you think the Ministry of Magic can avenge Mr. Lucius?"

"This is not something you should care about!" Dumbledore came to Moriarty, his blue eyes overlooking his gray eyes, his sharp eyes scratching Moriarty like a knife!

"I'm still the principal of Hogwarts, and you can't take away any of the students here!"

The magic power fluctuates like a violent storm, comparable to that of the legendary archmage, but it accurately controls the magic power so that it envelopes Moriarty without overflowing and affecting others.

"I never cared about the Ministry of Magic!" Moriarty looked at Dumbledore without hesitation.

Occlumency and Legilimency were activated at the same time, and the magic power of the water element poured out, raging into the air like a powerful ocean wave, comparable to Dumbledore's momentum.

"I personally don't know Lucius Malfoy at all!" Moriarty spoke again. Although it was a lie, his tone did not seem to be false.

"I don't want to send them either -" Moriarty glanced at the 35 people he selected, "I don't want to send them to the battlefield!"

"But you know why I organized this operation?" Moriarty shouted to Dumbledore: "Because the British Ministry of Magic sucks! Do you expect the Ministry of Magic to find the murderer?

You can deceive students and the public, but when can you deceive you and me?

As long as the French side is tough to the end, tell me who dares to break into the Judean Marquis Castle, Millicent Bagnold or Rufus Scrimgeour?

If you place your hopes on the Ministry of Magic, Lucius will die with his eyes open!"

Moriarty suddenly laughed: "I don't know how many people clapped their hands and cheered when Lucius died! The Malfoy family has such a big cake, who doesn't want to eat a little bit of it?

Can the Malfoy family survive the orphans and widowers? The answer is obvious. Perhaps within a month, the Malfoy family will be divided up, leaving only an empty frame like countless failed pure-blood families before.

Will the Ministry of Magic still investigate the cause of Lucius's death? This is a cruel magical world, and you know the answer."

Dumbledore avoided Moriarty's eyes. He admitted that Moriarty was right. The young wizards were stunned. It turned out that there were too many complicated factors hidden behind a murder case. So Mori

Why did Artie want to wade into this muddy water?

"Principal, you know why I want to take care of this matter, but you don't want me to do it, right?"

Moriarty said calmly, looking at Dumbledore intently. He saw that Dumbledore avoided his eyes again.

"You know very well that if I don't stand up for the Malfoy family, then the British pure-blood family will become a joke!"

Moriarty made his voice just right so that Dumbledore could hear it, but others could not hear clearly.

"Some things only have the first time and countless times. Once a precedent is set for killing, there will be an irreversible war!

Today, Lucius died, tomorrow it might be the Pansy family or the Weasley family, and the day after tomorrow it might be me!

These 35 students understand these principles, and so do the rest of the students!

Why don't you understand?

No, it's not that you don't understand, it's that you don't care.

You only care about your Voldemort and Harry Potter.

You might say that pure-blood families have too many resources, and half-bloods and Muggles cannot get ahead.

Yes, I admit that the behavior of some purebloods is disgusting. They deserve to be imprisoned in Azkaban and deserve to die!

But once pure blood can be slaughtered wantonly, what about other wizards? It means that the magical world is on the verge of collapse!

Rules and laws are just a piece of useless paper in the eyes of the murderer - it's even scarier than this!

Lilith also feels that the law is a piece of waste paper, but the law is made by them. They will break the law but will not overturn the law!

Which one do you think is better?

All of them are bad!

But when you can only choose one of them, will you choose to overturn the law and restore order?

You've thought about it, but you haven't made up your mind!

Otherwise Grindelwald would have succeeded.

There will be no more Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, no more Voldemort's Death Eaters, no more British Ministry of Magic, but a possible European Federation of Magic!

You and Grindelwald spent the first half of your life working on the awakening of wizards, but when some wizards awakened, you were afraid again!"

"Huh..." Dumbledore breathed out, and for the first time an old look appeared on his face.

Moriarty discovered that Dumbledore had closed his eyes unconsciously, and the rise and fall between his eyebrows showed that the wizard was engaged in a fierce psychological struggle.

Moriarty said no more, watching Dumbledore take a few steps back, then turned and walked towards Leon and the others.

Jericho was the first to react, or he didn't care about Dumbledore's obstruction from the beginning. He said enthusiastically: "Sir, I thought of a name for us, it's called Slytherin Pure Blood Army! How about it? Very cool

Be loud!”

"No," Moriarty stopped, "called the Hogwarts Pureblood Army! While those pedantic purebloods are busy fighting for power and watching jokes, the new generation of purebloods at Hogwarts are defending the purebloods.

The glory of blood!"