The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 248 Saints and Vantor

Under the cover of dusk, the Japanese team landed on the ground, and Kogoro Tsukamura, along with five other Japanese men, infiltrated the chaotic crowd.

The wizards fled desperately, and no one noticed that the Japanese had sneaked up to the vicinity of the dance floor, secretly peeking and observing Moriarty not far away, waiting for the "Fallen Raven" to awaken.

Meanwhile, Kogoro Tsukamura crouched down near Lilith. He saw Lilith run towards Moriarty and revealed a twisted smile.

"Hehe, little beauty..."

Meanwhile, seeing the fire growing larger, Moriarty waved his wand: "Water as a Spring!"

A steady stream of clear water emerged from the tip of his wand, and Moriarty swung it sharply into the air, summoning a raging river!

The sound of rushing water extinguished the fire.

Two very conspicuous spells in succession drew the attention of the attackers in the air to Moriarty, and one of the attackers shot a green beam at Moriarty!

"It's a killing curse!"

The wizards exclaimed in horror that this was blatant murder, a death sentence for Moriarty!

Moriarty calmly glanced at the Killing Curse in the sky, activated the Flight Charm, and suddenly soared into the sky. The Killing Curse missed its target and struck the ground.

"Ice Serpent Dance!"

Moriarty used water elemental magic, and twelve ice snakes sprang from the great river, snowflakes fell from the sky, and a blizzard was brewing.

But the aerial attackers seemed unaffected; they flew erratically through the air, bombarding the ground indiscriminately.

A killing curse grazed Dumbledore's hair and landed at his feet.

He was just millimeters away from being killed, the most powerful white wizard in history.

However, thanks to this spell, Dumbledore, who was lost in his memories, was awakened.

"Killing Curse..." Dumbledore sighed softly, stepping over the marks left by the curse on the ground with his boots. "Grindelwald would never use the Killing Curse on me, nor on his saints."

So who exactly are you guys?

Dumbledore looked up abruptly, raised the Elder Wand, and cast a spell into the air.

"Phoenix Dance!"

The tip of the elderflower wand flashed with a dazzling light, which instantly expanded to form the silhouette of a phoenix.

The Phoenix Light and Shadow looks roughly the same as the Fox, but it is larger and more ornate.

The phoenix flapped its wings and soared into the sky, every feather on its body shimmering with golden light, like the rising sun illuminating the darkness.

The scene in the air suddenly became visible to the naked eye, and the wizards looked up to see seven vampires wearing black cloaks flying in the sky.

Each vampire grabbed a wizard by the shoulder, making the seven wizards fly up. The seven wizards continuously fired spells from their wands, attacking randomly without any clear target.

"It's Poland! Or rather, the Saints!"

Moriarty recognized the seven wizards, and his eyes burned with rage.

The Polish team is involved with vampires, what a wizard's pride!

And this group of vampires—

"You persistent ghosts, when will you finally open your eyes!" Moriarty flew in front of a vampire. Once he spotted the attacker, things would become much simpler.

The black-cloaked vampire, with his black hair, was blinded by the intense light of the Phoenix Dance and mumbled something Moriarty had never heard before.

"Ding-dong~ The host has discovered a vampire code. The host is rewarded with one exploration lottery draw."

Vampires?

Moriarty glanced at the black-haired vampire with a slightly different look. He must be of a higher status than ordinary vampires, right?

"System, how many points is he worth?"

"The host is now facing an ordinary vampire. Killing an ordinary vampire will earn 1000 points."

Moriarty acted decisively, unleashing a "Refreshing Breeze!"

A cool breeze blew by, and the vampire's head was instantly corroded into a pool of blood.

Moriarty received a system notification that he had earned 1000 points. Strangely, the black-haired vampire's hands gripped the Polish player's shoulders tightly!

"Extremely painful!"

The Polish players maliciously raised their magic wands at Moriarty.

Moriarty frowned slightly, channeling his water elemental magic to create an ice wall in front of him, stopping the Cruciatus Curse.

Then, by channeling the magic of the wind element, a wind arrow appeared out of thin air behind the Polish player and pierced his heart with perfect accuracy.

"Torn apart!"

Moriarty coldly added the final curse, and the black-haired vampire and the Polish player were blown to bits.

Strangely, I didn't hear the system notification that my points had increased.

This suggests that the Polish player has never killed anyone before, and today's attack may be the first time he has committed such a crime.

"saint."

Moriarty pondered for a moment, his previous speculation about the Saints' purpose in infiltrating the Polish team for the World Cup now seemed to be to attack Hyprose.

Then a new question arises: why are saints involved with vampires?

Moriarty suppressed his doubts and flew towards another Polish player, repeating the curse without any mercy. Another Polish player fell.

"cracking!"

The phoenix of light and shadow cried out, its feathers ignited with scorching flames, and its wings, like two fiery fans, flew over the heads of the three vampires.

The three vampires were instantly ignited, and the three Polish players were not spared either, all turning to ashes.

As Moriarty visually assessed the speed and heat of the phoenix of light, he pondered how he would counter the spell if he were to face it himself.

With Moriarty and Dumbledore taking action, only two of the seven saints remained, while the other was trapped in the air by the Hogwarts professors.

With only one saint remaining, Moriarty recognized him: Gabriel, the Polish Seeker.

According to the information Furong found, Gabriel was wearing a necklace with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.

It seems he is the leader of this group of saints.

Moriarty flew toward Gabriel, and Dumbledore's phoenix of light also flew toward him.

Gabriel noticed this and hurriedly told the vampire who was carrying him to fly away quickly, but the vampire ignored him and continued flying while speaking incomprehensible vampire language.

Before long, Moriarty and the Phoenix of Light and Shadow blocked Gabriel's path, one in front and one behind.

"Moriarty..." Gabriel pleaded in a panic, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, please! They made me do all these things."

"Capture the spirit, grasp the mind!"

Moriarty stared directly into Gabriel's eyes, his gaze sharpening as he read the other's emotions and memories.

"Panic, anger, excitement, and...kindness hidden deep within?"

Gabriel's emotions were very complicated.

Moriarty began to examine Gabriel's memories.

"Saints, Polish stronghold, Vampire Ventura..."

"So that's how it is," Moriarty understood the whole story. "No wonder these two unrelated saints got involved with vampires; they were hired by the vampire Ventral."

"Hmph," Moriarty turned to Gabriel and mocked, "The saints were so glorious back then, but you've taken on the job of a vampire!"

"Your old master, even with his frail and elderly body, is stronger than all of you. You've completely disgraced Grindelwald!"

Upon hearing "Grindelwald," Gabriel's eyes lit up. "You're not allowed to mention Lord Grindelwald!"

Gabriel raised his wand and muttered incantations, seemingly casting a complex and powerful spell.

Moriarty did not give Gabriel the chance; he summoned a wind arrow that pierced Gabriel's neck.

Before he breathed his last, Gabriel pulled the necklace of the Deathly Hallows from his chest and looked at it one last time with hope.

The phoenix of light flew over, picked up the necklace with its beak, burned the vampire to death in the process, and then went to find Dumbledore.

It is worth mentioning that the Phoenix of Light flew to a low altitude and killed the last trapped Tongue Saint.

Moriarty felt that Dumbledore was protecting Grindelwald, but given that this incident was related to vampires and had a strange feel to it, he didn't take it too seriously.

The attackers were dealt with, the threat was gone, and the wizards who hadn't had a chance to escape hugged each other as if they had survived a disaster.

Moriarty landed back on the ground, and the women ran over like fawns, all of them shedding tears.

Fleur cried the most, and when danger struck, Moriarty was by her side, protecting her.

Moriarty comforted them one by one, counted the heads, and found that Madame Malfoy and Lilith were missing.

Diana whispered in Moriarty's ear, "Narcissa and her son are being well protected by the Canadian wizards."

"Where is Lilith?" Moriarty asked, frowning. He wasn't worried about Madame Malfoy, because he had seen the Canadian wizards escorting the dignitaries in their retreat.

But Lilith—

Moriarty hadn't seen her since the start of the ball!

(End of this chapter)