The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

"Yes, indeed. So, how do you know? As far as I know, you don't have any channels from the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore crossed his hands and looked at Moriarty with his chin resting on his hands.

"Is an award from an academic journal worthy of being awarded by the Minister of Magic?" Moriarty asked rhetorically. He walked up to the Sorting Hat, touched the tip of the hat, and said casually, "It couldn't be more obvious. She's taken a fancy to it." My fame, I hope to increase some support through the celebrity effect."

Moriarty added: "It's just an old politician's game, I don't like it."

Dumbledore smiled kindly: "I'm so glad you can see through the hypocrisy on the faces of politicians. Although there are graduates entering the Ministry of Magic every year, I have always opposed ungraduated students who have too much involvement with the Ministry of Magic. .”

Moriarty nodded noncommittally, glanced at the professors in the room, and said, "If there is nothing else, I think it's time for me to go to class. Professor Flitwick will teach the softening spell today."

"Wait a minute," Dumbledore said suddenly, and then he winked at Moriarty: "Prepare for the Quidditch match, I dare say that the match between Slytherin and Gryffindor is definitely the most important thing in the past ten years." Best game ever."

Moriarty agreed and left.

Watching him walk out of the office, Dumbledore looked at Professor McGonagall: "Minerva, Mr. Moriarty doesn't seem interested in your Transfiguration Club?"

"Yes, Albus." Professor McGonagall replied truthfully: "Miss Gemma Farley mentioned it to Mr. Moriarty, but he didn't say anything about it."

Dumbledore frowned: "Sev, what do you think?"

"Who? Slytherin?" Professor Snape sneered: "The stupid Blanche once said: If you show Moriarty the formula and steps of the potion, he will be able to make a perfect potion." The corresponding potion!

In terms of potions alone, Slytherin has shown traits that give us no reason to doubt him. He is smart, powerful, calm, and... I can feel love from his potions. "

"Love?" Dumbledore stood up and approached Snape: "I can't believe that word came out of your mouth!"

Professor Snape's eyes dodged for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal: "Believe it or not, instead of guessing here, why don't you ask Gilderoy Lockhart, I feel it from that guy's shampoo Got the same familiar feeling."

"Gilderoy Lockhart..." Dumbledore walked to a bookshelf and took out "In Tibet with Slytherin" from it. He flipped the pages of the book and said softly: "Perhaps, some things have been forgotten by us." It's..."

On the other side, the Charms classroom.

The news that Moriarty won the "Transfiguration Today" Most Promising Newcomer award has been widely known.

Seeing Moriarty walk into the classroom, the little snakes and little eagles applauded one after another.

Professor Flitwick on the podium had to conjure up a large bunch of ribbons with his magic wand, which not only completed the celebration, but also silenced the classroom.

"I'm really sorry that there are no academic journals on Charms in the magic world, otherwise, you will definitely win the award." Professor Flitwick shook his head, very regretful, but soon became happy: "But I think Moriarty Sir, you will show your skills soon!

Because Professor Dumbledore allowed me to start a dueling club! Teach the little wizards in the first to fourth grades the skills of dueling, well, you can also learn some advanced spells in advance. "

The young wizards around were discussing enthusiastically, but Moriarty was extremely vigilant. The establishment of the Dueling Club was by no means accidental.

It's Dumbledore, trying to test me? Test my strength!

After Moriarty made a judgment, he quickly made countermeasures. He stood up and said to Professor Flitwick, "Professor, I want to sign up."

The little wizards were stunned for a moment, and then they took it for granted. After Moriarty sat down, Jericho hurriedly stood up: "I want to sign up too! Professor!"

The enthusiasm of the little wizards seemed to be ignited, and the entire class of students signed up with Professor Flitwick. Penelope and Lilith seemed to be the last two to sign up, as if they had agreed.

Moriarty saw the two of them look at each other, and a fighting spirit flashed in their eyes at the same time.

After Lilith sat down, Moriarty asked with a smile, "When did you have a tacit understanding with Clearwater?"

Lilith rolled her eyes, "You obviously want to ask me why I confronted Clearwater."

"Could it be the conversation on the train?" Moriarty speculated, "Isn't it? I don't think you two are so childish."

"Of course it wasn't because of that time, even though our opinions really couldn't be unified," Lilith glanced at Moriarty, "Okay, don't ask any more questions, as long as you know that I will defeat her in the dueling club is enough!"

"Hey, Mr. Moriarty, don't talk about girls all the time." Jericho just came back from Professor Flitwick, as if he was afraid that Moriarty would disappear, he sat next to Moriarty for a moment, he said : "We haven't sat and chatted together for almost two weeks! I don't even know what you are busy with every day!"

Faced with his urgency, Moriarty just shook his head lightly: "I'm sorry that I will be away for a while after class, but I will tell you what I am doing one day—if you want to know, if you are enough If you are qualified."

Jericho lowered his head, his expression was cloudy and uncertain, but Lilith seemed to know Moriarty again, with a gleam in her dark eyes.

The three of them didn't speak for the whole class. After class, Moriarty walked out of the castle and slowly came to a hill not far from Hagrid's hut.

Bloody Barrow was already waiting here.

"Slytherin!" He seemed to have a whistle in his mouth, and his voice was harsh and hoarse, "I thought you inherited the will of the Big Four and came back to protect the school!"

"Did I do something that endangered the school?" Moriarty blocked Barlow's mouth with a more forceful voice, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction: "Baro, I have been with Hogwarts for thousands of years because of you I respect you so much, but you doubt me just because I inquired about the secret room?"

Moriarty laughed mockingly: "Do you think I am the same as the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets for the first time? Stupid idea, the most stupid thing is that you actually tried to stop me! So you will never get the ancestor of Salazar. Forgive me! Because you don't understand him at all!"

Speaking of Salazar, Baro frowned in pain, his thin face twisted, his beard trembled, and his body fluttered back and forth.

"What exactly are you trying to do!" Baro growled repressedly.

Moriarty looked straight at him calmly: "This is exactly the question I want to ask you. What are you, you guys, going to do to me?"

There was a struggle on Barrow's face, and finally he sighed, "One day in December 1987, the pen of acceptance wrote your name on the book of admission, and then, a strange change took place in this castle .”

Barrow looked at Hogwarts, his eyes had never been so soft as they are now.

Moriarty raised his concentration and gripped the Slytherin staff tightly in his hand. He had a hunch that what Barlow said next had something to do with the Hogwarts riots and the moonless night.

Sure enough, Barrow went on to say: "I think you should have obtained some information through the newspapers. I heard from the students that the wizards called that change the 'Hogwarts Riot'. Misinformation, there will never be a riot at Hogwarts!"

"On this point, I agree with you."

Barrow hummed, and looked at Moriarty with a more relaxed look. He said, "Although it wasn't a riot, chaos did occur!"