The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 156 The Intensive Competition Begins at the Dining Table! (Please Subscribe)

The hall erupted like a cannonball, with the young wizards clapping wildly, their palms turning red, but that didn't dampen their excitement.

The applause was thunderous and prolonged. Finally, Moriarty sat down and took various foods from the table to his own plate. Only then did the teachers and students stop cheering and begin to enjoy the meal.

Lilith and Jericho sat down next to Moriarty, and Lilith took a big bite of her ice cream first.

"Aww...it smells so good!"

Jericho wildly gripped a chicken leg in his left hand and a pork chop in his right, alternating between them and putting them into his mouth, his mouth dripping with oil.

"Mmm, so delicious, so delicious!" Jericho swallowed the meat in his mouth, moved to tears, and he didn't forget to recommend it to Moriarty, "Sir, you should try it."

Jericho pushed a large plate full of roast beef in front of Moriarty.

Moriarty didn't mind, and forked a piece of roast beef to eat. Before long, his table was filled with plates, small bowls, and dishes.

These were all dishes recommended to him by others, and Moriarty accepted them all.

He had a duel with Dumbledore, then went to Avalon, met Merlin, defeated Dracula, and finally fought Diana for more than ten hours!

Starving, Moriarty devoured plate after plate of food and desserts, and soon a stack of plates piled up in front of him.

The same was true in front of Jericho and Lilith, but no one called them rude, including Leon.

Everyone was starving. Since even Mr. Moriarty was eating to his heart's content, why couldn't they eat as much as they wanted?

The boy buried his head in his food and ate like crazy!

Girls can eat a little more too!

A little bit (×)

A tiny bit (√)

The young wizards focused intently on the food in front of them, and soon each of them had a pile of plates and a pile of bowls in front of them.

As if a gust of wind had swept by, only leftover food remained on the four long tables.

Dumbledore's lips twitched, and he ordered the house-elves to bring out a batch of identical food.

A house-elf, the leader of the group, ran over in a panic: "Headmaster, I'm so sorry, so sorry..."

He kept bowing and apologizing, his head almost touching the ground. Dumbledore had to stop him from punishing himself, and then heard him say in a trembling voice, "Headmaster, the kitchen's ingredients are all used up! We...we can't make any more food!"

The hall fell silent. The young wizards all turned to look at the house-elves, while the professors stared at the young wizards.

"He said the ingredients are all used up?" Jericho mumbled, his mouth full of pudding.

"Can't make any more food?" Charlie opened his mouth, slightly stunned, as a piece of chocolate crucible cake fell out of his mouth.

The students realized that the food in front of them was the last lunch, and they all started a fierce battle to grab the food.

Moriarty had just swallowed the last bite of his Cornish pie, smacked his lips, blinked, and stared intently at the Welsh rabbit meat not far away, the aroma of the salty and spicy sauce and the smell of the meat filling his nose.

"Gulp." He swallowed hard and reached for the plate. At that moment, a small, fair hand also reached out.

They crossed their hands and grabbed the plate at the same time.

"Hmm?" Moriarty looked over.

Meeting Lilith's bright, sparkling eyes, she asked, "Oh, Moriarty, do you want to eat it too?"

"Rabbits aren't anything special, but at Hogwarts, roasted rabbit is a rare dish," Moriarty said, glancing at the Hufflepuff table.

The little badgers scrambled around the roasted rabbit dish, and Moriarty spotted the excited Tonks.

As everyone knows, Tonks loves to eat rabbit meat; heaven knows what her guardian angel Michelle thinks.

Perhaps this is why Tonks was able to unleash the Guardian Charm?

In short, because Tonks liked to eat rabbit meat, the little badgers were influenced to also like to eat rabbit meat.

So without realizing it, it rolled up!

A large amount of rabbit stew has flooded Badger House, causing a shortage of rabbit stew for the other three houses. Moriarty will not allow this plate of rabbit stew on the Slytherin House table to be served!

Lilith clearly shared the same thought, and she smiled, "Rabbit meat has beauty and skin-nourishing effects; you wouldn't compete with a girl for that, would you?"

"Beauty and skincare?" Moriarty rolled his eyes. "Save that for fooling ghosts."

"Oh dear, really!" Lilith chided softly, "You're always trying to take it from me! I suggest you eat the roast duck, okay?"

"Roast duck?" Moriarty raised an eyebrow, turned to the side, and revealed Jericho and Marcus staring at each other over a plate of roast duck slices.

The two boys stared intently at each other. If you ignored the roast duck plates they were holding and drew a picture of them, it would surely be remembered for generations.

Lilith stuck out her tongue, about to say something, when she saw Leon holding his fork and commenting, "Speaking of which, the boys' president has to criticize you. You need to learn to be considerate! Understand? Why don't you two just eat together?"

Moriarty abruptly turned his head, glaring at Leon: "One dish isn't enough for the two of us!"

Lilith's expression and actions were exactly the same: "How can one dish be shared by two people? Unless there are two dishes, or only one person!"

"Lilith!"

"Moriarty!"

The two stared at each other, seemingly ready to duel over the rabbit dish, but the smile in their eyes did not escape Leon's notice.

The male student leader shook his head, picked up the steak and kidney pudding, and prepared to enjoy it, when he heard the female student leader ask him, "Um, could I share some of the pudding?"

"Sorry, no!" Leon, who had just been talking about "humility," resolutely refused, saying firmly, "It's not good for girls to eat pudding, so stay away from my pudding."

The head of the girls' club was a seventh-year student from Ravenclaw. There was no more pudding on their table, so she came to Leon hoping to share some with him, but she overheard this conversation.

She stood there dumbfounded, her face conveying only one word: "humility".

"Moriarty! Don't argue with Lilith, I've saved you a plate of roasted rabbit!" Tonks' voice came from the Hufflepuff table. She had changed her hair to blue today, making her easy to recognize.

Moriarty immediately saw his senior classmate carrying a large plate, walking over with a smile.

"Nymph~ You are my fairy at this moment!" Moriarty took the plate and took a sip of the meaty aroma.

Tonks beamed.

"Why have you become so glib since you came back? Did you eat too much greasy meat?"

No, I'm telling the truth.

One sentence made Tonks overjoyed.

Lilith gave a soft hum, turned to Gemma Farley, promised her half a rabbit, and then the two girls walked toward Moriarty and Tonks.

"Moriarty," Gemma said, feigning seriousness, "when will we be able to achieve rabbit freedom like Hufflepuff?"

"That shouldn't be too difficult," Moriarty said, wolfing down his food. "Tell the house-elves to do it tomorrow."

If everyone hadn't been starving, the Hogwarts kitchens wouldn't have been unable to cook—being controlled is physically demanding, for both teachers and students, and for house-elves as well.

"I'm not going. I don't want people to think I'm a foodie. I'm just deeply worried about everyone's future meals."

Gemma frowned, looking pitying.

"What are you worried about?" Tonks felt that Gemma was after her, but she had no proof.

"I'm worried that the school will eventually be dragged into chaos by Hufflepuff."

Tonks chuckled and, as if to spite Gemma, sat down next to Moriarty, her eyes crinkling as if she wanted to cling to him.

"So you like rabbit meat! You should have said so earlier! I'd cook it for you every day so you could eat your fill!"

Her actions were so obvious that it was clear to everyone that she had something big on her mind. Many girls in the auditorium looked over and their gazes became serious.

"Stop fooling around, Nymph." Moriarty gave her an amused look, and Tonks returned to normal, staring longingly at the rabbit meat: "I want some too~"

"Oh, then you've finished eating. I'm almost full." Moriarty wiped his mouth, thoroughly satisfied with the meal.

Tonks happily took Moriarty's fork and buried herself in eating, but she always felt that many eyes were on her.

Looking at Tonks, the little witches had a thoughtful look on their faces. Could it be that by winning Moriarty's stomach, they could win his heart?

(End of this chapter)