The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 132 The Widow's Plea (Narcissa, please subscribe!)

"Foreign wizards outside, if they utter even half a word of truth, will be sniffed up and fly to the sky."

In just one meeting, Moriarty saw through the nature of that group, and found that there were indeed some real creditors among them—though they made up a very small percentage. The Malfoy family had only lost Lucius and had not yet begun to decline.

The remaining people, apart from a few genuine business partners of the Malfoy family who had come from abroad, were mostly...

All they do is cause trouble, stir up trouble, and take advantage of others' misfortunes...

It all looks like there's a behind-the-scenes force pulling things up...

Moriarty would not allow another mastermind to exist in this world.

He stared at Narcissa, his intention clear: he wanted her to tell the truth!

Narcissa gently pursed her lips, the sorrow on her face gradually fading. Despite her pitiful and helpless appearance, she stubbornly disguised herself with indifference.

However, the loneliness emanating from her was that of a widowed wife, which could not be hidden from Moriarty.

However, the pride and glory that had accumulated over thirty years as Miss Black and Mrs. Malfoy made her unwilling to bow her head to anyone.

These two distinct qualities give Narcissa a captivating charm.

Like a pure daffodil beginning to wither, now stained with dust. The noble, aloof rose, its thorns broken.

Any other man would have pounced on it like a hungry tiger, savoring the blend of the two floral scents.

Ugh!

Moriarty looked at Narcissa and sighed inwardly, "Lucius!"

You really lost out big time.

Narcissa noticed that Moriarty was looking at her strangely, and she felt anxious and uneasy.

As the matriarch of the Malfoy family, nothing in the family's troubles could be hidden from her.

The Malfoy family has a simple internal structure and no power struggles. As long as Draco can protect the family property and business, he will be the next head of the family.

The key to the problem lies with Draco.

Narcissa knew her son Draco inside and out; he was a spoiled child who was smart, obedient, and polite.

But he was just a child, a little kid.

Narcissa glanced at Moriarty, then closed her eyes, feeling agitated.

Moriarty is only three years older than Draco. If Draco had one-third, or perhaps only one-thirtieth, of Moriarty's strength and talent...

Narcissa wouldn't be this tired.

Her opinion of Moriarty was simple: he had enormous potential, exceptional talent, formidable strength, and a powerful yet clean background.

Strength is relative. As far as Narcissa knows, there are at least double-digit numbers of pure-blood wizards stronger than Moriarty.

However, there are few purebloods with a background stronger and cleaner than Moriarty's.

The Slytherin family is different from the Holy Twenty-Eight; they are a legendary pure-blood family.

To this day, no wizard knows what happened to the Slytherin family after Salazar left Hogwarts, no one knows the details and history of the Slytherin family, and no one knows the wealth of the Slytherin family.

Because the background is so powerful, it's clean!

Wealth, political resources, power, connections, magic... Moriarty will have the "treasure" accumulated by the Malfoy family for generations within ten years.

That's why Narcissa, confident that Moriarty wouldn't do anything to the Malfoy family, asked him for help.

She had her own ulterior motives and was unwilling to tell Moriarty the truth.

As a woman of the Black family, the mistress of the Malfoy family, and Draco's mother, none of these identities would allow Narcissa to bow down to a boy more than twenty years her junior.

But?

Seeing that Moriarty remained unmoved by her refusal to tell the truth, Narcissa finally decided to tell the whole story.

"Those wizards outside were sent by the head of the Travers family. The recent troubles in the Malfoy family are inextricably linked to him. He... pursued me back in our student days, and perhaps he thinks this is a good opportunity to use the Malfoy family to pressure me—I won't let him succeed."

Narcissa frowned in disgust at the mention of her former suitors.

Although she didn't elaborate, the bitterness she endured was obvious.

However, Moriarty stroked his chin, recalling that the wizard representing the Travers family at the last pureblood gathering was an old man.

Was that old man and Narcissa classmates?

"Ahem," Lilith cleared her throat. "The head of the Travers family is over 70 years old, and there is another Travers imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Mrs. Malfoy, are you implying that Travers Jr., while in Azkaban, can remotely command wizards?"

“I didn’t say that,” Narcissa shook her head, her gaze deep and unfathomable. “Little Travers has an older brother; they are twins. He dropped out of school in the third grade, so no one knows about him.”

Moriarty and Lilith exchanged a glance, and Lilith chuckled, "Please continue."

Clearly, the two believed Narcissa was making up a story.

Narcissa knew they wouldn't believe her, so she had to elaborate: "The reason for Grand Travers's expulsion was largely related to my husband, whose father, Abraxas Malfoy, was... very familiar with the Dark Lord."

At the time, Lucius was pursuing me, and Old Trafford, not daring to offend Malfoy, expelled Big Trafford from school.

Lilith suddenly listened with great interest. Although her class of Slytherin had the most pure-bloods in the last decade, the peak era of Slytherin House was created by Voldemort and the first group of Death Eaters working together.

Lily was extremely interested in the love, hate, and grudges of the previous generation.

"Enough, Mrs. Malfoy!" Moriarty waved his hand, interrupting the hard-won harmony between Narcissa and Lilith. "I don't want to hear about your love affairs; I just need you to tell me what you can and cannot do."

Moriarty adjusted his posture, and Lilith tactfully moved a little further away.

"Can the Malfoy family handle the wizards outside?"

"..." Narcissus thought about it seriously. The Parkinson, Greengrass, Nott and other families were still reliable and enough to suppress the Travers family.

She straightened her back and said, "Yes!"

"Can the Malfoy family retain their foreign partners, persuade other pure-bloods to continue their cooperation, and continue their Muggle business?"

"Yes!" Narcissa said matter-of-factly. The Malfoy family line wasn't extinct, and there was even a woman from the Black family!

After Narcissa finished speaking, she became even more confident, her eyes shining, and her former arrogance, domineering nature, nobility, and pride seemed to have returned.

Moriarty curled his lips into a playful smile. She wouldn't back down until he brought this woman down to earth. The Malfoy family was just the Malfoy family.

"Can the Malfoy family withstand the vampires' revenge?"

"What?" Narcissa exclaimed incredulously, "They've already killed my husband, why won't they leave us alone?"

Moriarty's eyes were cold, and his words plunged Narcissa into an icy abyss: "Because there is a wizard in the Malfoy family who knows the location of the Marquess of Judah."

Narcissa leaned back on the sofa as if all the air had been drained from her body.

Moriarty moved closer to her face, gazing at her fair and beautiful features, and said softly, "Answer me, Mrs. Malfoy!"

Narcissa opened her mouth, hesitated for a long time, and then whispered, "No..."

Moriarty sat back down and said casually, "Can the Malfoy family suppress the frenzy among the various British families to carve up the Malfoy family?"

Narcissa opened her mouth as if to say yes, that her sister and brother-in-law, Bellatrix Lestrange and Rodolph Lestrange, were imprisoned in Azkaban.

No one dares to touch the Galleons of the Lestrange family! They're still locked away in Gringotts' vault.

Narcissa swallowed her words back before she could finish them.

She saw Lilith with her legs crossed, tiptoeing, looking at her with a half-smile!

The girls in the Pilivik family don't even know basic manners!

Narcissa cursed inwardly, then suddenly realized that it wasn't that Lilith didn't understand etiquette, but that she herself was no longer worthy of it.

Like the beggars in the London Underground, would Narcissa greet them? She wouldn't even glance at them, finding them filthy!

Narcissa felt a sharp pang in her heart. Countless witches had once bowed respectfully before her, and she, like Lilith, had freely and unrestrainedly displayed her youthful and graceful figure.

Now, it's finally her turn to taste the bitter fruit.

Even if a pure-blood family has the help of families like Parkinson's, how long can they help?

There's also a powerful family!

Normally, Narcissa wouldn't mind using her wealth to secure peaceful coexistence with the powerful family—that's what the Malfoy family has always done.

But with Fouché taking office next year and political changes taking place, who wouldn't want a piece of the pie? If there's not enough pie, then find another one to share!

It is obvious that the Malfoy family, with its orphans and widows, is a juicy and delicious cake!

By that day, the Malfoy family will no longer matter; the lives and safety of the orphans and widows will be the real issues.

They may be forced to leave Britain.

Perhaps they will have to live with other families and be subservient to them.

He might be sentenced to Azkaban by greedy politicians!

Lucius and Narcissa were both Death Eaters! Who says that wizards blinded by greed won't bring up the past again!

Perhaps he'll be taken over by Grand Travers! Draco is being beaten up every day!

Perhaps he'll even be killed by vampires!

Maybe……

"No—" Narcissa suddenly clutched her head, grabbing her hair and shaking her head violently, "No, no, no, no! I don't want to..."

Moriarty pressed his advantage, using his staff to lift a strand of blonde hair that fell across her face. "Answer me, Mrs. Malfoy! Yes or no?"

"..." Narcissa slowly shook her head, biting her lip tightly. Moriarty smiled and said, "Perhaps I should ask another question: can the Malfoy family..."

"No!"

Narcissa threw her head back and let out a wail of pain. When she lowered her head, tears were streaming down her face. She knelt down in front of Moriarty with a thud and sobbed uncontrollably.

"Moriarty, Moriarty!" Narcissa grabbed the Slytherin staff as if it were a lifeline. "Please, save me, save my son Draco!"

The Malfoy family is willing to give anything, everything, as long as you can protect us!

"I want to, I can... I'll do anything! You can make me do anything!"

Narcissa's lips trembled; her mental defenses had crumbled, and she was becoming somewhat incoherent.

She gently shook the tip of her staff, and the arrogance and light in her eyes vanished, replaced by pleading, sadness, and ingratiation.

"Moriarty! Please, please help the Malfoy family!" Narcissa knelt deeply at Moriarty's feet.

Looking at the submissive Narcissa, Lilith felt an urge to stomp on Narcissa's head.

She managed to suppress the urge by turning her gaze to Moriarty and not looking away.

Lilith witnessed firsthand how the proud Lady Malfoy gradually transformed into the pitiful Narcissa, kneeling before her.

Lilith's beautiful eyes flashed. "Thank you, Moriarty. I've learned another trick."

(End of this chapter)