Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Mid-December.

Moriarty and Dumbledore parted.

Moriarty took Ichichel on a journey to North America.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald look for Aberforth to settle the grudges of the past.

Gamp and Larbo returned to London, waiting for the arrival of other members of the Immortal Organization.

Everyone is getting ready, this Christmas is destined to be extraordinary.

Beautiful country, Texas.

The plains in the temperate climate are vast and warm, and the scorching sun has not weakened the temperature with the arrival of winter.

Moriarty flying in the sky looks down.

On the grasslands enclosed by fences, livestock are running around, the most numerous of which are bison and healthy horses.

A famous cowboy is hunched over on the back of a strong horse. Bison herds are rampaging on the grass. The cowboys on horseback are struggling to drive the herds to the planned breeding area.

"Aha~ That's it!"

Moriarty's sharp eyes saw that the grass in the breeding area was growing in strange patterns, as if someone had deliberately groomed it.

And that pattern is a shield, the Hogwarts school emblem!

Although there were no badges of the four major colleges on it, Moriasu recognized it at a glance.

"Right here, land!"

Moriarty gestured to Ichichel while falling from the sky like a parachute jumper.

Ixichel raised her delicate eyebrows. The land below was a bit messy for her who likes simplicity.

Ixichel also doesn't like those cowboys who accompany livestock.

"Are the partners here reliable?"

Ixichel Shishiran fell to the ground, with a trace of suspicion floating in his eyes.

Facing Ixichel's sudden landing, the cowboys were stunned.

Not only people, but also horses, bison, livestock and other beasts were all kneeling on the ground, with fear in their eyes almost overflowing.

There was a helpless smile on the corner of Moriarty's mouth. That's what Ixichel is like, he never hides himself.

She does not hesitate to appear in front of the world. As for what others think, what does it have to do with her?

The "Law of Secrecy" of wizards, the fear of werewolves and vampires towards the church, and the fear of dark creatures towards hunters, are completely non-existent here in Ixichel.

In her words: "This Dragon Mother can appear in front of you just to give you face! Don't give me face!"

Just at this moment, the world seemed suddenly quiet.

Where Ixichel stands is the center of the world.

Moriarty quickened his pace and walked towards a wooden house ahead. The door opened and the people inside rushed out.

"Hey~ Moriarty!"

Jericho happily ran to Moriarty.

"Now your dream has come true."

Moriarty looked Jericho up and down, smiled and hugged him.

Jericho was wearing a brown leather jacket, a wide-brimmed high-top felt hat on his head, black jeans with a Colt revolver on his waist, and high leather boots with spurs on his feet.

After not seeing each other for more than half a month, Jericho became lean and lean, and his face became tanned.

It's just that the sharpness in his eyes cannot be hidden even if he deliberately hides it.

When his eyes met Moriarty's, it turned into a smile, a playful smile on his face.

"No way, no way, I haven't seen you for a few weeks and you bring back a beautiful woman?"

Jericho licked his lips in the direction of Ixichel behind Moriarty. He didn't dare to look, because he couldn't look away from Ixichel's Muggles and animals.

Jericho is not yet confident enough to use magic to resist a dragon mother.

Moriarty also just discovered that Ixichel has this bug-level passive.

He quickly patted Jericho on the shoulder: "Don't be kidding, this Dragon Lady is extremely senior and has a terrifying background. However, she has agreed to help us deal with the Eternal Life Organization and can be considered a companion for the time being."

Jericho nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and a smirk appeared on his face when he heard the last word.

It doesn't matter, even if they are just companions now, I believe Moriarty will sleep with her...persuasion!

Speaking of this, Jericho remembered another thing.

"Did the eldest lady confess to you when we parted that day?"

Jericho's eyes were filled with pride and a smirk: "In such an atmosphere, I guess she couldn't help it. After all, we were separated at the time and we didn't know when we would see each other again..."

Moriarty couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth when he thought of what Lilith said and did that night.

Rather than saying that Lilith kissed him, it would be better to say that Lilith bit him.

How rude!

Lilith, if you suffer from it in the future, let me teach you how to pronounce words and read them separately!

A smirk appeared in Moriarty's eyes, and Jericho knew it was okay as soon as he saw this look, and asked no more questions.

He raised his hand toward the grassland in front of him and shouted proudly: "This grassland belongs to my family. Tonight I will show you the style of Texas!"

"Here are poems about opening up new territories, fearlessness in defending justice, legends about chivalry and tenderness, and romance about encountering love..."

Moriarty smiled: "Okay, okay, you are writing poetry."

"Don't tell me, I really want to leave something here. Recording it in writing may be the only way I can do it at the moment." Jericho said seriously.

It can be seen that he really loves his hometown.

Moriarty shook his head and laughed: "Speaking of poetry, I really don't want to read any poems or stories recently."

"Remember there was a story book called The Tales of Beedle the Bard?"

"Oh? You won't tell me that you and Principal Dumbledore are going to look for the Deathly Hallows together these days, right?"

Jericho said as he walked toward the wooden house facing Moriarty and Ichichel.

"It's worse than that! It's a long story..."

Moriarty tells Jericho about recent events.

Until the sunset, as Moriarty finished telling the end of the story: purifying Swabia.

Jericho held up a glass of whiskey and shouted: "We really can't let Gamp and his gang become gods. They are causing such harm to the world even if they don't become gods. I'm afraid the world will turn into purgatory after they become gods!"

"Click."

Moriarty took the wine glass and touched it lightly with him, "I agree with this. The Eternal Life Organization is a group of weirdos. Who knows what changes will happen when you become a god."

"Ixichel, if, I mean if -"

Moriarty suddenly looked at Ixichel: "In the end, we defeated the Eternal Life Organization and obtained all the holy objects. Will you choose to become a god?"

"Hmm..." Ixichel muttered while holding the wine bottle. She was also drinking while Moriarty was telling the story. Unlike them, Ixichel blew directly into the bottle.

Looking at the small table next to her filled with wine bottles, you can tell how drunk Ixichel was.

But Ixichel was not drunk at all, there was no attractive blush on his white cheeks, only plain calmness.

"God, there is no temptation for me."

"After I finish this with you, I will go home to the Black Forest."

Ixichel put the bottle on the table, and she drank another one.

"What about you?" Jericho said loudly, looking at Moriarty.

"Me?" Moriarty shook the wine glass, his eyes flashing, "Let me think about it, let me think about it..."

He himself has no desire or aversion to becoming a god - Salazar told him that the four giants have found their own magic path, and a powerful being like Ixichel also said that he would not become a god.

On the contrary, the big boss behind the scenes is more attractive to Moriarty.

"Maybe I will... return to an ordinary life?"

"Play Quidditch, play with the cubs of magical creatures, make inventions, read books and newspapers..."

"Hmm, it sounds like the life of an ordinary Muggle, haha."

Moriarty had finished the whiskey and placed the glass on the table with a click.

"What about you Jericho?"

"Me?" Jericho looked out the window. The herbs under the setting sun were filled with red and yellow colors. "I want to shout at the sun and ride a strong horse and gallop!"

As he spoke, he stood up, rushed into the back room as if he was drunk with alcohol, and then rushed out like a gust of wind, holding a big thing in his arms.

"Look, this is a magic prop I invented."

Jericho put the thing on the ground.

It's a flying broomstick, but with four extra legs.

"I call it Pegasus!"

"Jiligulu, blah blah blah..."

Jericho talked a lot, to the effect that combining a strong horse with a broomstick requires alchemy and Muggle aerospace technology.

Moriarty and Ichichel looked at each other.

After speaking, Jericho tilted his head and fell asleep holding the prototype of the flying horse.

Moriarty and Ixichel looked at each other and smiled, and Ixichel said: "This friend of yours is quite good."

"Go out to eat?" Moriarty suddenly invited Ichichel. Jericho fell asleep and there was no hope of eating at home.

Ixichel readily agreed. After drinking dozens of bottles of whiskey, no matter how high the magic resistance was, there was still a hint of fire.

After the two left, Jericho, who was sleeping soundly, opened one eye and said, "They're done, Moriarty has to give me a big red envelope, okay?"

What Jericho didn't know was that Ixichel's perception had already known that he was not asleep, so he saw through everything without telling him.