The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

In the early morning of August, the sun was slightly cool and the breeze was light.

Moriarty walked on the cobblestone path of Diagon Alley against the sun, tightening his silver-white wizard robes tightly.

After spending spring and summer in Haiprosay, he was particularly sensitive to the cold after he returned to China after adapting to the Pacific climate.

At this point in time, there were not many people in Diagon Alley. The shops on both sides of the street were hung with the national flag of the British team, and there were broomsticks, photos and ornaments of the Golden Snitch on the glass, which seemed to be full of atmosphere.

A man in a black cloak wobbled over from the other side of the alley. When Moriarty saw the man, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he walked towards the man.

As the distance between them shortened, Moriarty saw the man's face.

His skin was frighteningly white, and his eyes were terribly red and swollen. The man kept rubbing his eyes with his hands, as if there was something in his eyes that was bound to come out, and he would yawn every two steps on average.

Moriarty approached the man, and said lightly, "Would you like a glass of blood juice, sir?"

"Okay!" The man suddenly became full of vitality as if hearing the sound of nature.

He took his hands off his face, stood where he was, and said eagerly: "Quick, give it to me!"

But when he saw that it was Moriarty, his expression changed drastically.

"Ah—is that you? Haha, great, I finally found you, Moriarty Slytherin!"

The man raised his head and let out a cry of joy, then held his head and muttered: "Oh no! No! Since it's you, you can't give me blood juice! Oh—no!!!"

Moriarty watched the man cry and laugh, with a troubled expression on his face, he laughed loudly: "Isaac Judah, you are such a rare vampire!

Let me guess, your beloved accepts you?

But she put forward conditions, you must get rid of the vampire habits, live according to human schedules, and respect human food culture..."

"How do you know?" Isaac raised his head in surprise, "You're right, she even made me stop sucking blood, ah——I'm going crazy!"

"Oh," Moriarty seemed to laugh, "So what? Are you obedient?"

He walked around Isaac a few times, looking up and down at the sick vampire.

"Look at what you've been doing all this time?

Go out early and come back late, eat wizard food, drink wizard butter beer, and go shopping in Diagon Alley!

It's wonderful, huh?

Why don't you sleep in your coffin early in the morning instead of running out for a stroll.

You were so sleepy but you came out anyway—don't tell me it was your intention, you clearly agreed to her request! "

Finally, Moriarty concludes: "So, you're trying to change the habits of vampires."

"Yes, yes, I did what she asked—how could I not? She's my love!"

Isaac spoke extremely fast, his eyes widened because of excitement: "For her, I am willing to change the habits of vampires!"

"If possible, would you like to become a human?" Moriarty asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, Isaac said loudly: "Yes! Exactly! I just want to become an ordinary human being and spend my whole life with her."

"It's true, the glory of the ancestors." Moriarty gave a thumbs up, feeling unlucky for a second for the old Jew to have such a grandson.

"Okay, let's talk about your purpose! If the surname Slytherin didn't still work, wouldn't you have already broken into my castle?" Moriarty pulled Isaac to a secluded place.

"What do you mean it's still useful?" Isaac was indignant: "I asked the wizards for the address of Slytherin Castle in a friendly manner, and those wizards stared at me like idiots!"

Moriarty shook his head and smiled, and Isaac had been his laughing stock all morning.

But Isaac quickly calmed down. He leaned in front of Moriarty and whispered, "Moriarty, I was sent by my grandfather."

Isaac looked around cautiously, making sure no one was passing by before continuing, "Grandfather told me to tell you that the vampire executives have a plan for you..."

"How dare the vampire executives come to provoke me?" Moriarty's eyes were serious, murderous.

"Kunlan was destroyed, a vampire grand duke died, and the headless vampire ancestor can no longer be resurrected. These still can't make the stupid and arrogant coffin ghosts realize the gap between them and me!"

A layer of frost floated in the air, and the temperature dropped suddenly, but what was colder than the air was Moriarty's voice.

"Isaac, I think the race of vampires is hopeless, let them disappear, and maybe sleep in the ground forever."

"No, no, no..." Isaac swallowed, "Not all vampires are villains, you know, I'm here to report to you.

Grandpa said that although he didn't know what the specific plan was, he was sure that the vampires would make big moves in the near future! You must be careful..."

Moriarty let out a disdainful sneer, and the frost in the air suddenly lifted into the air, forming an invisible ice net.

"It's not my style to be cautious," Moriarty walked up without looking back, his tone irrefutable: "After the World Cup is over, I will re-enter France, and you will take your grandfather and love abroad - look at you For the sake of cross-border delivery, I forgive the Jewish family."

Isaac quickly ran up to catch up with Moriarty: "Listen to me—grandfather said, this time the high-ranking vampires are very high-ranking, and the Grand Duke of Vampires is just a follower in front of him!

With a high probability, it is... the Vampire Prince! "

"Prince? Prince is a different matter. But it's all the same to me." Moriarty continued to walk forward without fear, and he was almost out of Diagon Alley.

This time, Isaac didn't follow, he shook his head, and shouted at Moriarty's back: "Okay, you convinced me! Who made you stronger than me!

Good luck, sooner or later I will let you see the day I become human! "

Moriarty was quite relieved to hear the previous words, but the last sentence made him regret knowing Isaac.

Isaac, a vampire viscount who is crazy about love and wants to become a human!

love...

How amazing.

Tut tut.

While sighing, Moriarty apparated to Hogsmeade. He walked around the village and saw the magic revival prop shop open. He thought of Mrs. Malfoy's plump and hot figure and dazzling white skin .

Maybe drop by and ask Mrs. Malfoy about inviting the Forever Shine fans to watch the finale.

But before that, Moriarty had one more important thing to do, the Hogwarts second-year final exam.

Moriarty took out the Marauder's Map, chose a secret path to enter Hogwarts, bypassed Filch, and walked into the principal's office openly with the help of Paro.

Dumbledore happened to be sitting behind the desk when he saw Moriarty walk in, frowning, and adjusted his glasses.

"Oh? Moriarty.

Do you also love brownie soft cookies?

Otherwise I can't figure out how you walked into my office. "

Moriarty learned from Parrow that the principal's office password was "Brownie Soft Cookies."

I thought that Old Deng probably didn't know that the stone beast guarding the principal's office was a Cao thief, and he had a good routine.

"Bring up the food."

Moriarty turned into a red chair with armrests and a soft back opposite Dumbledore, and sat on it.

"Hyprose's dishes are good, next year I will teach the house-elf to cook some North American food."

"Good idea," Dumbledore nodded slightly, and asked casually, "How about dessert?"

"Unfortunately, not many."

Moriarty said so, but he had no regrets in his heart. It is not good for the old man to eat too much sweets.

But old Deng...

After suffering for most of my life, it seems that there is nothing wrong with eating some desserts.

Moriarty took out a piece of white paper from his robe, on which a pattern was drawn, and he slowly put it on the table, before Dumbledore pushed it over.

"What's this?" Dumbledore glanced at the pattern on the paper, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, "Where did you get it!"

"From the autographed photo of a Polish player," Moriarty said casually, "the logo of the Deathly Hallows, you know who is standing behind this logo."

"impossible."

Dumbledore was firmer than ever, "I said it's impossible!"

He slapped the white paper on the table, "There must be something wrong with it, he disbanded the saints 45 years ago!"

"I didn't say he would harm me." Moriarty smiled slightly: "It's just that the Saints got mixed into the Polish team. It's very strange. I personally feel that it's unusual."

Dumbledore's complexion improved, and he murmured, "It's unusual."

"It's good to know." Moriarty was noncommittal, he got up and disappeared the chair, and said, "I should go to Professor McGonagall to complete the make-up exam, goodbye."

"Ah~ It's too early to say goodbye now."

Dumbledore smiled suddenly, a narrow smile flickered in the blue eyes under the glasses.

"Mrs. Malfoy generously invited all the professors of Hogwarts to watch the final at Hyprose. I think we will see each other soon."