The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Narcissa looked at Moriarty as if she wanted to swallow him up.

Tonks was hanging on Moriarty, his arms wrapped tightly around Moriarty's neck.

Not to be outdone, Fleur sat in Moriarty's arms.

Violet and Victoria seem to have negotiated, one on each side, sticking to Moriarty.

Penello fed Moriarty obediently and obediently, and Moriarty didn't have to do anything.

Queen Fan Zhuo, who was sitting opposite him, looked at him with a half-smile.

Professor Polly enjoyed dinner in a leisurely manner, feeling calm.

But little sister Gabriel blinked her big eyes.

Moriarty remembered that he had asked Queen Vatican, and after eating, he walked into Queen Vatican's room first.

"You're going to make the girls out there sad."

King Fanzhuo sat upright on top of her coffin, raised his legs and spoke slowly.

"Um, ma'am, did you forget something?" Moriarty thought she might have misunderstood.

"Forgot?" Queen Vanjoy's red lips parted slightly, and she realized after a while, "Ah~ Gaunt's old house?"

"I finally remembered."

"That's it."

The queen stretched out her beautiful right hand and snapped her fingers crisply.

A cloud of blood wrapped a ring and flew in front of Moriarty.

"Marvolo Gaunt's ring."

Moriarty stretched out his hand, and the ring slowly fell into his palm.

"Be careful, there is a curse on it." The queen reminded: "Although the blood race is not afraid of the curse of darkness, I don't know what will happen to the wizard if he falls under that curse."

"It's okay, don't forget I told you that there is a curse on it."

Moriarty's hand was covered in frost, making his entire right hand look like an ice hand.

He twisted the ring slowly in his hand.

Turn to the front to reveal a black gemstone.

"A black gem engraved with Peverell's crest."

Moriarty stared at the crest on it.

There are several thousand-year-old families in the wizarding world.

The Slytherins were one, and so were the Peverells.

The Deathly Hallows trio is directly linked to the Peverell brothers.

Some even say that there is no Grim Reaper at all.

The Deathly Hallows is nothing more than a magic weapon made by the Peverell brothers.

This family is different from the single line of the Slytherin family in the way of inheritance.

Peverell does not value blood, and it is extremely easy to intermarry with other families.

Like the Gunter family and the Potter family, they all had marriages with the Peverell family.

Rumor has it that Dumbledore's family is also related to the Peverells.

Chatting with Lilith once, she said that the Crouch family also claimed to be descendants of Peverell, but this was not proved.

Moriarty looked at the ring and thought a lot.

And Voldemort's remnant soul in the ring, sensing the icy chill, started self-defense.

Clouds of black smoke burst out from the top of the black gemstone, covering Moriarty and Queen Ventrue next to her.

"I want to see how you break the curse."

The queen's expression remained unchanged, unaffected in the slightest.

She stared at Moriarty with interest.

But a picture appeared in his eyes.

It's unsightly, it makes people blush, and their imaginations run wild...

Moriarty walked out of the black smoke calmly, tapped the ring lightly, and the remnant soul inside shrank back like a snail returning to its shell.

Even if Voldemort himself came, it would not affect the Occlumency master Moriarty.

Instead, it was Queen Fanzhuo.

His mature and delicate face was flushed red, his mature body was writhing uneasily, his eyes were blurred.

Moriarty touched his chin, was she affected?

Obviously the blood race is not afraid of the curse of darkness.

really weird.

Moriarty put the queen in the coffin, opened the door and went out.

The door was not closed, and Queen Fanzhuo suddenly called out: "You did those things to my daughter, do it to me one by one, hurry~ Moriarty~"

What?

Moriarty said he had never heard such a request.

Thinking of Violet's special attributes, she immediately felt relieved.

Like a mother, like a daughter.

But there are more important things tonight!

Moriarty left indifferently, and he put the ring in his study.

Tom has been waiting there for a long time, and he can devour another soul tonight.

After finishing all this, Moriarty pushed open the door of Narcissa's bedroom.

"Bad dad~"

"Bad schoolmate~"

Narcissa and Tonks entangled frantically.

Moriarty also saw a shy Penello.

That's great, I thought the little girl would be too shy to join in.

Moriarty soon enjoyed it.

At the same time, Ron, who smuggled into Marseille, France, covered his head and howled in pain.

"Horcrux! My Horcrux!"

"Who moved my soul?"

"Damn Moriarty! It must be you!!!"

Voldemort couldn't sense the remnant soul in the ring, and roared angrily.

"Moriarty!!!"

"You will pay the price!"

Voldemort was determined to take everything Moriarty had.

Start by resurrecting Lucius!

Ron's eyes lit up with violent killing intent.

He knows a resurrection magic.

"The blood of your enemies, compelled to donate, may resurrect your enemies."

Ron read out part of the spell.

Find a direction, Château d'If!

Apparate!

A moment later, Ron pointed his wand at the top of the Jew Marquis's head.

"Tell me where is Duke Quinlan?"

"If you don't want to die!"

The beard of the Jewish Marquis was stained with blood, and he took another sad look at the Château d'If.

From now on, the Jewish vampires in France exist in name only!

It's all about this masked boy!

The Jewish Marquis stared at Ron with only hatred in his eyes.

Ron wasn't stupid enough to kill people in his original form, he wore a Death Eater mask.

"Don't say yes, old guy. It's okay, I've got what I want."

Ron shook his wrist, "Avada Kedavra!"

A green light hit the Marquis Judah like lightning, and the old vampire died straight.

"I'm glad you left the Château d'If for that woman, Isaac. Never come back."

The Jewish marquis died in peace.

"Crack!"

Ron stepped on the head of the Marquis of Judea, and apparated towards the Duke of Quinlan's territory without looking back.

Using Legilimency to read, I learned that the Kunlan vampire is in the south, and the weather here is not very good.

"boom!"

A bolt of lightning descended, illuminating the lonely Quinlan Castle.

Ever since the Hogwarts pureblood army led by Moriarty killed the Duke of Quinlan and most of the main force, the Quinlan vampires are no longer as powerful as they used to be.

Killing all the Quinlan vampires is in line with Voldemort's style.

But Voldemort found that Ron's body really couldn't release the Killing Curse twice within two hours.

Had to secretly catch a vampire, and after taking its blood, Ron slipped away.

"This is a strategic transfer! I have to go to the cemetery of the Malfoy family to get the bones of Abraxas!"

Voldemort beat him to death and refused to admit that he was counseled.

The three conditions of the resurrection magic, he got the blood of the enemy.

That's right, Lucius' enemy is the Quinlan vampire.

Because he died at the hands of the Quinlan vampire.

The corpses are separated!

Whether intentionally or not, a green leaf fell on Lucius' head.

Ron remembered this very clearly, and he laughed for a long time.

Immediately afterwards, news spread that Moriarty frequently visited Malfoy's villa...

So Ron feels that sometimes many things are symptomatic.

"Abraxas Malfoy..."

Ron murmured the name.

He is Lucius' father, who was good friends with Voldemort back then.

Thinking of digging up the grave of an old friend later, even Voldemort said sorry.

"Old friend, offended."

"Father's bones, donated unintentionally, can make your son regenerate."

"For your son, you sacrifice again."

Ron rushed back to the Old Port of Marseille without stopping, and boarded the boat that was smuggled back to England again.

Voldemort cursed: "Such a trivial matter bothers me to run back and forth!"

He suddenly thought of Peter Pettigrew.

People are shivering a little, at least there is a free labor force.

It's okay, after resurrecting Lucius, there will be free labor.

Voldemort comforted himself like this.

At the same time, in Slytherin Castle, Moriarty and Narcissa were lingering.

Destined to be an extraordinary night.