The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 117 The traitor Cao Cao lurking beside Moriarty

"Lucius Malfoy!"

Moriarty said, emphasizing each word.

"Host confirms selection of Lucius? Once selected, it cannot be changed."

"Confirmed, it's him."

Moriarty's tone was firm; since the magical creatures were causing such a commotion, the wizards should also make their stance clear.

Lucius's visit to the Jewish Marquis showed that he took it quite seriously.

Yes, he didn't choose Lucius because of Narcissa.

"Okay, please complete the task as soon as possible, host."

Although the system did not specify a time, the visit to the Jewish Marquis should still be done as soon as possible.

After Moriarty made his choice, a slight smile appeared on his face.

He told Dumbledore that he would take care of the visit, but he needed to use the fireplace in the headmaster's office to get to Diagon Alley.

"Of course," Dumbledore agreed, "but what about the specific time?"

Moriarty thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow at three in the afternoon. I don't want to miss lunch and dinner today; you know, breakfast was unpalatable."

Dumbledore nodded in deep agreement, grabbed a handful of toffee and offered it to Moriarty, who refused. Under Dumbledore's slightly regretful gaze, he walked out of the headmaster's office.

"Hey~ hey~ Mr. Slytherin!"

As Moriarty stepped out of his office, he heard Paro's signature shout and walked toward him.

Parochon Moriarty winked and said, "A beautiful elf just came out, yes, the same one from last time. I saw her walking out with her legs crossed again!"

"Mr. Paro, don't you feel lonely standing guard alone? Tell me, and maybe I can find you a companion." Moriarty raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly at the stone beast that was always staring at women's thighs.

Paro hesitated, "Hmm... a partner? I never imagined I'd spent over a thousand years here alone. But I'd be quite happy to be held in the arms of a voluptuous woman... or climb on her back?"

Moriarty shook his head and chuckled. Want a woman?

Do you still want a voluptuous woman?

It turns out that the little stone beast harbored a big dream.

It turns out there was a traitor like Cao Cao lurking right next to me!

"I'll have to keep an eye on this kid from now on," Moriarty thought, glancing at Paro before leaving without a word.

The stone beast was still pondering whether it would be more comfortable to be held in someone's arms or to lie on someone's back after acquiring a voluptuous woman.

Lost in thought, Paro closed his eyes and sighed, "Young men don't know the value of married women, mistaking young girls for treasures. Mr. Slytherin, do you know, back then... Mr. Slytherin?"

Paro opened his eyes and found that there was no one around him.

Moriarty returned to the Slytherin common room, which was empty.

The snakes were all sleeping in their dormitories and seemed to have calmed down. Moriarty wrote a letter to Lucius Malfoy, arranging to visit him at Malfoy Manor at three o'clock the next afternoon.

The British have a long-standing tradition of afternoon tea, which begins at 3 p.m., so Lucius had no reason to refuse.

At noon, after a hearty meal, Moriarty went into the library and found a book on a shelf that displayed sports books: "The Complete Book of Flying Brooms".

"Moriarty?" a surprised female voice called out.

Penelope walked over from the bookshelf next to her, seemingly unable to believe she would run into Moriarty in the library. "Everything's been out this morning. I thought you'd be at the school hospital taking care of Senior Tonks."

She raised her head slightly, her bright blue eyes sparkling as she looked at Moriarty.

"Tonks is fine. Rather than the school hospital, the professors and I agree that it's best to let her sleep in her dorm room."

Penelope nodded, and Moriarty noticed that she was holding a very thick book. She took the book out and showed it to Moriarty.

"The Flying Broom Care Manual: I found three part-time jobs during the holidays, enough to buy a new broom!"

Penelope said contentedly.

"I'm a sophomore this year, and I think I can become a player for Ravenclaw. I can play any position except goalkeeper!"

When Penelope mentioned her little dream, she became excited again. After she opened up, she realized that Moriarty was staring at her intently. A little embarrassed, she added in a low voice, "I mean, I can play any position."

“Of course you can,” Moriarty smiled at her, and Penelope’s cheeks began to flush. “I believe you can definitely represent Ravenclaw. The trials are only a few weeks away. Have you bought the broom yet?”

"I ordered a Seven Stars Sweep, it'll arrive tomorrow," Penelope said happily, but also a little disappointed. "Our captain booked the venue this afternoon, but my broom won't arrive until tomorrow. However, I can borrow Daisy's."

Penelope knew that Moriarty had a Nimbus 1700, but she didn't ask Moriarty to lend it to her.

Penelope knew he had an inexhaustible treasure, and if she asked for money, it would be tantamount to losing her dignity and no longer being able to stand on equal footing. What would be the point of her playing Quidditch then? Penelope lowered her head somewhat sadly.

"what?"

Penelope looked up again: "You borrowed a book on flying broomsticks? Shall we go to that desk over there and read it together? The library is unusually empty today; everyone's in their dorms."

Moriarty did not refuse; he was reading the book about flying brooms not to improve his Quidditch skills, but to think of a business opportunity.

Given Moriarty's current status, Lucius most likely wouldn't abandon his wife and son to search for the Jewish Marquis.

However, Lucius possessed the shrewdness of a businessman; his sense of business opportunities was sharper than a dog's.

Moriarty wanted to create a business opportunity that would captivate everyone's attention and be irresistible to any businessman.

With the encouragement of someone with ulterior motives, the message only needs to get into Lucius's ear, and Lucius will eagerly come over like a dog sniffing out a bone.

It was far easier to get Lucius to propose the terms of the exchange than to persuade him to do so.

Moriarty has set his sights on flying broomsticks. Nimbus 1700 should retire from Quidditch, and broomstick brands like Sweeper and Comet should just go bankrupt.

Several years later, a broom called the Fire Arrow suddenly appeared and quickly became the official competition broom of the national team, becoming a sensation.

Moriarty planned to produce the fire bolts ahead of schedule.

He had won his gamble with Nicolas Flamel; with the help of the alchemist, Moriarty might very well be able to create a flying broomstick even better than the Firebolt.

A series of plans came to mind for Moriarty. He quickly flipped through the book, and could memorize the characteristics and defects of a broom with just a glance.

Penelope was both surprised and envious. She also seemed to want the ability to remember everything she saw. Moriarty told her that there was no such thing as a photographic memory, just a small technique for shorthand. As long as she was willing to put in the effort to practice, she could learn it too.

Just then, a tall, thin boy carrying a stack of Quidditch books staggered over.

The books were piled too high, blocking the little boy's view, so he struggled to put them on Moriarty's table.

"Oliver Wood?" Penelope recognized the little wizard. "Eleven Quidditch books in total?"

"Ah, yes, I need to brush up on my Quidditch knowledge."

Wood was a little confused. He thought everyone was sleeping and there would be no one in the library, so he came to look at books, but he didn't expect to run into Moriarty and Penelope.

Moriarty, in particular, single-handedly defeated three house teams last year to bring the Quidditch Cup back to Slytherin.

Sitting across from Moriarty, Wood felt extremely uncomfortable, as did Penelope. Whenever he asked Moriarty about the key points of professional golf, Wood felt like he was sitting with a slacker, a genius, and a super genius.

The top students and geniuses are discussing whether to choose A or C in a multiple-choice question, while the underachiever looks at his choice B and trembles with fear.

Fortunately, this feeling didn't last long. A little over an hour later, Moriarty and Penelope parted ways. He returned to his dormitory and wrote to his house-elf Luke, sending him to Diagon Alley to buy a broom.

When it was time for dinner, Moriarty and the snakes ate their meal on time. When they went to the Great Hall, they found that the young wizards seemed to have returned to normal and had become lively and energetic. However, the students from the three houses were very indifferent to the Hufflepuff badgers.

Moriarty watched as he ate his pizza, shaking his head slightly.

A rift has formed between the four academies, which is the last thing the four giants want to see, but it seems they have no way to deal with it, otherwise their ancestor Salazar wouldn't have left.

But soon, Moriarty stopped thinking about the problem.

About fifteen or sixteen owls came to deliver the message, each with a large black bag hanging from its talons. Judging from the shape, it should contain a long, narrow box.

The students whispered among themselves, wondering what had happened, as Hogwarts owls rarely delivered mail at night.

However, after seeing that the leading owl was Poseidon, the students had a slight understanding that it was related to Moriarty.

Sure enough, the fifteen owls flew to the Slytherin table, opened their claws in front of Moriarty, and a dozen large bags of ping-pong balls landed with a clatter in front of him.

A jug of grape juice was spilled, and Lilith, sitting next to Moriarty, screamed. Then a bag smashed onto a plate of steak, and Jericho said with concern, "I hope the meat isn't dirty."

"Restored to its original state!"

Moriarty drew his cedarwood wand and waved it lightly at the tabletop, quelling all the chaos caused by the owl.

But the culprit had already flown away.

"Why didn't Tonks kill all the owls? The owls at school have no manners at all." Moriarty patted his Poseidon, which placed the bag at Moriarty's feet, then stood on the table, puffing out its chest and raising its head as if to take credit.

"Forget the owl, what's in here?" Lilith asked Moriarty, wiping the juice splattered on her face.

(End of this chapter)