Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Old Foley is here to serve Moriarty.

It is said that people become better with age, and this sentence is absolutely correct when used to describe Old Foley. As Lockhart's largest collaborator, he can always see the manuscript of Lockhart's novels as soon as possible.

From last year's "In Tibet with Slytherin" to this year's "Dancing with Vampires at the Eiffel Tower", they were all sent to Old Foley first, from which he drew a terrifying conclusion.

Lockhart is Moriarty's man!

It wouldn't matter if Lockhart was just a famous best-selling author in England. The ancient big family likes to push its spokesmen to the forefront.

But Slytherin is not just an ordinary big family, and Lockhart is not just a writer, he has many characters.

What kind of persona is he establishing recently?

Old Foley remembered that Lockhart went to Paris, France some time ago and had a fight with a vampire.

The news reached Old Forley's ears, and he felt that the news was even more outrageous than Merlin's resurrection.

How did that liar who could only cast the Forgetting Curse transform into a powerful wizard who froze the Eiffel Tower? Turn into a knight standing up for a pure-blood family?

If Lockhart is Moriarty's man, it all makes sense.

Before going to France, Lockhart gave lectures throughout North America to promote the dangers of black magic.

What a fighter against black magic!

Old Foley sneered. He became more and more certain that Lockhart was Moriarty's subordinate, and judging from Lockhart's actions, Moriarty was playing a big game...

Old Freel was thinking that decades ago, he had a unique vision, and with all his wealth, he and his son joined Voldemort and earned this family fortune.

It's a pity that Voldemort damaged his brain, Old Foley lost a son, and the family assets shrank a lot.

Moriarty's new star was rising, and Old Foley saw the opportunity to revitalize the family, so he found Lockhart and expressed his attitude, hoping that Lockhart could take him to see Moriarty.

Lockhart consulted Moriarty on this matter, and Moriarty asked him to judge Old Foley's loyalty.

So Lockhart did a lot of overt and covert investigations on Old Foley, and it wasn't until Christmas that Lockhart could safely take Old Foley into Slytherin Castle.

Just when old Flint returned from Romania, the three met, and old Foley became more and more convinced that he had seen the right person.

Luke takes them to the castle hall, where Moriarty is hosting a Christmas dinner.

On a long table made of emeralds and green emeralds, Moriarty and Tonks sat at the head, and Jericho, Marcus, and Leon sat on the chairs on the right in turn.

The three armchairs on the left were vacant. Jericho frequently cast doubtful glances at the three armchairs, wondering who Moriarty's subordinates were.

At this time, the three Lockharts came over. Tonks glanced at Lockhart suspiciously. It wasn't until she saw Lockhart's iconic blond wavy hair that she was convinced it was Lockhart himself.

"Moriarty, why did you never tell me that you invited Mr. Lockhart?"

Tonks gave Moriarty an angry look. Moriarty's breath was still lingering in her mouth. Thinking back to those charming moments in the afternoon, Tonks' cheeks felt hot.

It was nothing in the first place. Even if Jericho and his little brats saw it, they wouldn't think about what Moriarty and Tonks actually did.

But now Lockhart is here.

Tonks had to act like the mistress of the Slytherin family.

She quickly tied up her hair, straightened her robes, and gave Lockhart a polite smile.

However, when Lockhart saw Moriarty, he jumped up excitedly. He happily ran to Moriarty and bowed deeply, "Master, Master! Your loyal servant greets you,

Merry Christmas!"

Tonks couldn't help laughing. She thought Lockhart was acting like a pony.

"Huh?" Tonks suddenly realized something was wrong and looked at Moriarty: "What did Lockhart call you?"

Lockhart rushed to say: "I am the young master's most loyal subordinate, most capable assistant, most diligent servant, most reliable follower, and smartest servant!"

Moriarty coughed slightly, and Lockhart finally suppressed his excitement, performed a standard servant's courtesy, and said to Tonks: "Dear Madam, your servant Lockhart reports to you! First meeting,

Merry Christmas to my wife."

"And me." An old-fashioned voice came, and old Flint came out from behind Lockhart, greeted Moriarty and Tonks, and sent his blessings.

Tonks was stunned by a series of respectful greetings, and Jericho and Leon were also stunned.

It was their first time meeting Lockhart and old Flint, and they were shocked.

Jericho and Leon looked at each other and put away their smug vanity for following Moriarty.

Your husband already has such a large team! Compared with them, we seem immature and weak. How can we help him?

They started thinking, but Marcus didn't have any special reaction. He was used to it. His eyes fell on old Foley, "Sir, the head of the Foley family is here."

Marcus was performing his duties as a follower, and Lockhart slapped his forehead as if he was awakened, came to Moriarty's side, and reported Old Foley's situation.

Old Foley decisively knelt down at Moriarty's feet, leaned down, and solemnly said: "I would like to use the glory of the Foley family and my soul to swear to Merlin that my family and I will live forever.

Allegiance to Moriarty Slytherin."

He shrewdly leaned towards Tonks and said kind words: "I will also serve the descendants of Slytherin for generations to come."

After, after, descendants?

Tonks shyly put her hands on her belly, Moriarty hadn't sown yet.

Lockhart looked at Old Foley and said to himself, "Old guy, I'll try to say something nice."

Old Flint smiled. He and Marcus were both under Moriarty's command and there was no need to consider status issues.

And Moriarty helped old Foley up, and it was immoral to let an old man kneel on the floor. He was not a madman like Voldemort, nor was he an inhuman dark tyrant like the Vampire Duke.

"I accept you, Old Foley." Moriarty said calmly: "With me, you don't have to pretend to be respectful to please me, you don't have to spend your wealth, and you don't have to go to the battlefield to fight.

Just ask everyone here, the reason why they are standing here is not fear, but loyalty, bravery, and determination to pursue magic!"

Every time Moriarty said something, Old Foley's eyes lit up.

"Being by your side and listening to your teachings, my heart seems to become younger."

After Moriarty finished speaking, Old Foley replied like this. He stood next to Old Flint, which was the third armchair on the left, with his head held high.

"Everyone, sit down." Moriarty stretched out his hands and pressed his palms down. Lockhart sat on the first armchair on the left, and old Flint sat on the second armchair.

"Get to know each other. From this night on, you are both colleagues and partners on the path of magic. You can trust each other's support to each other's comrades."

Jericho was the first to respond to Moriarty. He smiled and said: "I didn't expect that Mr. Lockhart was also his subordinate. Some time ago, Mr. Lockhart went to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States to promote a new book, my eldest brother.

Complained to me that he regretted not being able to get hold of Mr. Lockhart's new book."

"From now on, you don't need to use the word 'sir' when calling me," Lockhart said with a hearty smile on his face, "but please maintain my persona in public.

Talking about my new book - if your elder brother wants to read it, I am willing to give him the complete set of my works."

"No problem at all, I still have a set of collector's editions with your signature on them." Old Foley agreed.

"Okay, old Foley!" Lockhart sighed: "I knew you were doing something behind my back. How many tricks did you hide?"

"Ahem, there are only 15 sets." Old Fuli explained without changing his expression, his heart not beating: "But you can't blame me. I didn't know you were the young master's servant at the time."

"It's as if you were the young master's servant at that time." Lockhart sighed, "Take them out quickly, they belong to my fans!"

"Um..." Jericho said slowly, "Why don't we get one set for each of us first? Oh no, I want two sets! I just gave it to my eldest brother as a Christmas gift."

"Good boy, you are indeed a Slytherin!" Old Foley grinned at Jericho.

Leon suddenly smiled evilly and said: "It seems that except for Lockhart, everyone here is Slytherin!"

Lockhart looked at Tonks hurriedly. He knew that Tonks was a Hufflepuff. He pretended to cry: "Dear Madam, have you seen that they ganged up to bully your poor servant!"

Tonks said nothing, smiled with her lips pursed, and put her head on Moriarty's shoulder, watching them fight.

"This has nothing to do with Senior," Jericho pretended to stare at Lockhart with ill intentions, "Senior is already Sir's person, so naturally she is our Slytherin.

So? Lockhart, you're in a snake's nest—show it quickly."

"You little troublemaker..." Lockhart pretended to pinch Jericho, but Marcus and Leon immediately got into trouble with him.

Moriarty was satisfied to see that the six people got along well with each other. His team had expanded again.

"Okay, let's get down to business. The 1990 Quidditch World Cup is about to start. I will lead the national team to Canada to register on-site. Our next plan will also be moved to North America."