Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Mrs. Malfoy was startled by Moriarty. She lowered her hands in confusion and blinked her eyes in confusion: "What's wrong? It's just a diary. Is it worth your excitement?"

"Just a diary?" Moriarty repeated in imitation of Mrs. Malfoy, looking at her coldly.

Even though Mrs. Malfoy was panicked, she still exuded an arrogant and aristocratic temperament.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes: "If it's just a diary, why did you mention it to me?"

Mrs. Malfoy's heart moved and she shifted her gaze. Moriarty was right. That diary was indeed not simple.

Moriarty walked up to Mrs. Malfoy again and looked directly into her blue eyes, with an implicit reproach in his tone.

"It's no ordinary diary, you know that very well.

You brought it up to make a deal with me—the diary in exchange for the right to sell alchemy tools. Wonderful idea.

But you underestimated that diary! You shouldn’t have touched it!”

"I didn't -" Mrs. Malfoy raised her head and shook it vigorously, her long pale golden shawl hair swaying back and forth.

She didn't bother to fix her hair at this time, and said with Slytherin's unique pride: "Do you think I am a stupid lion of Gryffindor who can't resist the urge to look through other people's diaries?

I didn't touch it, I know how to respect others!

Not to mention, the diary belongs to the Dark Lord."

Having said this, Mrs. Malfoy glanced nervously outside the shop, fearing that there was a Death Eater outside.

Moriarty heard her lower her voice and say, "I was there when the Dark Lord handed the diary to Lucius!

So this diary is not simple, right?

I thought you might be interested in the Dark Lord's dark magic tools."

"It's not too stupid." Moriarty commented lightly and sat back.

"Did I strike you only as stupid in our few interactions?"

Mrs. Malfoy was bulging with anger, and her blond hair was scattered on her shoulders, rising and falling, and the plumpness on her chest was shaking wildly.

"When it comes to life and death, you are a shrewd woman, as are your whole family." Moriarty said with a smile, and then his tone changed:

"But when interests are involved, you seem clumsy. You are not a good negotiator, and you are far worse than Lucius."

"Do you think I will?"

Mrs. Malfoy pursed her lips, her eyes filled with misery.

"Look at all the pure-blood families, big and small. Which pure-blood lady comes out to show off?"

"Oh! Except maybe Madame Zabini."

A trace of contempt flashed in Mrs. Malfoy's eyes.

"I could just remarry like that naughty spider! Isn't that how you all describe her?"

Mrs. Malfoy raised her eyebrows and glared at Moriarty. It was obvious that she was disgusted by Lilith's description of Mrs. Zabini.

"But I didn't.

Are there not many people pursuing me?"

Mrs. Malfoy spun around in a circle.

"I am the third lady of the Black family.

The Slytherins and Ravenclaws who pursued me back then could queue up from the Slytherin dungeon to the door of Professor Horace's office!"

Moriarty seemed to be very interested in the past events and asked, "Where are the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff students?"

Mrs. Malfoy raised her neck arrogantly: "They have low self-esteem and are timid and dare not look at me!"

Moriarty shook his head and laughed.

If he was facing Lilith or Tonks, he would say "Are you sure you are not dreaming?" or "Are you sure what you are describing is not a dream scene?"

This will make the little girl act coquettishly with joy and anger, but Mrs. Malfoy is a mature woman.

Saying something directly is often more effective than beating around the bush.

"There are only two of us here, you can tell me the truth." Moriarty said softly: "Have you ever considered remarrying?"

Mrs. Malfoy took a deep breath and slowly shook her head: "Draco is still too young. I remarried - if I really did that, Draco would suffer for the rest of his life."

Moriarty nodded, but saw her smile arrogantly again.

"Once upon a time, the beautiful Daffodil daughter of the Black family put on the most gorgeous dress and became Mrs. Malfoy, the envy of all pure-blood girls.

Now, Lucius is buried, and I am single again, becoming the unattainable dream of countless pure-blood boys.

In the entire British wizarding world, who is worthy of me?"

Mrs. Malfoy's eyes shone with a arrogant and cold light.

"You know, I am not Mrs. Zabini, nor Bella, Domida, or Mrs. Parkinson..."

The names of pure-blood ladies popped out of her mouth.

"I am not them, I can be self-reliant, and I will take my son to live a good life."

Mrs. Malfoy showed a determined gaze and stared at Moriarty unwaveringly.

"Those words earned my respect."

Moriarty was not shy about his praise, even though it was only one sentence.

"For your independence and self-confidence, I can solve that diary for you." Moriarty added calmly.

"Ha!" Mrs. Malfoy sneered exaggeratedly.

"Are you also here to bully us orphans and widowed mothers?

Do you think you can coax my black magic props away by complimenting me a few times?

You don’t know what it is!”

"You're the one who doesn't know what it is!"

Moriarty remained calm, his face was calm, and his tone was calm.

"It's a Horcrux, Voldemort's Horcrux."

"hiss--"

Mrs. Malfoy took in a sharp breath, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

The black magic books collected by the Black family have an introduction to Horcruxes, and Mrs. Malfoy clearly knows what Horcruxes mean.

She murmured sadly: "Oh!"

Then she said: "Moriarty? Why did you mention that name in front of me?

Did you know Lucius is a Death Eater?

There is a ferocious Dark Mark on his arm!

Whenever the Dark Lord summons him, the skeleton is entangled with the poisonous snake, as if it is alive."

Mrs. Malfoy closed her eyes, seeming to recall her fear and panic during the days when Lucius was under the Dark Lord.

"Oh, no~"

Mrs. Malfoy's body swayed, and Moriarty quickly helped her to a stool and sat down. It took a while for her to return to normal.

"I'll take you to get the diary. To Malfoy Manor." Mrs. Malfoy seemed to have mustered up the courage and no longer trembled when mentioning the Dark Lord.

"The Dark Lord's Horcrux cannot stay in my house."

"Of course I can't stay in your house, I will destroy it." Moriarty followed her words, but a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Regarding the diary Horcrux, he suddenly had a plan. It may not be perfect now, but who can say for sure in the future...

The most important thing now is to get the diary first.

Moriarty looked at Mrs. Malfoy calmly, and the latter asked expectantly: "You will destroy it, right?"

"Promise me!" Mrs. Malfoy's voice revealed a hint of urgency and a hint of pleading.

Behind every Horcrux lies a death.

Mrs. Malfoy has lost her husband and cannot afford to lose her son again.

Moriarty made his promise without blushing and comforted Mrs. Malfoy with gentle words.

"plz follow me."

Mrs. Malfoy forced a smile, walked out of the prop shop, locked the door, hung up the closing sign, and stood outside the door looking at Moriarty.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows: "Apparition."

"I still have my wand with you." Mrs. Malfoy rolled her eyes.

"That's right." Moriarty smiled slightly, making Mrs. Malfoy think he did it on purpose.

A wand with a black gold handle was stretched into the air, shining with silver light. Moriarty held the wand in his hand, and Mrs. Malfoy silently grabbed Moriarty's robe.

"Apparition!"

With a "pop" sound, the two disappeared.

At the same time, two figures appeared outside Malfoy Manor.

Mrs. Malfoy summoned the house elf Dobby and opened the door to the manor.

Moriarty walked into the manor. Even the paths in the garden of the wealthy Malfoy were paved with white onyx, just like the white soft felt woven by fairies.

Large swaths of dahlias, daffodils, and purple roses bloomed around the villa, and the wind blew by, blowing up waves of fragrant fragrance. Moriarty, who is extremely sensitive to the wind element, felt as if he had walked into a flower house.

Once back at Malfoy Manor, Mrs. Malfoy became arrogant again.

She said to Moriarty: "Please wait for me in the lobby."