Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

I don’t know what Moriarty said to the basilisk. Moriarty reached out and stroked the skin of the basilisk’s head, “That Slytherin heir ordered you in Parseltongue and enslaved you, oh how pitiful!

For thousands of years you can only eat rats to satisfy your hunger!"

The basilisk closed its eyes, purred, flicked its tail, and wrapped it around Moriarty's ankles.

"Come home with me, Shiva, to the castle left by Salazar Slytherin. I am your master now."

"Sizzle!"

Marcus had to let his imagination ride on a broomstick to understand the conversation between a man and a snake. He looked at Moriarty and then at the Basilisk in shock.

"Master, it - um, have you subdued it?"

Moriarty said with a smile in his eyes: "Be a gentleman, Marcus, she has a name, Shiva! I remember it is the name of an ice and snow goddess in the ancient Celtic pantheon."

The basilisk let out a low cry. She didn't look scary at all now. Moriarty's palm seemed to have special magic power, making the basilisk as docile as a sheep.

Marcus was stunned, and Moriarty explained to him: "The male basilisk has a bright red feather on its head. Look at her head, there is no feather. She is a female basilisk, so Salazar

The ancestors gave her the name Shiva.

And Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, relied on some Slytherin family blood to instruct Shiva to do bad things."

Having said this, Moriarty looked at Shiva: "As long as I'm here, you don't have to worry. Voldemort is just a junior in front of me."

Marcus, who had just regained consciousness, had his eyes widened. Voldemort was Moriarty's junior? What a big news.

"Here comes the wand!" Moriarty suddenly shouted. He took back Marcus's lost wand, handed it to Marcus, and said a few words of snake language to Shiva, who crawled away.

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"Let's go. If we're lucky, we can make it to the end of the last class."

Moriarty flew directly with Marcus and returned the same way.

When they flew up from the entrance, Tonks and Jericho pounced on them.

"We almost went to find the professor!" Tonks breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.

"Professor McGonagall will probably come looking for us if we don't show up." Moriarty looked at Jericho.

Jericho slapped his forehead: "Damn it, it's Transfiguration class in the morning! Professor McGonagall will definitely tear us apart."

"I have a divination class. I guess it doesn't matter if I don't go. That Trelawney woman is crazy." Marcus belatedly remembered the second grade class schedule.

"It seems that I am the only one who can avoid the professor's punishment. There are no classes in the morning for the fourth graders." Tonks crossed her arms and said with a smile on her lips: "Don't be envious, juniors, grow up quickly."

"So Nymph, you can stay here, or go to the Room of Requirement to learn the magic circle. Let's go to class." Moriarty took Jericho away.

They met Professor McGonagall in the Transfiguration classroom, and the professor angrily deducted fifty points from Slytherin.

"Being absent from class during the first period and almost an hour late for the second period! You can't do this even if you are a Slytherin!"

Professor McGonagall's angry scolding could be heard throughout the corridors. The students soon learned that Moriarty was absent from class for no reason, but no one could guess the reason.

As for the college points? Students from the four colleges unanimously believed that Moriarty would get back the deducted points doubled within a week.

However, this matter reached the ears of the Sect, who mercilessly imprisoned Moriarty and Jericho.

"Professor Cullen from your Defense Against the Dark Arts class told me that he needs a few people to help him organize his office, so your confinement will begin on Friday night."

At eight o'clock on Friday night, Moriarty and Jericho set off for Randy Cullen's office.

As the two walked on the floating ladder, Jericho complained: "What a pity, I should have been reading Quidditch "Flying with the Cannons" in the warm and comfortable lounge! Now I have to clean up the office of a vampire teacher

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Moriarty stopped: "How do you know Professor Randy is a vampire?"

Jericho blinked: "I thought you had known it for a long time - everyone had spread the word, after all, Professor Randy looks no different from a vampire."

He sighed and continued: "However, Professor Randy's performance is quite satisfactory, and I heard from Prefect William that our Defense Against the Dark Arts class seems to be cursed. It would be nice to have a professor to teach it. Everyone

There was no announcement."

"Have students from pure-blood families ever talked about the origin of Professor Randy?" Moriarty asked. Pure-blood families often have unexpected surprises in terms of intelligence.

"You have to ask Pilivik about that," Jericho said with a smile, "As far as I know, no."

Moriarty nodded and continued walking forward. After a while, he looked back at Jericho and said, "Late tonight, we will go to the restricted book area."

"Great! I've been waiting for this day! The Disappearance Curse? I have to learn it sooner or later!" Jericho pumped his fist excitedly, but quickly calmed down: "Is it too late in time? The last few

Our time is very tight, after all, we still have to carve the magic circle..."

"First get familiar with the method of casting the Illusion Curse," Moriarty said calmly: "As for the other things, just do what you can."

During the conversation, the two walked to the door of an office. After Jericho knocked on the door, the door slowly opened. Professor Randy sat on the chair facing the door and wrote something on the leather-wrapped mahogany table, Moriah.

Di could only see the "rustling" sound caused by the friction of the quill on the paper.

This friction... seems to be the friction between the quill and the letter paper? He is writing a letter! To whom?

Moriarty's eyes were heavy, and Jericho did not pay attention to these details. He loudly reported his purpose.

"Go to the corner to sort it out. I have too many things and they are too messy." Professor Randy didn't even look up.

Moriarty and Jericho walked to a corner of the office. The floor was covered with boxes, purses, papers...

The papers must have been enchanted and were blank. The boxes and bags were covered in dust.

Jericho frowned in confusion. Can such a trivial matter as sorting out housework trouble a wizard?

"Clean it up!" He took out his wand and waved it gently.

There was no reaction from the clutter. Jericho flicked his wand and said, "Recover as before!"

"Crash-"

Papers flew up and were piled up against the wall, but the bag and box remained motionless.

"Repairing spells and descaling spells are very useful life magic. But they are not suitable for every item." Professor Randy's hands did not stop, nor did his mouth.

"They are alchemical items, right?" Moriarty looked at the box and bag, guessing what their function was.

"I am very happy to find that you can tell the difference between alchemical props and alchemical items, Mr. Moriarty." Professor Randy finally raised his head and glanced in the corner. After just one glance, he lowered his head again, "I

Notice your boots, they are an alchemy item, and what you need to sort out are simple alchemy items.

Okay, kids, use the Levitation Charm to build them up one by one. I heard Professor Flitwick say that this year's first-year students have mastered the Levitation Charm very well."

Moriarty and Jericho looked at each other and jointly cast a large levitating spell, stacking the boxes upright with the leather bag on top.

When the box floated in the air, Moriarty felt heavy. It seemed to be filled with liquid?

As for those leather bags, they were light and flimsy. They might have been cast under a traceless stretching spell, so you couldn't tell what was inside.

An hour later, the work was over, and Jericho used magic to control more than ten brooms to clean the classroom.

Moriarty came to Professor Randy's desk. Professor Randy brushed the table with his hand, and the letter paper on it turned into white paper. Although it was very fast, Moriarty still saw a name: Bill

·Weasley.

"Moriarty?" Professor Randy said stiffly.

"Professor, it's sorted." Moriarty replied calmly. He glanced at Professor Randy. The professor's eyes were shining at night, and his pupils were actually a little silver.

Professor Randy coldly asked Moriarty and the two to leave. The two people who walked out of the office did not discuss Professor Randy's topic anymore. After returning to the dormitory for two hours, they slipped out and went straight to the library.

The restricted book area is located in an area at the back of the library, separated only by a rope, which obviously cannot stop a willing little wizard.

Moriarty guessed that the books in the restricted area might have been turned over by the students, as long as those students had the courage to do so.

Entering the forbidden book area, Moriarty and Jericho began to search for Miranda Gorshak's "Book of Spells", which contained records of the Disillusionment Curse.

After checking one bookshelf after another, Moriarty walked past a bookshelf that didn't have many books, but bumped into someone whose arms were filled with books.