Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

"Greece is the birthplace of black magic. Vampires, werewolves, goblins, mummies, dark elves... the big and small figures in the dark world will naturally focus here. I have to say that it is easier to make money with vampires."

The uncle grinned, and the businessman's pretentious sincerity was clearly revealed at this moment.

He looked around for a few times and whispered to Moriarty: "Werewolves are irritable, mummies have difficulty communicating, and dark elves are arrogant, but vampires are different. The memory of immortals has never been very good. They are too able to sleep.

I often forget the number of gold coins and I don’t know how to keep accounts, haha.”

The waiter brought over three glasses of wine, and the red Bloody Mary was taken away by the uncle. Moriarty pushed the transparent lemonade to Lilith, and then drank the amber Long Island Ice in small sips.

Lilith looked at the waiter's pale wrists and pointed teeth, and her eyes widened: "Moriarty, are they - vampires?"

"You were discovered thirty seconds earlier than I expected, which means your mood was not affected." Moriarty glanced at her and said softly: "Obviously, this is a vampire bar!"

"Cool~" The eldest lady, who had been dealing with the law all day, became even more excited, drinking lemonade and glancing wildly.

The uncle drank the wine and potion in one gulp and smacked his lips happily: "To be prepared, the waiter here is a mixed-blood vampire!"

Lilith was a little surprised: "Vampires are divided into pure blood and mixed blood?"

"Yes." The uncle nodded: "Mixed-race vampires are also called half-vampires. You can understand them as European mixed-race wizards. Most of the vampires in Shengbo Salan are mixed-race.

The boss behind Shengbo Saran is a pure-blood vampire, also known as an aristocratic vampire. According to my grandfather, he is a vampire archduke who has lived for more than seven hundred years."

"The Vampire Duke?" Moriarty took over the topic and pointed out: "In the past thousand years, not many vampire Dukes have been born. Do you know which clan this Duke belongs to? Cain? Dracula? Quin

Lan? Bluebeard? Or the old Jew?"

"If it weren't for your age, I would have thought you were a vampire hunter!" The uncle's expression changed, and he looked at Moriarty with more attention and smiled coquettishly.

"Greek vampires have little connection with the ancient undead species in Europe. As far as I know, there is no connection. So I am not sure whether the vampire archduke of Shengbo Salan has any connection with European vampires.

Most of the vampires here worship female vampires, such as Countess Karnstein, commonly known as Camilla, and the maid Ampsa, who is also a female vampire."

"I heard someone talking about female vampires!" came a weak female voice, "Dolls, do you want to see a female vampire? Follow my sister~"

A charming woman came over, and the guests suddenly dropped what they were doing and stared at her intently.

This was very unusual. Moriarty observed the guests' reactions and concluded that this woman had the blood of a enchantress.

Her delicate face made people unable to take their eyes away, and she only wore a black lace nightgown, exposing large areas of her slim figure and fair skin.

She forced her way into the middle of Moriarty and Lilith's seats and smiled charmingly at them.

Lilith said somewhat annoyingly: "Are you a vampire or a enchantress?"

"That's not polite~" The woman smiled coquettishly and stretched out her finger to touch Lilith's chin. Lilith moved away, and the woman smiled charmingly: "That's not good~"

"Be quiet, Mrs. Kewa." The uncle dissuaded: "Don't have any thoughts on them. This is not something you can touch. I told you."

Ms. Kewa walked up to the uncle like a slut and rubbed the uncle's lower body with her proud curves: "Boss Uriah, you can't monopolize all foreigners, can't you? That red-haired British guy last time?

You won’t let me touch them, and now~ these two people—you won’t let me touch them either?”

The uncle shook off Mrs. Kowa hanging on him in disgust, and a flash of displeasure flashed in his heart. The red-haired Englishman brought Dumbledore's souvenir. I don't let you touch it for the sake of everyone's safety!

It's a pity that the uncle can only rot in his stomach and cannot say these words.

Mrs. Kewa didn't care either. Seeing that the uncle didn't speak, she thought he acquiesced and continued to charm Moriarty.

"Get out of the way! If you don't want to be crucified, get out of the way!" A high-pitched voice sounded from behind Mrs. Kowa.

Mrs. Kewa was so angry that no one in Shengbosalan had scolded her!

"How dare you? Crucify me! Oh, who do you think you are?"

"I don't mean me, although I can kill you too - in fact I killed a vampire in the dark forest of Ireland not long ago. I mean the object of your charm - this young gentleman."

The voice spoke in English, attracting the attention of Moriarty and Lilith.

This man had a typical British face, with a ruddy complexion and black eyes. His smart eyes glanced at Moriarty, flashing a hint of kindness.

He stretched out his hand to Moriarty: "I recognized you as soon as you arrived. I read the novel last year! My name is Quirrell, Quirinus Quirrell! A graduate of Hogwarts.

Winclaw College.”

"Are you Quirrell?" Moriarty didn't reply, but Lilith called out, "I heard from the senior classmate that Professor Quirrell, who teaches Muggle Studies, took a leave of absence last year. I heard he was going on a trip.

Yes, I didn’t expect..."

Lilith looked at Quirrell up and down. He was in good spirits, but his clothes were not flattering. He wore a purple wizard robe and gave off a garlic smell.

At the same time, Moriarty thought of the name Quirrell, the poor man with Voldemort attached to the back of his head, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the 1991-1992 school year.

Now it's 1989, and Quirrell has not yet been possessed.

"Ding dong~ The host has been detected and Quirrell is now on a mission: to prevent Quirrell from being possessed by Voldemort! Mission time: ten days. Reward, 500 points. Punishment: The host will be drained by Mrs. Kewa until there is not even a drop left!"

"Huh?" Moriarty asked curiously: "The punishment for this mission is not erasure?"

The system responded: "Last year was the first year that the host came to this world. In order to urge the host to hurry up and complete the task, this system will issue the punishment of erasing the host.

After a year of hard work, the host already has the foundation and capital to become the big boss behind the scenes. Naturally, this system will not obliterate the host!

Once it is discovered that the host's attitude has become negative, or the task completion rate is not high, the punishment will be to obliterate the host. I hope the host will continue to work hard to become the big boss behind the scenes as soon as possible!"

Moriarty smiled playfully, the cold and ruthless system.

After receiving the mission, Moriarty shook hands with Quirrell gently and asked Quirrell to sit on his right side.

Then he gave an order to expel Mrs. Cova. Mrs. Cova glared at Quirrell fiercely, fanned the wind under her nose with her hand, and left in a hurry.

Quirrell smiled and said: "For hybrid vampires, the smell of garlic is still very effective."

"It sounds like you are familiar with vampires." Moriarty asked casually.

"It's not that we're familiar with each other, we've just interacted with each other." Quirrell said: "As I said before, last year in Ireland, I met a vampire and struggled with him for a long time before killing him.

I found a jar of ashes in his coffin and followed the ashes to Athens."

"The coffin represents the identity and status of a vampire in a sense. For a mixed-race vampire, owning a coffin is as significant as a human owning a villa." The uncle also joined the topic.

"Last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a vampire." Lilith said suddenly, "I think he might be a hybrid."

"It must be a mixed race." Moriarty confirmed her statement. He remembered the large box he saw in Professor Randy's office. The liquid contained in it should be animal blood - Dumbledore would not provide it to him.

It's human blood, and pure-blood vampires can't drink animal blood.

Quirrell was a little melancholy: "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? I am traveling just to gain more experience. I am going to apply to Professor Dumbledore to be the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in the 1991-1992 school year! There is so much pressure from competition.

ah!"

"As far as I know, Dumbledore has already chosen a new professor for the 1991-1992 school year." Moriarty said euphemistically, "You can wait for next year, or travel to Western European countries."

After getting in touch with Quirrell, Moriarty felt that this man was pretty good, smart, bold, and respected Moriarty, so Quirrell was worth training.

Even if there was no system mission, Moriarty would not watch him go to Albania to die.

Unexpectedly, Quirrell shook his head and said firmly: "I have decided to go to Albania next month. I heard that there are some weird things hidden in the forest there. I am going to find out more about it and then report it to Professor Dumbledore! This is also mine.

A valuable adventure!”

Moriarty sighed inwardly. It seemed that there was only one way to prevent Quirrell from being possessed by Voldemort.

At this time, he noticed that the uncle had not spoken and his eyes were evasive, and he realized that there was a problem.

Moriarty thought for a moment, and the uncle stopped talking when they mentioned "Dumbledore".