The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 137 Moriarty vs. the Vampire Grand Duke (Please Subscribe)

One step, two steps, three steps...

Moriarty walked toward Quinlan with firm and agile steps, and slowly closed his eyes.

"System, list the spells in the shop that cost over 10,000 points."

He has 35800 and urgently needs to exchange them for several powerful spells.

In the system shop, Moriarty saw many powerful spells:

Ice Fist Sanction: 10000 points.

He unleashed a devastating punch; the wounds inflicted by the ice fist could not be healed with ordinary magic.

(Triggers a sanction effect every minute: 10 hits in a row. One punch is equivalent to the damage of 18 hits in a row.)

Acid rain spray: 10000 points.

A summoning spell, with a one-second casting animation. It sprays acid rain as a mist, possessing corrosive and dissolving properties. The amount of rain sprayed is determined by the caster's magic power.

Haihe Waterfall: 25000 points.

A summoning spell with a three-second casting animation. Summons a massive waterfall at -87°C, possessing both oceanic (submerging) and riveric (impact) water properties.

Ocean Philanthropy: 25000 points.

It takes effect instantly, restoring the caster to 50% of their health, mana, and spirit.

Guardian Spell: 30000 points.

Note: This item cannot be used temporarily after redemption!

With the great battle imminent, Moriarty, disregarding the issue of his Guardian Charm being unusable, told the system, "Exchange for Ice Fist Judgment and Oceanic Compassion!"

"Spend 35000 points to redeem Ice Fist Sanction and Ocean Compassion. Please confirm?"

"confirm."

"Ding dong~ Congratulations on your successful redemption. You have 800 points remaining. I wish you a speedy rise to become the mastermind behind the scenes."

A chill ran through Moriarty's arms, and he instinctively clenched his fists, where two faint blue fist shadows flickered.

A warm feeling washed over Moriarty again, and he learned the magic of ocean love.

"Moriarty!!!"

A scream came from behind!

He opened his eyes and saw Kunlan approaching.

One meter, two meters, three meters...

Kunlan has transformed into battle form!

His slender right arm transformed into a werewolf's arm, thick and bulging with muscles, brimming with explosive power!

Five wolf claws gleamed coldly within the long wolf fur.

He held a silver sword in his left hand, reflecting starlight from the sky.

"It's not just wizards who have evolved over the millennia; vampires have also kept up with the times," Quinlan sneered, his four sharp fangs displaying an eerie blue-purple hue.

For anyone who gets bitten, death may be the least painful thing!

"Moriarty, watch out!"

Tonks could no longer contain his worry and shouted loudly.

She wanted to go up and help Moriarty, but she couldn't.

Although the Duke of Quinlan did not name names, his presence meant that they had to send a wizard of equal status and strength to the vampire duke.

Only Moriarty is qualified to fight him. If anyone else helps him, the dignity and honor of the pure-blooded English will become a joke!

The purebloods were all worried for Moriarty. Werewolves and vampires were mortal enemies, a story they had heard countless times since childhood.

Using silver weapons to deal with vampires is common knowledge in the wizarding world.

However, the Grand Duke of Quinlan's fighting style completely overturned the wizarding world's understanding of vampires!

"Moriarty!"

A wave of heat, carrying the stench of blood, rushed toward Moriarty's face. Quinlan was face to face with him, his wolf claws moving from left to right, bringing a stench, as they slashed toward Moriarty's head!

Quinlan's eyes gleamed with a bloodlust, as if the next moment, Moriarty's head would be shattered like a sliced ​​watermelon, scattering red and white across the ground.

The purebloods held their breath...

The old Jew and Isaac held their breath...

Moriarty clenched his left fist. "Ice Fist Judgment!"

An ice fist the size of a school desk struck the wolf claw. "Bang bang bang..." Eighteen collision sounds rang out in succession. A single punch dealt the damage of eighteen punches, and Kunlan was sent flying far away.

"Snap!"

Five wolf claws shattered at the root, and the wrist was also punished.

A thick piece of white bone was exposed, and broken claw fragments lay on the ground. Blood was dripping from Kunlan's wolf arm and wrist, and a layer of shiny ice crystals clung to its fur!

Everyone present, whether wizards or vampires, was stunned.

"Huh?!" Kunlan slowly steadied himself, the shock in his eyes had not yet faded, but turned into pain. He glanced at his right arm, where the ice crystals at the severed wrist began to spread upwards.

"Passive Magic Tide, activated," Moriarty thought to himself.

Quinlan felt a chill run down his spine, but he licked his lips and smiled eerily: "Ice magic? That's effective against vampires. But what makes you think I can't use magic?"

"With my blood, I will make the ice belong to another!"

"Crack crack crack..." A tooth-grinding grinding sound appeared, and Kunlan's right hand turned into a blood-red ice fist.

Most strangely, Moriarty has lost contact with the water elemental magic that previously entered Quinlan's body!

"Blood Ice Fist Judgment!"

Quinlan charged forward with a sinister grin, seizing Moriarty's water elemental magic and using it to attack Moriarty!

Moriarty wasn't sure if he could deal the damage required to inflict the full effect, so he swung his staff in front of him: "Heartbreaker!"

"Little trick!" Quinlan shouted, slamming his fist into the incoming spell. "Cowardly wizard, come and fight me hand-to-hand!"

His tone was arrogant and his manner intimidating.

Blood Ice Fist, like Quinlan's spirit, knocked down the Cruciatus Curse, but Moriarty only caught a single fist shadow! It didn't have the effect of the eighteen punches.

great!

Moriarty touched the ground with his toes, silently chanted "Dimoaka," and "whoosh," he flew up. He threw the Slytherin staff into the air, and water elemental magic flowed into the air with the spinning staff, raging wildly!

The wizards and vampires watching the battle felt a chill run down their spines. They looked up in alarm and saw fine raindrops mixed with leaf-like snowflakes falling!

Then a biting north wind howled past.

"Weather Spell: Freezing Rain!"

"Weather Spell: Frost and Snow Fall!"

"Weather Spell - Bitter Wind Blows!"

Aside from "The Bitter Wind" which was provided by the system, the other two were new spells that Moriarty came up with on the spur of the moment!

Moriarty saw through Quinlan's magic: "What you call magic is just a vampire's unique 'blood curse'!"

"With this powerful magic that alters nature with human effort, you cannot claim my water elemental magic for yourself."

"You bastard!" Quinlan roared, clearly stung by Moriarty's words. "You think I only know magic? I—cough cough cough, ptooey!"

A raindrop fell into Kunlan's mouth, landing squarely on his tongue!

The magic of the water element found fertile ground and quickly took root on the surface of Kunlan's tongue.

As Quinlan spat, Moriarty landed behind him, grabbed his neck with both hands, and unleashed "Touch of Cold Wrath"!

A large amount of frost, along with raindrops, snowflakes, and cold winds from all directions, worked together to freeze Kunlan's neck in just one second, and then continued its relentless attack, spreading to all parts of his body.

Kunlan bit her tongue hard, and the blood that broke her tongue flowed into her mouth, turning into a warm current that spread throughout her body and dispelled the chill.

"Trying to outdo me in close combat?" Kunlan sneered arrogantly. "You'll regret being born!"

With a "whoosh," the silver sword sprang out, and Quinlan gripped it tightly with his left arm in a strange posture, thrusting it back toward Moriarty's neck.

"Quite the vengeful one," Moriarty sneered, lifting his right hand from Quinlan's neck. "Whoosh, staff!"

With a flash of silver light, the Slytherin staff landed in Moriarty's right hand. He twisted his wrist, and with a crisp "clang," the staff blocked the silver sword.

Kunlan switched to his right hand and silently recited a mysterious incantation. A large amount of black slime gushed out from the severed part of his right wrist!

It chugs and chugs as it's flung towards Moriarty!

"Poisonous! Do not come into direct contact with it."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes, changed his left hand from a palm to a fist, and unleashed Ice Fist Judgment, slamming it hard into Quinlan's left shoulder!

"Bang!"

Quinlan's left shoulder was smashed open, his scapula was completely shattered, and his entire left arm hung limply at his sides.

However, the Ice Fist came with a punitive effect. The 18-hit combo of Ice Fist sent Quinlan flying, and the pain from head to toe made him scream in agony!

"Clatter!"

Kunlan fell to the cold ground.

Quinlan lost?!

The thought crossed everyone's mind: Is this true?

Leon, the eldest of the purebloods, suppressed his excitement, drew his wand, and pointed it at the Quinlan vampire: "Hogwarts Pureblood Army! Attack!"

(End of this chapter)