The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 240 The Bear and the Hole (Please subscribe at the beginning of the month)

"Why do you always play my cards? I'm the landlord, just like you!"

Lady Malfoy frowned as she glanced at Penelope and Fleur.

In this match, they are teammates, facing off against Diana, Tonks, and Gemma.

Penelope looked at her with a smile: "Madam, don't say it out loud. We are just like you, all striving for the final victory."

"That's right." Furong nodded her little head in agreement, her silver hair swaying back and forth.

Mrs. Malfoy then looked at the others. Tonks gloated, Diana smiled without saying a word, and Gemma clapped and cheered.

"These little girls... they're quite vengeful."

Mrs. Malfoy smiled dismissively; she could see that the strategy of pretending to be a novice had provoked public outrage.

If Mrs. Malfoy doesn't lose a hand, the girls will likely continue to target her in the following games.

With that in mind, Mrs. Malfoy began to play her cards more casually.

Soon, thanks to the girls' concerted efforts and Mrs. Malfoy's intentional or unintentional "letting the game go," the landlord suffered a crushing defeat.

"Let's begin, madam!!!"

The women shouted excitedly, their eyes fixed intently on Mrs. Malfoy.

"childish."

Mrs. Malfoy stood up, walked to the French windows, and drew the thick curtains.

"Not even bothering to draw the curtains, aren't you ashamed?" Mrs. Malfoy scoffed. "Aren't you afraid of being spied on by perverts?"

The girls were shy and blushed, so they lowered their heads.

"Hurry up," Diana said irritably.

"Alright, a bet's a bet." Mrs. Malfoy smoothed her blonde hair, smiled proudly, her beauty as radiant as a daffodil.

As a pureblood, even when naked, one must maintain an air of elegance and grace.

She took off her white shawl, revealing her swan-like neck, and then sat down gracefully.

"A scarf counts as clothing?"

The little girls were unhappy and pouted.

Take it off again!

Mrs. Malfoy remained unmoved, shuffling the cards as she said, "Shoes count as clothing, so why can't scarves?"

"Okay, then I'll take off my socks."

Without a word, Penelope promptly took off her white socks.

She stretched out her ten white, tender toes, then "whoosh," she quickly tucked them under the covers.

Where's Furong?

All the women turned their gaze to Furong.

Which piece of clothing would you choose to take off?

Furong felt the "ill-intentioned" gazes from all sides, and her face turned red to the roots of her neck.

"Hibiscus, have you made up your mind?" Diana asked with a mischievous smile.

"I..." Furong bit her lower lip, slowly put her hands on her thighs, and slowly took off her white stockings.

A pair of long, white, and supple legs were revealed, dazzling the women.

And the white underwear above her legs looked even more alluring.

"Wow!!!"

The women clapped in celebration, as if they had accomplished a great task.

Furong blushed with embarrassment, her face turning pink, and quickly pulled the blanket over her legs.

"Furong is such a lovable girl."

Diana teased, pinching the stockings that Hibiscus had taken off between two fingers and sniffing them gently.

Furong suddenly got angry: "You just wait! Today I'll make sure you lose all your underwear!"

Mrs. Malfoy neatly stacked the cards. "The cards are shuffled. Let's start the next game."

The third game begins.

After the initial probing in the first round and the shared hatred in the second, the two teams finally met.

The women clearly got into the zone, their card skills improved considerably, and they played intently for more than ten minutes before Penelope, Fleur, and Diana emerged victorious.

Mrs. Malfoy calmly took off her coat and placed it on the hanger, her long purple dress outlining her curvaceous figure.

Tonks and Gemma followed Penelope's example, taking off their socks and going barefoot.

"Again!"

Gradually, the atmosphere became tense.

As the game began and ended, the women wore less and less clothing, and three hours passed.

Moriarty tried several times to go in and bring them some afternoon tea, taking the opportunity to check on their situation.

Merlin above, I was just worried they'd start fighting, not trying to peek.

Moriarty walked to the bedroom door, and as soon as he knocked, he heard several cold shouts coming from behind the door!

"You naughty junior, don't come in!"

"go out!"

"Don't bother us!"

"Don't come in!"

"If you dare come in, I'll bite you to death!"

The two women and four girls inside the room exchanged glances and smiled in unison.

Hearing the women's silvery laughter, Moriarty felt relieved and went to sit in the living room for a while.

Two more hours passed, and the women had been playing cards all afternoon. As evening approached, Moriarty walked to the bedroom door again.

"Everyone's out," Moriarty knocked on the door. "It's past six, come out for dinner."

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The door didn't open. Moriarty frowned. Had something gone wrong?

"What's going on with you guys?"

If you don't say anything, I'm coming in!

Moriarty curled his lips into a wicked smile.

A flustered and hurried voice immediately came from inside the door.

"Don't!"

"Bad juniors are not allowed in."

"We're fine, don't come in."

Oh?

A glint flashed in Moriarty's eyes, and finally came Lady Malfoy's voice.

She sounds quite embarrassed.

A rustling sound came from behind.

Is this... getting dressed?

Moriarty smiled knowingly.

Then came Fleur's scream: "Diana! It's all your fault! My stockings have two holes!"

"The quality is bad, is that my fault?"

"Stop trying to deny it! Your nails are so long; you must have torn them when you grabbed them!"

Yes, Professor Diana's nails were indeed longer than those of an average woman.

Moriarty nodded in agreement.

Whenever things got heated, Diana would always hold Moriarty tightly.

Moriarty had already learned this lesson the hard way.

"Gemma, you're wearing your teddy bear backwards!" Penelope chuckled, followed by laughter from the other girls.

Gemma exclaimed shyly, "Oh dear," and said, "Please stop talking, he's still outside..."

Moriarty didn't react for a moment. A little bear? What little bear?

Can you wear a teddy bear?

With a "click," the door was pushed open from the inside.

Diana, dressed neatly, strode out and saw Moriarty looking bewildered. She went up to him, took his arm, and led him outside.

"What a lecherous student, eavesdropping on girls' whispers? Pervert! Crooked!"

Moriarty then picked up Diana and leaned down to press himself against her.

"Aren't you afraid they'll see you?" Diana squinted her eyes comfortably.

Moriarty chuckled and was about to speak when the door opened again, startling Diana into jumping off him.

One by one, the women came out, with Gemma lagging behind.

She lowered her head, her face flushed, and glanced shyly at Moriarty before looking away, her expression slightly embarrassed and ashamed.

It seems that the one who lost the most was Senior Gemma.

Moriarty found it amusing.

Gemma Farley is usually an intellectual and reserved senior student.

Now, well...

Another person who seemed unusual was Mrs. Malfoy.

She walked forward with heavy steps, her small fists clenched tightly at her sides. She wasn't wearing a scarf, and the blush on her neck was particularly noticeable.

Tsk tsk.

It seems this shrewd and capable woman also lost quite a bit.

But where did the scarf go?

Moriarty glanced into the bedroom and saw only an open deck of cards and a messy bed; he didn't see the scarf.

That's strange, where could it be?

As Moriarty walked behind the group of women, he noticed that Fleur's dress seemed to have gotten bigger and wider.

Hey, isn't that Mrs. Malfoy's scarf?

Moriarty took a closer look and noticed a small hole in the back of Fleur's leg.

As her legs swayed, the exposed tender flesh and fair skin were an irresistible temptation.

Combining what he had heard before, Moriarty understood the cause and effect.

Diana accidentally tore a hole in Fleur's stockings, and Lady Malfoy lent Fleur her scarf to cover her legs.

Well, to be honest, Furong's legs are especially alluring.

But most importantly—

They learned to help each other, which is great.

Moriarty was even more pleased when he heard Tonks say he would buy Fleur a pair of stockings.

"Buy a black one," he said with a smile, leaning closer.

"Pooh!"

"You big pervert!"

"Bad student!"

"Bad junior!"

"Bad Moriarty!"

"Dream on!"

The group walked toward the restaurant, chatting and laughing.

Moriarty ordered a large table of delicious food, but the women, as if by prior arrangement, devoured the meal in a flash and headed towards Moriarty's room.

Moriarty had a bad feeling. Were they going to continue?

Back in the luxury suite, all the women were sitting on the sofa.

Upon seeing the women's posture, Moriarty immediately conjured up a chair and sat down next to them.

However, the six of them spoke quite loudly, showing no intention of avoiding Moriarty's presence.

Guess what Gemma's little bear means.

(End of this chapter)