The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Mrs. Malfoy quickly looked away, and stopped the foreign wizard who had paid the Sickles and left, "Sir, I present you with a set of cleaning tools for wands."

She reached out her white-gloved hands, picked up a small case from the shelf on the left, and placed it on the counter. It contained the wand cleaning kit.

After Lucius was buried, Mrs. Malfoy put on white gloves. She always crossed her hands and put them on her lower abdomen on weekdays. Her elegance is timeless.

The foreign wizard looked at Mrs. Malfoy hesitantly, then at the wand cleaning tool, and waved his hands again and again.

"Ma'am? Why, give it to me?"

Hearing the foreign wizard speaking half-baked English, Mrs. Malfoy also slowed down and said slowly, "Because the Malfoy family is a trustworthy partner."

Moriarty, who walked into the shop, heard the meaning in the words. He folded his arms and leaned against the door frame, taking time to enjoy Mrs. Malfoy's performance.

On the surface, it seems that Mrs. Malfoy is talking to a foreign wizard, but she is actually insinuating that Moriarty did not give the sales right of the light wheel 1990S to the Malfoy family.

The Malfoys are trustworthy companions, why don't you trust me?

Mrs. Malfoy glanced at Moriarty quickly, and found that Moriarty was looking at her with a half-smile, and immediately looked away.

Facing the foreign wizard, she became that noble and dignified noble lady and the shrewd and capable female shopkeeper again.

"The Malfoy family, yes, trustworthy friends, partners!"

The foreign wizard nodded seriously, picked up the box and wand set, and walked out of the shop.

Mrs. Malfoy watched the foreign wizard leave, and now she and Moriarty were the only ones left in the shop.

She turned and walked towards the shelf, leaving Moriarty with a delicate profile, and said casually, "Sir, what do you need?"

Pretending not to know?

Moriarty raised his eyebrows, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, "Attracting the opposite sex by pretending to be cold and turning a blind eye is the way to attract the attention of the opposite sex in the last century."

Mrs. Malfoy's shoulders trembled, and she suppressed a smile. She shrugged her shoulders. She must have endured it very hard. She moved slowly and let the shelves cover her blushing face.

Moriarty walked over, and the sound of footsteps alarmed Mrs. Malfoy. She walked around the shelves and went behind the counter, sat down on a stool, and opened the Daily Prophet with her head down, pretending to read it.

Mrs. Malfoy still avoided Moriarty, but she was willing to speak well, "Mr. Moriarty, welcome to the magic revival prop shop."

Moriarty went behind the counter again, it was very narrow and he was very close to Mrs Malfoy.

Moriarty could smell the aroma of Mrs. Malfoy, and Mrs. Malfoy flinched, but reached out with a hand and closed the newspaper.

Mrs. Malfoy had to raise her head to meet Moriarty's gaze. Her blue eyes met Moriarty's gaze, and she hurriedly looked away.

Those gray eyes are like two vortexes unfathomable, and like black holes in the universe, mysterious and deep.

Mrs. Malfoy, who has experienced girlhood, is too aware of her weaknesses, and she is afraid of falling into them.

Moriarty followed Mrs. Malfoy's line of sight, and there was a row of broom signs hanging on the window, with comets and silver arrows, but no halos.

"Mrs. Malfoy, I can take your series of odd behaviors to mean that you are trying to attract me, right?

Including inviting Hogwarts teachers and students to watch the finals, refusing to post Nimbus hangings, pretending not to know me..."

Every time Moriarty said something, Mrs. Malfoy moved her eyes in a panic, and in the end she didn't know where to put her eyes.

Seeing her evasive look, Moriarty raised the corners of his mouth jokingly, and concluded, "That means you're jealous of Nimbus."

Mrs. Malfoy blushed up to her neck, but it was only for a moment before she returned to normal.

"Who would be jealous of a broken company!

Mr. Moriarty, we are not children anymore. "

Mrs. Malfoy sorted out her emotions, and said calmly: "Your behavior prevents me from treating you like a child, doesn't it?"

She took a breath, "So? We should talk about the topic between adults."

"Oh? You mean—you want to talk to me about adult topics." Moriarty tilted his head and looked at Mrs. Malfoy meaningfully.

Today's Mrs. Malfoy wears a dark purple wizard's robe, a black tulle skirt, well-dressed jewelry, and pony boots.

Sure enough, it is enough for adults.

Showing the charm that an adult witch should have.

Mrs. Malfoy saw the unscrupulous look in Moriarty's eyes, and said amusedly, "Stop thinking about it, really~"

The final ending sounded mellow, causing Moriarty to raise his eyebrows, as if to say, isn't this an adult topic?

Mrs. Malfoy realized that she had said the wrong thing, and she didn't want to face Moriarty again. She pushed Moriarty away and walked to the store door, closed the store door, and put up the "Closed Today" sign.

"Close the doors and windows—are you going to be honest with me in a closed space?"

Moriarty sat down generously on the stool behind the counter, teasing Mrs. Malfoy.

Mrs. Malfoy covered her face, her legs closed in a smile... her mouth.

Fortunately, she is a mature woman, and it didn't take long for her to calm down.

"Then I'll be straight, Mr. Moriarty."

Mrs. Malfoy stood dignifiedly in front of Moriarty, with a serious expression on her face. If one ignored the blush on her face, it must be a serious expression.

Thinking of this, Moriarty raised his lips again.

All British purebloods knew that Mrs. Malfoy had fair skin, which Lucius was most proud of.

Now there are two blushes on the white and tender face, coupled with the adult topic before, it is hard not to make the wizard think wrong.

But there were only Moriarty and Mrs. Malfoy in the shop, and they just couldn't tell.

It's just that Moriarty's narrow smile made Mrs. Malfoy glared at Moriarty angrily, as if to say: It's all your fault.

Moriarty shrugged, "Dear Mrs. Malfoy, please tell me."

"I hope to get the distribution rights of the alchemy props that you and Nicole Flamel jointly developed.

I have been hinting at you all the time, but you always avoid me, and this time you even handed over Nimbus 1990S to Nimbus Company! "

Mrs. Malfoy was angry and aggrieved.

"Oh? You mean—you've been hinting at me?"

Moriarty tilted his head again and stared at Mrs. Malfoy with meaningful eyes.

"I'm not very clear about this.

Can I ask, what are you hinting at me? "

"Pfft," Mrs. Malfoy laughed tremblingly, and then stomped her feet resolutely: "Ah~ stop teasing me! Can't we have a good chat?"

Moriarty smiled and said nothing.

Playing with Mrs. Malfoy is not the same as teasing Tonks or Lilith.

Between shyness and rationality, the mature Mrs. Malfoy can always switch freely.

"Yes, of course. Regarding Nimbus 1990S, I don't think I owe you or the Malfoy family an apology."

Moriarty became serious. He knew that if the trouble continued, he might not be able to return to High Prossay today.

Mrs. Malfoy frowned slightly, and sighed: "Oh~ well, let's not talk about the Nimbus 1990S.

What about my previous request? Do you agree? "

"Discuss according to the situation." Moriarty said lightly.

As he becomes stronger and time goes by, the alchemy props he develops and manufactures will definitely become stronger and stronger.

Part of it was sold to Mrs. Malfoy, which was fine. He allowed Mrs. Malfoy to make a small profit while he made a lot of money.

But the other part—which, in Moriarty's vision, would not come into circulation, was his secret weapon.

Naturally, Mrs. Malfoy couldn't let Mrs. Malfoy know about these words, and Mrs. Malfoy's request was naturally in vain.

But Mrs. Malfoy didn't know the inside story, she lowered her head in frustration, and within three seconds, she suddenly raised her head.

Her eyes were wide open, dancing with a mysterious light, "Moriarty, there is something I want you to know - I found a diary when I was sorting out the family's black magic props, do you want it? "

"Journal?"

Moriarty repeated, it is both the diary of the Malfoy family and a dark magic prop...

Voldemort's Horcruxes!

How did Narcissa discover it?

This careless woman!

Moriarty frowned, and stood up solemnly.