The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Fu Rong walked briskly towards the crowd of people at the door.

"Last September, I visited Hogwarts on behalf of Beauxbatons, but thanks to the care of my classmates."

Fu Rong walked to the door of the hotel, brushed her hair, showing a luxurious temperament.

The bright smile, fluttering white hair, irresistible charm, accompanied by the morning light, constitute a beautiful scenery.

The girls at Hogwarts were alarmed.

From the moment Fleur stepped into Hogwarts in September 1989, the girls were on the verge of a formidable enemy.

Among the girls of her age, there is no one more beautiful, more delicate, and more charming than Furong.

Hibiscus can satisfy almost every male fantasy about love and sex.

Even the most picky Miss Lilith admits that Furong is almost an invincible opponent, and this is especially obvious as Furong grows older.

But there is one point, Lilith thinks that she always has an absolute advantage.

Furong has a quarter of Meiwa's blood, and the Slytherin family with the purest blood will not marry a Meiwa.

Thinking of this, Lilith smiled slightly at Fu Rong: "The three powerful magic schools in Europe have always watched each other. You don't have to be polite when you get to Hogwarts. If I go to Beauxbatons, I won't be polite either."

"Then it's a deal," Fleur blinked, "come and find me in France, and I'll show you around Beauxbatons."

Lilith nodded her chin reservedly, and there was a playfulness in her eyes.

Show me around Beauxbatons?

It should have been "Take us around Beauxbatons"!

Me, and Moriarty—us.

Lilith realized last summer vacation that Moriarty is a restless wizard. During the winter and summer vacations, he would go around the world and have a look.

And Lilith...

Pretending to have a chance encounter with Moriarty seemed like a good choice.

It is also a wonderful fate to meet inadvertently.

In short, it was by Moriarty's side.

Lilith was looking forward to Fleur's expression after she and Moriarty went to Beauxbatons for a visit.

With such thoughts in mind, Lilith smiled and watched Furong enter the hotel gate.

It wasn't until Fleur's back disappeared that Gemma complained to Lilith: "Why did you let her in? She must be looking for Moriarty."

Lilith shrugged: "No matter who Furong looks for, it's her freedom."

"Please, I've asked, Moriarty lives alone in the luxury suite—are you not afraid of what will happen to Fleur after she enters?"

Gemma found that Lilith seemed to be a different person, and she paid less attention to Moriarty.

Did she give up? Still confident.

"What happened..."

Lilith smiled contemptuously, you still don't know Moriarty enough, Gemma.

When they were in Greece, Lilith and Moriarty lived in the same room, and Moriarty was unmoved by Lilith who was almost delivered to his lips.

From that moment on, Lilith knew clearly that Moriarty was not attracted by beauty.

Therefore, the only thing that can impress Moriarty is magic!

Lilith glanced over Gemma and a group of female fans. When these people were still obsessed with attracting Moriarty with beauty, she had already vowed to become stronger.

"Go up first, I'll go to the runway to blow the sea breeze."

Lilith spoke lightly, asked her classmates to help her bring her luggage to the room, then turned and left.

Mrs. Malfoy glanced at Lilith out of the corner of her eye as she passed by.

She was sure she read it right, Lilith had a hint of a mature woman in her body.

Lilith, who was arguing with foreign wizards in Malfoy Manor, was sharp-edged, arrogant and arrogant, and she wished everyone would focus on her.

Now Lilith is quiet, peaceful, and most importantly, very sober.

——Even if Fleur did enter Moriarty's room, what could happen to them?

Mrs. Malfoy sneered, thinking that she was lying unconscious on the bed, and Moriarty didn't even touch her, so could he attack Fleur?

Merlin's beard.

Furong's beauty is unparalleled, but her body has just developed.

Whether it is the front or the back, it can only be regarded as taking shape.

Compared with Mrs. Malfoy, it is like a small hill and Mount Everest.

That's why Mrs. Malfoy wouldn't believe what happened to Fleur and Moriarty.

But... there are exceptions to everything.

Moriarty's taste may be that he likes tender ones rather than cooked ones?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Malfoy felt inferior for a moment.

The age gap is always a pain.

Immediately she laughed, how old is she, she has already passed the age of throbbing, why is she still worrying about gain and loss like a little girl?

Narcissa Malfoy, you are ridiculous.

You have a son, and although Lucius is dead, you still have a family.

Mrs. Malfoy told herself so.

She smiled, put her hands in her pockets, and turned away quietly.

The girls didn't notice that Mrs. Malfoy had left, they chattered about the room, and everyone wanted to live in the room closest to Moriarty.

Only Diana noticed that Mrs. Malfoy had left, and she even noticed the change in Mrs. Malfoy's mentality.

"Interesting." A gleam flashed in Diana's eyes, "Lucius Malfoy's widow would actually cause huge emotional fluctuations for Moriarty."

"Bad students will bully the teacher..."

Diana pouted resentfully. She knew she couldn't monopolize Moriarty, but she didn't expect this day to come so soon.

As Moriarty's first woman, Diana still has a certain understanding of Moriarty's sexual interests.

At the same time, she is also the high priest and queen of the elves, and she is more sensitive to mood swings and psychological changes.

She thinks Moriarty likes mature big sisters.

Like a royal sister, a queen, a female professor, a young woman...

Everything is Moriarty's favorite!

Maybe now we have to add a wife?

That Mrs. Malfoy probably won't be able to escape...

Diana was on the verge of a formidable enemy.

To be honest, she is not worried about girls like Lilith and Furong.

Moriarty's psychological age is too mature, and it is difficult for a girl's heart to touch Moriarty.

Even if Blanche and Flint said that Tonks was the first to live in Slytherin Castle, Diana didn't pay attention.

For example, if Fleur goes to find Moriarty, the result will probably not be happy.

Because last night Diana came from Avalon to Hyprothea to send blessings to Moriarty.

The two then clapped for love all night long.

Traces of the battle between the two were left everywhere in the luxurious suite.

Fleur could not give Moriarty the enjoyment and happiness that Diana could.

But Mrs. Malfoy seemed to be able to give Moriarty a different kind of thrill.

O man!

Don't men like that tone?

Diana narrowed her beautiful blue eyes, and decided to fill her stomach before talking—this was her original purpose.

On the other side, Fleur knocked on the door of Moriarty's room.

Seeing Moriarty, Furong stretched out her tender right hand: "Give me back my notebook."

Her tone was flat, her delicate face was as calm as water, and there was no fluctuation in her eyes.

Moriarty was wearing pajamas, with sleepy eyes on his face. He had a crazy time with Diana last night. He was going to catch up on sleep this morning, so he was naturally a little upset when he was woken up by Fleur.

"You gave me the notebook." Moriarty's voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes narrowed.

"But you don't know how to cherish."

Fleur was confident, "And you don't need to - you are the youngest and most talented Chaser ever, and a top Seeker!

There's only so much a notebook can do for you.

Now, please give it back to me. "

Moriarty's eyes opened completely, looking at Fleur seriously.

In his memory, Furong never expressed dissatisfaction with him.

In the eyes of others, especially Beauxbaton's students, Fleur is a holy goddess.

But in front of Moriarty, Fleur always showed a look of admiration and admiration, and seemed to be obedient to Moriarty.

In particular, Furong did not hesitate to get close to players from various countries in order to collect information on major teams.

It almost made Moriarty not want to see her.

But now, Furong's attitude has taken a 180-degree turn.

"Before, I put myself in the dust.

Fu Rong put her hands behind her back and raised her chin.

"Now, do you think I'll do that again?

The notebook is the answer, think clearly before answering. "

Moriarty had an intriguing look on his face.

"I can understand it as—are you testing me?"

"Understand it how you want.

Anyway, no matter how you answer, you have to return the notebook to me. "

Fleur didn't seem to want to say a word to Moriarty, her tone was full of coping.

Moriarty glanced at her, turned and left, giving way into the room.

"Come in!" he cried, his tone unmistakable.

Fu Rong was stunned: "Huh?"