The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 160 The Outrageous Lottery

The system replied: "The system detected that the host has 500800 points, 20 exploration draws, and 10 achievement draws. Would the host like to participate in the draws?"

Moriarty thought for a moment. Now he had plenty of time to draw a prize, and maybe he could win an item or magic that could help Lockhart.

"Draw it." Moriarty was ready to put the reward into the system space.

"Ding-dong~ Congratulations, host, you have obtained a pair of Nymphadora Tonks's tights!"

A delicate, virginal fragrance wafted out—yes, it was Tonks's scent, Moriarty confirmed.

Then it dawned on her: what if Tonks noticed that she had lost something?

The system then proceeded with a lottery draw: "Congratulations, host, you have won a pair of Diana's high heels."

She's already mine, so how can her shoes be considered a reward?

Moriarty had some reservations.

As if fate had heard Moriarty's thoughts, he drew Narcissa's towel and Lilith's stockings in quick succession.

The bath towel was large, and Narcissa's curvaceous figure could be vaguely seen through the folds in it.

The socks were small and delicate, reminding Moriarty of Lilith's adorable feet.

Whether it's the bath towels or the socks, everything exudes a captivating fragrance.

But that's all there is to it.

Moriarty reluctantly placed a pile of women's clothes into the system space.

If I don't hide it—well, no!

If it is not returned to the system space, and the students see it, Moriarty will be unable to defend himself.

His original intention was simply to draw a spell that could help Lockhart, but now it seems unlikely.

Moriarty even wondered if he would draw a love potion or some kind of love magic next.

"I mourn for Lockhart." He shook his head.

The system also extracted the remaining rewards.

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained 6 magical potions: Love Potion, Felix Felicis (one ounce), One Dose of Life and Death, Nagging Soup, Burn Ointment, and Bruising Eliminator."

Congratulations, host, you have acquired 6 spells: Concealment Spell, Bridging Spell, Boggart Expulsion Spell, Healing Broom Spell, Barrier Spell, and the Curse on the Marvolo Gaunt Ring.

Congratulations, host, you have obtained two alchemy items: 3 Transmission Scrolls and thermal socks (wearing these will keep your feet warm for 999 hours).

This lottery draw has ended. Would you like to continue?

As expected, the aphrodisiac was administered!

Forget it, today isn't the day for a lottery!

Moriarty did not choose to continue the lottery; today's prizes were strange, and he was afraid of drawing something outrageous again.

He turned his attention to the newly appeared alchemical artifact: "System, explain the Transmission Scroll."

"Transmission Scroll: Allows you to transfer one spell that the host has learned to the host's lover or servant."

"Then what would constitute my lover or servant? What are the standards for pacification?" Moriarty asked.

"Currently, the host's potential romantic partners are the Ancient Elf Queen and the Elf Priestess Diana. His potential servant is Gilderoy Lockhart."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes. He did indeed only have Diana as a woman, but Marcus was his earliest follower, and old Flint was also his servant.

Their loyalty is beyond question. However, within the system, only Lockhart meets the standards for using the Transmission Scroll, demonstrating the stringent requirements for its use.

There must be other conditions, right?

Sure enough, the system added: "The host needs to spend 10 points to exchange for the Mind Contract spell in Mind Magic. In your mind, call upon the object you want to use it on, sign a contract with the object, and then use the Transmission Scroll."

The system explained it to Moriarty, who found it quite convenient.

"System, exchange for a Magic Mind Contract."

"Ding-dong~ Congratulations, host, on your successful redemption. You have 400800 points remaining. We wish you a speedy rise to become the mastermind behind the scenes."

Moriarty learned the spell, and in his mind he called out, "Lohart, Lockhart?"

Lockhart, far away on Boulevard de Rose in York, France, suddenly stood up.

"I think I heard the young master's voice..." Lockhart looked around.

This action terrified the editor-in-chief of the Thought Newspaper, who was behind a bookstore and about to hold a book launch. He was afraid Lockhart would go crazy.

"Lockhart, stop looking. I'm communicating with you through magic." Moriarty explained it to him in detail, and Lockhart finally understood. He happily signed a mental contract with Moriarty, becoming his master.

Moriarty used the Transmission Scroll to teach Lockhart his water elemental magic, Touch of Frost.

Lockhart felt a massive chill rise from his heart, spreading through his limbs and bones, like a gentle stream slowly flowing into his brain.

"It feels so good." Lockhart closed his eyes, the sensation of magic flowing through his body giving him immense physical and mental satisfaction.

Although he was a wizard, he knew very few spells besides the Memory Charm.

One of the main reasons I initially recognized Moriarty as my master was my hope to follow him and see the magical world.

Lockhart placed his hands on the armrests of the chair, and a layer of frost immediately appeared on them, enveloping the entire room in a chilling cold. He opened his eyes and smiled proudly.

Now he knows he is getting closer and closer to the sky.

"Come with me to the book launch." Lockhart's words were full of confidence. He stared intently at the wizards in the room and said to the newspaper editor, "Then you will get what you want, and I will take care of the French Ministry of Magic."

After saying that, he strode out of the room, while the president excitedly drew his wand and floated the chair Lockhart had been sitting in, hovering behind them.

At noon French time, the book launch for "Dancing with Vampires on the Eiffel Tower" was held on time.

The Boulevard des Roses in Paris is equivalent to Diagon Alley in England.

Romantic French wizards planted roses along both sides of the street: red, yellow, purple, white, black, all kinds of roses made the street look like a wide ribbon.

The place was packed with wizards—pure-bloods, half-bloods, commoners, Ministry of Magic officials, hidden magical creatures, and house-elves sent by pure-blood families to buy new novels.

The wizards stood together noisily, talking animatedly. No matter what they talked about, the topic always revolved around Lockhart, the Eiffel Tower, and vampires.

This greatly displeased the hidden vampire.

A black-haired, black-eyed young vampire coldly snorted: "I don't understand why I can't kill him?"

The author portrayed us as jealous and irrational fools in the book.

I'm going to kill him! Then tell everyone—vampires never fight over women, because no woman can resist our charm.

"My young master," a deep voice echoed from the shadows, "the Prince has ordered that the affairs of the Kunlan family end here. All compatriots present here today are only allowed to watch, not to lay a hand on anyone. Note, all of them! Including you, my young master."

The vampires have fallen silent.

But soon another group of wizards arrived. They had just gone through several Floo Powder transfers and arrived at York Rose Street at the last minute. They were none other than British Ministry of Magic officials sent by Bagnore.

The French wizards' expressions changed slightly when they saw that the British Ministry of Magic had sent someone.

Relations between the two countries have become strained following the deaths of Lucius in Marseille and the alleged freezing of the Eiffel Tower by Moriarty.

The wizards of both countries were unaware of the extermination of the Quinlan vampires until Lockhart's new novel revealed that Lockhart himself had destroyed a vampire family with a vampire duke!

It is obvious that there are many misattributed plot points in "Dancing with Vampires at the Eiffel Tower".

This raised many questions for them, but Lockhart was right: the wizards of both countries were unaware of the war that had taken place in the Jewish Marquis's Castle!

He has a lot of room to maneuver.

Lockhart cheered himself up.

He looked outside and saw that more and more French wizards had surrounded the British wizards.

The Frenchman looked hostile, while the British wizards were somewhat frightened, retreating continuously until they huddled back to back, only to realize they were surrounded!

Lockhart knew it was time to make his appearance, and he strode out of the bookstore!

(End of this chapter)