Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Roman and Afro were scolded until they blushed, but they couldn't refute that Moriarty was telling the truth.

At this time, Red Nose came back with a house elf.

The elf brought a glass of grape milk to Moriarty, "Congratulations on your great victory, sir. This is the blessing from all the house elves at Hogwarts." The elf said with his big eyes blinking.

"Ah~ What an obedient elf, maybe I can find six house elves to team up with me." Moriarty tasted the milk and said slowly.

Both Afro and Roman's noses were crooked with anger.

"You are really a Slytherin through and through," Red Nose smoothed things over: "Have you ever quarreled with Professor Snape? I want to see you two poisonous snakes spraying venom at each other. Haha, you two poisonous tongue kings."

"On the contrary, we get along very happily."

"Okay gentlemen, let's talk about some lighter topics." Dumbledore seemed to wake up from a dream and smiled at everyone: "After the game, our school director discussed with me and decided to hold a dance to celebrate

The dream team won, and...a new generation of national team was born!

At the ball, Mrs. Malfoy will present awards to the dream team.

Well... there's still one afternoon before the dance starts, you'd better go find a dance partner now, oh! Yes, yes..."

Dumbledore seemed to have remembered something and blinked at Moriarty, "You can also find multiple dance partners, provided you can make them get along safely..."

Moriarty put down the milk, this old man...

If Dumbledore said that, then Moriarty would have to argue with him.

"Who wasn't a pretty boy when they were young?" Moriarty seemed to be talking to himself, and he spoke lightly, knowing that Dumbledore would hear him.

Sure enough, Dumbledore turned his head and looked out the window.

No one knew what he was looking at, and everyone was used to his sudden madness.

Only Moriarty knows.

Do you miss Grindelwald?

When he was young, Dumbledore was the representative of British men with perky buttocks.

When he was young, Grindelwald was high-spirited. He seemed to have innate wisdom, and he always exuded confidence and domineering.

If you ask who is the most powerful and best combination in the magic world?

GGAD!

Needless to say, there is no one.

Moriarty wondered if Dumbledore and Grindelwald had imagined how they would look like with gray hair when they were young.

Most likely not.

They were young and ambitious, regardless of aging, and devoted themselves to exploring magic, pursuing the Deathly Hallows, and conquering death.

Moriarty wondered if Dumbledore and Grindelwald in their old years had ever recalled the high-spirited times they had in their youth.

Most likely there is.

When they were old, one was in Hogwarts and the other was in Nurmengard, but they spent their whole lives missing each other.

Moriarty said with deep feeling: "When we were young, we always met a person who was shining, but somehow, everyone we met later became eclipsed.

Light can never be retained, and we will miss that person for the rest of our lives."

Dumbledore slowly turned his head and glanced at Moriarty. His eyes were very complicated, including surprise, joy, recognition, empathy, and...

Moriarty quickly looked away, thinking that the principal should pay attention to the influence, I don't want Grindelwald to misunderstand!

There are outsiders here. If they take our topic as conversation material and spread it to Grindelwald's ears, I can't explain it.

Dumbledore's complex emotions were only revealed for a moment, but he quickly withdrew them, and he became the most powerful wizard of the modern era, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He stood up and walked towards the buoyant ladder, saying: "Gentlemen, go and get ready. I hope each of you will come to the ball."

Seniors always say that there seems to be no secrets in Hogwarts, and Moriarty understands this very well.

News of the dinner dance spread like wildfire, and Moriarty had already experienced the madness of female fans during the celebrations at the end of the game.

But I really didn't expect that as soon as the news of the ball came out, the girls from Hogwarts, like cats that had smelled butter, would appear on the path that Moriarty must pass.

They let their hair loose, put on their most beautiful clothes, and appeared in front of and behind Moriarty.

It is an absolute truth no matter in any country that girls love heroes, not to mention a dazzling male god with great strength and prominent family background.

Today's girls are lucky. During their fantasy-loving years, they met prince-like men and gorgeous balls.

Put on the glass slippers, dance with the handsome prince, get on the pumpkin carriage together in the middle of the night, and fly to the prince's castle.

Everything is like a sweet and sour dream in the green years. Maybe it is unattainable, maybe it is a worry about gains and losses, but the prince in the dream still lingers in the deepest part of my heart.

So the girls decided to be brave.

Gryffindor has a unique advantage in this regard.

As Moriarty was walking on the way to the Slytherin dungeons, a first-year girl, encouraged by her peers, had the courage to approach Moriarty.

"Hello, Mr. Moriarty. I am Angelina Johnson from Gryffindor."

Angelina blinked nervously, shining with an inexplicable light.

"First-year girl, the same grade as the Weasley twins." Moriarty nodded slightly and looked at her. She was tall, just like a third-year student. She also had a long ponytail.

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Angelina nodded in surprise, "You know me? That's great!"

In fact, she was overthinking it. Moriarty just paid more attention to the branch of this freshmen class because of Saldaya. His memory happened to be very good, so he remembered her name.

But Moriarty thought it was better not to tell her the truth.

Angelina was extremely happy: "I signed up for the Forever Shining Fan Club and will be your supporter in the future.

Although I am a Gryffindor and I should support Prefect Charlie from a personal standpoint, but in terms of personal feelings, I am still more optimistic about you. After all, we have all seen that Prefect Charlie may be more suitable as a batter."

At the end of the sentence, Angelina herself laughed, and the group of companions behind her also snickered.

"You're joking about Charlie, you're quite brave." Moriarty smiled slightly.

Angelina was not shy at all and said seriously: "Next year I plan to join the Gryffindor team, as well as George and Fred. We will be opponents next year, sir."

As she said this, she was afraid that Moriarty wouldn't believe it, so she puffed up her chest like a soldier.

Moriarty looked at her deeply, and Angelina seemed inspired to volunteer to be Moriarty's dance partner.

But Moriarty seemed unaware of it. Through Angelina, he saw the figure of another girl. A little girl also said this to him last year.

"Sir?" Angelina asked cautiously: "Did you hear what I said?"

Moriarty nodded lightly to indicate that he had heard, then slowly shook his head and declined gently.

Although he always showed a cold face to others, when facing an 11-year-old girl, there was really no need for him to reject her mercilessly and coldly. That would be too despicable.

For a young girl, risking being looked down upon by everyone and mustering up the courage to show her kindness, even if she doesn't get what she wants, what she needs is tenderness and affirmation.

At this time, the importance of pure-blood etiquette came to the fore. Moriarty and Angelina chatted for a while, making the elementary school girl smile and wave goodbye to Moriarty.

Watching Angelina leave, Moriarty felt dozens of hot eyes falling on him.

Moriarty shook his head and smiled bitterly, then raised his feet and continued to move forward.

The next journey was not far but it was going slowly. Moriarty was really helpless as he faced the surging girls one after another.

Since Angelina took the initiative to invite and was not harshly criticized, she has been out of control!

Inviting Moriarty seems to have become a compulsory course for the girls, and they have to take the test even for this - the girls who used to travel in groups now travel alone.

Pretending to meet Moriarty by chance, he then casually mentioned the dance, led the topic to his dance partner in a roundabout way, and finally reluctantly proposed——

Does sir have a dance partner?

Can I be your dance partner?

Of course, the clever girls thought they had figured out Moriarty's taste, and they summed up a few rules.

1. When greeting your husband, you can keep an expressionless face or pretend to be surprised.

But! Don't show any fanaticism.

2. When talking about the dance with your husband, be sure to act dignified and elegant.

But! Don’t always talk about the dance, your husband will be offended.

3. When I asked the gentleman if he had a dance partner, his eyes looked a bit shy...

But! Don’t be pretentious.

Because he was on the way near the Slytherin common room, Professor Snape saw the girls inviting Moriarty one after another in different ways.

He said nothing and turned away, but decided to leave more homework for them in the next class.

What is the arrangement for memorizing the formula for the elixir of fortune?

Or let them brew a cauldron of Buffy's brain-boosting potion?

They can't all use their talents and talents on Moriarty, can they?

Even Merlin would do this if he saw it!

Professor Snape felt at ease.

Moriarty gracefully handed out good guy cards to the group. Fortunately, Jericho came over with Leon and other little snakes. They stood in front of Moriarty, and Moriarty was able to return to the Slytherin dungeon smoothly.