The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 262 Slytherin's Graveyard

"The four giants constructing an alternate dimension is something I've never heard of before, and there are no related stories or legends that have been passed down."

A look of horror flashed across Moriarty's eyes, but it was gone in an instant.

"There must be a secret hidden here."

Fiery red sky, inky black water, golden seabed, and a strange breeze.

Moriarty looked at each one in turn. He possessed the magic of both water and wind elements, but he could not discern the magical effects of the inky water and the strange breeze.

Merlin said that the four leaders of Hogwarts had some knowledge of elemental magic.

Now it seems that they have not only conducted research, but have clearly reached the legendary level. Even the gate to the God of Law has been opened to the four giants.

With a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings), Moriarty sped off in all four directions.

I looked back and forth several times, but I still couldn't see the end of the inky black water.

Moriarty suspected that there were only four types of ecosystems in this magical space.

Heaven, water, earth, wind.

Below the sky is water, and in the water is land; the wind only needs to blow on the land.

A strange spatial structure—no one knows what the four giants are thinking.

Moriarty flew high into the air and clearly felt the temperature gradually rising.

Apart from the temperature, there was nothing unusual about the fiery red sky.

So Moriarty flew down to the surface of the water, cautiously observing it, unsure whether the water was poisonous.

He slowly infused the water with water elemental magic, as if he were touching a girl's smooth skin.

The soft touch traveled through Moriarty's body from the source of the magic, making him feel a tingling, incredibly comfortable sensation.

The water was calm and the golden underground was clearly visible, seemingly unaffected.

After confirming that the water was safe, Moriarty tentatively reached out his right hand to touch the surface of the water, his fingertips feeling the smooth, delicate texture.

Moriarty held up a finger and gently traced a line on the water's surface, saying, "Moses parted the sea."

Water elemental magic formed a dividing line, splitting the water surface to both sides, revealing a straight passage leading directly into the golden underground, perfectly displayed before Moriarty.

Moriarty walked into the water, with the churning pale blue lake water on both sides and a passage carved through it in front of him.

The underwater world is not as magnificent as the seabed, nor is it as turbulent as the lakebed.

The vibrant life force emanating from the vegetation wafts over, refreshing and invigorating.

Moriarty suddenly had a feeling similar to the feeling he had when he first drank Felix Felicis.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and Moriarty reacted quickly, grabbing the tail of the wind and unleashing a "Wind Stealing" attack.

"Ding-dong~ Attempt to seize failed!"

Moriarty heard the system's cold, mechanical voice echo in his mind.

"The magic level of the breeze detected is approximately level 93, a legendary archmage. The host may attempt to seize it after reaching level 71, the archmage."

Moriarty was waiting for the system's detection!

"In other words, Rowena Ravenclaw is equivalent to a level 93 legendary archmage." He squinted and began to analyze.

"Helga Hufflepuff's rank is currently impossible to determine, but all the records indicate that she was a person who did not compete with the world."

Godric Gryffindor and Salazar, needless to say, are only of a higher rank.

A thought suddenly popped into Moriarty's mind: Perhaps the four giants didn't die, but became gods?

Another gentle breeze blew by, causing the clumps of vegetation to sway and releasing a fragrance.

Moriarty sniffed, and gradually, he felt as if something had appeared in his stomach, and he miraculously felt full!

His limbs and bones were full of power, and he had inexhaustible energy.

"Hey, hey, this isn't Helga Hufflepuff's vegetable garden, is it?"

Moriarty's smile was fleeting, but a gentle smile remained in his eyes, showing that he didn't dislike the small plants.

But you can't smell the fragrance anymore, or you'll definitely choke to death.

He casually turned a corner and walked towards the sparsely vegetated underground area.

Along the way, a gentle breeze would occasionally blow by. Moriarty counted that every 12 seconds, the vegetation would grow a little bit.

As Moriarty walked, the vegetation became increasingly sparse until he reached a hill where there was not a single plant, revealing barren land.

Upon reaching the hilltop, Moriarty looked around and saw a row of black walls in the distance.

The walls were very high and there were no gates, so the inside could not be seen from the outside.

Although the ground is still golden, you have to remember that this is underwater!

An underwater wall? What's on the other side of the wall?

Everything seemed so unusual.

Moriarty walked to the wall and discovered that the wall was made of a very special material, an unknown metal that blocked magic.

He waved his hand and summoned a whirlwind, but it couldn't topple the wall. He brought in a flood, but it couldn't wash away the wall.

Moriarty also sent out the Spectral Serpent, but the moment it touched the wall, it "whooshed" down, let alone climbed over it.

Are we just going to be helpless like this?

Moriarty took a few steps in front of the wall, his hands behind his back, his brow slightly furrowed, and he stared at the wall in thought from time to time.

With immense courage, he cast the Devouring Curse on himself and unexpectedly discovered the magical space of the Four Giants, where countless secrets awaited his discovery and exploration.

How can we stop here?

Wait, the wall might be related to the Big Four!?

Moriarty had a sudden inspiration and spoke in Parseltongue towards the wall: "Open!"

"Creak—"

One of the walls in the black enclosure slowly moved, opening a crack!

A thoughtful look flashed in Moriarty's eyes. The fact that Parseltongue could command the black walls meant that what was inside was most likely related to Salazar's ancestors.

When the black wall was fully opened, Moriarty walked in without hesitation.

To prevent any accidents, he took out the Slytherin Staff from the system space and held it in his hand.

Walking through the wall, a cemetery comes into view.

Grayish-white graves were piled up on the ground, row upon row.

There were no tombstones or offerings in front of the graves, but Moriarty felt they were not lonely at all.

A strange, warm atmosphere permeated the cemetery. It was quite peculiar that, despite being a place where the dead were buried, there was no eerie or frightening atmosphere.

Even Moriarty couldn't help but want to lie down on the ground and take a nap there.

Moriarty was certain he was neither under a spell nor bewitched, but the feeling was real.

He approached the cemetery step by step, walking among the tombs, feeling a throbbing in his heart, and his blood becoming hot and burning as if it were on fire.

"The power of bloodline..."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes; he now understood something: this cemetery was the final resting place of the Slytherins.

To prove it, Moriarty slowly raised his staff and said in a deep voice in Parseltongue, "Slytherin!"

A silver cross bursts forth from the ground, standing about 100 meters tall, its top reflecting the light of water, making it extremely conspicuous among the tombs.

Moriarty looked up and saw a long, large snake nailed to the cross.

No, ordinary snakes aren't that long or that big. That was a serpent monster, a serpent monster over 50 meters long.

Moriarty flew to the top of the cross and saw that the basilisk had a feather on its head. No matter how many years had passed, the feather was still bright red.

"It's a male basilisk."

Moriarty landed slowly, making his assessment while becoming alert.

If this were the Slytherin family cemetery, who would have nailed the Basilisk to the cross?

No, no!

Moriarty seemed to remember something, and he looked up again, gazing at the cross.

"Where have I seen this scene before? I must have!"

Moriarty began to try to recall, and he activated the alchemical matrix, inputting the data for the scene of "the crucifixion of the basilisk".

A memory flashed into my mind: during a conversation with Nicolas Flamel, Flamel gave Moriarty a book.

"The Jewish Book of Abraham!"

Moriarty remembered; the second set of illustrations in the book depicted a cemetery with a cross on it. A snake was nailed to the cross.

The picture perfectly matches the scene at this moment!

Nicolas Flamel's words still resonate: the death of a snake on the cross represents corruption, while death on the cross represents sublimation!

Moriarty swept over the graves.

Death, and transcendence...?

"Slytherin?"

A voice rang out above Moriarty's head.

The light reflected from the top of the cross twisted and shot out a beam of emerald light, which intertwined and changed in the air, eventually transforming into a wizard dressed in a dark green robe.

(End of this chapter)