The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 135 Romantic and Simp

Moriarty landed and floated in the middle of the Eiffel Tower, carefully examining the frozen vampire.

Her face was paler than paper, not angular like a man's, but rather possessed a feminine softness.

Jericho flew over to Moriarty's side and gestured towards the vampire with his chin: "If this guy didn't lack female physical characteristics, I would have thought we'd encountered a female vampire disguised as a man."

"Don't be silly, buddy." Leon flew over from the side, pointing at the vampire's neck. "This guy's male characteristics are quite obvious. By the way, sir, how do we get him out?"

"I'll take him. Then I'll take him to the slaughterhouse for questioning," Moriarty said calmly. He extended his right hand and placed his palm on the surface of the ice, and a hole gradually formed.

Moriarty slowly withdrew his hand, and the vampire's body slid out of the hole.

"Immediately restrain him!" Jericho unleashed a binding spell on the vampire, "in case he wakes up and attacks us."

At this moment, the purebloods arrived. They gathered together and nodded in agreement. Leon suggested casting an Imperius Curse on the vampire, but Moriarty said it wasn't the right time yet.

"Moriarty?" Tonks suddenly spoke, pointing to the woman in the vampire's arms. "And her? This Muggle girl. The vampire seems to adore her, holding her tightly."

Moriarty flicked his wrist, took out a staff from the system space, and gently tapped the vampire's hand.

The hands that had been wrapped around the woman's slender waist immediately loosened, and the woman floated to Tonks' side, while the vampire floated to Leon's side.

"You take the lady, Leon take the vampire. Let's go!" Moriarty put away his wand and flew towards the king, with Jericho following behind him.

Marcus shouted, "Let's go, my darlings!"

The winged creatures with the heads of harpies let out a loud cry in unison, flapped their wings, and glided across the horizon.

Jericho kept turning back, a smile playing on his lips. "It's not my first time in Paris, but honestly, where's the Eiffel Tower? When did it get replaced with an ice sculpture?"

The purebloods laughed; even though they had been isolated from the Muggle world since childhood, they knew the name of the Eiffel Tower.

But now, the 1000-foot-tall Eiffel Tower has been completely transformed into a tower-shaped ice sculpture.

The lights on the ground flickered, and a large crowd gathered at the base of the tower.

"I was kissing my girlfriend Lucia when she complained of being cold. I hugged her tighter, but soon I felt cold too. A gust of cold air made us hug even tighter, and as we looked around, we saw the Eiffel Tower under the moonlight like a mirror! It took us a long time to realize that it wasn't a mirror, but ice!"

"A miracle! This is a miracle!"

"No! It's a curse! Snow falling from the sky, sudden frost, and an unexpected cold snap! God, please don't abandon your people."

"I think..."

All sorts of Muggles chattered and clamored, their murmurs growing louder and louder, reaching the ears of the purebloods in the air, which only deepened the smiles on their faces.

"Who wants to bet me?" Moriarty smiled easily, "that the French Aurors won't show up within ten minutes, and the loser has to wash my boots for a month."

"Ten minutes?" Leon was skeptical. "If you're not here in three minutes, I'll eat my wand right here and now!"

He interned at the British Ministry of Magic during his holidays and gained some understanding of the duties of an Auror.

The Eiffel Tower was frozen into an ice sculpture, and the French Auror arrived in ten minutes?

Are they constipated and spending so much time in the bathroom?

"The American Aurors must arrive at the scene within three minutes, and in case of an emergency, they must appear immediately! Uh, of course, the last condition is still in the shooting scenario. I think the French Aurors shouldn't be that slow." Jericho smiled at Moriarty.

Moriarty shook his head. "The French Aurors all have a procrastination problem. You just wait and see."

Three minutes later, at the slaughterhouse.

The purebloods found an open space, sat in a circle, and gazed at the Eiffel Tower.

The smooth ice surface is like a shiny mirror, reflecting the moon and stars in the night sky, giving the Eiffel Tower a starry cloak.

Tonks blinked. "Nothing seems to have changed. Does that mean the Aurors didn't come?"

"I think it's okay," Marcus said honestly. "The Freezing Curse isn't a complicated spell, and it's quite easy for an Auror to break free from it."

Leon and Jericho exchanged a glance, and for once, they were on the same page.

"Perhaps the Aurors are lifting the spell, the freezing curse covering the Eiffel Tower, tsk tsk, you know, it's no ordinary curse."

"Yes, could the freezing spell the sir have used be an ordinary spell? Could an ordinary spell cover the entire Iron Tower? The Aurors are in trouble!"

Seeing that the two were still being stubborn, Moriarty and the others exchanged smiles.

Suddenly, flashing lights appeared around the tower, and a faint rumbling sound could be heard.

"Oh no, it's a helicopter!" Jericho slapped his forehead, and the purebloods hurriedly asked what a helicopter was.

Moriarty patted Jericho and Leon on the shoulder. "Get ready to wash your boots when you get back to school!"

Leon was baffled. How did he suddenly become the loser?

Jericho sighed heavily: "That dark, murky machine shell around the Eiffel Tower is called a helicopter!"

It is a type of transportation for Muggles. Whenever a major incident occurs, Muggles will take a helicopter to the scene. Strangely, they prefer to report on the incident and watch the excitement rather than choose to rescue people. However, no one was injured this time.

In short, we lost! Because Aurors can't fly, and with helicopters present, they couldn't investigate.

"What kind of efficiency is this? Muggles have been dispatched and the Aurors haven't even arrived yet!" Leon's eyebrows furrowed as he said fiercely, "Damn the Ministry of Magic!"

"Ahem, Senior Leon," Charlie said with a mocking smile, "You... do you remember what you said? If you're not here in three minutes, you'll eat something right here?"

"A wand!" Jericho immediately pointed at Leon. "He said he'd eat a wand! The time has come to keep his promise, Leon!"

"I..." Leon opened his mouth, but Jericho snatched his wand and held it to his lips.

Charlie and the others started clapping and chanting, "Eat! Eat! Eat!"

"Eat? You're going to eat me?"

A clear voice rang out from behind the purebloods; the vampire had awakened.

The vampire blinked, and the ropes binding him snapped on their own. As he prepared to stand up, a magic wand pressed against his head.

"Please sit down, young vampire," Moriarty said "politely," which was indeed polite if one ignored the cedarwood wand in his hand.

"Gently, gently." The vampire slowly sat down on the ground, his legs together, trying to maintain a posture that didn't look too rough. It was difficult, but he managed to do it.

"Introduce yourself." Moriarty lazily put down his wand, and with a "whoosh," thirty-five wands surrounded the vampire's head.

"A solemn ceremony, wizards." The vampire licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light. "Want to know? First, tell me, where is the girl in my arms?"

Moriarty scoffed, "You have no choice."

Leon shoved his wand into the vampire's forehead and gruffly said, "Speak!"

"Alright, alright," the vampire gently dodged away. "My name is Isaac Judah. ​​I have nothing to say about falling into the hands of a wizard, but that girl is an ordinary person. Let her go, and you can come at me. I promise I won't fight back."

"Isaac Judaism?"

"Yes, wizard." Isaac the vampire smiled confidently. "It seems you know about the Jewish family, don't you?"

"Hmph!" The purebloods stared at Isaac with ill intent and laughed, making Isaac feel uneasy.

"Didn't the head of the Malfoy family visit the Jewish Marquis two days ago? Tell me!" Leon grinned and pressed his wand against Isaac's forehead once more.

"So you were asking about him—that Lucius Malfoy!" Isaac, with the wand pressed against his head, gradually turned cold with a smile: "Tell me where that girl is? What have you done to her? Hand her over and I'll take you to see the Marquis of Judah."

The purebloods laughed as if they'd heard a hilarious joke: "The master said you have no choice!"

Isaac glanced at Moriarty discreetly, then quickly looked away. He didn't want to meet Moriarty's gaze; even though he avoided eye contact, he could still feel a pair of gray eyes firmly fixed on him.

"I see love in your eyes, Mr. Isaac," Moriarty seemed to exclaim, glancing at Tonks.

Tonks almost thought Moriarty was going to talk to him about "love," but then he realized what was going on and turned away.

The young woman floated past the crowd, lying sideways, fast asleep.

Isaac rushed to the woman's side in a panic, and after confirming that she was safe and sound, he silently kissed her forehead.

Then he gently picked up the woman and said to Moriarty, "You have guaranteed the safety of the love of my life. I am willing to be your friend. Come with me, I will take you to the Jewish Morning Castle."

Jericho looked at Isaac with eyes full of suspicion: "Can I trust you?"

Leon scoffed, "This is the first time I've seen a madman among vampires. Befriending you, sir? Please get your priorities straight!"

Tonks, however, said, "I don't think he's lying." She leaned close to Moriarty's ear and said, "Isaac's love for that woman is real. Did you notice how pale he was? But she's still a virgin, and he's refused to drink her blood."

"You can tell she's a virgin?" Moriarty asked meaningfully. "You've really grown up..."

Tonks rolled her eyes at Moriarty, her cheeks flushing red.

Moriarty stopped teasing her, walked towards Isaac, and said simply, "Lead the way."

The Poker family is taking off again.

Tonks gave his mount to Isaac and the love of his life, and reluctantly sat behind Moriarty.

"The Marquis of Judah was my grandfather. That night, he met with Mr. Lucius Malfoy alone. My grandfather was a very easy-going vampire; I think you can ask him."

Isaac, a talkative vampire, started chatting with Moriarty.

The purebloods began to believe that the Jewish Marquis was not the murderer of Lucius, at least not Isaac.

"Eek~"

The girl in Isaac's arms let out a soft murmur like a cat waking up, opened her eyes, blinked, and saw Isaac's face.

"Ahhhhh—"

The woman screamed in fright.

Isaac held her tighter, and the woman struggled to resist.

But unable to withstand Isaac's strength and worried about falling from the sky, they chose to sit still.

"Don't touch me!"

"Get your claws off me!"

"Don't look at me with those lecherous eyes!"

The woman sat down in front of Isaac with a reluctant expression, while Isaac stared straight ahead, his eyes fixed on her as if she were a rare treasure.

"I was born for you, my darling!"

"Life is a struggle, but as long as you are by my side, I am willing to record every minute and every second."

"You are my day and night, my dawn and my dusk..."

Isaac said emotionally.

The purebloods tilted their heads, seemingly memorizing Isaac's sweet words to tell their beloved boyfriends or girlfriends back at school.

Tonks hugged Moriarty tightly, citing "it's too bumpy," and now she's starting to find reasons to rest her head on Moriarty's shoulder.

Only Jericho covered his mouth and laughed, his shoulders shaking violently: "A lovestruck vampire, isn't he? Haha, a vampire who's actually in love with a woman? I've never seen anything like it!"

"What kind of romantic?" Leon scoffed. "He's clearly a simp!"

(End of this chapter)