The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 122 Moriarty and Narcissa were both exhausted

He played the emotional card again, "Mr. Moriarty, I know that since you returned to the wizarding world, the Slytherin family has not formed an alliance with any other family. I think the Malfoy family would be a good choice."

Yes, that's right. I recommend myself as your partner. We can start with a new kind of broom and work together to build a huge company.

Moriarty pretended to seriously consider Lucius's words, frowned slightly, and said solemnly, "Do you know, Lucius, if there is anyone in this world who can ally with the Slytherin family, it can only be the descendants of the three leaders."

Compared to other pure-bloods, the Malfoy family only has a few advantages, not necessarily more qualifications.

Lucius's expression changed slightly; he opened his mouth, then closed it weakly again.

He knew Moriarty was right; the Gauntlet family was indeed a descendant of the Slytherin family, but as everyone knew, the Gauntlet family was merely a branch of the Slytherin family.

According to the theory of pure-blood families, the Slytherin family alone is considered one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, alongside the Black and Malfoy families.

Therefore, the direct blood relatives of the Slytherin family are naturally more noble than the twenty-eight pure-blood families.

Moriarty knew this too, but he softened his tone: "However, given our relationship, I'm willing to give you and the Malfoy family a chance. You're right, French wizards can't possibly be richer than us."

Lucius asked with delight what opportunity it was, and Moriarty finally threw out the bait.

"I need you to visit the Jewish Marquis among the vampires and ask him about the relationship between the progenitor of vampires and the spirits, and to uncover the secrets of the progenitor of vampires!"

"Vampire? Jewish Marquis? Elf? Ancestor of vampires? What are you talking about!" Lucius was puzzled; vampires and he had always been from two different worlds.

Fifty years ago, when Voldemort was at his peak, there were no vampires among his Death Eaters. There were werewolves, though, but Lucius looked down on werewolves and naturally wouldn't associate with magical creatures of the dark world.

"As I said, this is your opportunity with the Malfoy family. If you can find out the information I need and return safely, I don't mind sharing the wealth of the new broom with the Malfoy family."

As for Nicolas Flamel, I'll handle that. Even if it comes at a price, it doesn't matter; after all, we're friends.

Moriarty started off in a serious tone, but later his tone softened and became gentle, and he laughed at the end.

This is the right way to be friends!

The new brooms need a partner, and that person can be anyone or any family.

If Lucius returns safely, then it will be the Malfoy family.

What if he doesn't come back? Lucius, don't worry, I will take care of your wife and children.

Having successfully unlocked the working-class code, Moriarty looked at Lucius with a smile. He knew Lucius wouldn't refuse, because he had no reason to.

As expected, Lucius thought for a moment and said, "I need seven days to prepare."

"Three days, only three days. In three days, find out the Jewish marquis's residence, think of your explanation, and then set off immediately."

Moriarty held up three fingers. Seven days is too long; after seven days, Hogwarts will probably have to close.

"Alright," Lucius agreed, "I think I can complete this visit in five days. Five days later, I'll return to the manor, hoping to see Draco flying through the air on his new broomstick!"

"make a deal!"

It's quite easy to make a new broom in five days, just to fulfill a father's wish for his son.

Moriarty smiled at Lucius and said, "When will Draco understand your good intentions?"

Lucius smiled but didn't say anything.

"It's nice to see you two having such a pleasant conversation. The dessert will be ready soon." Narcissa approached for the third time with a gold tray. She smiled gently at Lucius and nodded to Moriarty.

Moriarty noticed that Draco hadn't come along this time, and the tray was filled with a bunch of dessert tools.

Sugar bowl, milk jug, thermal cover, hourglass, rattle, lace tablecloth, warmer, individual dessert plates, jam and butter plates, dessert stand, cookie tongs, fruit plate, lemon slicer...

It's easy to imagine that the desserts must have been very plentiful.

Narcissa placed the tools in their proper places and went downstairs to fetch the dessert.

This was the fourth time she had come carrying a gold tray. She placed the tray in front of Moriarty. "Try it, which one would you like?"

Moriarty looked down and saw four three-tiered pastry plates neatly arranged on a tray.

The dessert plate is made of ceramic and decorated with pink petals. The first layer holds sandwiches, the second layer holds traditional English scones, and the third layer holds truffle chocolate cake cut into small pieces.

The first layer of the second dessert plate was fruit tart, the second layer was various pies such as lemon pie and apple pie, and the third layer was shortbread. Moriarty picked up a cranberry-flavored shortbread and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm, not bad," Moriarty nodded. "It tastes excellent, sweet and sour, with the aroma of fresh milk. I think Lady Narcissa's cooking is the best among the pure-blood ladies."

Narcissa was delighted and exchanged a smile with Lucius. Lucius said with a hint of disdain, "In recent years, many purebloods have forgotten the etiquette of afternoon tea. They have forgotten that when eating dessert, you must start from the bottom up!"

They grabbed the desserts on top and stuffed them into their mouths like crazy!

You might find it hard to believe, but such pure-bloodedness exists all around us—the Weasleys, the Longbottoms… their children see sweets like bandits see gold.

Moriarty thought to himself, "You've forgotten two people, your son's future good followers, Crabbe and Goyle."

But Lucius was right; this is the proper etiquette for enjoying desserts. Moriarty continued, "No matter how times change, as wizards, observing etiquette is not only a responsibility to our bloodline, but also a representation of our responsible attitude towards our lives."

Therefore, I want to thank Ms. Narcissa. I know you must have prepared carefully for a long time so that I could enjoy an authentic afternoon tea and delicious desserts.

Moriarty stood up and nodded to Narcissa, who stood up and smiled back.

"I also thank Mr. Lucius for his warm hospitality, which allowed me to enjoy my first purebred aristocratic afternoon tea since arriving in England."

Moriarty smiled and said to Lucius, who stood up and bowed slightly, "It is my honor, sir."

At this point, the Malfoys knew Moriarty was leaving. It was Lucius's turn to say some polite words. He extended his hand to Moriarty, and a series of high-sounding phrases came out of his mouth. After he finished speaking, Moriarty shook his hand and said calmly, "Hurry up and seize the opportunity."

Lucius nodded solemnly. After parting ways with Moriarty, Moriarty walked out of Malfoy Manor without looking back. Moriarty was exhausted and no longer wanted to go through these hypocritical social niceties.

However, his goal was achieved; Lucius agreed to visit the Jewish Marquess, and Moriarty only needed to wait for good news at Hogwarts.

Oh, and by the way, I also got to try Narcissa's desserts, so this trip to Malfoy Manor was definitely worthwhile.

Narcissa was exhausted; she made all four desserts herself and carried them up and down four times!

After Moriarty left, she drew her wand and pointed it at the golden table: "Restore it immediately!"

All the utensils flew down the stairs and into the cupboard. Narcissa plopped down in a chair, too lazy to even move a finger.

But Narcissa didn't understand the hardships of house-elves; instead, she called out matter-of-factly, "Dobby! Go clean the kitchen!"

At this moment, Lucius returned. He had no time to comfort the exhausted Narcissa and the aggrieved Draco. He went into his study and began writing letters. He wanted to use his business connections to find the residence of the Jewish Marquis.

(End of this chapter)