Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Moriarty flicked his wand, and the four rows of chairs disappeared, and now they had a spacious venue.

Professor Flitwick nodded: "Okay kids, what are you waiting for? Let's start practicing!"

The classroom was suddenly filled with shouts of freezing spells, spells flying everywhere, missed spells hitting the chandelier, and the shadows of the lights swaying on the walls.

Penello looked around, pursed his lips and smiled: "Fortunately it's morning, otherwise there would have been dozens more ghosts."

Moriarty was noncommittal and said to her: "Do you want to start practicing with frozen dead objects or with living objects?"

"Of course we'll start practicing with dead objects." Penello raised his wand, "I'm ready, please release the target."

"First, our chair."

Moriarty flicked his wand with his finger, and the chair he had submerged before appeared again, placed on the ground two meters away from Penello.

Penello kept looking at Moriarty out of the corner of her eye. It was her first time teaming up with Moriarty and her first time performing magic in front of Moriarty. She was nervous and excited.

"Penello?" Moriarty prompted softly when he saw her delay.

"Oh, oh, sorry, I'll start right away." Penello nodded frantically, pointing the tip of his wand at the chair, "immobuius!"

A blue light emerged from the tip of the stick and hit the chair, making a "pop" sound, and a gap was blown out of the chair.

Obviously, this was not the magical effect of the freezing spell, and Penello failed.

"Oh no, I didn't mean it..." Penello looked at the broken chair, tears welling up in her eyes. She had damaged the school's public property, and her childhood education told her that this was wrong.

Most importantly, she screwed up their combination, what would Moriarty think of her?

Moriarty pointed his wand at the broken chair and instantly restored it.

"Come again, Penello." Moriarty nodded to her, "The pronunciation is not standard, it's immobulus. The last 'l' must be emphasized. Do it again."

"Well," Penello held back her tears and bit her lower lip gently: "Okay."

She clutched her wand tightly, trying to avoid looking at Moriarty, and concentrated on shouting: "Immobulus!"

"Whoosh!"

A small ice arrow flew out, hit the chair, and instantly froze most of the chair.

"Progress is obvious." Moriarty restored the chair to its original appearance.

Penello finally smiled and became more and more interested: "I'll try again. Immobulus!"

"Very well, as long as you focus, you find it's not difficult, right?" Moriarty turned the completely frozen chair into a single sofa, "Try this big guy."

Penello practiced for a while until she became proficient in freezing dead objects and began to try freezing living ones.

She was a little tired from casting spells many times, so Moriarty pulled Penello and sat down on the newly created sofa.

She sat next to Moriarty, with only the edge of her butt touching, her hands on her legs, looking like a well-behaved little daughter-in-law.

It's just that he's a little too cute.

"Can you rest sitting like this?" Moriarty looked at Penello funny: "Sit up."

Penello sat up obediently and inevitably came into contact with Moriarty's body parts. Like a frightened rabbit, she always avoided first and then slowly approached.

Moriarty stared at Penello meaningfully, and Penello's face quickly turned red. She stammered and changed the topic: "October, it's October, and the weather is going to get cold."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Penello regretted them.

Merlin, what am I doing?

I'm actually talking about the weather! How shameful!

Penello didn't know what Moriarty answered. She was thinking about a profound magic question, and then asked Moriarty.

She hoped that Moriarty would look up to her, and it would be best to discuss some profound issue with Moriarty.

Instead of being like this now - talking about the weather without anything to say!

Finally, Penello remembered a question.

"Moriarty, do you still remember the conflict between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw in the stadium? Why wasn't I distracted by Dracula?"

Moriarty looked at her blue eyes and explained deeply: "Dracula's virus magic cannot control everyone's mind. For example, those wizards with powerful minds and spiritual pillars have great pride and self-esteem.

Strong wizards... Dracula cannot control them."

"Oh~ I understand." Penello looked at Moriarty eagerly: "At that time, I was thinking wholeheartedly about how to join the team. Maybe I didn't give the virus magic a chance to take advantage of it."

"That's right." Moriarty nodded slightly, "I noticed that Wood was not controlled at the time. He was focused on Quidditch. It was difficult for Dracula to break through his psychological defense."

"It turns out that playing Quidditch has such benefits." Penello smiled. In fact, she was the only one who knew that the reason why she was not controlled by Dracula was not because of Quidditch, but because she had a support in her heart and had a desire.

A strong desire to follow in someone's footsteps.

However, she was still prepared to talk about Quidditch. Moriarty was "eternally shining", so talking to him about things on the pitch would open up the topic.

"In mid-October, the team starts to select new players. I don't know if I can pass the selection." Penello sighed. There is always no shortage of top students in Ravenclaw Academy, and she has many competitors.

"Mid-October..." Moriarty thought for a moment. The new broom will be available in November at the earliest. "It's too late. I can only wait for you to join the team and I will give you a new broom."

"I don't want it." Penello refused decisively.

"Why?" Moriarty asked: "If you want to continue working to earn enough money to buy a broom, you will be exhausted."

The new broomstick is different from the wand set. Moriarty does not want to popularize the entire wizarding world. On the contrary, he wants to reap high profits.

How could Penello, who came from a mediocre background, afford it?

The money she earns from working may not even be enough to buy a new broom! If she wants to buy a new broom, she may have to work until ten years later!

However, Moriarty knew that Penello was a strong girl and did not say it outright.

Penello may have noticed it. She lowered her head and whispered: "I don't want to spend your money. Who am I? How can I spend your money?"

At the end of the sentence, her voice was like fine lines, and Moriarty didn't even hear what she said.

"Don't want to spend my money? Okay," Moriarty shrugged, "But you have to know, this is not spending my money, because I want a flying broomstick developed by me, why do I need to buy it?

Does it cost money?"

"Pfft," Penello couldn't help laughing and said coquettishly, "Look at how awesome you are."

After the words came out of his mouth, Penello was stunned again. Such words seemed too intimate considering the relationship between them.

Moriarty didn't feel anything special. At this moment, Professor Flitwick waved his wand and made a firework pop up. The students stopped shouting "immobulus" and the last few curse lights fell on the ground.

"That's great. I bet none of you are looking at the time." Professor Flitwick smiled and said, "get out of class is about to end. You are so engrossed in practice that you didn't notice this. Clean up and get out of class is over."

The students started to move in a bustle, waving their wands to make dead objects disappear, and Moriarty brought back the disappearing chairs intact.

After Professor Flitwick saw it, he praised it: "Although I am not a professor of Transfiguration, I still want to give you extra points."

"Professor, we can already freeze living creatures." Penello said loudly, giving Professor Flitwick a reason to add points.

"Okay, great, then - ten points for each of the two colleges."

"Professor, we, our group can also freeze living creatures. Oh, oh, oh, it's so cold..." A trembling male voice shouted from the other side of the classroom.

Professor Flitwick found the owner of the voice and screamed: "What's going on? How can you practice on yourselves! Oh, your feet?"

Everyone looked over, and Moriarty saw the Ravenclaw boy sitting behind him and Lilith standing with their feet frozen to the ground, and the frost spread to his calves!

"He volunteered," Lilith explained with a cold voice, "He said he can resist my freezing spell, and my magic power is not very large, so it will not cause harm to him."

"Well, yes," the boy shivered from the cold, but did not forget to give Lilith a smile, "Pilivik is right! That's what I said.

You see, I can break free at any time, no problem at all!"

He tried to stand on tiptoes, and there was a "click" sound, and the ice crystals shattered, tearing off the soles of his shoes, and the trousers on his calves were also frozen into pieces by the frost.

"Hahaha..." The students burst into laughter.

"Recovered as before!" Professor Flitwick waved his wand and restored his pants and shoes. The boy shamelessly asked if he could get extra points, and Lilith left directly.

"Poor Carles Rocco." Penello shook his head regretfully: "He thought he could pick a rose and play with it, but he didn't expect that the rose not only had thorns but was also a black rose."

"Aha, I'm so glad you noticed it too. It seems I have to change my mind. The girls at Hogwarts are smarter than the boys."

This unusually lively sound was heard to be coming from Jericho. Moriarty glanced behind him, and sure enough he saw Jericho walking over with a smile.

"If you ask me about that boy - who is Karls? Who cares what his last name is - I say he is just a toad who wants to eat swan meat! How could the eldest lady let him succeed?"

Moriarty didn't want to talk about Lilith with him, so he raised his eyebrows at Jericho: "Where is your companion, the Ravenclaw girl? I saw that you two were having a very interesting conversation."

"Yes," Jericho turned back and waved to the Ravenclaw girl who was waiting for him. The girl tilted her head to him. He then said to Moriarty and Penello, "Let's meet in the library.

, do you want to come together?"