The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 21 Wouldn't it be better to cherish a senior like this?

Moriarty looked at Tonks strangely. He had just been trying to untie the silver snake when the system notification came.

"Task issued: Perfect the Whispering Serpent! Reward: 5000 points! Task time: Three years! Failure to complete the task will deduct ten years' worth of magic power from the host!"

Moriarty inquired about the standards for perfecting the Whisper Serpent, and the system provided three levels.

Level 1 allows you to summon more snakes of more types and quantities.

Level 2 was the effect Salazar Slytherin wanted to achieve: drawing magic through the serpent.

Level 3 increases the difficulty; if the serpent coils around an enemy, Moriarty has a chance to gain a special ability from the enemy.

Because of this task issued by the system, Moriarty glanced at Tonks a few more times.

Although we saw Tonks's slightly curvy figure, we were more interested in the changes that occurred after the silver snake coiled around Tonks.

If the brighter Latin script on the silver snake's body is a change, then what about the senior's face becoming as red as her hair?

Moriarty suddenly felt that this task was even more difficult than the one he had given Professor Snape the shampoo. No wonder the system had given him three years.

Even if it takes three years, Moriarty doesn't know if he can finish, because Hogwarts doesn't have a Latin course, which means Moriarty won't get much help in his research on runes.

However, seeing the silver snake tightening its grip, Moriarty knew that if he didn't break the spell soon, his senior might faint.

Moriarty waved his staff, the silver snake retreated, and he helped Tonks onto the cushion, skipping the system's task and explaining the whole story to Tonks.

"No wonder you were staring at me like that, you were staring at those snakes," Tonks gasped for breath, suffocated by the silver snakes. "I thought you were that kind of... well, pervert?"

When Tonks noticed Moriarty looking at him with snake-like eyes, he casually changed the subject.

"Can your plan really succeed? Draw magic? Absorb power? Believe me, even Merlin wouldn't have such a bold idea."

"That's because Merlin doesn't need it," Moriarty stared at his senior's hair, which had turned white again. "Look, if my plan succeeds, after Silver Serpent absorbed your power, I became a Disguised Magus, and then I could..."

Tonks interrupted him with a laugh, staring at Moriarty's hair with interest: "And then you dyed this thing green? Hahaha..."

Her laughter was so penetrating that Moriarty cast a spell of nonsense on her.

The laughter disappeared, replaced by a chorus of thoughts such as, "Hufflepuff's Midnight Diner is so delicious, I could eat there until I'm a hundred and not get fat at all," and "Professor Dumbledore is such a crazy old man—yes, right after he locked Grindelwald in Nurmengard."

While covering his mouth, Tonks cast a silent spell on Moriarty, and the two started fighting again.

This time, their fight didn't last long. Tonks lay on the mat, laughing happily, "You're a truly excellent opponent, Moriarty."

"Fighting against you has also improved my basic magic." Moriarty looked around and felt that the place was a bit monotonous.

"Basic magic?" Tonks propped his head up with his hand, lying on his side on the mat. "I taught myself to sixth-year Charms, and you call that basic magic! Oh, I remember now, you have Slytherin family magic. Can I see it?"

"You've already seen those ghostly serpents."

"No~ I want to see magic circles and giant ice serpents, just like in the novels." Tonks' hair turned yellow.

Moriarty shook his head slightly: "Next time, we should go have breakfast, otherwise we'll be late for the first class."

"Okay, it's settled then." Tonks stood up and said with a smug look on his face.

"The premise is that you can withstand the fear brought by the ice serpent."

"I'll practice the Ironclad Spell more later."

"I don't think the Ironclad Curse will necessarily work."

"What about the Guardian Charm?"

The two walked out of the Room of Requirement, chatting and laughing, and headed towards the auditorium.

In the main hall, under a magical ceiling that resembled the real sky, the long tables of the four colleges were piled high with bottles of milk, plates of fish, and mounds of bread slices, eggs, and meat strips.

"It's a cloudy day." Tonks glanced at the ceiling, then turned his hair gray. "Goodbye, junior~"

Goodbye, Nymph.

The two parted ways near the Slytherin table. Moriarty had just sat down when Jericho leaned over, grinning, and said, "Mr. Moriarty, is the reason you got up so early to meet your senior?"

Gemma watched Tonks walk toward the Hufflepuff table, then winked at Moriarty: "Still a Hufflepuff senior."

Moriarty took a slice of bread and said, "Dating is out of the question; neither of us is in the mood for it."

Jericho nodded noncommittally, then leaned closer to Moriarty and whispered, "This morning when I woke up, I heard those two lads in our dorm—Keith and Larpo—talking about you. They didn't seem to have any good intentions, Mr. Moriarty. You'd better watch out."

Moriarty nodded slightly to him. Lilith had told him twice that someone in Slytherin was plotting against him, and now Jericho was reminding him again, which showed how serious the situation was.

The Slytherin students actually want to deal with him, a real Slytherin. I wonder what Ancestor Salazar would think if he knew?

No wonder Dumbledore was always wary of Slytherins; some pure-blood families really went too far.

Moriarty finished his breakfast calmly and casually asked, "What classes are there this morning?"

"Transformation class!" Lilith walked over from the group of girls.

Jericho's face displayed a fascinating expression: "Miss Pilivik, I've never seen you answer other boys' questions on your own initiative."

"I knew what you were thinking the moment you opened your mouth, you American cowboy," Lilith gave Jericho a cold look. "I just wanted to tag along with Mr. Moriarty up the stairs."

Jericho suddenly realized, then broke into a憨厚 (honest and simple) smile: "Mr. Moriarty, would you mind if I came along?"

A dozen or so first-grade snakes looked at Moriarty with burning eyes. As long as Moriarty was there, the stairs wouldn't move.

Moriarty noticed that the other two people in his dormitory were also there, and they were indeed sophisticated egoists.

"Let's go, after all, nobody wants to be late for Professor McGonagall's class." Moriarty led the way out, followed closely by Lilith and Jericho.

The little snakes soon realized that following Moriarty was the wisest choice. With a gentle tap of his Slytherin staff, the floating ladder automatically connected to a path leading directly to the Transfiguration classroom.

Before long, the snakes entered the classroom, and Professor McGonagall had to abandon her idea of ​​turning into a cat and add five points to Slytherin's score.

"For your enthusiasm," Professor McGonagall explained, just as a Gryffindor entered—Percy Weasley.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall. Oh..."

Percy clearly hadn't expected so many people to be in the classroom.

Judging from Percy's expression, he seemed eager to greet Moriarty, but when he saw Keith and the others staring at him, he took "The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" and sat down on the right side of the classroom.

Before class started, Moriarty initiated the conversation: "Jellicoe, how much do you know about the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in America?"

(End of this chapter)