The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 130 Lilith is also a well-connected young lady (Please subscribe! Please subscribe!)

"The Hogwarts Pureblood Army?" Leon's eyes lit up, and he nodded with the others. "That's a good name."

"It sounds much better than The Dark Lord's Death Eaters and Grindelwald's Saints!" Jericho spoke of the two Dark Lords without any pressure, and his nonchalant manner made the traditional Leon frown slightly.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Sir, you're not the Dark Lord!" Leon glared at Jericho, then glanced haughtily at the seated student, deliberately raising his voice: "We're going to seek justice for the Malfoy family. It's a just and glorious thing, and we represent the pure blood of England."

Leon was proud; he dreamed of gaining the recognition of his responsibility from the entire school community, and he firmly believed that this was his honor.

Following Moriarty, Leon's dream gradually becomes a reality.

For some reason, I was reminded of William.

Leon smirked. If his old rival could see himself now, he would be very envious.

After this was over, Leon decided to write a letter to William, expressing his envy and jealousy.

Suddenly, an owl flew over, moving incredibly fast, its two legs painted red.

"It's the owl from the Owl Post Office!" Leon exclaimed, pointing at the owl. "To distinguish between short and long distance mail, and to determine delivery speed, the post office paints the owls' feet with magical paint. Red means urgent. Look, it's clutching a howling letter!"

The students' eyes all turned to the owl, and then they saw it let out a long hoot and throw the hooting letter into Moriarty's arms.

For me?

Moriarty opened the letter with surprise, and a broken, sobbing female voice echoed through the hall.

"Lucius, everything changed after Lucius left... Everything happened so fast... The Malfoy family is in crisis, and I don't know what I should do to protect myself and my son."

Mr. Moriarty, please help me, please help me!

If you're not tempted by the Malfoy family's wealth, then I have no choice but to ask you for help.

If things get to the point of no return, I'm willing to give up my life. Please help me protect Draco!

It turned out to be sent by Narcissa.

The entire room fell silent. No one expected that the first person to send a letter of protest to Moriarty would be Narcissa Malfoy, whose husband's tragic death was still on display in the newspapers.

The students all thought the first person to send a roaring letter to Moriarty would be a little witch, confessing her love, giving a Valentine's Day gift... in short, expressing affection.

Although this was a somewhat ambiguous way of putting it, no one thought much of it; they could hear a mother's love in the letter.

Leon, Keith, and several other purebloods whose families had fallen from grace felt a deep sense of empathy, and their eyes welled up with tears.

They knew better than anyone the greed of the other purebloods. Less than 24 hours after Lucius’s death, the other purebloods had already set their sights on the Malfoy family!

The more this is the case, the more it shows that finding the culprit is urgent and cannot be delayed any longer!

A sense of mission and responsibility rose in the hearts of Leon and the others.

Lilith, however, sensed something unusual about it.

When the Malfoy family faces a crisis, why does Narcissa immediately think of seeking Moriarty's help?

Lilith stared at Moriarty suspiciously. Just now he had said that he wasn't familiar with the Malfoy family!

Could it be...?

However, Lilith also knew that Narcissa's reason for seeking Moriarty's help was that it was a valid one.

Among pureblood wizards, Moriarty is probably the only one willing to help the Malfoy family without coveting their wealth.

Perhaps Dumbledore could be considered. But old Dumbledore looked like he was being bothered by a venomous fly, so Lilith promptly ruled him out.

Narcissa's original surname was Blake.

The third princess of the prestigious Black family doesn't even have the ability to protect the Malfoy family's assets?

Lilith doesn't believe that the Black family raises only useless people, unless... unless she has other plans!

Narcissa…that old woman! What could she possibly be after?

Lilith stared intently at Moriarty, a flame flickering in her eyes, finding it all unbelievable:

A married woman—oh, she's a widow now.

He's plotting to become a handsome young man who's gentle and refined, elegant and dashing, free and easy, with a refined and lofty spirit, and aspiring to great things—a truly, truly, truly, truly, truly great villain!

"Tsk!"

Lilith gritted her teeth, clenching her fists so tightly they cracked.

This kind of thing isn't unprecedented!

In the pureblood circle, there is a famous Black Widow, Mrs. Zabini.

At the last Pureblood gathering, Lady Zabini subtly moved closer to Moriarty—don't think Lilith didn't know!

Lilith scoffed, "Want Moriarty to be her fifth husband? That slutty spider!"

It seems that there's more than one person who wants to be a sassy spider.

Thinking about this, Lilith couldn't sit still any longer.

She jumped to her feet, just as the roaring letter had burned to ashes. Moriarty made a decision: "Before heading to France, let's go to Malfoy Estate."

The 35 people unanimously agreed that, unlike Lilith, they didn't think too much about it and simply felt it was their duty to offer some warmth to the unfortunate Malfoy family.

Pureblood families should unite and stick together for mutual support!

Perhaps it should have been done a long time ago.

35 people suddenly had a brilliant idea.

However, they overheard a strange conversation between Moriarty and Marcus.

"You know them very well, and you're sure they'll take us to France, right?"

"Yes, sir, I assure you." Marcus nodded seriously, then smiled slightly. "I've spent a year with them, and as long as you use the right methods, they won't hurt you; on the contrary, they're trustworthy companions."

Marcus walked toward the castle gate, and then a series of strange calls rang out. Just as the students were wondering what was going on, a winged hippogriff flew through the gate into the hall!

"Wow!" Exclamations of surprise and admiration immediately rang out.

"Sir, the Poker Family is assembled and ready to go in the air!" Marcus waved his arms at Moriarty from his hippogriff.

"The Poker Family is the name Marcus gave to the Hippogriff settlement in the Forbidden Forest. Each Hippogriff corresponds to a playing card."

Now they'll take us to Malfoy Manor, and then to France!

As Moriarty explained, he strode toward the castle gate, his school uniform robe gradually transforming into a silver robe with a green snake pattern printed on the back.

"Let's go!"

Moriarty's shouts rang out, jolting the other 34 purebloods awake. Full of fighting spirit, they gave chase.

Jericho ran ahead, "Wait for me, sir? Hehe, your robe is really cool, can I have one too?"

"Everyone has one." Moriarty raised his staff and pointed it at his followers. With a gentle tap, 35 Hogwarts uniforms transformed into uniform robes.

As they walked out the door, the professor and students quickly followed—Lilith, with a quick glint in her eye, cast a Disillusionment Charm on herself and secretly slipped out the door.

The professor and students stopped at the doorway, watching a group of boys and girls in white robes run across the grass.

Not far away, a group of hippogriffs, led by Marcus, were neighing merrily.

Only Dumbledore stood behind everyone, took off his glasses, and tilted his head to gaze at the distant blue sky and white clouds.

Professor McGonagall noticed the headmaster's unusual behavior. She quietly walked over to him and said, "When did that boy learn to tame a hippogriff? Even Hagrid couldn't do that."

"A year ago, Marcus Flint suddenly displayed a fervent interest in magical creatures and enchanted beings," Dumbledore's voice seemed to come from the clouds. "Hagrid and Professor Sylvanas Kettleburn both said that the boy's fondness was feigned."

But he persevered, and now he can freely enter and leave the Forbidden Forest without being driven away by its magical creatures.

Give him a few more years, and he might not even be as good as Newt.

Professor McGonagall's mouth gaped open. Marcus's performance in his first year could only be described as "terrible." She once thought that Marcus would not be able to graduate and would have to repeat the year.

Now, however, Dumbledore is comparing Marcus to Newt.

"Is this why you felt comfortable letting Mr. Moriarty take them out?" Professor McGonagall was still puzzled.

"I don't know if Moriarty's approach was correct—only he knows, and he has to prove it to us through practice."

However, I know his choice was right. Lucius Malfoy's death wasn't so simple. Purebloods cannot be killed by vampires, nor can they be left unattended afterward.

A murderous glint flashed in Dumbledore's eyes.

Professor McGonagall remained silent, offering a silent prayer for her 36 students.

"They've run up to the hippogriff!" one of the twins shouted.

"Oh Merlin! Those guys with sharp claws didn't even knock them down!" another shouted.

People saw that Moriarty was riding the strongest hippogriff.

"This is the King!" Jericho's eyes lit up as he looked at the horse beside the King. "So he's the young king? Okay, it's mine!"

Leon shoved him aside. "I'm the best assistant, sir! It's mine."

"Ha," Jericho said smugly, "I've been with you longer than you have! You might as well ride the King of Spades."

"In terms of strength, I am far superior to you!" Leon drew his wand; he would not back down on matters of power.

Just as they were facing off, Xiao Wang suddenly took flight!

"What are you arguing about? The King of Spades is for me! You guys go ride the King of Spades and the King of Hearts."

A string of giggles rang out in the air as Lilith dispelled the illusion spell, revealing her body riding on the back of the little king.

"Pilivik?" Jericho and Leon were stunned.

Lilith, however, said to Moriarty, "Take me with you—I promise we'll only go to Malfoy Manor, not France. I know the law well and can help Mrs. Malfoy deter those greedy fellows!"

Lilith's smile was genuine.

However, Lilith emphasized the words "Madame Malfoy".

It was as if she were saying, "An old, faded woman like you dares to compete with me! Humph!"

The effect was very obvious, except for Moriarty and Jericho.

The others looked at Lilith with admiration, as if she were a savior.

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