The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 131, Section 70: Narcissa, the Widow

In order not to waste time, Moriarty allowed Lilith to go to Malfoy Manor.

Seeing that Lilith ultimately rode on the little king, Jericho said resentfully, "Young lady, you should find a female hippogriff. How about the Ace of Hearts? She is your loyal companion."

"No!" Lilith sat on Little King's back, leaned down, and wrapped her arms around the mount's neck. "Little King, hurry up! I can't wait to see Lady Malfoy."

"Why? I don't remember the Pillivic family and the Malfoy family having a good relationship."

"Want to know?" Lilith exclaimed excitedly. "Then show us your riding skills, cowboy!"

"Piece of cake! Just watch." Jericho's eyes were fixed on a hippogriff, and he was eager to try, taking a running start to jump onto the mount's back.

Marcus chimed in, "I must remind you, Jericho, don't treat the poker family the same way you treat horses. Always show respect to the poker family, or they'll throw you off 300 feet."

"Oh! I think I'll be gentle," Jericho scratched the back of his head, becoming cautious, and extended his right hand to his chosen mount. "Relax, baby, I'll be very gentle. Is this my first time riding, and your first time being ridden? Yes, yes, great..."

Jericho stroked the eagle's mane with his right hand, smoothing it down, his eyes filled with tenderness like melting honey.

Moriarty and the others suppressed their laughter, while Leon shouted, "Touching a magical creature like you would a lover's skin, Jericho, you're a real genius! Do you want a hippogriff girlfriend?"

"What hippogriff! She's my Ace of Hearts!" Jericho exclaimed with doting affection.

Everyone laughed and joking as they mounted their mounts and took off into the air.

Marcus flew at the front, leading the way for his mounts. Thirty minutes later, they arrived in Wiltshire.

Moriarty flew high in the sky, looking down at the Malfoy Manor, which was surrounded by a large crowd.

"Have all the wizards in Britain come?!" Lilith's eyes flashed with surprise. There were too many people. Were they all here to divide up the Malfoy family's wealth?

Moriarty frowned: "It's not just British wizards, many more are foreign wizards."

The news spread faster than Moriarty had anticipated, and the Malfoy family empire was teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Let's go down!" Moriarty ordered. "Marcus, you lead the mounts and block the manor gate. Leon, you and the others guard the villa. Lilith, come with me to meet Lady Malfoy."

"Received, sir!"

"OK!"

"no problem!"

The replies, accompanied by the cries of the winged hippogriffs as they landed, echoed through the sky.

The mounts lined up in a row, with Moriarty at the head, Marcus and Jericho on either side, and Tonks, Leon, and Lilith behind them, forming an inverted triangle arrowhead that flew towards the ground like a sharp arrow, attracting the attention of most of the wizards.

"What is that?" an Indian shaman asked his companion, his face filled with terror.

"It's a celestial beast!" His companion knelt down and prayed.

"That's a hippogriff!" a European wizard said dismissively.

"There's someone sitting up there? Who's here?"

"That gray-haired boy at the front looks familiar..." A glint flashed in the eyes of a black-robed sorcerer hidden in the crowd.

"Scatter! They're charging!"

The wizards screamed and ran away, clearing a large open space in front of the manor gate.

"Splash—splash!"

Thirty-six hippogriffs, their enormous wings flapping, landed steadily on the ground. Marcus leaped down and shouted to the gathering wizards, "I demand that you stop immediately, or no one can guarantee your safety!"

"Did I hear that right, kid? You? You think you can stop us?"

"Where is the shipment Lucius Malfoy promised us for the Athens marketplace?"

"Malfoy owes a final payment of 50,000 Galleons!"

Angry shouts rang out one after another, and the wizards gathered together, rushing towards the doorway once more.

Marcus commanded the Poker Family to guard the entrance, their deep growls and sharp claws stopping the enraged wizards.

Moriarty and his entourage took the opportunity to enter the manor and saw several people in front of the villa.

Mr. Parkinson, Mr. Nott, and Mr. Greengrass were all close friends of Lucius.

They heard about the Malfoy family's plight and rushed to the scene to help, but to no avail; the wizards outside completely ignored them.

Instead, they were terrified of the winged, hippogriff-like creature. The expressions on the faces of the family heads were quite interesting. Wasn't this just saying that they were worse than animals?

"Mr. Moriarty?" Mr. Pansy forced a smile and went to greet him. He glanced at Moriarty and the purebloods behind him, and asked curiously, "What are you doing! Did Draco invite you to Malfoy Manor?"

"Pfft!" Jericho burst out laughing. "Draco? Dragon? That's a nice name, but sir, don't compare us to a little kid."

"We are the Hogwarts pureblood army!" Leon declared loudly, and the young purebloods all raised their faces.

The heads of the families' pupils suddenly focused, and they shouted, "The Hogwarts pure-blood army?!"

"The Hogwarts Pureblood Army!"

"Hogwarts?"

"Pureblood!?"

The wizards outside heard this and trembled.

They had a question in their minds: Who exactly came?

The heads of the family were also puzzled. They felt they were out of touch with the times. Just a few days ago, Lucius was perfectly fine. He asked them to inquire about the address of the Jewish Marquis. At that time, they even joked that Lucius had done business with vampires.

But Lucius died two days ago!

Now another Hogwarts pure-blood army has suddenly appeared!

How come we didn't know?

Are we not purebloods?

Who organized this? Who is in charge? What is the purpose?

The question popped into their minds, but when their gaze fell on Moriarty, it seemed to be answered, and the three family heads felt a bitter taste in their mouths.

But Mr. Parkinson, unconvinced, asked, "You were sent by Headmaster Dumbledore, weren't you?"

"It was I who invited Mr. Moriarty to Malfoy Estate!"

The villa gate opened, and Narcissa walked out. She was wearing a black gown, and her face was shockingly pale, like a vampire on TV.

Light gray, deep and captivating, like the beautiful eyes of a woman from the Black family, red and swollen like peaches, like a deep lake.

She seemed to have lost weight, but her haughty expression remained unchanged. She arrogantly raised her chin, standing on the steps and looking down at the wizards, saying, "Gentlemen, I know you've all seen it. Mr. Moriarty Slytherin has brought the Hogwarts pure-blood army to Malfoy Manor as guests. So? The Malfoy family doesn't welcome any other guests today!"

The wizards were utterly astonished, their gazes shifting between Narcissa and Moriarty, without uttering a sound.

Lilith secretly glared at Narcissa, a few sparks flashing in her eyes.

She was the one who sought Moriarty's help, but now she's saying Moriarty is visiting the Malfoy family!

A cunning female Slytherin!

Narcissa calmly accepted the stares from the crowd, concealing the fear in her eyes well. Others simply assumed that Lady Malfoy was confident, but Moriarty saw right through her.

The bright and pure daffodils gradually withered under the successive blows.

I had to force myself to cheer up and pretend nothing had changed, but I was destined to never go back to the way things were before.

"Mr. Moriarty, please come in. I need to speak with you alone."

Narcissa nodded to Moriarty, her eyes filled with expectation and pleading, and stepped aside to make way for him.

The three or five noblewomen following behind Narcissa stared at her in a daze.

As expected of a woman from the Black family.

They had been comforting Narcissa in the house, and the once high and mighty Lady Malfoy had suddenly become a widow, silently shedding tears.

The noblewomen genuinely sympathized with Narcissa, but now, Moriarty has arrived.

Even the head of the Slytherin family would fall at the feet of a Black woman!

The noblewoman looked at Narcissa with envy. Since their school days, the women of the Black family had always been the most beautiful beauties.

Suddenly, Moriarty moved. He slowly walked into the villa. Lilith and Jericho exchanged a glance, and Lilith followed him. Jericho and his men stood guard at the door.

Narcissa's expression changed slightly as she watched Moriarty and Lilith's retreating figures. She gritted her teeth, seemingly having made up her mind, and followed behind them, closing the door amidst the various gazes of the crowd.

Moriarty walked into the hall, where the decorations and furnishings remained luxurious. He sat on the sofa, and Lilith sat down next to him. Moriarty raised an eyebrow, but Lilith pretended not to notice.

After Narcissa entered, she said to Lilith, "Miss Pilivik, could you go and check on Draco? He's been locking himself in his bedroom, and I'm worried..."

"Sorry, I can't!" Lilith refused outright. Trying to get rid of me? No way. I'd like to see what you have to say to him!

An elegant smile bloomed on her face. "Don't worry, we have plenty of time to comfort your son. Now, please speak your mind."

Narcissa looked at Moriarty, who made no comment, which she knew was tacit agreement.

"Well," Narcissa sighed, sitting down on a single sofa, her eyes instantly filling with tears that seemed about to burst forth. "Mr. Moriarty, you see—less than two hours after the Daily Prophet was published, my doorstep was filled with strangers!"

(End of this chapter)