Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

In the early morning of August, the sun was slightly cool and the breeze was light.

Moriarty walked on the cobblestone path of Diagon Alley in the sunshine, tightening his silver-white wizard's robe.

After spending the spring and summer in Hyprose, he was particularly sensitive to the cold after adapting to the Pacific climate.

At this time, there were not many people in Diagon Alley. The shops on both sides of the street were hung with the flags of the British team, and there were photos and decorations of flying broomsticks and the Golden Snitch on the glass, which made it full of atmosphere.

A man in a black cloak staggered over from the other end of the alley. Moriarty saw the man, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he stepped towards the man.

As the distance between the two shortened, Moriarty saw the man's face.

His skin was frighteningly white, and his eyes were frighteningly red and swollen. The man kept rubbing his eyes with his hands, as if there was something in his eyes that he had to rub out. On average, he would yawn after taking two steps.

Moriarty approached the man and said calmly: "Would you like a glass of blood juice, sir?"

"Okay!" The man suddenly became energetic as if hearing the sounds of nature.

He took his hands off his face, stood there, and said hungrily: "Quick, give it to me!"

But when he saw that the person coming was Moriarty, his expression changed drastically.

"Ah - it's you? Haha, great, I finally found you Moriarty Slytherin!"

The man raised his head and let out a cry of joy, then held his head and muttered: "Oh no! No! Since it's you, you can't give me blood juice! Oh - no!!!"

Moriarty watched the man cry and laugh, with a troubled look on his face. He laughed loudly: "Isaac Jude, you are such a rare vampire!

Let me guess, does your beloved accept you?

But she made a condition that you must change your vampire habits, live according to human schedules, and respect human food culture..."

"How do you know?" Isaac raised his head in surprise, "You are absolutely right, she even made me stop sucking blood, ah - I'm going crazy!"

"Heh," Moriarty seemed to be mocking: "So? Are you obedient?"

He walked around Isaac a few times, looking up and down at the sick vampire.

"Look what you did during this time?

Go out early and come back late, eat wizard food, drink wizard butterbeer, and go shopping in Diagon Alley!

That's wonderful, eh?

Why don't you stay in your coffin and sleep in your coffin so early in the morning instead of running out for a walk?

You were terribly sleepy but still walked out - don't tell me this was your intention, you clearly agreed to her request!"

Finally, Moriarty concluded: "So, you're trying to change the vampire's habits."

"Yes, yes, I agreed to her request - how could I not? She is my true love!"

Isaac spoke very fast, and his eyes widened with excitement: "For her, I am willing to change the vampire's habits!"

"If possible, would you like to become a human being?" Moriarty asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, Isaac said loudly: "Yes! That's right! I just want to become an ordinary human being and spend my life with her."

"It's true that the ancestors have been honored." Moriarty gave a thumbs up, feeling unlucky for a second that the old Jew had such a grandson.

"Okay, tell me your purpose! If it weren't for the surname Slytherin, would you have broken into my castle?" Moriarty pulled Isaac to a secluded place.

"What do you mean it's useless?" Isaac said indignantly: "I asked the wizards in a friendly way for the address of Slytherin Castle, but those wizards stared at me like I was a fool!"

Moriarty shook his head and smiled, and Isaac was responsible for his laughter throughout the morning.

But Isaac quickly calmed down. He approached Moriarty and whispered: "Moriarty, I was sent out by my grandfather."

Isaac carefully glanced around a few times to make sure no one was passing by before continuing: "Grandpa asked me to tell you that the top vampires have formulated a plan for you..."

"How dare the top vampires come to provoke me?" Moriarty's eyes were solemn, murderous.

"Quinlan was destroyed, a vampire archduke died, and the headless vampire ancestor can never be resurrected. These can't make the stupid and arrogant coffin ghost realize the gap between them and me!"

A layer of ice floated in the air, the temperature dropped suddenly, and what was colder than the air was Moriarty's voice.

"Isaac, I think the vampire race is hopeless. Let them disappear. Maybe they will sleep underground forever."

"No, no, no..." Isaac swallowed, "Vampires are not all bad guys. You know, I'm here to give you a message.

Grandfather said that although he doesn’t know what the specific plan is, he can be sure that vampires will make big moves in the near future! You must be careful..."

Moriarty let out a disdainful sneer, and the frost in the air suddenly rose into the sky, forming an invisible ice network.

"It's not my style to be cautious," Moriarty started walking without looking back, his tone not allowing for refutation: "After the World Cup is over, I will re-enter France, and you will take your grandfather and loved one abroad - for your sake

For the sake of sending letters across the country, I forgave the Jewish family."

Isaac quickly ran up to catch up with Moriarty: "Listen to me - my grandfather said that this time the top vampire has a very high status, and the vampire archduke is just a follower in front of him!

There is a high probability that it is... the vampire prince!"

"Prince? Prince is of course a different matter. But it's the same to me." Moriarty continued to walk forward without any fear. He was almost out of Diagon Alley.

This time, Isaac did not follow. He shook his head and shouted at Moriarty's back: "Okay, you convinced me! Who made you stronger than me!

Wish you good luck, sooner or later I will let you see the day when I become a human!"

Moriarty was quite pleased to hear the previous words, but the last sentence made him regret knowing Isaac.

Isaac, a vampire viscount who is crazy about love and wants to become a human!

Love...

How amazing.

Tsk tsk tsk.

Moriarty sighed as he apparated to Hogsmeade. He walked around the village and saw the Magic Revival Props Shop open. He thought of Mrs. Malfoy's plump and hot figure and dazzlingly white skin.

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Maybe you can pay a visit and ask Mrs. Malfoy about inviting the Forever Shining Fans to watch the finals.

But before that, Moriarty has a more important thing to do, the final make-up exam for the second year of Hogwarts.

Moriarty took out the Marauder's Map, chose a secret passage to enter Hogwarts, bypassed Filch, and with the help of Paro, walked into the principal's office openly.

Dumbledore happened to be sitting behind his desk, and when he saw Moriarty walking in, he raised his eyebrows and reached out to adjust his glasses.

"Oh? Moriarty.

Do you also love brownie soft cookies?

Otherwise I can't figure out how you walked into my office."

Moriarty learned from Paro that the password for the principal's office was "Brownie Soft Cookies."

I thought that Old Deng probably didn't know that the stone beast guarding the principal's office was a Cao thief, and it was a good trick.

"Mention the food."

Moriarty transformed into a red chair with armrests and a soft back opposite Dumbledore, and sat on it.

"The dishes on Hyprose are good. Next year I will teach the house elves to cook some North American cuisine."

"What a great idea," Dumbledore nodded slightly and asked casually, "How about dessert?"

"Unfortunately, not much."

Moriarty said this, but he had no regrets in his heart. It is not good for the old man to eat too many sweets.

But Old Dengtou...

After suffering most of my life, it seems like there is nothing wrong with eating some dessert.

Moriarty took out a piece of white paper from his robe, with a pattern drawn on it. He slowly placed it on the table and pushed it towards Dumbledore.

"What is this?" Dumbledore glanced at the pattern on the paper, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, "Where did you get it?"

"From the signed photo of a Polish player," Moriarty said casually: "The symbol of the Deathly Hallows. You know who stands behind this symbol."

"impossible."

Dumbledore was more determined than ever before, "I say it's impossible!"

He slapped the white paper on the table, "There must be something fishy in this. He disbanded the Saints 45 years ago!"

"I didn't say he would be detrimental to me." Moriarty smiled slightly: "It's just that the Saints mixed into the Polish team is very strange. I personally feel it is unusual."

Dumbledore's expression improved and he murmured, "It's unusual."

"It's good to know." Moriarty was noncommittal. He stood up, turned his chair away, and said, "I should go to Professor McGonagall to complete the make-up exam. See you later."

"Ah~ it's too early to say goodbye now."

Dumbledore suddenly smiled, a narrow smile flashing in his blue eyes under the lenses.

"Mrs. Malfoy has generously invited all the professors at Hogwarts to go to High Prose to watch the finals. I think we will see each other again soon."