The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 224 Teasing Mrs. Malfoy

Mrs. Malfoy quickly looked away and called to the foreign wizard who had just finished paying for his silver and was about to leave, "Sir, here is a set of wand cleaning tools for you."

She stretched out her white-gloved hands, picked up a small box from the shelf on the left, and placed it on the counter. Inside were wand cleaning tools.

After Lucius's burial, Madame Malfoy wore white gloves and always crossed her hands on her lower abdomen, an elegant gesture that never went out of style.

The foreign wizard glanced hesitantly at Mrs. Malfoy, then at the wand cleaning tools, and waved his hands repeatedly.

"Madam? Why, are you giving this to me?"

Hearing the foreign wizard speaking broken English, Mrs. Malfoy slowed her speech and said gently, "Because the Malfoy family are trustworthy partners."

Upon entering the shop, Moriarty sensed a hidden meaning in her words. He crossed his arms, leaned against the doorframe, and leisurely enjoyed Mrs. Malfoy's performance.

On the surface, Madame Malfoy is talking to a foreign wizard, but in reality, she is alluding to Moriarty's failure to grant the Malfoy family the sales rights for Nimbus 1990s.

The Malfoy family are trustworthy partners, so why don't you trust me?

Mrs. Malfoy glanced quickly at Moriarty, and when she saw him looking at her with a half-smile, she immediately looked away.

When faced with foreign wizards, she transformed back into the noble and dignified aristocratic lady and the shrewd and capable shopkeeper.

"The Malfoy family, yes, trustworthy and good partners!"

The foreign wizard nodded seriously, picked up the box and wand set, and walked out of the shop.

Mrs. Malfoy watched the foreign wizard leave, and now only she and Moriarty remained in the shop.

She turned and walked towards the shelves, giving Moriarty a glimpse of her exquisite profile, and casually asked, "Sir, what do you need?"

Pretend you don't know me?

Moriarty raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Attracting the opposite sex by feigning aloofness and pretending not to see is a method used in the last century to attract attention."

Mrs. Malfoy's shoulders twitched as she tried to suppress her laughter. Her shoulders shrugged as she slowly moved her feet, letting the shelves obscure her flushed face.

Moriarty walked over, his footsteps startling Mrs. Malfoy. She went around the shelves to the back of the counter, sat down on a stool, and bent down to open the Daily Prophet, pretending to read the paper.

Mrs. Malfoy still avoided Moriarty, but she was willing to speak properly this time, "Mr. Moriarty, welcome to the Magical Revival Item Shop."

Moriarty then went behind the counter, where it was a narrow space, and he stood very close to Mrs. Malfoy.

Moriarty could smell the fragrance on Mrs. Malfoy. Mrs. Malfoy shrank back, but a hand reached out and closed the newspaper.

Mrs. Malfoy had no choice but to look up and meet Moriarty's gaze. Her blue eyes met Moriarty's eyes, and she quickly looked away.

Those gray eyes were like two unfathomable whirlpools, or like black holes in the universe, mysterious and profound.

Having experienced her teenage years, Mrs. Malfoy knew her weaknesses all too well; she was afraid of getting caught up in them.

Moriarty followed Madame Malfoy's gaze and saw a row of flying broomsticks displayed in the shop window, some with comets, some with silver arrows, but none with halos.

"Mrs. Malfoy, can I interpret your series of strange behaviors as you trying to attract me, right?"

This includes inviting Hogwarts students and staff to the finals, refusing to display Nimbus & Co. decorations, and pretending not to know me…”

Every time Moriarty said something, Madame Malfoy would frantically shift her gaze, until eventually she didn't know where to look anymore.

Seeing her evasive manner, Moriarty smirked and concluded, "So, you're jealous of Lightwheel Corporation."

Mrs. Malfoy blushed to the roots of her neck, but only for a moment, and she quickly returned to normal.

Who would be jealous of a lousy company!

Mr. Moriarty, we are not children anymore.

Mrs. Malfoy composed herself and said calmly, "Your way of doing things makes it impossible for me to treat you like a child, doesn't it?"

She took a breath. "So? We should talk about adult topics."

"Oh? You mean—you want to talk to me about adult topics." Moriarty tilted his head, looking at Mrs. Malfoy meaningfully.

Today, Lady Malfoy wore a deep purple wizard's robe over a black tulle skirt suit, her jewelry was neatly applied, and she wore small riding boots.

That's quite mature for a person.

She exudes the charm befitting an adult witch.

Seeing Moriarty's unabashed gaze, Mrs. Malfoy chuckled and said, "Don't overthink it, really!"

The final, melodious tone made Moriarty raise an eyebrow, as if to say, "Isn't this an adult topic?"

Mrs. Malfoy realized she had said the wrong thing and didn't want to face Moriarty anymore. She pushed Moriarty away, walked to the shop door, closed the door, and hung up the "Closed Today" sign.

"Close the doors and windows—are you going to be completely naked with me in a closed space?"

Moriarty swaggered down on the stool behind the counter and began to tease Mrs. Malfoy.

Mrs. Malfoy covered her face, laughing so hard she couldn't close her mouth...

Fortunately, she was a mature woman and calmed down in no time.

"Then I'll be frank, Mr. Moriarty."

Madame Malfoy stood demurely before Moriarty, her face serious. If one ignored the lingering blush on her cheeks, her expression would certainly be considered solemn.

Thinking of this, Moriarty's lips curled into a smile again.

Those of purebred British descent know that Lady Malfoy has fair skin, something Lucius is most proud of.

Now, her fair and tender face was tinged with two blushes, and coupled with the previous adult topics, it was hard not for the wizard to have impure thoughts.

However, only Moriarty and Madame Malfoy were in the shop, and neither of them would tell anyone.

However, Moriarty's mischievous smile made Mrs. Malfoy glare at him angrily, as if to say: It's all your fault.

Moriarty shrugged. "Your Excellency, Mrs. Malfoy, please speak."

"I want to acquire the distribution rights to the alchemical tools that you and Nicolas Flamel jointly developed."

I've been hinting at it to you, but you always avoid me. This time, you even handed over the Nimbus 1990S to Nimbus Corporation!

Mrs. Malfoy was both angry and aggrieved.

"Oh? You mean—you've been hinting at this all along?"

Moriarty tilted his head and stared at Madame Malfoy with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"I'm not entirely sure about that."

Can I ask what you're implying to me?

"Pfft," Mrs. Malfoy laughed heartily, then stomped her foot in annoyance, "Hey~ stop teasing me! Can't we have a proper talk?"

Moriarty smiled without saying a word.

Doing Mrs. Malfoy is different from doting Tonks or Lilith.

The mature Mrs. Malfoy always switches effortlessly between shyness and rationality.

"Sure, of course. I don't think I should apologize to you or the Malfoy family for the Nimbus 1990s."

Moriarty became serious; he knew that if things continued this way, he might not be able to get back to Hyprose today.

Mrs. Malfoy frowned slightly and sighed: "Well, let's not talk about Nimbus 1990s anymore."

What about my previous request? Will you grant it?

"We'll discuss it on a case-by-case basis," Moriarty said calmly.

As he grows stronger and time goes by, the alchemical tools he develops and creates will undoubtedly become more and more powerful.

He gave some of the produce to Mrs. Malfoy to sell, which wasn't a big deal; he allowed Mrs. Malfoy to make a small profit while he made a large one.

But another part—which Moriarty envisioned would not be available for sale—was his secret weapon.

These words could not be known to Mrs. Malfoy, and her request was thus rejected.

But Mrs. Malfoy was unaware of the truth. She lowered her head in disappointment, but after less than three seconds, she suddenly raised her head.

Her eyes widened, gleaming with a mysterious light. "Moriarty, there's something I want you to know—while I was sorting through my family's dark magic artifacts, I found a diary. Would you like it?"

"A diary?"

Moriarty repeated himself, "It's both the Malfoy family's diary and a tool of dark magic..."

Voldemort's Horcruxes!

How did Narcissa discover it?

That troublesome woman!

Moriarty frowned and stood up seriously.

(End of this chapter)