The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 146 Fight me?

Diana lightly touched the ground with her toes and jumped in front of Dumbledore, pressing her hands lightly into the air and giving him a gentle push.

It looks like something is flying over!

Moriarty frowned slightly, recalling that earlier affability; perhaps it was the "natural magic" Dracula had mentioned?

"Nature's blessing!" Diana said softly, as if afraid of disturbing the small animals in the forest.

The breath of nature wafted over, melting away Moriarty's water elemental magic like a gentle spring breeze and rain.

Moriarty subconsciously clenched his left fist, and the icy effect on his fist disappeared.

"A wondrous nature magic, seemingly a type of Great Blessing spell, yet infused with the essence of the forest," Moriarty commented, while swiftly casting a Super Armor Charm and a Disillusionment Charm on himself.

"Whispering Serpent!"

Large, dark shadows appeared around Diana. As Moriarty uttered a Parseltongue, the shadows exploded, and black snakes surrounded Diana.

"Nature magic has the ability to break through elements, but the serpent is very special. It doesn't possess magic power itself, nor does it have elemental magic effects. The serpent is a part of nature. Diana, what will you use to break it?"

Moriarty's cool voice rang out from somewhere in the hall; he was observing Diana, trying to analyze the principles of natural magic.

Diana's long, pointed ears twitched beautifully, accurately pinpointing Moriarty's location, and she extended her right index finger, shooting a spell in that direction.

"Bang!"

The spell struck the wall. Moriarty couldn't be expected to stay put, so he moved to another spot and said, "The elves' fingers are their wands. Very well, I've got it. No wonder fairies and house-elves use their fingers to cast spells; the root of the problem lies with the elves."

Diana looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Moriarty had left. By then, the serpent had already crawled up her long, fair, and plump legs to her waist.

However, Diana acted as if she hadn't seen him. She kept shifting her gaze, trying to find Moriarty, but eventually she found that she couldn't lock onto her target. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

The serpent crawled onto Diana's chest. Moriarty seemed oblivious to Diana's alluring figure, his ruthless heart suddenly clenching his left hand into a fist.

Upon receiving the command, the serpents joined their tails together, forming a thick, black rope that bound Diana tightly.

Diana's knees, waist, and neck were tightly bound, making her alluring figure even more exaggerated, with her enormous breasts almost bursting out.

Moriarty couldn't help but glance at it a few more times, which made Lilith stomp her feet in anger.

However, Moriarty quickly shifted his gaze and saw a red mark on Diana's fair skin. She was having difficulty breathing, but she seemed to have lost the ability to feel pain and remained silent.

"brush!"

Diana opened her eyes and hoarsely uttered a word Moriarty had never heard before: "Goodnight, Moon!"

Moriarty narrowed his eyes. This language…

Suddenly, a beam of bright moonlight appeared above Diana's head, making her golden hair shine. The black snakes binding her body turned into black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The moonlight shone down, and Moriarty was surprised to find that he had appeared!

"Interesting magic," Moriarty thought, his invisibility broken. He wasn't worried at all. He held out his hand and let the light shine on it. The moonlight was cold and cool, nothing unusual about it, but it had broken both of Moriarty's spells.

"Break the demon."

Moriarty's gaze sharpened, then he changed tactics, casting a small spell on himself, "Swift as the Wind," and nimbly rushed towards Diana!

"Hmph!" Diana twitched her nostrils and gave a soft snort, then charged towards Moriarty as well.

When the two were less than a meter apart, Diana raised her right arm and slammed her right fist into Moriarty's face. Moriarty raised his left hand to block.

A tremendous force struck, and Moriarty's entire left arm trembled violently, a tingling and numb sensation spreading throughout his body.

"You're a woman, how can you be so strong!?" Moriarty exclaimed in surprise for the first time. Now he knew why Dracula had sent Diana into battle.

Old Dumbledore possesses powerful magical effects and abundant magic power, but he is not good at fighting. Diana makes up for Old Dumbledore's shortcomings. Moreover, as an elven priestess, she is a master of nature magic.

The duo's combination seems perfect, but they have a fatal weakness!

A glint flashed in Moriarty's eyes. Dracula could only control one of them at a time—he could control Diana, but not Dumbledore. He could control Dumbledore, but not Diana.

Having devised a plan to defeat the enemy, Moriarty shook his sore and throbbing left arm, wielding his staff like a club and slashing fiercely at Diana. Diana chose to block with her wrist.

"Snapped!"

A bloody mark appeared on Diana's wrist, but in a flash of moonlight, her wrist returned to its original state, dazzlingly white.

Moriarty planted his staff in the ground, freeing his right hand to grab Diana's wrist. Water elemental magic surged forth, enveloping Moriarty and Diana in frost along their arms.

The moonlight and frost engaged in a fierce battle. Diana began to struggle, and mysterious words kept escaping from her red lips, making the moonlight even brighter.

A ruthless glint flashed in Moriarty's eyes. "Ice Serpent Dance! Ice magic circle, with me at its core, activate!"

Twelve green snake heads emerged from Moriarty's body!

A bone-chilling cold filled the hall, and Diana's wrists were already frozen. As the bodies of the twelve serpents slowly emerged, the moonlight grew weaker and weaker.

Diana's expression finally turned serious, and her voice suddenly rose, as if the breath of nature and the chill were locked in a battle.

Jericho and Lilith hurriedly ran out of the hall, which was now divided in two. One side was the biting cold of winter, with a blizzard brewing in the air that threatened to freeze everything to death!

On the other side, in stark contrast, is springtime, with its warm sunshine and blooming flowers, filled with soft light and fresh fragrance.

Strangely, at the juncture of spring and winter—Moriarty and Diana—the ice froze their hands, making them appear as if their fingers were intertwined.

Lilith's face darkened instantly, and her hands clenched into fists beneath her robes. Jericho suspected she might draw her wand and cast a Cruciatus Curse on Diana.

It's not just possible, it's certain! If their hands had clasped a few more minutes!

Unfortunately, Jericho didn't see Lilith go berserk. The twelve ice serpents began to rage, dancing in the air like dragons and obscuring the moonlight.

Soon, the chill seeped into Diana's body, freezing her from her feet onwards!

Knowing that the spread of the frost was unstoppable, Dracula decisively abandoned controlling Diana and began to control Dumbledore.

Dumbledore raised his wand and instead of chanting a spell, he let out a sound that was both howling and roaring. A flash of light appeared, and the blizzard was instantly dispersed!

A thought flashed through Moriarty's mind; if he hadn't been fluent in dragon language, he wouldn't have recognized it.

That's right, Dumbledore was speaking Dragon Language! It means: Flashing Dragon Roar.

Dragon language! Dumbledore is speaking dragon language!

Moriarty suddenly remembered a quote: "Dragons and spirits are the most suitable beings in the world to study mysticism." These were words spoken by Dracula himself.

So the mysterious language Diana spoke was Elvish!

Dragon language and Elven language!

Alchemy, Merlin's Brain Dimension, Sleeping Dragon, No Helmet Armor!

Moriarty now understood why Dracula had paired Dumbledore with Diana as his adversaries; he understood everything!

Everything unfolded slowly in Moriarty's mind...

"Such a deep scheme, each step linked to the next, one lie concealing another, turning truth into falsehood, reversing right and wrong—an old monster who has lived for thousands of years? Hmph!"

The situation was unfavorable for Moriarty. The flashes of dragon language and the moonlight of elven language mingled, the blizzard could not regroup, and the twelve ice serpents had shrunk by half. However, Moriarty curled the corners of his mouth and his eyes gleamed.

(End of this chapter)