The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 129 The Hogwarts Pureblood Army (3500-word long chapter, please subscribe)

Moriarty slowly closed the newspaper, his fingertips lightly tracing a strange red dividing line across the blood-red ink, a striking sight against the black-and-white paper.

The pure-blooded wizards saw this as a sign.

They saw the words "blood debt must be repaid in blood" on the red line.

"Splash, splash—"

Moriarty crumpled the newspaper into a ball with one hand, water elemental magic gathering in his palm. The Daily Prophet was frozen into ice shards, which flew out of Moriarty's fingertips like dust with a "whoosh".

A chill swept through the hall, the atmosphere plummeted to freezing point, and the students held their breath, staring at Moriarty as he spoke in a calm, still voice.

"Leon? Who is Lucius Malfoy?"

Leon was excited to be called out, his voice trembling slightly, "He... he is the head of the Malfoy family, sir."

"Good answer," Moriarty replied casually, then asked, "Marcus? And what about the Malfoy family?"

"Sir, the Malfoy family is one of the Twenty-Eight Holy Bloods of England, and they have been Slytherins for generations!" Marcus stood up and walked behind Moriarty, crossing his arms in front of his lower abdomen, looking ready to obey orders at any time.

"Yes, that's right. A pure-blooded, outstanding Slytherin was murdered by a vampire for no apparent reason!"

Moriarty spoke to them with a strange, chilling smile on his face.

"Thump!" Moriarty took out his Slytherin staff and slammed it heavily on the floor.

"Who gave the vampires the audacity to intercept and kill a pureblood at will?"

I have every reason to believe that they have declared war on the purebloods of Britain!

Without warning, without announcement, without a declaration of war, without a signal, the vampires ignited the flames of war, and the British wizards could not remain indifferent.

Moriarty stood up, took a step, and his voice became more authoritative as he moved.

"For the past two years, I have been playing the role of a Slytherin descendant, dedicated to improving the school's atmosphere and attempting to recreate the harmonious coexistence of the four houses during the time when the four great leaders were in school."

However, some people have forgotten that the Slytherin family is the purest pure-blooded family in Britain!

Those people—foreign wizards and magical creatures—have they forgotten the terror of the silver serpent that blotted out the sky? Forgot the battlefield where the four giants slaughtered their way across the land?

"I—we—will make them remember again, won't we?"

Moriarty reached the castle gate and turned around. A large group of people followed behind him, including students from all four houses. They stood up without realizing it and followed Moriarty.

"Wizards below the fourth grade are not allowed to go. We're going to hunt vampires, not to play in the Forbidden Forest."

Moriarty said matter-of-factly, and some students obediently stepped out of the line, while only Lilith and a few other girls stood there motionless.

"Stay here." Moriarty glanced at Lilith, his resolute gaze making Lilith relent. She knew what Moriarty meant: they couldn't discuss personal feelings when a great battle was about to begin.

"I wish you all the best. We're waiting for your triumphant return," Lilith replied softly, then pulled Gemma and Penelope away.

Jericho jumped from the back of the line to Moriarty.

"I'm going too, sir. I'm going now out of humanitarian concern, as an American wizard, to extend a helping hand to the Malfoy family in England."

The unique reason attracted a lot of attention, and if it weren't for now, many students would have already laughed.

Jericho made a face, then stood calmly behind Moriarty, just like Marcus.

"Let's go too! We've never seen what a vampire looks like before," came the Weasley twins' voices.

Percy rushed over and pulled his two younger brothers away, looking at Moriarty with an apologetic expression.

Moriarty's response was an unmoved look.

At that moment, Charlie's voice rang out from the back of the Great Hall: "Let me handle this! One Weasley man is enough."

He strode over aggressively, but showed tenderness as he passed Percy, telling his brothers, "Stay in the castle and don't go anywhere."

After saying that, Charlie drew his wand and approached Moriarty: "If you're going to take purebloods to settle scores with vampires, take me with you. Even though the Malfoy family is a treacherous family, I am a pureblood too."

Moriarty looked at Charlie, who looked like a warrior. Some Ravenclaw student had left a shallow scratch on his cheek with "Sword of the Undying," which had not yet scabbed over.

"Charlie, you've finally done the right thing."

Tonks emerged from the first-floor corridor with a victorious smile on her face. Her hair had turned blue and was tied in a neat ponytail.

Charles wanted to criticize Tonks, making it sound like he had done nothing wrong, but he didn't. Instead, he silently stood behind Moriarty, just like Marcus and the others.

"Moriarty, I've fully recovered, and I can't afford to miss this operation—even if it means going to war! I'm related to the Malfoy family."

Tonks raised her head, and Moriarty slightly turned his head to gesture for her to stand over.

Leon came over again; he had just gone to count the number of people willing to go to France.

"Sir, there are too many people willing to go, and their magical abilities vary greatly."

"Those who are not purebloods and cannot Apparate, please return to your seats," Moriarty reiterated, demanding a reduction in the number of people.

Some of the non-pure-blooded wizards were unconvinced, but no one dared to oppose Moriarty and obediently complied.

A few seconds later, the number of people standing dwindled.

Leon glanced around, silently counted the number of people, and reported to his leader: "Including us, there are 36 more."

"That's enough." Moriarty surveyed the 36 men with satisfaction and said loudly, "I say that the 36 of us are enough to find Lucius's killer and eliminate any enemy who dares to stand in our way, whether he's a vampire or whatever, none of them are a match for us! Do you agree?"

The 35 young wizards roared in unison, "Agreed!"

"I disagree!"

A dignified and powerful voice rang out from behind the Great Hall, and Dumbledore led the professors out.

Today, the headmaster wore a purple wizard's robe printed with stars and moons, and his gaze behind his glasses was colder than ever before.

Dumbledore rushed toward Moriarty and shouted like thunder.

"Students, get back to your dorms before I lose my temper! Now!"

"Leave the Malfoy family's affairs to the Ministry of Magic. Your only task is to stay in the castle. Quickly! Move out!"

"I'm very sorry, Headmaster, but we can't listen to you." Moriarty shook his head decisively. "Hand it over to the Ministry of Magic? Headmaster, do you think the Ministry of Magic can avenge Mr. Lucius?"

"This is none of your business!" Dumbledore stood before Moriarty, his blue eyes looking down at Moriarty's grey eyes, his sharp gaze scraping at Moriarty like a knife!

"I am still the headmaster of Hogwarts, and you can't take a single student with you!"

The magical fluctuations, comparable to those of a legendary archmage, were like a raging storm, yet the magic was precisely controlled, enveloping Moriarty without overflowing and affecting others.

"I have no interest in the Ministry of Magic!" Moriarty met Dumbledore's gaze without hesitation.

Occlumency and Legilimency were activated simultaneously, unleashing a torrent of water elemental magic that surged through the air like a raging ocean, rivaling Dumbledore's imposing presence.

"I personally have no connection with Lucius Malfoy whatsoever!" Moriarty said again, though it was a lie, his tone didn't seem insincere.

"I don't want to send them either—" Moriarty glanced at the 35 men he had chosen, "I don't want to send them to the battlefield!"

"But do you know why I organized this operation?" Moriarty shouted at Dumbledore. "Because the British Ministry of Magic is rotten! Expecting the Ministry to find the murderer?"

You can fool students and the public all you want, but when will you be able to fool us?

If France remains firm, tell me, will Milison Bagnault or Rufus Scringer dare to break into the Jewish Marquis's Castle?

Lucius would die with regrets if he placed his hopes on the Ministry of Magic!

Moriarty suddenly laughed: "Speaking of which, I wonder how many people are clapping and cheering that Lucius is dead! The Malfoy family is such a big cake, who wouldn't want a piece of it?"

Can the Malfoy family, with its orphans and widows, hold on? The answer is obvious. Perhaps within a month, the Malfoy family will be completely divided up, leaving only an empty shell like countless other defeated pure-blood families in the Witcher family.

Will the Ministry of Magic still investigate Lucius's death then? This is a cruel magical world; you know the answer.

Dumbledore avoided Moriarty's gaze, admitting that Moriarty was right. The young wizards were stunned. It turned out that there were too many complicated factors behind the murder case. So why did Moriarty want to get involved in this mess?

"Principal, you know why I want to get involved in this, but you don't want me to do it, right?"

Moriarty said calmly, staring intently at Dumbledore, who then looked away.

"You know perfectly well that if I don't stand up for the Malfoy family, then the pure-blood families of England will become a laughingstock!"

Moriarty controlled his voice perfectly, loud enough for Dumbledore to hear but not enough for the others.

"Some things can only be done once or countless times. Once the precedent for killing is set, what follows will be an irreversible war!"

Today, Lucius died; tomorrow, the Pensie family, the Weasley family, and the day after tomorrow, I might be the one to die!

These 35 students understand these principles, and so do the rest of the students!

Why don't you understand?

No, it's not that you don't understand, it's that you don't care.

You only care about your Voldemort and Harry Potter.

You might say that pure-blood families control too many resources, making it impossible for half-bloods and Muggles to rise to prominence.

Yes, I admit that some purebloods' practices are disgusting, and they deserve to be locked up in Azkaban and die!

If purebloods can be slaughtered at will, what about the other wizards? This means that the magical world is on the verge of collapse!

Rules and laws are just a piece of waste paper in the eyes of a murderer—that's even more terrifying!

Lilith also thinks the law is just a piece of paper, but they made the law; they may break the law, but they won't overturn it!

Which one do you think is better?

They're all rotten!

But if you could only choose one, would you choose to overthrow the law and rebuild order?

You've thought about it, but you haven't made up your mind!

Otherwise, Grindelwald would have succeeded.

There will be no more Hogwarts headmaster Dumbledore, no more Voldemort and Death Eaters, and no more British Ministry of Magic. In their place, there may be a European Magic Federation!

You and Grindelwald dedicated the first half of your lives to the awakening of wizards, but when some wizards did awaken, you became afraid!

"Hoo..." Dumbledore exhaled, and for the first time, a look of old age appeared on his face.

Moriarty noticed that Dumbledore had closed his eyes without him noticing, and the tremor in his brows revealed that the wizard was engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

Moriarty didn't say anything more. He watched Dumbledore take a few steps back, then turned and walked towards Leon and the others.

Jericho was the first to react, or rather, he hadn't paid any attention to Dumbledore's objections in the first place. He said enthusiastically, "Sir, I've thought of a name for us: the Slytherin Pureblood Army! What do you think? Pretty impressive, right?"

"No," Moriarty stopped in his tracks, "Call them the Hogwarts Pureblood Army! While those pedantic, outdated purebloods are busy fighting for power and watching others make fools of themselves, the new generation of Hogwarts purebloods will defend the honor of purebloods!"

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