The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 194: First Look at GGAD and Their Dance Partner Battle (Please Subscribe!)

Roman and the man with the afro were scolded until their faces turned red, but they couldn't refute it; Moriarty was right.

Just then, Red Nose returned with a house-elf.

The elf brought Moriarty a glass of grape milk. "Congratulations, sir, on your great victory! This is a blessing from all the house-elves of Hogwarts," the elf said, blinking his big eyes.

"Ah~ what an obedient little elf. Perhaps I can find six house-elves to team up with me," Moriarty said slowly, sipping his milk.

Both the man with the afro and Roman were so angry their noses were crooked.

"You're a true Slytherin through and through," Red Nose said, trying to smooth things over. "Have you ever argued with Professor Snape? I'd like to see you two vipers spitting venom at each other. Haha, two sharp-tongued kings."

"On the contrary, we got along very well."

"Alright, gentlemen, let's talk about something lighter." Dumbledore smiled at everyone as if waking from a dream: "After the competition, our school board consulted with me and decided to hold a ball to celebrate the Dream Team's victory and... the birth of a new generation of national team!"

At the ball, Mrs. Malfoy will present awards to the Dream Team.

Hmm... there's still an afternoon before the ball starts, you'd better go find a dance partner now, oh! Yes, yes...

Dumbledore seemed to remember something and winked at Moriarty, "You can also find multiple dance partners, provided you can keep them all at ease..."

Moriarty put down the milk, that old man...

If Dumbledore said that, then Moriarty would have to argue with him.

"Who wasn't a handsome young man when they were young?" Moriarty said casually, as if talking to himself, knowing that Dumbledore would hear him.

Sure enough, Dumbledore turned his head and looked out the window.

Nobody knew what he was looking at; everyone was used to his sudden bouts of madness.

Only Moriarty knew.

Is it because they miss Grindelwald?

In his youth, Dumbledore was the epitome of a handsome, curvaceous British man.

In his youth, Grindelwald was full of vigor and seemed to possess innate wisdom. He always exuded confidence and domineering presence.

If you were to ask who the most powerful and outstanding combination in the magical world is?

GGAD!

Without a doubt, there is no other.

Moriarty wondered if Dumbledore and Grindelwald, in their youth, ever imagined what they would look like with white hair.

Most likely not.

Young and ambitious, they disregarded aging and were single-mindedly focused on exploring magic, seeking the Deathly Hallows, and conquering death.

Moriarty wondered if the elderly Dumbledore and Grindelwald ever thought back to their youthful, spirited selves.

Most likely yes.

In their old age, one was at Hogwarts and the other at Nurmengard, yet they spent their entire lives remembering each other.

Moriarty remarked with deep feeling, "When we are young, we always meet someone who shines, but somehow, everyone else we meet afterward pales in comparison."

Light can never be held onto, and then we spend a lifetime remembering that person.

Dumbledore slowly turned his head and glanced at Moriarty, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions: surprise, joy, approval, empathy, and...

Moriarty quickly looked away, thinking to himself, "Principal, please be mindful of the situation. I don't want Grindelwald to misunderstand!"

There are outsiders here. If they spread our conversation and it reaches Grindelwald's ears, I won't be able to explain myself.

Dumbledore's complex emotions were only revealed for a moment before he quickly withdrew them, and he returned to being the most powerful wizard of his time, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He stood up and walked toward the floating steps, tossing out a sentence: "Gentlemen, get ready, I expect every one of you to attend the ball."

Upperclassmen always say that there seem to be no secrets in Hogwarts, a fact that Moriarty can attest to.

News of the banquet and ball spread like wildfire, and Moriarty had already experienced the frenzy of female fans during the celebrations after the match.

But to everyone's surprise, as soon as the news of the ball was released, the girls of Hogwarts appeared on Moriarty's usual route, like cats that had smelled cream.

They let their hair down, put on their most beautiful clothes, and appeared in front of and behind Moriarty.

The idea that young girls love heroes is an absolute truth in any country, let alone a powerful and illustrious male god.

Today's girls are lucky; at the age when they love to dream, they encounter prince-like gods and glamorous balls.

Wearing glass slippers, she danced with the handsome prince, and in the dead of night, they rode together in a pumpkin carriage to the prince's castle.

Everything is like a bittersweet dream from our youthful days, perhaps unattainable, perhaps filled with uncertainty, yet the prince of our dreams still lingers in the deepest recesses of our hearts.

So the girls decided to be brave.

Gryffindors have a unique advantage in this regard.

As Moriarty walked toward the Slytherin dungeon, a first-year student, encouraged by her companions, bravely approached him.

"Hello, Mr. Moriarty. I am Angelina Jansen from Gryffindor."

Angelina blinked nervously, her eyes gleaming with an inexplicable light.

"A first-year student, a classmate of the Weasley twins." Moriarty nodded slightly, sizing her up. She was quite tall, about the same height as a third-year student. She also had a long ponytail.

Angelina nodded in surprise. "You know me? That's wonderful!"

Actually, she was overthinking it. Moriarty had only paid more attention to the colleges of this year's freshmen because of Soldaya, and his memory just happened to be very good, so he remembered her name.

However, Moriarty felt it was better not to tell her the truth.

Angelina was overjoyed: "I've signed up for the permanent Shining Fan Club, and I'll be your supporter from now on."

Although I'm a Gryffindor and should support Prefect Charlie out of principle, personally, I'm more inclined to support you. After all, we've both seen that Prefect Charlie might be better suited to be a hitter.

At the end, Angelina laughed, and her companions behind her chuckled as well.

"Teasing Charlie, you've got some nerve," Moriarty said with a slight smile.

Angelina wasn't shy at all and said seriously, "Next year I plan to join the Gryffindor team, as do George and Fred. We'll be rivals next year, sir."

As she spoke, fearing Moriarty might not believe her, she puffed out her chest like a soldier.

Moriarty gave her a deep look, and Angelina, as if encouraged, volunteered to be Moriarty's dance partner.

But Moriarty seemed not to hear. Through Angelina, he saw the figure of another girl, a little girl who had said the same thing to him last year.

"Sir?" Angelina asked cautiously, "Did you hear me?"

Moriarty nodded slightly to indicate that he had heard, then slowly shook his head, gently refusing.

Although he always presented a cold face to others, there was really no need for him to coldly and ruthlessly reject an 11-year-old girl; that would be too despicable.

For a young girl, taking the risk of being looked down upon by others and mustering the courage to take the initiative to show goodwill, even if it doesn't get what she wants, what she needs is gentleness and affirmation.

At times like these, the importance of pure-blood etiquette becomes apparent. Moriarty chatted with Angelina for a while, making the junior girl smile broadly, and she waved goodbye to Moriarty.

As he watched Angelina leave, Moriarty felt dozens of burning gazes fall upon him.

Moriarty shook his head with a wry smile and continued walking.

The journey ahead was not long, but it was slow. Moriarty was quite helpless as he faced one after another surging group of girls.

Ever since Angelina took the initiative to invite him and wasn't criticized, things have gotten out of control!

Inviting Moriarty seems to have become a must for the girls; they even take this seriously—the girls who used to travel in groups are now going out alone.

Pretend to bump into Moriarty by chance, then casually bring up the ball, subtly steer the conversation towards your dance partner, and finally reluctantly suggest—

Do you have a dance partner, sir?

May I be your dance partner?

Of course, the clever girls thought they had figured out Moriarty's taste, and they summarized a few patterns.

1. When greeting your husband, you can be expressionless or feign surprise.

But! Never appear fanatical.

2. When talking to your husband about the dance, be sure to behave in a dignified and elegant manner.

But! Don't always talk about dances, your husband will get annoyed.

3. When asking the gentleman if he had a dance partner, a hint of shyness appeared in her eyes…

But! Don't be pretentious.

As they were on their way to the Slytherin common room, Professor Snape saw the girls, one after another, inviting Moriarty in various ways.

He didn't say anything, turned around and left, but decided to give them more homework in the next class.

What exactly is the purpose of arranging the recipe for Felix Felicis from memory?

Or should we have them brew a crucible of brain-boosting potion?

Their intelligence and talent cannot all be used on Moriarty, can they?

Even Merlin would do the same if he saw this!

Professor Snape felt perfectly justified.

Meanwhile, Moriarty was handing out friend cards to everyone in a charming manner. Fortunately, Jericho arrived with Leon and the other snakes, who stood in front of Moriarty, allowing him to return to the Slytherin dungeon safely.

(End of this chapter)