The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

"Woo~" The snowman leader who can spray water raised his head and wailed, and the surviving snowmen limped closer to their leader.

The leader of the snowman led the snowmen to kneel down to Moriarty, his eyes were full of gratitude, and he made a "gurgling" sound, and gestured back and forth between Moriarty and the snowman baby with his hands.

Lockhart scratched his head. "Um, I think the Snowman is thanking you for saving their baby."

Moriarty stared coldly for a while and then looked away. If he hadn't taken the Ice Moon Necklace, he might have used these snowmen to practice the Kedavin Curse.

Of course, the fact that the black wizard killed a large number of snowmen is also crucial, and the snowman tribe has paid a heavy price.

Moriarty is just revenge, not a murderous maniac.

The Snowmen still wanted to ask about the Ice Moon Necklace, but they were scared away by Moriarty's snake language.

The terror brought by the twelve ice snakes is far more terrifying than death.

Lockhart pissed his pants at the hiss and fell to the ground, looking at Moriarty in disbelief.

"You, you never told me, you're a Parseltongue!

And you killed three people! Are you a dark wizard?

And, and those spells? Oh Merlin... who the hell are you! "

Lockhart let out a scream and lay straight on the ground. With his rich imagination, he thought that Moriarty would kill people to silence him.

Moriarty snorted and aimed his staff at Lockhart.

"Oh my God! Please don't kill me, I won't say a word about today!" Lockhart knelt at Moriarty's feet, crying bitterly: "Please, I will kill me!" I will tell you all my secrets, I just beg you not to kill me!"

"Your secret?" Moriarty laughed jokingly: "Does it mean that you are actually a liar, and all your books are plagiarized from other people's adventures? Or does it mean that you don't know any advanced magic at all, and the best thing you can do is A Forgetting Charm?"

"How do you know everything!"

Lockhart looked at Moriarty like he was looking at an alien, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"This is talent, Mr. Lockhart!" Moriarty put down his wand with a smile: "It's normal for you not to understand. But what I'm curious about is why you didn't use the Oblivion Curse on me while I was resting?"

"I was very weak at the time, and I might not be able to resist your powerful forgetting spell." Moriarty analyzed for Lockhart: "Think about it, Mr. Lockhart, as long as you wave your wand, you will get another bizarre s story!

Rescue the yeti baby from the evil dark wizard and reap the friendship of the yeti tribe! I'm sure this book will be a hit! "

Moriarty stared condescendingly into Lockhart's blank eyes. "Then why didn't you do that?"

"I dare not," Lockhart said with a miserable wry smile, "You are too powerful and mysterious, as I said before, I am afraid that you will kill me."

"That's right," Moriarty understood, and smiled at Lockhart: "After many years, you will be very grateful that you didn't cast a spell on me today."

Lockhart sensed a slight chance of survival, but was quickly taken aback as Moriarty raised his staff again!

Lockhart closed his eyes...

"Clean up."

"Huh?" Lockhart recovered and found that there were no traces of fighting on his body, and his pants were dry.

"Moriarty, why didn't you kill me?"

"What's the benefit of killing you! To me, you are more useful when you are alive than when you are dead."

Moriarty changed his tone to make him sound less scary.

Lockhart nodded slowly: "What do you want me to do?"

"What to do? It's not that simple!" Moriarty raised Lockhart's chin with his staff, "I want you to submit to me and be loyal to me!"

"You, you want to be the third Dark Lord?" Lockhart said timidly.

"Dark Lord?" Moriarty laughed disdainfully, "Don't be frightened by Grindelwald and Voldemort, they are unqualified wizards!"

Moriarty said seriously: "The sky of magic is vast and boundless, and a qualified wizard must be pursuing magic all his life.

There have been two generations of Dark Lords in the European magic world. They had a chance to aspire to the title of God of Law due to their talents, but what about them?

One vainly wants to elevate the status of wizards, and the other vainly wants to rule the wizarding world.

When they are bound by the world, they are no longer pure wizards.

But I am different, I can clearly see the magic sky, and want to fly freely in the air.

Power, status, money, reputation...these are just platforms to help me take off smoothly. "

Moriarty mentioned Lockhart, looked into his eyes and said, "Think about Lockhart, what you are loyal to is the future God of Law."

"I admit that I was attracted by your words." There were tears in Lockhart's blue eyes. "Following you, maybe I can also see the magical sky! Just look."

Moriarty nodded understandingly, and Lockhart showed his envy for his terrifying talent more than once.

The liar longed to become stronger in his heart, and the appearance of Moriarty gave him hope.

"We can make an unbreakable oath," Lockhart knelt down, and he stretched out his right hand, looking earnestly at Moriarty, "I swear my allegiance to you!"

Thinking of the cumbersomeness of the Loyalty Curse, Moriarty shook his head lightly.

"I have a spell that is more secure than unbreakable. When the time comes, I will let you prove your loyalty. I hope you will not back down."

Lockhart stood up without complaint, and said as a matter of course: "My master, what do I need to do next?"

"Don't call me master, call me young master!"

Moriarty laughed suddenly: "I remember that I only told you your first name, but not my last name, did you?"

"Yes, master." Lockhart opened his eyes wide, extremely excited: "Your master can speak Parseltongue, so he must be a descendant of Slytherin."

Moriarty nodded slightly: "My surname is exactly Slytherin! The only direct blood relative of Salazar Slytherin, one of the great Hogwarts Four.

Next I need to go back to England and get back the castle that Don Salazar left behind. "

Lockhart knelt down for the third time and kowtowed Moriarty twelve times vigorously. He didn't know why he kowtowed twelve times, but he just thought that this number matched Moriarty well.

But all these actions displeased Moriarty.

He shook his head: "Oh, Lockhart, true loyalty never lies in the form, and I'm not a tyrant, you don't need to use gestures to prove your loyalty."

"You are so kind, master," Lockhart insisted on a rare occasion: "Since I have decided to serve my master, I should be a qualified servant. After returning to England, I will speed up my study of servants."

"No, no, no," Moriarty waved his hand, and said seriously, "After you return to the UK, you will continue to publish a book, and I've already thought up the title for you, and it's called "In Eastern Tibet with Slytherin". "

"You mean, you don't plan to expose me to the British wizarding world?" Lockhart was extremely happy, which meant that he could still enjoy the attention and cheers of wizards.

"Everything is up to me, Lockhart."

Moriarty left suspense. He chose Lockhart as the one to attract attention in front of the stage, and he had already prepared a series of plans for this.

"boom!"

There was a sudden shaking of the ground, and Lockhart's timid character could not be changed for a while. He was terrified: "Master, is this an earthquake? Or is it a landslide somewhere?"

"I think someone is fighting."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes, and he sensed waves of magic power in the air.

Following the magic power, Moriarty fixed his gaze on a snow-capped mountain not far away.

Moriarty realized something: "Come on, there's a yeti tribe on that mountain too!"

As if to confirm his words, clusters of flames ignited on the mountain, which was particularly conspicuous in the night.

A seven-meter-long fire crow hovered in the air screaming "quack", then two, three!

Now, no matter how stupid Lockhart is, he still knows: "It's an accomplice of those black wizards! Master, can your magic circle still work?"

"I'm more concerned about who is the other side of the battle than this?" A light flashed in Moriarty's eyes. An ice moon necklace actually triggered a three-party wizard to compete. He became more and more curious about the ice moon necklace.

The battle on the snow mountain broke out quickly. When the Undead Fire Crow tried to attack the enemy, a dragon roar hit it!

Moriarty heard it clearly, and now he somewhat understood who the third party was.

Chinese wizard.

"Lockhart, do you know about the Chinese wizarding world?"

Lockhart replied honestly: "I don't know much about it. Chinese wizards seldom have contact with foreign wizards, and wizards from Europe, America and Africa are not very willing to come to China. I heard that it is because the magic power will be weakened after coming to China. Another way of saying it is—”

Lockhart's narration came to an abrupt end, and he pointed to the air and shouted, "Oh, no! Master, those fire crows are coming towards us!"

"It's coming for the Snowman tribe! They want to destroy the Eastern Tibet Snowman."

Moriarty looked behind him. The Yetis panicked.

"Lockhart!" Moriarty said to him, "Go and evacuate the Yeti, and give me the broomstick!"

"What?"

"Idiot! Don't tell me you didn't bring your broomstick and Floo powder when you traveled! Think about it, you must be in the box, right!"

Moriarty has been staring at the Firecrow flying from the sky, he can't let the yeti wipe out the family.

At present, the Ice Moon Necklace hides a big secret. Before Moriarty is ready to investigate, it is best for no one related to the Necklace to die!

Lockhart remembered that his suitcase had been blown away by the dwarf, and hurriedly took out his wand: "The suitcase is flying!"

After digging out a broomstick from the box, Lockhart didn't hand it to Moriarty right away.

"Master, no matter what you want to do with the broomstick, I have to advise you to be cautious..."

Before he could finish speaking, Moriarty grabbed the broomstick, held the broomstick tightly with both hands, kicked his feet, and flew up!

"Be careful, young master! You must know that Huaxia prohibits the use of broomsticks!" The second half of Lockhart's words came from the ground.

"What rules!" Moriarty tilted his body and almost fell off the broom, but he still rode the broom to the sky.

Drawing a magic circle is very troublesome, but Undead Firecrow will not wait for him to finish drawing.

Moriarty doesn't know long-range magic, so he can only approach the two Firecrows with a broomstick.

The first take-off went unexpectedly smoothly, and Moriarty maintained his balance and tried to use his magic to control the broom to go faster.

The two Firecrows found Moriarty, and they speeded up humanely.

Moriarty, who was in the air, fired several petrified shots and found it difficult to hit the Fire Ravens, they were too fast.

Moriarty gritted his teeth and shouted towards the ground, "Lockhart! Don't evacuate the snowman! Run! Run! Get out of here!"

"What?" Lockhart sensed something was wrong and covered his mouth: "Oh master, what are you going to do?"

Moriarty ignored him, looked at the flight path of the fire crow, and aimed his staff at a mountain above them!

"Torn apart!"

The surging magic power turned into a huge force and hit the mountain.

"Boom!"

The snow on the entire mountain fell down like waves, and the entire terrain collapsed due to the avalanche. The two fire crows had already been submerged in the ice and snow.

The snowman didn't have to worry about being burned to death, but he ran faster, and Moriarty's blow caused a series of avalanches, sending huge snow and ice stones down.

However, the ancestors of the Snowman have lived here for thousands of years, and the method of dealing with the avalanche is hidden deep in the blood.

At least Moriarty heard their cries, not as miserable as when he was being hunted down by a dwarf.

Now Moriarty was relieved, as long as one snowman survived so that he could question him later.

Moriarty turned the handle of the broom and swooped down to the ground. Lockhart was running desperately, but it was obvious that he would be engulfed by the snow behind him at any moment.

"Lockhart! Take my hand...very good, I've got you!"

Moriarty pulled Lockhart onto the broom, and his speed slowed down significantly. Seeing that the snow was about to cover the broom, Moriarty tried to apply a blow like wind to the broom, but it succeeded.

"Whoosh!"

The broom became fast, passing through the snowflakes in the air, throwing off the huge snow that was pursuing.

Lockhart was as happy as if he had won a battle: "Haha, Oye! We won! We defeated Avalanche!"

Moriarty looked towards the hilltop of another yeti tribe, hoping that the people up there were all right.

"Tom tom tom..."

A series of avalanches resounded through the sky, even causing an earthquake!

Countless snow mountains collapsed!

Among them, Moriarty noticed, was the hilltop of another yeti tribe.

The flying snowflakes and ice blocks even obscured the night sky, and the deafening roar made Lockhart realize that this was no ordinary avalanche or earthquake.

He asked anxiously, "Master, what you hit seems to be a snow mountain in the Himalayas?"

Moriarty didn't answer, he just watched the avalanche that covered the sky and the moon.

After a long time, everything fell silent.

Moriarty crossed his arms on the broom and glanced at Lockhart behind him: "Look, the natural disaster is ruthless. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would believe that this epic avalanche was actually triggered by a splitting curse." of?"

Lockhart rolled his eyes a few times, thinking he understood what Moriarty said.

"Ah, I understand, young master. You mean that no one here saw you hit the snow mountain with the division spell except the two of us, so as long as we don't tell, no one will know that you did it!"

"That's not it, Lockhart," Moriarty said softly, "I didn't do it. Why should I admit it? I can see clearly that one of the undead fire crows crashed into the snow mountain and was about to use a suicide attack Attack and destroy the Yeti tribe!"

Lockhart was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, clapping his hands and agreeing: "Yes, that's right! It's all the fault of the evil black wizard!"

Moriarty didn't talk about this topic anymore, as long as Lockhart knew something, he stretched out an index finger and shook it.

"What I want you to understand is another thing. Perhaps such natural disasters need to be caused by humans, but as long as I have a room to grow, I will be able to use even more terrifying natural disaster-grade magic in a short time.

At that time, I was the only protagonist in that ice and snow ball! "

Moriarty would not miss any opportunity to learn magic. On the way of flight, he projected magic power into the air, feeling the elements of ice and snow in detail.

It's a pity that the magic cannot be recovered, and Moriarty can only get close to nature in this rough way.

He didn't take a second look at the snowdrift, even though it was possible that a Chinese wizard who had fought against the black wizard might be buried there.

Moriarty at the time had no choice: he had only been exposed to magic for less than 24 hours, he could not lethal powerful long-range magic, and he could not fly.

Using an avalanche to stop the Undead Firejaws is the only way to protect the Yeti.

It can only be said that the geographical factor is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

It not only helped Moriarty deal with the dark wizard, but also caused him to cause an avalanche.

Lockhart was right. This place is located in the Himalayas, where a series of avalanches and earthquakes are quite normal. Moriarty was just behind the scenes.

Compared to that unfortunate Chinese wizard, Moriarty felt that the Snowman was more important.

The reason is simple, the snowman is still useful, but the Huaxia wizard is useless to him.

Lockhart realized this, and he watched Moriarty's back in horror, his mind preoccupied with proving his worth.

The broomstick under his buttocks suddenly made a "creaking" sound, and Lockhart yelled: "Oh, master, the broomstick is going to explode!"

Moriarty hurriedly controlled the broom to land. Fortunately, the broom was very face-saving. After the two of them landed, they couldn't wait to explode.

Moriarty swung his staff to bury the broken parts of the broom, and he added a little magic to the poor broom that carried the two of them across the avalanche.

The broomstick is without a doubt the hero of broomsticks!

But remembering the speed-boosting magic added to the broom, Moriarty realized that he needed to learn alchemy.

Lockhart watched silently from the side, he was very puzzled: the young master didn't sympathize with the buried people, but sympathized with a broken broom?

Fortunately, after Moriarty determined his goal, he found a way out of the snow-capped mountains and led Lockhart to leave. Otherwise, Lockhart would have to consider whether to learn Animagus?

Moriarty walked unhurriedly, and a system voice came in his head: "It was detected that the host buried three dark wizards alive, and a total of 2000 points were obtained."

After counting his own points, there are 2600 points in total, and Moriarty is going to use them where appropriate.

When the two walked out of the snow field, it was already daylight, and Lockhart was too tired to walk, but Moriarty didn't feel anything special.

On the way, Moriarty learned that Lockhart was able to come to China thanks to the "Isabella" cruise ship, and came to Eastern Tibet because of a Chinese wizard code-named "Wild Dog".

"Lockhart, go find the wild dogs, let's go back to England!"

The cabin had been destroyed by an avalanche, and the black box had already been brought into the system space by Moriarty, and he had nothing else to miss.