The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 232 The Hearts of Young Girls and Young Women Are Hard to Decipher (Please Subscribe at the Beginning of the Month)

Furong walked briskly towards the large group of people at the door.

"Last September, I visited Hogwarts on behalf of Beauxbatons, and I was very fortunate to have the hospitality of all the students."

Furong walked to the hotel entrance, smoothed her hair, and exuded an air of elegance.

A bright smile, flowing white hair, and an irresistible charm, all bathed in the morning light, create a beautiful scene.

The girls at Hogwarts were on high alert.

From the moment Fleur stepped into Hogwarts in September 1989, the girls were on high alert.

Among girls her age, no one was more beautiful, more refined, or more charming than Furong.

Hibiscus can satisfy almost every man's fantasy about love and sex.

Even the most discerning Lady Lilith admitted that Fleur was almost an invincible opponent, a fact that became especially evident as Fleur grew older.

However, Lilith believes she always holds an absolute advantage.

Fleur has one-quarter Slytherin blood, and the Slytherin family, with its purest bloodline, would never formally marry a Slytherin.

Thinking of this, Lilith smiled slightly at Fleur: "The three top magic schools in Europe have always looked out for each other. You don't need to be shy at Hogwarts, and I won't be shy either if I go to Beauxbatons."

"Then it's a deal," Fleur winked. "Come visit me when you're in France, and I'll show you around Beauxbatons."

Lilith nodded demurely, a hint of amusement rising in her eyes.

Will you show me around Beauxbatons?

It should be "Take us on a tour of Beauxbatons"!

Me, and Moriarty—we.

Lilith noticed last summer that Moriarty was a restless wizard who would travel around the world during his summer and winter vacations.

And Lilith...

Pretending to bump into Moriarty seems like a good option.

An unexpected encounter can also be a wonderful fate.

In short, he stayed by Moriarty's side.

Lilith was really looking forward to seeing Fleur's expression after she and Moriarty went to Beauxbatons.

With this thought in mind, Lilith smiled and watched Hibiscus walk into the hotel.

Only after Fleur's figure disappeared did Gemma complain to Lilith, "Why did we let her in? She must be looking for Moriarty."

Lilith shrugged: "It's Fleur's freedom to choose who she chooses."

"Please, I asked around, Moriarty is staying alone in the luxury suite—aren't you afraid something might happen between them once Fleur goes in?"

Gemma noticed that Lilith seemed to have changed and was no longer paying as much attention to Moriarty.

Has she given up? Or is she confident?

"What happened...?"

Lilith laughed dismissively. "You still don't understand Moriarty, Gemma."

While in Greece, Lilith shared a room with Moriarty, but Moriarty remained unmoved despite Lilith being practically offered to him.

From that moment on, Lilith knew clearly that Moriarty was not swayed by beauty.

Therefore, only magic could move Moriarty!

Lilith glanced indifferently at Gemma and the group of female fans. While these people were still obsessed with using their beauty to attract Moriarty, she had already made up her mind to become stronger.

"You guys go up first, I'm going to the runway to enjoy the sea breeze."

Lilith spoke calmly, asking her classmate to help her carry her luggage to her room, and then turned and left.

As she passed by Mrs. Malfoy, she glanced at Lilith out of the corner of her eye.

She was certain she wasn't mistaken; Lilith possessed a hint of mature womanhood.

Lilith, who argues vehemently with foreign wizards at Malfoy Manor, is sharp-tongued, arrogant, and eager to draw everyone's attention to herself.

The Lilith of today is quiet, peaceful, and most importantly, very clear-headed.

Even if Fleur really did enter Moriarty's room, what could possibly happen between them?

Lady Malfoy scoffed. She thought to herself that Moriarty hadn't laid a hand on her while she lay unconscious on the bed, so why would he do something to Fleur?

Merlin's beard.

Hibiscus was stunningly beautiful, but her body was still developing.

Whether in the beginning or the end, it can only be considered to have taken initial shape.

Compared to Mrs. Malfoy, she is like a small hill compared to Mount Everest.

Therefore, Malfoy would never believe that Fleur and Moriarty would have anything happen between them.

However... there are always exceptions.

Perhaps Moriarty simply preferred tender food to overcooked food?

Thinking about this, Mrs. Malfoy actually felt a moment of inferiority.

The age gap is always a source of pain.

She laughed immediately. How old is she? She's long past the age of falling in love. Why is she still so insecure like a little girl?

Narcissa Malfoy, you're ridiculous.

You have a son, and even though Lucius is dead, you still have a family.

Mrs. Malfoy told herself this.

She smiled nonchalantly, put her hands in her pockets, and quietly turned and left.

The girls didn't notice that Mrs. Malfoy had left; they were chattering about the rooms, all wanting to stay in the room closest to Moriarty.

Only Diana noticed that Mrs. Malfoy had left, and she even sensed a change in Mrs. Malfoy's mindset.

"Interesting," a glint of light flashed in Diana's eyes, "Lucius Malfoy's widow actually has such a strong emotional reaction to Moriarty."

"Bad students just bully teachers..."

Diana pouted resentfully. She knew she couldn't have Moriarty all to herself, but she didn't expect this day to come so soon.

As Moriarty's first woman, Diana had some understanding of Moriarty's sexual interests.

She is also the high priestess and queen of the elves, and is quite sensitive to emotional fluctuations and psychological changes.

She believes Moriarty prefers mature, older women.

Like mature women, queens, female professors, young women...

These are all Moriarty's favorites!

Perhaps we should add married women to the list now?

That Mrs. Malfoy, she probably won't escape either...

Diana was on high alert.

To be honest, she wasn't worried about girls like Lilith or Fleur.

Moriarty was too mature psychologically; it was difficult for a young girl's heart to touch him.

Even Tonks, whom Blanche and Flint claimed was the first to move into Slytherin Castle, was not taken seriously by Diana.

For example, if Fleur goes to Moriarty, the outcome will most likely not be happy.

Because last night, Diana came all the way from Avalon to Hyprose to send Moriarty her blessings.

Then the two of them made love all night.

The luxury suite was filled with traces of their passionate encounter.

Hibiscus could not give Moriarty the enjoyment and pleasure he desired, but Diana could.

But Madame Malfoy seems to offer Moriarty a different kind of excitement.

O man!

Don't men all like that kind of thing?

Diana narrowed her beautiful blue eyes and decided to fill her stomach first—which was her original purpose.

Meanwhile, Hibiscus knocked on Moriarty's door.

Upon seeing Moriarty, Fleur extended her delicate white right hand: "Give me back my notebook."

Her tone was flat, her delicate face was calm as still water, and there was not a trace of emotion in her eyes.

Moriarty, still in his pajamas and looking sleepy, had been having too much fun with Diana last night and was planning to catch up on sleep this morning. He was naturally annoyed to be woken up by Fleur.

"You gave me the notebook." Moriarty's voice was slightly hoarse, and he squinted.

"But you don't know how to cherish it."

Furong said confidently, "And you don't need to—you're the youngest and most talented Chaser of all time, and a top Seeker!"

A laptop can offer you limited assistance.

Now, please give it back to me.

Moriarty opened his eyes wide and looked intently at Fleur.

In his memory, Furong never showed any dissatisfaction towards him.

To others, especially to Beauxbatons' students, Fleur was a holy goddess.

But in front of Moriarty, Fleur always showed an attitude of worship and admiration, as if she was completely obedient to Moriarty.

In particular, Fu Rong's actions of approaching players from various countries in order to gather information on different teams were noteworthy.

Moriarty almost didn't want to see her.

However, Furong's attitude has now made a complete 180-degree turn.

"In the past, I had put myself in the dust."

Furong put her hands behind her back and raised her chin.

"Now, do you think I would still do that?"

The notebook contains the answers; think things through before you answer.

A meaningful look appeared on Moriarty's face.

"Can I take this as—you're testing me?"

"Interpret it however you like."

No matter what your answer is, you have to give me back my notebook.

Furong seemed unwilling to say another word to Moriarty, her tone full of perfunctory attitude.

Moriarty glanced at her, turned and left, clearing the way for her to enter the room.

"Come in!" he shouted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Furong was stunned and asked, "Huh?"

(End of this chapter)