The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Roman and Afro were blushing from the training, but they couldn't refute it. Moriarty was telling the truth.

At this time, Red Nose returned with a house elf.

The elf brought Moriarty a glass of grape milk, "Congratulations, sir, on your great victory. This is a blessing from all the house elves at Hogwarts." The elf blinked and said.

"Ah~ what an obedient elf, maybe I can find six house elves to team up with me." Moriarty said slowly, tasting the milk.

Both Afro and Roman's noses were crooked.

"You're a Slytherin through and through," Rednose smoothed things over, "Have you ever had a fight with Professor Snape? I want to see the scene where you two poisonous snakes spray each other with venom. Haha, two poisonous tongue kings."

"On the contrary, we got along very well."

"Okay gentlemen, let's talk about some light topics." Dumbledore smiled at everyone as if waking up from a dream: "After the game, our school manager, after discussing with me, decided to hold a dance to celebrate The dream team wins, and... a new generation of national team is born!

At the ball, Mrs. Malfoy presents awards to the Dream Team.

Hmm...there's only one afternoon before the dance, you better go find a dance partner now, oh! Yep……"

Dumbledore seemed to have remembered something, and blinked at Moriarty, "You can also find multiple dance partners, as long as you can make them get along safely..."

Moriarty put down the milk, the old man...

If Dumbledore said so, then Moriarty was going to have a fight with him.

"Who wasn't a beautiful boy when he was young." Moriarty seemed to be talking to himself, and he threw out the chatterbox lightly, and he knew that Dumbledore would hear it.

Sure enough, Dumbledore turned his head and looked out the window.

No one knew what he was looking at, everyone was used to his sudden madness.

Only Moriarty knew.

Do you miss Grindelwald?

When he was young, Dumbledore was the representative of British men with curvy buttocks.

When he was young, Grindelwald was full of vigor, as if he had innate wisdom, and he always exuded confidence and arrogance.

Who is the most powerful and best combination in the magic world?

GGAD!

Needless to say, none of them.

Moriarty wondered if the young Dumbledore and Grindelwald had fantasized about their gray hair.

Most likely not.

They were young and ambitious, regardless of aging, and devoted themselves to exploring magic, chasing the Deathly Hallows, and conquering death.

Moriarty wondered if Dumbledore and Grindelwald recalled their youthful vigor when they were old.

Mostly there are.

They were old, one was in Hogwarts and the other was in Nurmengard, but they spent their whole lives missing each other.

Moriarty said with emotion: "When we were young, we always met a person who would shine, and somehow, everyone we met later, they were all eclipsed.

The light can't always be kept, and then we miss that person for the rest of our lives. "

Dumbledore turned his head slowly and glanced at Moriarty. His eyes were very complicated, including surprise, joy, approval, empathy, and...

Moriarty quickly looked away, saying to himself that the principal pays attention to the influence, I don't want Grindelwald to misunderstand!

There are outsiders here, in case they spread our topic as talking material and it reaches Grindelwald's ears, I can't explain it clearly.

Dumbledore's complex emotions were only revealed for a moment, and he quickly retracted, and he became the most powerful wizard of the era, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He stood up and walked towards the floating ladder, leaving a sentence: "Gentlemen, go get ready, I hope each of you will come to the ball."

The seniors always said that there seemed to be no secrets in Hogwarts, and Moriarty had a deep understanding of this.

News of the dinner dance spread like wildfire, and Moriarty had already learned about the madness of female fans in the celebration at the end of the game.

But I really didn't expect that as soon as the news of the ball came out, the girls of Hogwarts, like cats smelling cream, appeared on the only way Moriarty had to pass.

They let their hair down, put on their best clothes, and haunted Moriarty in front of and behind him.

Girls love heroes, no matter in any country, is an absolute truth, let alone a powerful and dazzling male god with a prominent family background.

Today's girls are lucky. At the age of fantasy, they met a prince-like male god and a gorgeous ball.

Put on the glass slipper, dance with the handsome prince, ride in the pumpkin carriage together in the middle of the night, and fly to the prince's castle.

Everything is like a sweet and sour dream in the green years, maybe unattainable, maybe worrying about gains and losses, but the prince in the dream still lingers in the deepest part of my heart.

So the girls decided to be brave.

Gryffindor has a unique advantage in this regard.

While Moriarty was on his way to the Slytherin dungeon, a first-year school girl approached Moriarty boldly under the encouragement of her companions.

"Hello, Mr. Moriarty. I am Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor."

Angelina blinked nervously, shining with an inexplicable light.

"A first-year school girl, a classmate of the Weasley twins." Moriarty nodded slightly, and looked at her. She was tall, just like a third-year student. She also wears a long ponytail.

Angelina nodded in surprise, "You know me? Great!"

In fact, she was thinking too much. Moriarty just paid more attention to the branch of this freshman class because of Soldaya, and his memory happened to be very good, so he remembered her name.

But Moriarty thought it better not to tell her the truth.

Angelina was very happy: "I signed up for the Forever Shining Fan Club, and I will be your supporter in the future.

Although I am a Gryffindor, I should support Prefect Charlie from a standpoint, but in terms of personal feelings, I am more optimistic about you. After all, we have all seen that Prefect Charlie may be more suitable as a batsman. "

At the end, Angelina laughed to herself, and the group of companions behind her snickered too.

"Just kidding Charlie, you're not so brave." Moriarty smiled slightly.

Angelina was not shy at all, and said seriously: "Next year I plan to join the Gryffindor team, and George and Fred are the same. We will be rivals next year, sir."

As she said that, she was afraid that Moriarty would not believe her, so she puffed out her chest like a soldier.

Moriarty gave her a deep look, and Angelina seemed inspired to volunteer to be Moriarty's dance partner.

But Moriarty seemed to have never heard of it. Through Angelina, he saw the figure of another girl. Last year, a little girl said the same to him.

"Sir?" Angelina asked cautiously, "Did you hear me?"

Moriarty nodded lightly to indicate that he heard it, then shook his head slowly, and gently refused.

Although he has always shown a cold face, but facing an 11-year-old girl, there is really no need for him to ruthlessly refuse, that is too despicable.

For a young girl, at the risk of being underestimated by everyone, she has the courage to take the initiative to show her favor, even if she can't do what she wants, what she needs is tenderness and affirmation.

At this time, the importance of pure-blood etiquette came to the fore. Moriarty chatted with Angelina for a while, making the elementary school girl smile and wave goodbye to Moriarty.

Watching Angelina leave, Moriarty felt dozens of fiery gazes falling on him.

Moriarty shook his head and smiled wryly, then lifted his foot and continued walking.

The next journey is not far away but slow. Moriarty is really helpless in the face of clusters of surging young girls.

Ever since Angelina took the initiative to invite and was not harshly criticized, it was out of control!

Inviting Moriarty seems to be a compulsory course for the girls, and they have to pass even this-girls who used to be in groups are now traveling alone.

Pretending to meet Moriarty by chance, then casually brought up the prom, and led the topic to the dance partner in a roundabout way, and finally reluctantly proposed——

Do you have a partner, sir?

How about I be your dance partner?

Of course, the witty girls thought they had identified Moriarty's taste, and they summed up a few rules.

1. When greeting your husband, you can be expressionless or pretend to be surprised.

but! Never act fanatical.

2. When chatting about the prom with your husband, be sure to behave dignified and elegant.

but! Don't always talk about the prom, sir will be disgusted.

3. When I asked my husband if he had a partner, his eyes were a bit shy...

but! Don't be artificial.

As it was on the way close to the Slytherin common room, Professor Snape saw the girls invite Moriarty one by one, in different ways.

He turned away without saying anything, but decided to give them more homework in the next class.

Is it the arrangement to memorize the recipe for the Felicity Elixir?

Or let them boil a crucible of Buffy's brain-boosting potion?

They couldn't use all their ingenuity on Moriarty, could they?

Even if Merlin saw him, he would do the same!

Professor Snape felt at ease.

And Moriarty sent out good person cards gracefully. Fortunately, Jericho came over with Leon and the little snakes. They blocked Moriarty, and Moriarty was able to return to the Slytherin dungeon smoothly.