The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 106 Sleeping Dragon, Do Not Disturb (Please Subscribe)

Nicolas Flamel smiled and declined Moriarty's help, saying that many years ago a French sorcerer named Jacob had also broken his hand, and he was used to it and had a complete treatment plan.

Moriarty was deeply disappointed that he could not conduct alchemical experiments on real people. He bid farewell to Nicolas Flamel, tucked the Book of Abraham under his arm, and headed toward the exit of the secret chamber.

"Ding-dong~ The system has detected that the host has discovered, touched, and possesses the Hebrew book, the Book of Abraham. The host is rewarded with 21 exploration draws!"

"Incomplete Hebrew prophecy paintings have been detected. Mission: Find the last two paintings and interpret them! Mission reward: 7 points, and a random elemental magic spell."

Note: Due to the special and uncertain nature of this task, there is no time limit or penalty for this task.

"Host has won a bet and received Nicolas Flamel's help. The first alchemical quest is now issued: Restore the speed-boosting function of the Kara Boots! Reward: 5000 points! Penalty: Reduce the host's mana by five years!"

A series of notifications sounded, including both the rewards accumulated over this period and new tasks.

After Moriarty inquired about his own situation, the system replied: "The host currently has 51800 points and is a level 37 high-level water element wizard."

Received 21 exploration draws.

Possesses alchemical items such as the Philosopher's Stone, Kara Boots (ineffective), Unlucky Hat, and Felix Felicis.

Possesses the magical item, the Ice Moon Necklace.

It possesses magical creatures (unhatched) such as the Undying Phoenix Egg and the Chimera Beast Egg.

Spells learned: Water magic, Slytherin family magic, Killing Curse, Crucifixion...

In terms of interpersonal relationships: He gains the friendship of the old Jewish vampire family and becomes enemies with the Quinlan vampire family.

He was on good terms with Dumbledore, the British Ministry of Magic, pure-blood families, and powerful families.

Additional storyline: Alchemy storyline.

That concludes this report. I wish you, host, a speedy rise to become the mastermind behind the scenes!

After Moriarty left the secret room, the system prompted again: "Congratulations, host, for completing the check-in and obtaining a manuscript in the Dragon Language by Nicolas Flamel."

Note: The escape room is a location where you can check in repeatedly; the host can check in once a day.

Moriarty looked at the manuscript that had appeared in his hand, which was covered with a long string of runes he did not recognize.

After putting away the manuscript, Moriarty decided to come back another time to talk to Nicolas Flamel about the dragon language. He was about to come out of the underground when he saw hundreds of figures moving on the steps, which meant that there were people everywhere outside!

As the first rays of sunlight fell on Moriarty's shoulder, he squinted. Before he knew it, it was mealtime again, and it felt like the last time he had eaten was a long time ago.

That's strange, he ate dragon soup just yesterday!

"Mr. Moriarty!"

A surprised voice came from outside, followed by shouts of Moriarty. A large crowd cheered and rushed toward him, with the little snakes running in front. They lifted Moriarty up and tossed him high into the air.

After three attempts, Moriarty refused to let them continue. He saw many adult male wizards join in, and everyone seemed to want to touch a part of Moriarty's body, especially the witches with shining eyes.

Moriarty walked down into the crowd. Jericho, who had been woken up, ran over excitedly: "Sir, you did it! I knew you could do it, you could do it!"

In fact, almost everyone said so. Apart from a few little witches, Tonks, Gemma, and Fleur stood in a triangular formation, each with the same exquisite smile but with different meanings on their faces.

Behind the three, Lilith stood gracefully on the lawn with her arms crossed, watching them talk in hushed tones with an intriguing look. She noticed Moriarty's gaze, smiled, said something, and then quietly left.

Moriarty recognized her lip movements.

"Congratulations," she said.

"She hasn't said a word since she introduced Fleur to your fan club." A soft voice sounded in Moriarty's ear. Moriarty turned around and saw Penelope. She had dark circles under her eyes but looked energetic. She leaned closer to Moriarty: "Miss Fleur from Beauxbatons seems to have angered Senior Gemma. They're secretly competing with each other."

Moriarty shook his head, extended his right hand, and his cedarwood wand sprang out, pointing to the sky and firing a burst of burning cannon fire.

"The winner is Hogwarts, Slytherin!"

As the cannon salute transformed into the Hogwarts emblem, people followed suit, drawing their wands and shouting excitedly, "The winner is Moriarty!"

"Slytherin is the winner!"

"Hogwarts is the winner!"

"England is the victor!" the adult wizards declared.

The cheers lasted for more than ten minutes, effectively defusing the rivalry between the three women, Tonks. Moriarty nodded to himself, thinking that this was more like it.

"Now, I'm going to have a good meal, and then a nice long sleep!" Moriarty declared to the crowd. "No one should disturb me, or I'll take him to my lab table for alchemical experiments!"

Moriarty scare the students, while Jericho grins mischievously, "Yes, yes, I can vouch for you! The master will be like a surgeon, tearing the troublemaker's body to pieces!"

A few Muggle-born young wizards mustered their courage and said, "And then turn people into robots? To be honest, I've always thought alchemy was similar to technology!"

As everyone chatted and laughed, they walked toward the castle. Upon entering the main hall, they discovered that the four long tables were gone, replaced by a huge long table with more than 100 people sitting on it!

Moriarty saw Dumbledore sitting at the head of the table, with officials from the British Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts school board members, and professors on his left, all beaming with joy, as if it were Christmas.

On the right are officials from the French Ministry of Magic, their expressions indifferent, while Madame Maxime stares intently at Fleur.

Seated behind him were people from all walks of life who had come from Hogsmeade. Lockhart spoke loudly among them, attracting much attention.

The students expected Dumbledore to give a long speech, but the headmaster kindly said, "Go back to your dorms and rest! You have the afternoon off on Tuesday! Your lunch and dinner will be delivered to the common room by house-elves. Beauxbatons children, please follow the Headmistress to the Ravenclaw common room, where you will be treated the same as at home."

"Thank you, Principal!"

Someone started it, and then, amidst the shouts of exploding shells, came the cry: "Thank you, Principal! Long live the holiday!"

In less than three minutes, the students were all gone, including Moriarty. Surrounded by the snakes, he returned to the Slytherin dungeon, barely walking the rest of the way.

"Sir, please tell us!" Soldaya said expectantly. "In the Chamber of Secrets, how did you tell Professor Nicolas Flamel that he had failed? We want to know the professor's expression at that moment! Because he has never lost before, and even Headmaster Dumbledore is not as good as him in alchemy."

The little snakes nodded, watching Moriarty with great interest. They preferred hearing a story of an undefeated myth coming to an end to the value of the wand set itself.

"Sol, I've seen the look on your face after your defeat. You were unwilling, in pain, and regretful..." Moriarty lay alone on the largest sofa. Before lunch was served, he didn't mind giving this rather insightful junior some pointers.

With each word Moriarty uttered, Jericho would make a corresponding expression, preventing Soldaya from immersing himself in Moriarty's meaning.

Just then, the house-elves brought lunch, and Moriarty decisively chose the dry rice. He casually said to Soldaya, "If the dueling club is held again during the school year, go and challenge a few opponents you can't beat, and you'll eventually learn something."

Marcus came over carrying a small bowl of soup: "Sir, the dragon soup is here. Mr. Foley specially arranged for the house-elves to make it."

After a hearty meal, Moriarty prepared to return to his dormitory to catch up on sleep. No one dared to say anything at this time, but Lilith came out of her dormitory, walked straight to Moriarty, and handed him a card.

"Wow!" Jericho swallowed the pork chop in his mouth with difficulty. "What's that? The young lady handed me her first love letter ever?"

Lilith glared at him: "You come here too!"

"I can see that too?" Jericho asked, his face full of surprise. "That's not a good idea, is it? I, Jericho, have never been a gossipy person!"

But his feet moved honestly to Moriarty's side. Jericho stroked his head and laughed, "I just wanted to learn from you how to write love letters. I'll need them someday, you know."

Lilith scoffed. Jericho looked down, instantly dumbfounded, swallowed hard, and whispered, "What is this?"

"Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus!" Moriarty uttered a strange-sounding phrase. "Latin, which translates to, 'Never mess with a sleeping dragon!'"

"Absolutely correct." Lilith sat down on Moriarty's other side. "It's exactly what I said about 'Don't disturb the sleeping dragon'! It's also the Hogwarts motto that the Headless Horseman mentioned!"

"So, what's wrong?" Jericho scratched his head. "The Four Giants warned the students not to mess with those who are truly cunning! See how wise they are!"

I told Selwyn beforehand—on the express train, I warned him to keep his skills hidden—but he didn't listen and went ahead to provoke me, to provoke a wizard who kept his abilities hidden! Heh, and look what happened! Everyone saw it!

If you ask me, I should show this quote to Selwyn and have him copy it down!

"This is terrible! Blanche! No wonder your alchemy is a mess. You're getting a bit too cocky," Lilith tossed her hair and pointed to the words at the bottom of the card: "Look at the important part!"

Jericho quickly lowered his head, but Moriarty put the card away. "No need to look at it. Here's a story, which I'm sure you've heard before."

"Hmm?" Jericho rested his chin on his hand. "Is it a story from The Tales of Beedle the Bard?"

"No," Moriarty stood up, "it's the story of the dragon-slaying boy who eventually becomes the dragon himself."

(End of this chapter)