The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Moriarty patted the water polo skillfully, making a series of moves that only basketball players can make.

Tom's screams sounded in the water polo.

"No!"

"I was knocked out, do you want to kill me!"

"Souls will not dissipate due to collisions, and you know this better than me."

Moriarty twirled the water polo with one index finger.

"Actually I'm helping you, Tom. Can you feel it? Water shakes. It's very malleable. So does the soul. Why can't you change shape like water?"

"Shaping...?"

Tom was wise, he thought at once.

"I see, I know what to do."

Tom controls the mental power and releases powerful magic power to cover the water.

"Oh? It's started."

Feeling the magic power, Moriarty stopped spinning and let the water polo slowly rise into the air.

Gradually, the water polo rotated, and a human face appeared on the surface of the water.

A sharp face, a pair of closed eyes, beautiful lips, and a straight nose.

Um, nose.

He also has half-length black hair that is naturally curly.

Moriarty smiled. In all fairness, Tom was handsome.

"Well…"

The mouth parted and spit out a syllable.

"I...is this a resurrection?"

Tom uttered a sentence intermittently, and was still a little unaccustomed to possessing the water polo.

"With your advice, I can finally speak."

Tom's eyes lit up, too, and turned to Moriarty.

"I thought, I can do better?" Tom mused, "Maybe you can give me a little more time? Fifty years from now I'm not so quick to act, believe me, he has become a fool .”

"I can give you a period of time if you can promise to shape the limbs."

Moriarty saw through Tom's thoughts at a glance.

Tom's heart trembled, Moriarty gave him a feeling of omniscience, and he smiled wryly: "Okay, okay, you won again, you're right, I want to shape limbs, I want to cast spells... "

Moriarty interrupted him, "You even want a wand, and a body, and look, what a wish—make a wish to Santa, and he'll give you Christmas presents."

"I hate Santa Claus!" Tom shook his head coldly, "What I want, I'll get it myself."

Maybe it was because he was too suffocated in the notebook, and Tom and Moriarty talked about many topics.

Tom deserves to be the little wizard who has been appreciated by all the professors and students of Hogwarts except Dumbledore.

Even though Moriarty was aware of his ambition and darkness, there was a blissful comfort in chatting with him.

Tom was not idle either. During the chat, he was able to conjure up a shoulder.

"Can I see a water man tomorrow morning, Tom."

Before going to bed, Moriarty asked with a smile.

Tonight there is no Violet's soft and tender feet, nor Tonks's fragrant embrace and Penello's obedience.

Sleeping alone is really not used to it.

Moriarty fell asleep, leaving Tom alone to wrestle with the water polo.

In order to create a human form for himself, Tom tried his best to mobilize a little magic power every day to change the shape of water.

After a week, Tom finally turned his water polo into a water man.

The height and body shape were completely shaped according to Tom himself. Seeing Tom bouncing around on the floor of his dormitory, Moriarty nodded in satisfaction.

"Papa papa."

Moriarty clapped his hands, "Okay, little Tom, my cousin understands your excitement—you've been locked in the notebook for too long, but you don't have to be like an orangutan, performing the orangutan dance for me? You don't have to."

Tom's eyes flashed, "You..."

Moriarty sealed his mouth with a wave of his hand, "Could it be that you are sending out a courtship signal? Alright, my cousin will remember, I will find you a partner later, and we must properly reproduce for the Slytherin family. .”

Satisfied to see Tom shrink into a water polo and roll under the table, Moriarty laughed, and his tone became serious.

"Listen, Tom, here's your chance."

"During this week, Voldemort found out the situation in the castle, and traveled at night for three consecutive days, and there is a high probability that he will travel at night tonight."

"You can go to him, but I don't allow you to kill the wizard he possesses, and if you see Harry Potter, you can't devour the No. 7 soul fragment on him."

"Gululu~"

The water polo rolled out.

"Snap" into a water man.

Tom said pleasantly: "Harry Potter also has a remnant soul?!"

"Don't try to get him in your way," Moriarty warned.

Harry's Night Tour begins with Harry's successful selection into the Slytherin team.

That night, Harry was so excited that he couldn't sleep. Stay in the common room until late at night.

He found Pansy sneaking out, so he followed.

All the way to the library, only to find that Pansy came to find Draco.

Harry felt that he and Draco were friends, and he asked Draco to go on a night tour the next day.

In this way, they inevitably ran into William who also came out for a night tour.

Voldemort had noticed Harry, and after a week of caring, Ron had been brainwashed by Voldemort.

Maybe Voldemort told Ron to kill his parents Ron wouldn't, but told Ron to go to the alchemy classroom and steal a stone, and Ron didn't bat an eye.

Moriarty's judgment was not wrong. Tonight, Voldemort went on a night trip again. This time, Voldemort tried to steal the Philosopher's Stone.

"If you ask who is Voldemort's nemesis? People say Harry Potter is. Only I know that you are Voldemort's nemesis."

Moriarty patted Tom on the shoulder.

"Go, Scion of Slytherin. Live up to the name of Slytherin."

Tom walked out with his head held high.

Moriarty wasn't at all worried about Tom betraying him.

Tom is possessed by the water man, as long as it is water, he can never escape Moriarty's control.

One o'clock at night, the library.

Harry and Draco kept copying the spells from the spellbook onto the parchment.

"We're not going to be fired, are we?" Harry's trembling voice betrayed the nervousness inside.

"You've asked me a hundred times since last night," Draco rolled his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I promise I won't be fired, hurry up and copy a few more."

"Oh, okay," Harry still hesitated, "I just don't want to be fired, I have no home except here."

"Idiot, you are the savior, the Ministry of Magic will not see you homeless." Draco thought of another trick to motivate Harry, "You don't want to be compared to Longbottom, do you?"

"That boy Longbottom, he did mediocre in Potions class, but! He performed amazingly in Charms, Herbal Medicine, and Transfiguration. Are you willing to be compared to him?"

"Well... not reconciled." Harry said firmly: "Okay, let's continue."

"That's right." Draco smiled.

The two copied a few more and slipped away.

On the way back, as they passed the basement, Harry didn't move.

"What's wrong?"

"Didn't you hear?"

"Hear what?"

Draco thought Harry was weird.

"Oh Merlin!" Harry said incredulously, "There is clearly a hissing sound, you didn't hear it!"

"Hissing sound?" Draco remembered something, and suddenly widened his eyes, "Snake, snake language."

"Could it be that Mr. Moriarty is here? It shouldn't be... Let's go, let's go and see." Draco scratched his head, "Slow down, walk slowly."

Harry followed him into the basement.

Later, Draco followed Harry, because Harry could hear Parseltongue.

After walking for a while, Draco's eyes lit up, "Isn't this the way to the alchemy classroom? But Professor Nicolas can't speak snake language, and he doesn't raise snakes."

Draco didn't bother to explain to Harry, and ran underground.

Then they saw that the door to alchemy was open!

"Strange, I heard from Saldaya that this door is never opened at night, because Professor Nicolas lives inside."

Draco rubbed his chin, but Harry frowned, held his head in pain and said, "Hissing, louder... I seem to hear—where? Where? No!"

"You, you're a Parseltongue!" Draco was shocked, "What happened inside?"

Draco and Harry were at a loss.

They also encountered this situation for the first time.

Harry squatted on the ground with a headache, Draco looked at the open door, there was a black hole inside, like the mouth of a giant beast.

Draco shivered.

what to do?

Suddenly Draco felt a gust of wind passing by, bringing a slight chill.

A small drop of water splashed on Draco's hair.

It's Tom.

After he came out, he found Voldemort easily, and followed far behind.

Tracking along the way, Tom discovered that Voldemort's goal was the alchemy classroom.

"Ha, he must have gone to steal Nicolas May's Philosopher's Stone, he's not that stupid."

After judging it, Tom was very relaxed.

He is too familiar with the address of the alchemy classroom. He has visited the secret room more than a hundred times.

You can find it with your eyes closed.

Until Draco and Harry accidentally went underground, Tom cloaked himself and followed them.

He also has his own little thoughts.

If Harry was discovered by Voldemort and persecuted, Tom came out to beat Voldemort at this time, and then devoured the No. 7 soul fragment on Harry.

Doesn't that count as violating Moriarty's orders?

But Tom didn't expect it.

Harry couldn't walk because of a headache, and there seemed to be a battle in the alchemy classroom?

Tom is also a Parseltongue, Harry can't understand it, he can understand it, he can tell from Voldemort's hiss that Voldemort is injured

Still serious.

Tom couldn't bear it anymore and rushed towards the alchemy classroom.

Later, Voldemort wouldn't be killed by Nicolas May, right?

Who knows if that 700-year-old monster can still hold a wand!

(Chapter 2 is added! Before starting to write, I remembered that today is the beginning of school for many students, and then I recalled that I also did not write homework during the holidays, and finished it the night before school started. According to the current words, it is a pen, a lamp, and a night. Miracle. Haha, when I was coding, I felt like I was back in the past. There must be a student party like me. I am not fighting alone! I also want to use a pen to create a miracle!)