The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 252 The Walking Dead

The Fallen Raven is a bone raven.

His body had no flesh and blood, only stark white bones.

Illuminated by the tri-colored light, it reflected an eerie and malevolent glow.

The crow's head was a black skull with a long, pointed beak like a spear stuck in it, and two ghostly flames burned in its dark eye sockets.

It was a deep, dark blue color, and about the size of a "Standard Spell, Beginner" book.

The Fallen Raven's wingspan was over thirty meters long, and its feathers were not attached to its body, but rather to the wing skeleton, gleaming and sharp like daggers.

It looks sinister and ferocious.

What surprised Moriarty the most was that the Fallen Raven had three legs.

"Yatagaraja?"

Moriarty's expression changed slightly, as if he had thought of something, but he inexplicably felt tired.

A wave of drowsiness washed over me, and my upper and lower eyelids seemed to fall in love, longing to embrace each other immediately.

The same slumber as during the competition, but the drowsiness was even stronger.

Moriarty was as if he hadn't slept for three days and three nights, with only one thing on his mind: sleep!

Lying on the ground, sleeping.

Close your eyes and go to sleep.

Put down your wand and go to sleep.

Moriarty forced himself to stay alert, shook his head, and squinted as he looked up at the sky.

Fallen crows flew slowly around the main stadium, followed by flocks of colorful crows.

Not a single crow attacked the wizards, yet tens of thousands of wizards present lay on the ground.

They used the ground as a soft bed and slept soundly.

Among them were many people Moriarty knew: James, Principal Dawn, Hagrid, Mrs. Malfoy, Tonks, Fleur...

The three deans stumbled and helped each other up, while Professor McGonagall clung tightly to Dumbledore's robe and dozed off in her chair.

There are no more standing wizards left, but if we broaden the criteria, Diana could be considered one.

She stood inside a green spherical protective shield, from which came soft crackling sounds followed by wisps of black smoke.

Diana's face was ashen. Maintaining the protective shield had consumed a great deal of magic, but she didn't care and stared intently at the rising black smoke.

Determining the source of the black smoke might break the spell of the Fallen Raven.

"Moriarty? Look at this black smoke, it's so strange."

Diana's voice became hoarse as she wearily called out to Moriarty, but received no response for a long time.

"Moriarty?"

Diana's heart skipped a beat, and she turned to look at Moriarty's location.

She saw Moriarty with his eyes half-closed, looking like he could fall asleep at any moment.

Moriarty's mouth slowly opened and closed, as if he were saying something, but Diana couldn't hear a sound.

Are you so sleepy you can't even speak?

"thump!"

Moriarty collapsed to the ground, drowsiness washing over him. He could no longer hold on; his vision blurred, and the last thing he remembered was—

Diana broke free of the protective shield, and the natural power of elven magic attached itself to her legs as she charged toward Moriarty.

Diana...

My dear teacher...

Moriarty curled the corners of his mouth and, in the moments before falling asleep, focused his mental and magical energy on the alchemy matrix.

The next moment, Moriarty fell into a deep sleep, but his brain was working at lightning speed, and the Alchemy Matrix was activated.

All information about the Fallen Raven, including the smallest details and peripheral messages, was converted into lines of code and input into the Alchemy Matrix.

Matrix expansion operations generate countless possibilities arranged into an array, allowing for predictions and judgments to be made one by one...

The magician's carefully prepared gift is suspected to be the Yatagarasu, which is revered as a deity by the Japanese.

Based on the magician's dying words, it's not hard to see that the Fallen Raven was taught to the magician by his boss.

Connecting the two pieces of information, Moriarty discovered a terrifying fact: the magician's boss was in Japan!

Or, to be even bolder, the BOSS is Japanese!

In this way, many doubts were gradually resolved.

The reason why Pang Ya stole the Ice Moon Necklace has been found: he wanted to find water element magic for the BOSS.

The reason why the magician joined the Japanese team has been found: after escaping from England, he went to Japan to find the BOSS and was ordered to participate in the Quidditch World Cup.

What exactly the task the BOSS gave the magician is remains unknown.

But this task is undoubtedly very important.

It was so important that the BOSS sent the Black Wizard of the Crow Clan to help the magician.

Judging from Kogoro Tsukamura's attitude towards the magician, the magician is Kogoro Tsukamura's superior.

It's not hard to see that Pang Ya Society is just an ordinary black wizard organization among the many organizations controlled by the BOSS.

Therefore, in the eyes of the BOSS, the Japanese team's combat strength might not be enough to complete the mission. So the BOSS gave the magician a trump card: the Fallen Raven.

As Moriarty said, the Fallen Raven is a summoning spell, belonging to the dark element, and requires a dark ritual to be prepared before casting.

The mascot, the seven-colored crow, and the gold coins distributed to the crowd are the mediums of the dark ritual.

Through a medium, the Fallen Raven absorbed enough dark power and was finally born.

The magician's killing of five Japanese and his repeated use of dark elemental magic targeting people's hearts were likely attempts to increase his dark power.

Everyone has a dark side, and even if someone is pure and bright, they will still experience negative emotions.

All the magician did was bring together the dark power and negative emotions of nearly 100,000 people.

Rather than saying the Fallen Raven is a form of dark elemental magic, it's more accurate to say that the darkness in people's hearts created this monster.

The Fallen Raven possesses the dark power of 100,000 people; its magical effects are certainly not as simple as putting people to sleep.

The real horror comes after the slumber...

The alchemical matrix finished its deduction, and Moriarty understood the cause and effect.

With a "whoosh," Moriarty opened his eyes!

He saw Diana nervously cup his face in her hands, her expression filled with anxiety and worry.

Due to contact with the protective shield and her rapid running, Diana was attacked by black smoke, turning her long dress into a mini-skirt and revealing a lot of her fair skin.

Moriarty smiled. "My dear teacher, you were so worried about me."

Diana blushed. "You naughty student, where are you looking?"

At that moment, a scream rang out from afar, piercing and shrill.

Moriarty took Diana's hand and stood up, looking toward the source of the sound.

A brown-haired sorcerer got up from the ground, screaming as he walked toward Moriarty.

He walked very slowly, his head drooping, his hands and feet moving like rusty machines, his eyes turning bloodshot, muttering incomprehensible syllables, and drooling profusely.

"This grotesque appearance, is it even human?"

Diana gripped Moriarty's hand tightly.

Moriarty's face darkened: "Walking corpses."

Another scream rang out!

Another wizard slowly stood up, his posture, appearance, and movements the same as the previous one, and walked towards Moriarty.

"They were the first group of wizards to fall into a deep sleep," Moriarty's eyes gleamed. "They fell into a deep sleep for about three minutes, and then became walking corpses!"

Diana nodded thoughtfully: "That's the magical effect of the Fallen Raven!"

Every kind of magic has its counterpart.

Any kind of magic can be broken.

An old wizard who wished to remain anonymous once said that magic must be used to defeat magic!

Once the magical effect is found, the probability of countering or breaking that magic will greatly increase.

Diana looked at Moriarty with hopeful eyes; in her eyes, her man was the most intelligent and powerful wizard in the world.

There is no curse that Moriarty cannot break.

But Moriarty shook his head, glanced at the fallen ravens in the sky, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid it's not that simple."

"If falling into a deep sleep is the first form, and being a walking corpse is the second form, then is there a third form? And what is the third form?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the black gold coins scattered on the ground rose into the air.

Moriarty swung his staff and unleashed a shattering spell, shattering a black gold coin and sending up a wisp of black smoke.

"Black smoke again!" Diana's eyes burned.

"Look closely, two black gold coins flew away."

Moriarty stretched out his right hand, fingers spread, and two water arrows shot out, catching up with the black gold coins and blasting them to pieces.

Two wisps of black smoke rose, and Moriarty summoned two whirlwinds to shatter them.

After completing one set of procedures, two more black gold coins flew out and landed on the forehead of the wizard who was the first to become a "walking dead"!

"Ugh—ahhh!"

The two zombies roared and ran like savages at incredible speed.

Moriarty noticed that some of their body parts had deformed; their teeth had become larger and sharper, stretching their mouths out; their limbs had grown larger; and their nails had grown longer.

"The third form."

Diana stuttered for the first time; girls are naturally afraid of such strange people.

"Crushed to pieces!"

Moriarty raised his fir wand and fired two shattering spells at the monster. The monster felt no pain and ran even faster.

The situation continued to deteriorate, and with a few swift "whoosh" sounds, three more wizards, now transformed into zombies, stood up!

(End of this chapter)