The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 230 Moriarty's Cunning Moves (Please Subscribe at the Beginning of the Month)

Moriarty was swallowed by the snake's mouth, and his whole body felt icy cold. It turned out that he was wrapped in thin sheets of soul power, just like the feeling of ice cream sticking to his body.

Ice cream melts, but the soul doesn't.

A faint mental fluctuation, like a babbling brook, drifted through Moriarty's mind.

Moriarty deduced that this was Tom's mental power.

If an ordinary wizard is swallowed by the giant snake, his life force and mental energy will be drained by Tom within a week.

But Moriarty wasn't worried; his Occlumency technique effectively countered Tom's mental offensive.

Not to mention, Moriarty also had the Alchemy Matrix.

He wasn't afraid of Tom; on the contrary, he was curious about Tom's shapeshifting abilities.

Tom, a fifth-grader, was already making a name for himself in Transfiguration class. Professor Dumbledore was the Transfiguration professor at the time, and he was much stricter than Professor McGonagall.

Tom's extraordinary talent for Transfiguration impressed even Dumbledore.

So it's not surprising that Moriarty is not surprised that Tom knows a few amazing transformations.

Perhaps the magic that transforms Tom into a giant snake could be given a completely new name: "Soul Transformation."

Moriarty attempted to infuse Tom's soul with water and wind elemental magic, but failed.

"System, what's going on?"

Moriarty asked, "The path to advanced elemental magic can't even detect mere soul fragments. Don't you have anything to say?"

The system replied: "The host's wizard level is insufficient to probe Voldemort's soul fragments. The host may be able to successfully probe them once they reach level 60."

This is it.

Moriarty nodded, then felt a wave of boredom; to be honest, his spell wasn't difficult to break.

Ice serpents dance wildly, weeping beneath the falling snow, howling winds...

Moriarty had too many spells that shattered Tom's transfiguration abilities.

The challenge is how to break the spell without harming Little Tom.

"System, can you take care of this?"

Moriarty told the system his idea, and the system immediately offered a solution: "Please open the shop, host. We recommend that you spend 5 points to redeem Bubble Guardian."

Bubble Guardian: Protects the soul, and works in conjunction with the passive magic Tide.

After the host adds three layers of high tide to the target, casting a spell on the same target will protect the target's soul for 24 hours, taking effect immediately.

This is it.

Moriarty approved the exchange, which would be perfect for protecting little Tom's fragile soul.

That's right, he doesn't intend to destroy Little Tom; in his plan, Soul Fragment 1 might play a crucial role.

Besides little Tom, Mrs. Malfoy also needs special protection.

Moriarty glanced to his side and saw Madame Malfoy lying unconscious, her smooth, golden hair pressed down.

"Holy prayer!"

Moriarty cast a spell on Madame Malfoy to ensure she was protected from the harmful effects of evil magic.

The effect of this magic will increase as Moriarty becomes stronger, ensuring Lady Malfoy's safety.

Then Moriarty released the passive magic Tide, and a light mist rose up, covering the thin sheets formed by his soul power.

After adding three layers of rising tide to Tom, Moriarty activates "Bubble Blessing".

A light blue glow enveloped the many thin sheets, protecting Tom as Moriarty ruthlessly unleashed his Frostbite!

A chill emanated from Moriarty, spreading rapidly and freezing the thin fragments of his soul, emanating a chilling aura.

Tom seemed unable to bear the bone-chilling cold and let out a scream. Moriarty felt the thin shards of his soul jump up, and then the world spun around him.

Moriarty reached out and grabbed Madame Malfoy's hand, pulling her into his arms. The next instant, everything went dark, and they both plummeted.

With a thud, Moriarty collapsed onto the sofa. He was back in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor, where Mrs. Malfoy was fast asleep in his arms.

After looking around and confirming that no one was around, Moriarty looked toward the coffee table.

Voldemort's diary was frozen solid and closed, with only a beam of light, azure blue, tucked between the first page, protecting a small fragment of his soul.

Recognizing that it was his bubble guardian, Moriarty put the diary into his system space with peace of mind, picked up Mrs. Malfoy, and walked towards the bedroom on the second floor.

"Ding dong~ Congratulations on successfully checking in, host. You have received a set of Narcissa Malfoy's intimate apparel."

Note: Mrs. Malfoy's bedroom is a repeatable check-in location; the host can check in once a week.

"Whoosh~"

A set of black lace lingerie appeared out of thin air and landed squarely on Moriarty's head!

A delicate fragrance wafted over, causing Moriarty's hand to tremble, almost causing him to fling Mrs. Malfoy away.

"System, just say it. Do you want me to become a traitor?"

Moriarty asked as he put the underwear into the system space.

Good guy.

He failed to sign in at the Malfoy family's secret underground room, but he successfully signed in at Mrs. Malfoy's bedroom.

Moriarty strongly suspected that the system was actually Paro.

That little stone beast that has a thing for married women.

The system provided an unassailable explanation, and Moriarty, having not suffered any loss, did not hold it against them.

Moriarty placed Madame Malfoy on the soft, large bed, covered her with a snow-white quilt, and accentuated her curvaceous figure to the fullest.

If it were an ordinary person, they probably would have pounced on it already.

But Moriarty was different; his moral compass and principles wouldn't allow him to do that. He drew the curtains, gently closed the door, and went out.

After leaving Malfoy Manor, Moriarty Apparates to Slytherin Castle. With three days left until the World Cup final, it's time to return to Hyprose.

The next morning, Moriarty led the players back to Canada using the key, and Draco Malfoy also knocked on Mrs. Malfoy's bedroom door.

"Knock knock knock!"

"Mommy, Mommy!"

"Knock knock knock knock knock!"

"Mom? Mom?"

Draco grew increasingly anxious as the door remained closed.

"Mom? Are you in there? I've searched the whole house but I can't find you!"

"We should go! You promised to take me, Pansy, and Theodore to the World Cup final."

Draco pressed his ear to the door, but there was no sound from inside.

"Knock knock knock..." He started knocking again.

Mrs. Malfoy was awakened by her son's knocking on the door.

She opened her eyes groggily, a hint of spring fever in her eyes; she had just had a beautiful dream.

She rolled over, savoring the sensation, only to find something sticky between her legs.

"!"

Realizing what it was, Mrs. Malfoy woke up with a start, looked around, pulled back the covers and looked down, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew~ thank goodness, my clothes are still intact!"

Wizard robes, skirt suits, underwear... nothing was missing.

He hadn't even taken off his boots...

Mrs. Malfoy covered her face and laughed; she knew Moriarty was behind it all.

"That guy, he can't even take off his boots! No wonder I had that kind of dream."

Mrs. Malfoy attributed her dream to the fact that she hadn't taken off her boots, but her face was becoming increasingly rosy.

The knocking continued at the door, and Mrs. Malfoy finally remembered that she was taking Draco and his friends to Hyprose.

"Wow! The World Cup final!"

Mrs. Malfoy scratched her head, realizing that she not only had to take Draco, but also a large group of wizards.

She invited the Everlasting Shining Fan Club and all the professors at Hogwarts!

"Oh no~" Mrs. Malfoy could only put her beautiful dream out of her mind and temporarily stop thinking about how Moriarty had sent her back yesterday. She opened the wardrobe to choose clothes and opened the jewelry counter to choose jewelry.

As the mistress of the Malfoy family, she had countless precious jewels and gorgeous clothes, all of which had been carefully selected.

When it was time to change her clothes, Mrs. Malfoy hesitated.

Hearing Draco's banging on the door grow louder, Mrs. Malfoy gritted her teeth, told Draco to come out immediately, and then ripped off her robe and pulled down her sticky trousers.

She quickly went to the wardrobe, intending to take out her favorite lingerie set, only to find it was gone!

"Is this a ghost?"

Mrs. Malfoy started looking for it, but the lingerie was perfectly safe in Moriarty's system space, so how could she find it?

After discovering that her underwear was missing, Mrs. Malfoy suspected that someone had stolen it.

Because a bathrobe had gone missing before, Mrs. Malfoy hadn't paid much attention, assuming it was just the house-elf's carelessness.

It seems there's a thief in the house!

They specifically stole her personal clothing.

Could it be Dobius?

No, no, no, it's not that. If it were, it would bang its head against the wall.

Could it be Draco?

Mrs. Malfoy's face turned pale instantly.

It's normal for my son to be curious about women now that he's entering puberty.

In addition, his father had just passed away, so he...

No, no, no, that's impossible!

Mrs. Malfoy was unaware of her son's unusual behavior, and Draco would never even enter her bedroom.

So who could it be?

There is no one else in the house, unless there is an outsider.

outsider?

Mrs. Malfoy suddenly remembered Moriarty.

Moriarty took her back to her bedroom last night, and this morning she discovered her underwear was missing!

If it wasn't Moriarty who took it, then who else could it be?

Moriarty, so you're a little pervert too!

Mrs. Malfoy gritted her teeth, then blushed, thinking of Moriarty and involuntarily recalling that enchanting dream she had…

In her dream, she and Moriarty were deeply entwined...

I'm begging you, brothers and sisters, I'm begging you!

(End of this chapter)