Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

After a two-hour flight, Moriarty and his party left Paris. It was not until they could no longer see the shadow of the Eiffel Tower that the French Auror arrived belatedly.

At nine o'clock in the night, the temperature dropped, and the heart-breaking cold descended on the port city of Marseille. The romantic French Muggles were completely unaware. The company of the people around them was like a small stove, glowing and heating, sweet and heart-warming.

Wizards will not feel the cold. When the cold wind blows, they only need to put a simple warmth spell on themselves.

Dark magical creatures like vampires will not catch cold. Their body temperature stays at an extremely low value lower than the average body temperature throughout their lives.

Isaac kept telling vampire stories, trying to get the girl interested in vampires.

The girl sitting in front was obviously bored and closed her eyes.

If the temperature hadn't been too cold, she would have covered her ears, but now she could only hide her hands in her sleeves.

Tonks wanted to put a warming spell on her, but Isaac declined. Isaac seemed to have had enough of licking her. He was waiting for the girl to be too cold to stand it, and then gave her a warm embrace.

The purebloods watched the show from behind, and Leon commented sarcastically: "I believe Mr. Lucius will not die in the hands of an old Jew! Do you know why?

The attribute of being a dog licker is hereditary. If your grandson is a dog licker, your grandfather must be a dog licker!

I have imagined what the old Jew looked like when he was young, ah ha, exactly like Isaac, starting a love-hate relationship with a Muggle girl, maybe an elf girl, in short not a normal female vampire...

It's a pity that the licking dog ended up with nothing! The old Jew left the scene sadly and became the loser of love.

So? Guys, do you understand, Mr. Lucius, the noble pure-blood family leader, was defeated at the hands of an old licker? Is it possible? Impossible."

"Wonderful analysis," Moriarty said with a smile in his eyes and clapped his hands and applauded. "After graduation, you can open a detective agency in London. The business will definitely be good."

Leon was very proud, but he just waved his hand, which was quite hidden.

"Sir," Marcus flew over from the front, "Isaac said he is about to enter the Ile Ife, so let's get ready."

Moriarty looked serious: "Everyone is on alert."

Ten minutes later, he entered the island. Thirty minutes later, he arrived in front of the Chateau d'If. Isaac recited a vampire spell. The Chateau d'If was torn open from the middle like a painting, revealing a black castle. Strangely,

The door was open, the lights were bright inside, and two old men in black cloaks stood inside.

"Grandpa?" Isaac ran over happily, "Are you waiting for me at the door? No, isn't today Easter?"

"He's such a child," Tonks whispered.

"It's just a kid's temperament, and he is actually older than your grandmother." Moriarty said casually, following Isaac closely and shifting his gaze to the old Jew.

Isaac ran to the old Jew, saw clearly the other old man beside his grandfather, and exclaimed: "It's you? The devil!"

Demon?

A vampire calls an old man a devil?

Moriarty looked at them seriously.

The smile on the old Jew's face flashed away, and he coughed slightly, "Isaac, don't be rude."

The old man known as the Devil slowly twisted his neck, glanced at Isaac in warning, and then looked at Moriarty.

Moriarty could clearly see that he had white hair, a tall nose, an angular face, and bright red lips. He was wearing a long purple windbreaker with a big and high collar...

Wait, gray hair?

During the summer vacation, also in France, Moriarty killed a white-haired vampire. At that time, it seemed that an old vampire said that the head of the family would not let Moriarty go.

Could it be...

Moriarty gradually figured it out, and the white-haired old man also took two steps forward.

"Moriarty Slytherin?" His voice was hoarse and extremely unpleasant, as if there was a coal stuck in his throat.

"My name is Khal Quinlan.

A few months ago, you killed my grandson in the underground exchange! I also warned you not to step outside England."

Now Moriarty understood.

In order to investigate George, he ran from Greece to France and killed countless vampires. There was indeed a white-haired ghost among them.

As for the warning?

The top vampires once sent him a letter.

There are two paragraphs in the letter.

"The reason why our tribe has recently targeted elves is the legend of a headless vampire ancestor - Old Jew."

"If Moriarty?? Slytherin never leaves England, he can avoid the disaster of bloodshed. Next time you come to France, you must come to me as a guest in the Chilaner Valley - Quinlan."

This is an explanation and a warning.

Moriarty first learned about the Headless Vampire Ancestor from this letter.

It was also the first time I discovered that the top vampires were divided into two factions.

The old Jewish family and the Qumran family.

But now, the old Jew and Khal Qumran stand together, representing a union?

The old Jew noticed the coldness in Moriarty's eyes and gave a friendly smile. He seemed to have something to say, but he was not in a hurry and would not speak for the time being.

Quinlan continued to walk towards Moriarty, step by step, sentence after sentence: "I know your purpose in coming to France.

Yes, I was the one who killed Lucius.

Lucius's blood was drained by several viscounts of my clan, and Lucius's head was chopped off by me myself.

I also know that you are here on behalf of the purebloods of England - seeking revenge! I happen to be one of the few vampire Grand Dukes in France.

Look, what a wonderful fate?

The Quinlan family has a grudge against you, and the British purebloods have a grudge against the Quinlan family.

You bring thirty-five people - ah~

Needless to say, I know that you are all pure-bloods. Your pretentious so-called etiquette is doubly funny in my eyes, but it is not important!

I……

We also brought thirty-five vampires, the Quinlan family, to show up!"

"Brush!" There was a soft sound, and thirty-five black figures sprang out from the shadows in the castle and landed behind Quinlan.

Quinlan stopped. At this time, he was only ten meters away from Moriarty.

"We are here to get to know each other - according to your wizard's practice, we will start a large-scale duel, 36 pure bloods versus 36 Quinlan vampires!

The Jewish Marquis and the old Jewish family ensure that the result of this duel is valid and the process is not disturbed."

The old Jew stood up at the right time and nodded slightly, "Mr. Slytherin, I say that Grand Duke Quinlan's statement is valid. At the same time, I regret to say that due to internal vampire reasons, I have to sit back and watch this duel and can only be a witness.

In addition, the death of Lucius has nothing to do with the old Jewish family."

"Yes, it has nothing to do with the old Jew! There is nothing the Quinlan family has done that they dare not admit," Quinlan said impatiently: "Lucius was anxious to return to England, so I intercepted and killed him. It was a very simple thing.

Moriarty, have you decided whether to agree or not?"

Quinlan's eyes were like lightning. He had been killing for thousands of years, and the aura accumulated by blood-sucking was at full strength, like a strong wind, pressing over with the smell of blood.

The purebloods gritted their teeth and stared at Quinlan with hatred and hostility.

Moriarty held his right hand empty, and the Slytherin staff suddenly appeared. He put the staff on the ground, and there was a soft "click" sound, and the water elemental magic went wild!

The frenzied cold current hit the bloody wind head-on, twisting it into pieces.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes slightly. The strength of the vampire archduke may have exceeded that of the four deans, and was only lower than Dumbledore!

Quinlan laughed loudly: "This cold current - you are the one who froze the Eiffel Tower, right? Very good, I can't wait to suck your blood dry, and ask you one last time, agree? Or refuse?"

"Don't agree!"

Isaac ran out from behind the old Jew, and he shouted to Moriarty: "Don't agree! There is a reason why he is called the devil. There are 638,447 lives that died in his hands! This is only recorded

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After being exposed, Quinlan gave Isaac a cold look and said in a low voice without moving his lips: "Little guy, go back and pretend that nothing happened."

"Don't even think about it." Isaac became willful, "Your aura just now hurt my beloved!"

He ran towards the girl, who had already fainted from fright. Isaac picked up the girl and stood behind Moriarty.

The old Jew looked helpless, and Quinlan chuckled. It seemed that Isaac's story had spread among the vampires.

Quinlan wanted to have an attack, but he couldn't because of the old Jew. Although the latter was a marquis, one level lower than his duke, the old Jew still had someone to rely on.

"Go back Isaac." Moriarty finally spoke, "Take your beloved home. There is no need for you to participate in this battle."

"So you agreed?" Quinlan smiled cruelly.

"Do I have the right to choose?" Moriarty smiled inexplicably.

"Unfortunately, no! Hahahahaha!" Quinlan laughed and walked forward, the vampires behind him ready to move.

"Yeah, no? I didn't want to choose at all, I just wanted your life."

"Beautiful thoughts, I'm here, come on, come on!" Quinlan stretched out his pointed red fingernails and touched his chin, bloodthirsty and madness flashed across his face, and he walked quickly towards Moriarty.

Moriarty walked up to him with his staff, and the purebloods exclaimed: "Sir——"

The distance of ten meters is not very far, they are about to meet...