The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 207 Moriarty's Opponent (Part 1)

Roman and his group rode their flying brooms and followed Moriarty toward Hyprose.

Hyprose truly lives up to its name as the "City of Waves," with the entire stadium built right on the seaside.

The main stadium is white, and its overall shape resembles a white swan spreading its wings. The shape and interlacing texture of the top are very similar to the maple leaf, Canada's national flower.

To the left of the main stadium is a wide running track used for players to test flights, land, and warm up.

Hotels, hospitals, restaurants, sporting goods stores... all sorts of places have been built on the track, just like a mini Diagon Alley.

At this moment, the sun shines on the sea, and groups of wizards run to the beach to sunbathe. They sit on sun loungers and chatter, and the focus of their discussion is none other than the stands of the main stadium.

The stands inside the main stadium were enchanted, rising and falling automatically.

When in use, the lower-level stands are pulled out like a drawer, reaching all the way to the edge of the football field. A section of the stands hidden in the lower level automatically rises up, joining together to form a complete stand.

When not in use, it is neatly concealed inside the court.

What's most eye-catching is the unique disconnect between the middle and upper tiers of the stands.

This ingenious design allows fans and spectators to see the sea from the main stadium!

Moriarty flew over the runway and looked westward towards the ocean, taking in the vast expanse of the Pacific Ocean and its rippling blue waves. He gained a deeper understanding of water elemental magic.

"System, check my elemental level," Moriarty asked.

The system immediately replied: "The host is currently a level 43 mage (water) and a level 25 novice wizard (wind)."

"Check my points and lottery attempts," Moriarty asked with concern. Apart from the daily check-in tasks and random tasks, the system hadn't issued any main quests for a long time.

The system responded very quickly: "Recently, the host has earned 400800 points by completing main quests and 65000 points by completing random quests, for a total of 465800 points, and has participated in 13 blind box draws."

That concludes this report. I wish the host a swift rise to become the mastermind behind the scenes.

"System, give me a lottery draw." With the World Cup just around the corner, Moriarty stopped accumulating lottery draw chances; he wanted to be absolutely certain of success.

"Ding-dong~ Host has received the following reward:"

One toy car.

An old blanket used by Bellatrix Lestrange.

Elemental magic level increased by one! (The host can freely upgrade water and wind elements.)

Voldemort's Magical Transfiguration Notes (Part 1)!

A small bottle of living hell potion.

A large bottle of beauty potion.

A book titled "Putting Magic on Your Cheese".

The dark magic of the Japanese black wizard—summoning blood crows.

Guardian Charm (Cannot be learned or used)!

Human Footprint Curse!

A piece of parchment with nothing written on it.

Three alchemical raw materials: corn candle, blue seashell, and amethyst.

A bunch of daffodils that will never wither.

The above rewards have been placed in the system space. Please check them.

"System, this lottery is acceptable." Moriarty gave a fair assessment, then flipped his wrist, and a ball of fire ignited in his hand, burning the toy car, the old blanket, and the parchment that had nothing written on it.

Moriarty knew that the rewards from blind box lotteries were highly uncertain, but the toys and parchment were truly outrageous.

And the blanket Bella used?

Bella...

Miss Blake, now a crazy woman.

The blanket she used, oh—

If it were something Narcissa had used, Moriarty might have reluctantly accepted it, hehe.

After burning the outrageous rewards, the remaining rewards were perfect.

The most valuable reward was undoubtedly the level increase, which Moriarty used on his water elemental level, and he is now a level 44 mage.

Then there's the Human Trace Charm, which was applied to the Marauder's Map—a complex and powerful Charm that Moriarty has yet to break.

Voldemort's Transfiguration Notebook is also of great research value.

In the original story, Dumbledore tells Harry Potter that Tom Riddle had transformed into Voldemort after undergoing countless dangerous transformations using dark magic.

Moriarty was very interested in "the countless dangerous black magic transformations".

Even setting aside the issue of dark magic and shapeshifting, Moriarty wanted to see how Tom would turn himself into a noseless madman.

Finally, what Moriarty paid particular attention to was the Guardian Charm.

"System, this is the second time I've drawn the Guardian Spell, and the result is the same both times—unable to use or learn it?"

Can you explain what it means to be unusable? Can you explain what it means to be unable to learn?

Moriarty was puzzled by the system's assessment. He was exceptionally talented, able to learn complex spells like Weeping Under the Snow or Touch of Frost in a flash.

How could you possibly not learn a simple guardian spell?

The caster evokes a semi-tangible positive force by mobilizing the most positive emotions; this is the guardian spirit.

To successfully use this magic, the caster must concentrate on recalling the happiest memory they can think of.

For example, Tonks' guardian angel Michelle—Tonks said everything in Moriarty's bed.

The reason Tonks was able to summon her guardian spirit was because she recalled the scene where Moriarty bound her with the serpent.

In other words, the stronger the pleasure brought by the memory, the more powerful the spell.

"Don't I have any pleasant memories, System?"

"Reporting to the host, this system has not detected any truly pleasant memories of the host. Therefore, the host cannot use the Guardian Angel Spell," the system coldly replied.

Moriarty remained silent; his heart was as cold and hard as a mountain, a powerful psychological defense built up from hundreds of rigorous training sessions and life-or-death battles in his previous life.

He came to the Harry Potter world, wearing a mask as he interacted with various families, and even in Hogwarts Castle, he found it difficult to show any emotion.

Last year's and this year's adventures, the sweetness of Diana and Tonks, the power that manipulated Fudge, the annihilation of Quinlan by leading the Hogwarts pure-blood army...

Each and every one of these things would give an ordinary wizard a great sense of accomplishment and pleasure, but Moriarty was too difficult to be moved.

Who can truly enter his heart and leave a lasting impression?

However, the system also brought good news: "Given the host's special circumstances, this system has specially adjusted the Guardian Spell for the host. The host has drawn two Guardian Spells, which means that the host can summon two Guardian Gods."

Moriarty nodded. "So, if I draw a Guardian Angel spell again in the future, I can obtain a third Guardian Angel, or even more?"

"Yes."

That's good. Moriarty then let the system go and scanned the runway below.

"Mr. Moriarty, it's our turn to land!" Maxi shouted, gesturing for the players from both countries to descend.

On the track, several staff members from the Canadian Ministry of Magic directed Roman and the others to descend. A minute later, the players from both countries landed steadily on the ground and walked towards the hotel not far away.

"Sir, look," Maxi said, pointing to a group of players sunbathing on the beach, "they are the Canadian national team, the host team this year."

"Needless to say, a direct qualification to the finals." A mocking smile flashed in Moriarty's eyes; it was he who had suggested this decision.

"Yes, there's nothing to say," Maxi said with a hint of disdain, then turned his head to the other side: "Look over there, those players going to the restaurant are the Bulgarian team."

"I heard the Bulgarian team's ball chaser is a mere 13-year-old boy," Roman chimed in, a smile playing on his lips. "Only a year older than you, sir!"

"A 13-year-old Bulgarian Seeker?"

A name popped into Moriarty's mind, "His name is Viktor Krum, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, that's the name!" Roman nodded eagerly, then exclaimed in surprise, "Krum's fame has already reached England?"

"No, no," Moriarty smiled faintly, "and it won't reach England in the future. With me around, his fame will be limited to Bulgaria."

"Obviously, my sir." Roman laughed with the players. Although his words were full of domineering confidence, who could blame him when he was Moriarty?

"Maxi, tell me about the other teams." Moriarty glanced at Maxi; in a sense, all 15 World Cup teams were his enemies.

"Yes, sir," Maxi said, glancing around. "Look over there—those players pacing excitedly, that's definitely the French team."

“That’s right,” Roman and the others with the afro chimed in, “Only French wizards who have romance on their lips would jump around like that, calling it searching for romance and discovering beauty.”

"It's the same with every French team," Maxi said with a shrug and a sarcastic tone.

The players from both countries joked and teased the French team, and perhaps their laughter was too loud, because a French fan overheard them.

The French fan was a tall, curly-haired boy wearing Muggle jeans and a white t-shirt, with his curly hair draped over his shoulders. As Moriarty and his entourage passed by him, a mocking glint flashed in his eyes.

"Hey, junior Furong! Come quick, come quick!"

Look what I see!

"Britain and the USA, two arch-rivals, teamed up?"

Moriarty and his group glanced at him indifferently; they were all adults and there was no need for them to get angry with a child.

Unexpectedly, the curly-haired boy, seemingly wanting to impress his junior, Furong, said in a sarcastic tone, "Ah, yeah, yeah! The British team is really something—they've joined forces with their arch-rivals, the American team! Right?"

No wonder they dared to oppose Minister von Wee Capet!

How many times have I told you not to be obsessed with Lockhart? Now you understand, right? If it weren't for America backing Britain, how dare he go to Paris to show off his power!

Upon hearing "Lohart," Moriarty stopped in his tracks.

(End of this chapter)