The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 102 Dragon Language and Alchemy

Moriarty placed his cedar wand into his wand set, which was attached to his right arm. He raised his right hand, opened his palm, and the cedar wand sprang out, which Moriarty then grasped in his hand.

"It's three times faster than drawing a wand from under a robe, about a second."

Moriarty called this process "one-handed mode," in which he let go of his hand.

As you release your grip, raise your left arm.

The cedarwood wand vanished instantly, returning to the wand set, before popping out again and landing in Moriarty's left hand.

The entire process takes about three seconds, which Moriarty calls "hand-switching mode." It takes two seconds longer than the one-handed mode, but its practical significance goes far beyond cold, hard numbers.

Most people only have one dominant hand in their lifetime, and wizards are no exception. Wizards like Moriarty, who have past life experiences and can use their wands with both hands with ease, are rare.

The appearance of the wand set may change this situation, as it seems to have some effect on the spell "Expelliarmus".

Moriarty experimented several times, meticulously refining the initial version.

A transparency spell was cast on the magic vine, revealing the mithril inside and turning the entire wand set silver.

Moriarty amplified the subtle blue light emitted by the blue crystal, making the wand set incredibly dynamic.

The hundreds of magical cycles were condensed by Moriarty into several serpentine patterns, which were irregularly engraved on the surface of the suit, like small green snakes. This added a touch of mystery to the wand suit and left the exclusive mark of Slytherin.

"Ding-dong~ Detected that the host has completed the first alchemy item in his life. Reward: one achievement lottery draw."

The system offered a long-awaited achievement lottery, and Moriarty chose to participate in the lottery instead of accumulating achievements!

"Congratulations, host, you have drawn the language magic—proficiency in Dragon Language!"

A flood of information rushed into Moriarty's mind. His eyes stared blankly ahead, and his mouth involuntarily opened, emitting a series of low growls. The wand set he had previously made gradually rose into the air following the growls!

In just a moment, Moriarty returned to normal, and the wand set fell to the ground with a "thud," waking Moriarty from his reverie.

"That's—the language of dragons?" Moriarty picked up the wand set with a hint of surprise, recalling the dragon language he'd heard before, "Fly into the sky and soar!"

A magical thing happened: the wand set slowly took to the air! Although the speed was slow and the height was very low, it could at best be described as levitation.

But the Alchemy Matrix reacted; it became more like a matrix, like a program upgrade. Moriarty had a feeling that the next time he activated the Matrix, it wouldn't consume too much mental energy, though he wasn't sure if that was right.

But Moriarty was convinced that the wand set had indeed taken flight, or rather, that it could fly into the sky!

Moriarty suddenly remembered the headless horseman's words: "As I said before, dragons and elves are the most suitable beings in the world to study mysticism. Using dragons for alchemical experiments is a tradition of Avalon."

Dragons and elves are the most suitable beings in the world to study mysticism!

At the time, Moriarty and his two companions wanted to ask why, but now Moriarty felt he understood. The scene before him seemed to indicate that dragon language could command the wand set!

Combining the Headless Horseman's words with the changes in the Alchemy Matrix, Moriarty had reason to believe that the Alchemy Core in the wand set resonated with his dragon language.

Or perhaps it's true that dragon language can be used to create alchemical items!

Once this bold idea entered Moriarty's mind, it took root like a tree, becoming deeply ingrained and impossible to shake off.

Everyone knows that Merlin can speak dragon language and is also a master alchemist!

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Merlin was a master alchemist because he spoke the language of dragons!

A logical and impeccable explanation!

Moriarty began to ponder the headless horseman's words, which, besides mentioning dragons, also referred to elves.

"Diana?" A strange light flashed in Moriarty's eyes. Wasn't Diana an elf?

Just this year, Nicolas Flamel, the alchemy master, came to Hogwarts.

Also this year, the elf Diana came to Hogwarts.

Again this year, the Headless Horseman appeared and mentioned Merlin, a legend who seems to be associated with everyone.

You can find all the information about alchemy, dragons, and elves in him!

That's so interesting!

Moriarty stood up, waved his wand, and the recliner disappeared. Wearing his wand suit, he walked out of the classroom. The people outside rushed over with a "whoosh," and the first few at the front were actually French wizards.

"Mr. Moriarty?" a Ministry of Magic official asked, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions: excitement, surprise, astonishment, and worry. But all of these emotions transformed into joy the moment Moriarty shouted, "Wand set complete!"

The crowd erupted in loud cheers, then ran wildly down the corridor, many using their guardian spirits to send messages out, while the French wizards squatted on the ground, looking dejected.

Moriarty smiled and shook his head, then strode towards the outside of the castle, where he met Dumbledore, who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

As always, a large group of people followed behind the White Wizard, including the Minister of Magic, high-ranking officials, and school board members. No matter how impatient these people were, they could only follow behind Dumbledore at this moment.

However, they didn't seem to mind. Everyone was carrying an indescribable feeling, and Lucius, who was usually good at socializing, couldn't say a word at this moment.

They stared at Moriarty approaching, momentarily stunned. It wasn't hard for them to foresee that a magical brilliance was rising at an unimaginable speed—like the name Quidditch fans loved to call him, Eternal Brilliance.

Like Voldemort back then, like Grindelwald many years ago, like Nicolas Flamel more than six hundred years ago, like Merlin thousands of years ago...

Whenever these people rise to prominence, they create an era, perhaps even a legend, which will once again draw back the curtain on the grand sweep of history.

"It's up to you!" Moriarty walked up to Dumbledore, shoved the wand set into the white wizard's arms, ignored everyone else, and walked toward the Chamber of Secrets without looking back.

He's here to fulfill his bet.

However, Moriarty cared more about having a heart-to-heart talk with Nicolas Flamel than about the bet.

Screams and cheers erupted from behind Moriarty.

"He actually did it!"

"Merlin! The bet was made at noon on Monday, and you won it at 10 a.m. on Tuesday! Less than 24 hours have passed!"

"A revolutionary alchemical artifact! With it, the Aurors' combat power will be greatly enhanced!" Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror office, was one of the calmest among them, but he couldn't hide his excitement. He really wanted to snatch the wand set from Dumbledore and equip the Aurors with it.

"Albus, your student will surely become a master in the future." Millison Bagnore, then Minister for Magic of England, remarked this, having made a bad impression on him from the very beginning with Moriarty.

She felt that Moriarty's apparent indifference to everything was actually a pretext for something else. Years of governing experience had taught her that this indifference was often the most dangerous trait.

It wasn't until today, when Moriarty unhesitatingly tossed Dumbledore a set of wands that would make wizards incredibly wealthy and drive them mad, that she realized she had misunderstood; perhaps the boy truly had no other intentions.

"Mirison," Dumbledore said absentmindedly, stroking his wand set, "I hope it's as you say."

Moriarty, of course, was unaware of the gossip. He went underground and saw a group of French wizards standing outside the secret chamber. Fonteyn Capet was just coming out of the chamber.

"Moriarty? Oh! You've come at the worst possible time!" Feng Wei said with a grim expression, then quickly corrected himself, "Uh, no, it's Nicolas Flamel who wants to see you, but we all agree that it's inappropriate."

"Step back, sir," Moriarty said in a deep voice. "Regardless of our nationalities, Nicolas Flamel and I are now alchemists. Go and look at the wand set. You must learn to accept the arrival of a new era. I believe you don't want to see yourself left behind by the times."

The journey home is always long. Tickets for the National Day holiday were hard to get; I finally managed to snag a hard seat, but the train was delayed—a full hour late! The signal on the train was bad, making typing difficult. I've been writing on and off for over three hours. Please forgive any typos, and I don't mind pointing out any errors. I haven't eaten yet. I was planning to eat after getting off the train, but I didn't prepare instant noodles. Since the train was delayed, I guess all the restaurants and shops will be closed by the time I get off. Oh, and this book goes on sale tomorrow! What am I going to do? I'm starving and my inspiration is completely dead!

(End of this chapter)