The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 264 The Millennium Truth, Moriarty's Squib Ancestor

"Could I borrow your staff?" Salazar extended his right hand from his sleeve, palm up.

Moriarty tossed his staff to Salazar with delight.

"Snapped!"

Salazar gripped the staff, flipped his wrist, and held it with one hand, causing the staff to gleam with silver light.

"Unseen for a thousand years, death has returned."

Salazar raised his staff and tapped it lightly on the ground. With a crisp clink, a huge magic circle appeared on the ground of the cemetery.

"The Slytherin Family Magic Circle".

Moriarty discovered that the tombs were not randomly built on the ground, but rather aligned with the trajectory of the magic circle.

The magic circle slowly rotated, shimmering with a mesmerizing emerald light.

The obscure patterns engraved on it are deeply captivating.

The silver, mysterious runes exuded an ancient aura.

The tomb seemed to come alive, emitting dozens of beams of silver light that shone in harmony with the magic circle.

"The cemetery is the base of the magic circle, and each grave is perfectly placed on the same mysterious rune."

The magic circle rotated, its trajectory connecting every tomb.

Moriarty spoke, his voice booming, his eyes gleaming, his demeanor confident, his presence extraordinary, shining like a star.

His analysis unveiled the mystery of the magic circle from a thousand years ago.

"Judging from the mysterious runes—although I have never seen such strange runes before."

But it felt similar to the Slytherin teleportation array to me.

It is generally speculated that the mysterious runes have magical effects of "changing luck, teleporting, and transmitting".

The tomb served as the core of the magic.

Therefore, the cemetery is a way of channeling magic to a certain wizard or some other being.

Moriarty surveyed the scale of the cemetery and added, "The magical power being channeled must be exceptionally vast."

"Heh." Salazar chuckled, neither objecting nor agreeing, but simply waved his staff at Moriarty's method.

Salazar and Moriarty took off at the same time and rose into the sky.

"Look again now," Salazar gestured for Moriarty to look down at the magic circle, which Moriarty did. A few seconds later, Salazar asked, "Did you find it?"

"The northeast corner of the magic circle only has mysterious runes, but no tomb." Moriarty frowned; this situation was no small matter.

"An incomplete magic circle?"

Salazar met Moriarty's questioning gaze and nodded. "Yes, incomplete."

"Those incomplete graves, those tombs that should be in the cemetery, belong to the branch of my Squib son's clan!"

Salazar looked eastward, his voice desolate.

"That is, the tombs of your ancestors who went far away to China."

"I think I can understand it as the magic circle only being able to function at its maximum effect when the graves of my clan are returned to their proper places." Moriarty's eyes gleamed.

"Who taught you to be so incisive?" Salazar smiled.

A rare sight indeed.

Moriarty didn't know how many people Salazar had smiled at, but Salazar's smile was truly beautiful.

Salazar said with pride, "As you said, the magic circle requires the graves of the direct descendants of the Slytherin family!"

Collateral relatives are not allowed, half-bloods with Slytherin blood are not allowed, and thieves and swindlers who steal Slytherin blood will turn to ash the moment they touch the magic circle.

This eliminates Voldemort.

He was a descendant of the Gaunt family, belonging to a collateral branch.

Moriarty said with a hint of regret, "I'm afraid the magic circle won't be able to function at its full potential. My parents were killed by the Yeti of Dongzang, and their remains have not been recovered."

"These graves don't only contain bones," Salazar said, giving Moriarty a meaningful look.

"So that's how it is..."

Moriarty's gaze as he observed the tomb changed repeatedly.

He carefully noted down the most frequently appearing mysterious runes on the magic circle and entered them into the alchemy matrix.

However, the usually omnipotent alchemical matrix seemed to have crashed, failing to produce any data or analysis for a long time.

A sharp pain shot through him, and Moriarty felt a fire burning in his mind, as if it were going to turn him into an idiot.

Moreover, his body began to emit smoke, showing signs of self-immolation!

"Calm down, Slytherin."

Salazar's voice rang in Moriarty's ears, and he swung his staff at Moriarty, instantly relieving the excruciating pain.

Moriarty exhaled, looking at Salazar with lingering fear. "This is the second time I've experienced the threat of death."

Salazar was not a wizard who was curious about other people's lives, and he remained indifferent even if the other person was his descendant.

Generally speaking, when ancestors hear their descendants talk about death, they will offer a few words of comfort, more or less.

But Salazar simply said, "Try it a few more times, and you'll get used to it."

He wasn't curious at all about the circumstances surrounding Moriarty's first death threat.

However, Moriarty would not allow himself to be threatened with death.

He cast spells in succession, activating the three major protective incantations simultaneously, preparing to reactivate the alchemy matrix and analyze the mysterious runes.

Salazar noticed the subtle magical fluctuations emanating from Moriarty.

"I advise you to give up using the Brain Dimension." As Merlin's teacher, Salazar was quite familiar with the Brain Dimension.

Merlin developed the Brain Dimension to combat Dracula's viral magic.

I'm telling you, the magic array here is far more powerful than viral magic; it involves gods—yes, that's right, the god of magic you mentioned before.

Moriarty immediately abandoned his idea of ​​analyzing the magic circle and instead asked, "So, with my current strength, can I understand the meaning of the mysterious runes?"

"Yes," Salazar calmly looked down at the magic circle, tapped his staff lightly, and the same mysterious rune lit up. "Life and death, a rather simple rune, yet irreplaceable."

life and death?

Moriarty narrowed his eyes.

Crossing the line between life and death?

If the magic circle's function is to transfer magic power to Salazar, who is crossing the boundary between life and death, then everything makes sense.

No, wait, there's one more thing—

His own Squib ancestor, Salazar's Squib son!

Moriarty looked at Salazar, who was also looking at him.

"Now that you have the staff, you must have seen the family tree," Salazar said, handing the staff to Moriarty. "It records the staff's origin; it was stolen by my Squib son, isn't it?"

Moriarty smirked and said meaningfully, "A Squib stole the vital Slytherin staff right under the nose of a legendary mage."

Anyone with even a basic understanding of magic knows this defies common sense.

"Ha, you're right, I knew you could tell."

Salazar chuckled dismissively: "I'm not afraid to tell you, but my Squib son was misled and made a deal with the darkness, which is why he was able to steal the staff so easily."

"What are the details of the transaction?"

"Nobody knows for sure. I speculate that the darkness led him to China, otherwise he would have no reason to flee to eastern Tibet in China—does he like the freezing cold and suffering?"

Haha, I never realized he had such a hardworking and resilient quality.

Salazar, his face contorted with rage, paced slowly through the air with his hands behind his back.

Moriarty has finally discovered the source of Slytherin's sharp tongue.

So Salazar showed no mercy even to his own son!

"Darkness... reminds me of dark elemental magic." Moriarty recalled the magician and the Japanese BOSS, and a murderous intent flashed within him.

Salazar suddenly turned around and stared at Moriarty.

"Oh, you mean dark elemental magic? Well then, watch out, my Slytherin."

Salazar clicked his tongue, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"After my Squib son made the deal, he learned dark elemental magic and transformed from a Squib into a legendary archmage, at one point evenly matched with me."

"That's right," Moriarty nodded, then said with a smile, "It's truly unfortunate news; perhaps I'll perish overseas this summer..."

Salazar gently shook his head: "I won't let you die easily, or rather, it's not your time to die yet."

Moriarty looked at the magic circle above the cemetery, his tone serious: "So, you chose death willingly?"

"I'm glad you noticed that." Salazar smiled for the second time, clearly enjoying his conversation with Moriarty.

"Death is eternal life!"

"Since ancient times, immortality has been the desire and dream of countless people."

At this moment, Salazar looked weary and spoke in a deep, somber tone.

Through the ages, we sit and watch the passage of time.

Salazar told Moriarty yet another story.

(End of this chapter)