The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 233 Moriarty and Fleur in the Room (Please subscribe at the beginning of the month)

Before coming to see Moriarty, Fleur was prepared to treat him as an equal.

Demanding the notebook doesn't mean Fleur has given up on Moriarty; rather, as she said, she won't put herself in the dust anymore.

Hibiscus de la Cour.

Why be a tiny speck of dust in the sky when you are the shining morning star?

When it came to asking for the notebook, the clever Fleur anticipated Moriarty's reaction, but she never expected him to invite her into his luxury suite.

After thinking for a moment, Furong walked in with a calm expression.

Moriarty told her to sit on the sofa for a moment, then turned and went into the conference room, taking out a purple notebook and handing it to Fleur.

Furong stretched out her hands and accepted the notebook as if it were a precious treasure.

As I gently turn the pages, my fingertips brush over the neat and tidy handwriting, and my thoughts drift back to every sleepless night spent writing at my desk.

Furong sighed silently, a sad smile appearing on her face.

To offer Moriarty some help, she endured several sleepless nights with dark circles under her eyes and spent time with those disgusting, foul-smelling men.

With a warm heart, I presented the notebook.

How ridiculous it seems now.

Hehe, haha!

Her help was insignificant to Moriarty.

She offered not a notebook, but a knife! A heartbreaking knife.

Furong laughed self-deprecatingly. She had finished flipping through the notebook and it was time for her to leave.

Suddenly, she turned to a brand new page.

It was covered in English writing.

A tribute to Miss Fleur Delacour.

—Roman of the British team.

Thank you for your support, Miss Furong.

—The British team with red noses.

Miss Fleur Delacour's information was a great help to us. You deserve credit for the British team's victory. If you come to the UK, remember to contact us so we can have a meal together!

—The British team's afro.

……

"This is...you..."

Furong ran her fingertips over the message, her eyes welling up with tears.

More than ten messages, each with different handwriting, but all with distinct and clear content.

Moreover, the ink had dried for a long time, making it clearly an authentic work.

Furong took a deep breath. It turned out that her efforts had not been in vain, and that they had all seen it.

Her gaze moved down to the very bottom of the page, where she found Moriarty's message.

In recognition of your silent support and dedication behind the scenes, I grant you permission to sign your name on the Quidditch World Cup trophy after I win it.

——MS.

Furong knew that MS was an abbreviation for Moriarty Slytherin.

She held the notebook to her chest, tears streaming down her face.

"When was it written? You didn't even tell me..."

Are you happy keeping this from me?

Hibiscus pouted and said coquettishly to Moriarty, "I don't like it."

Her shy and alluring demeanor aroused Moriarty's desire to hold Hibiscus on his lap and cherish her.

Moriarty's brow twitched. Fleur's charm was becoming increasingly outrageous. In a few years, he might have to resort to Occlumency to communicate with Fleur.

Elves are magical creatures that are devoted to love. Regardless of gender, they do not fall in love easily, but once they do, they are loyal and unwavering.

Compared to the original story, the 13-year-old Furong is experiencing her first stirrings of love, and her Enchantress bloodline is developed ahead of time.

Fortunately, Moriarty found satisfaction in Diana, thus avoiding embarrassment.

"I was planning to tell you after we won the championship," Moriarty shrugged casually, "but now it seems unnecessary. Since you insist on getting the notebook back, then take it back."

"Hmm~ No~" Hibiscus shook her head, her face flushed with an alluring blush: "I take back what I just said. I don't want the notebook anymore, and I don't want your reply either."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes, leaned close to Fleur, and whispered in her ear in a magnetic voice, "You want to take back what you just said? Did you get my permission?"

Furong's delicate ears were tickled by Moriarty's blowing, her heart pounded, and she clutched the notebook in her arms tightly.

Now, this notebook is not a knife, but a sweet chocolate, a string of colorful balloons, and a memory that lingers in the memory.

"I still prefer your previous rebellious self."

Moriarty looked at her with a smile, and now he understood why Fleur always had such a cold and aloof demeanor.

Furong's charm is already outrageous enough, and now she's learned to flirt. If she doesn't rein it in, who knows how many couples will divorce or lovers will break up.

"Alright, as you wish." Hibiscus smiled faintly, tilted her head and squinted at Moriarty, her eyes like two bright crescent moons.

She immediately put on a cold expression, glanced at Moriarty with the look of a high and mighty queen looking at a commoner, raised her chin, snorted lightly, walked past Moriarty, and slammed the notebook onto the desk with a "thud".

"Captain Moriarty, how much do you know about your opponent in the final, the Japanese team?"

"To ensure Miss Fleur Delacour can sign the Quidditch World Cup trophy, you must win the final match. Do I need to repeat myself?"

Hibiscus's tone left no room for argument as she calmly walked to the chair opposite Moriarty and sat down, placing her left leg on top of her right.

Moriarty watched Fleur's performance with a raised eyebrow and a tilted head.

"Pfft... Why are you looking at me like that?"

Furong couldn't hold back any longer and burst out laughing in a second: "I've never spoken to you in this tone before."

Moriarty walked up to Fleur and said confidently, "Miss Fleur Delacour can start practicing her signature now. It's not too late to start."

"The Japanese team defeated the American team and is known as the biggest dark horse." Furong put away her joke and looked serious.

"In my opinion, the Japanese team has two fatal flaws."

Moriarty began to speak eloquently, and Furong quickly opened her notebook, picked up the quill pen on the table, and carefully took notes.

At that moment, the door to the luxury private room was pushed open.

Diana finished her breakfast and came in, and this is what she saw.

This morning, the person writing on the table turned out to be a silver-haired little girl.

That's downright provocative!

Diana was surprised that Fleur actually slipped into the room and chatted happily with Moriarty, seemingly enjoying herself immensely.

In fact, if Diana had seen the contents of the notebook and Hibiscus's alluring demeanor, she probably would have changed her opinion of Hibiscus.

Now she realized that Hibiscus was a formidable opponent, and a thought struck her.

"The team's new secretary?"

Diana glanced at Fleur at Moriarty, asked casually, and then walked over to Moriarty in her high heels, sitting down right next to him.

Furong suddenly raised her head.

His eyes were sharp, and his words were ruthless.

"I saw you when I last visited Hogwarts; your name was Diana."

I apologize for not addressing you as 'Professor,' because a real professor wouldn't be so impolite as to treat me like the team's secretary.

I am Fleur Delacour, please remember me, thank you.

Diana's pretty face turned cold; the sharp-tongued young girl...

"Hibiscus de la Cour, is that right?"

You probably don't know this, but I'm in charge of all the elves in the world.

Elves, fairies, succubi, dark elves, goblins, gnomes...

To them, my commands are more important than those of God or Satan.

Diana adopted the air of an ancient elven queen, her tone becoming ethereal yet majestic.

His right hand, however, wandered restlessly between Moriarty's legs, gently grasped them, and gazed at Moriarty with tender affection.

"Honey, do you like this kind of excitement?"

Moriarty shook his head slightly, indicating that this was not the right place.

But Diana stubbornly continued to move, even extending her right foot.

The Elf Queen is full of energy. Even though she was utterly defeated last night, she was still full of life after having breakfast this morning.

Moriarty knew he had to take some action, otherwise, if Fleur and Diana got into a fight, would he support Diana or Fleur?

Of course, we should grab them and give each of them fifty lashes!

Moriarty calmly pushed away Diana's small hands and feet, and was about to speak when Fleur spoke first.

(End of this chapter)