The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 310 All Curses End

With a strange smile, the red-lipped Duwein darted over.

Moriarty was puzzled when he saw that Duveen wanted to compete with him in physical combat. He raised his hand and waved his cedarwood wand, "Obstacles upon obstacles."

The blue-green magical light flashed brightly and hit Duwayne precisely.

"That's fast! More than eight times faster than the person in front." Duwen blinked. The person in front was naturally Jericho.

Duwen was slowed down by the spell and couldn't fly over, so he jumped down from a low altitude. A golden light flashed in his eyes, and the shadow behind him grew bigger and thicker.

With rampant demonic energy, like a demon god, the vast and boundless magical power emanating from it made the little snakes watching around tremble as if a whirlwind had swept through the Slytherin dungeon.

Duwein's eyes were already a golden color, which was also suspicious. Moriarty squinted and found that Duwein's pupils did not have a dazzling golden light, but were clear, transparent and lively.

Duveen met Moriarty's fierce gaze, subtly twisting his wrist to point his wand at Moriarty, and said coldly, "Obstacles abound!"

"boom!"

The magic surged forth as if it had materialized, producing a thunderous roar.

Professor Snape, his face tense, pulled out his wand, gripped it tightly, and prepared to intervene and support Moriarty at any moment.

His magic power is so immense that, if strength is judged solely by magic power, Duwein is at the level of the four Deans.

Under the incredulous gaze of the crowd, the invisible spell transformed into an air cannon and shot out, its target Moriarty.

However, the effects of slowing and decelerating magic were amplified several times, resulting in a larger casting range.

The surrounding snakes were under a spell, and they all retreated in unison, falling onto their companions like dominoes, until the snakes in the last row summoned a sofa to sit down and stopped falling.

The core of the spell, the magical light, had already reached Moriarty.

"Super-strong armor for protection!"

Moriarty swung his fir wand in a circle in front of him.

A huge circular shield, about five meters in radius, stood in front of Moriarty.

Professor Snape calmly put his wand away; the Ironclad Charm was practically an iron wall, so there was no need for his assistance.

"Bang!"

The spell struck the large shield, emitting a feeble hum before dissipating, along with the magical fluctuations it had generated.

The little snakes breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up.

Moriarty said to Duveen, "Do you know what I saw in your spell?"

They witnessed a vast reserve of magic power and a spellcasting technique devoid of any skill.

You're like a vessel filled with energy, but you don't know how to use it.

As he spoke, Moriarty turned his scrutinizing gaze to the shadowy figure, for Duveen’s unusually large magical power mostly came from the shadowy figure.

Upon hearing this, Duwene shuddered as if stung by a poisonous bee, and roared, "You're talking nonsense! What do you wizards know? Foolish! Foolish!"

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes: "I'll kill you, wizard!"

Then, with a wave of his wand, the spell flew out like a cannonball.

"Disarm you!"

"Torn apart!"

"A dragon has emerged from its cave!"

"Crushed to pieces!"

"The soul leaves the body!"

"Obstacles are numerous!"

"Flames are raging!"

Each spell was one that Jericho and his two companions had used in the previous battle, and now it had become Duveen's attack method.

Moreover, with the enhancement of magic, the power of each spell doubled, and the little snakes had long since run far away.

Snape's face was ashen. He could instantly learn any spell that Duwayne had ever seen, a talent that rivaled Moriarty and Merlin.

Moreover, his magical power is immense, making him seem nothing like a vampire.

If he hadn't known Moriarty was capable of solving the problem, he would have ended the match long ago.

"Moriarty, hurry up and finish this," Professor Snape urged with a dark expression.

Moriarty glanced around. The common room was indeed not a battlefield. He had done enough probing and had a basic understanding of Duwene's situation. It was time to end this.

He remained unfazed by the overwhelming spells, raised his right arm high with his wand, and calmly uttered a spell.

"All curses will end."

Moriarty's magic was amplified infinitely by the properties of this spell, radiating out and reducing all the spells in the lounge area!

Like a stone thrown into water, creating ripples on the surface, Moriarty's magic spread out in concentric circles, causing Duveen's spell to vanish without a trace, leaving Duveen with a bewildered expression.

"That's it? Is it over?"

Duwein's eyes widened, the golden light in them vanished, and his dark eyes stared straight at Moriarty.

This silly and adorable appearance left the little snakes speechless. Not only Moriarty noticed it, but they also sensed it.

Duwey is capricious; sometimes he's as adorable as a child, and other times he's like an extreme racist who won't rest until all the wizards in the world are wiped out.

"It's getting late, go back and get some sleep."

Moriarty spoke to Duveen in a detached tone, and no one knew what he was thinking.

With a flick of the wand, a coffin flew in and placed Duveen inside. Just as the lid was about to close, Princess Sophie jumped off the table and cried, "Don't close it! Let me in!"

The crowd was used to the talking cat and watched the white cat walk towards them as if they were seeing a noble lady.

The white cat jumped inside and said, "Please close it, thank you."

"Click." The coffin lid closed, and Duwey was indeed asleep inside.

Si Jiao quietly exhaled and glared at the little snakes. "The seventh-level leaders, take the hidden level leaders to their respective dormitories. The rest of you, go back to sleep."

"Okay, Professor."

Everyone readily agreed, and as more people saw Professor Si begin to move towards the stone gate, they cleverly said, "Goodbye, Professor."

Professor Snape's reminder made the little snakes suddenly remember the time. They glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was already 11:37 p.m.

"Oh no, I have alchemy class tomorrow morning! I need to go to sleep quickly, otherwise I'll be late and miss a lot of lessons."

A fourth-grade snake cried out.

"Please take a close look at the schedule. Alchemy class is on Monday, and tomorrow is Tuesday." Gemma walked casually toward Moriarty, who had a private bedroom.

The little snake suddenly realized, "Aha, right! I forgot today is September 2nd. We usually start school on September 1st."

"If that's the case, then there's a Defense Against the Dark Arts class tomorrow morning."

"That's..." The little snakes looked at their companions thoughtfully, then exclaimed in unison, "Professor Lockhart's class!"

The voices of the dozen or so girls were particularly loud; Moriarty and Gemma could still hear them as they walked out of the stone gate.

"Lockhart's class..." Moriarty shook his head and chuckled, a hint of anticipation appearing in his eyes. Lockhart was a master at creating humor and often surprised him.

Moriarty also wanted to see what kind of teaching Lockhart, who was undergoing a transformation, could bring to Hogwarts.

They had already left the Slytherin dungeon, and Gemma stopped when she saw that no one was around.

"Moriarty, Moriarty?"

He heard Gemma calling his name. Moriarty turned around and saw Gemma with her hands behind her back, tilting her head and smiling at him.

Seeing Moriarty turn around, Gemma smiled and said, "Moriarty, I was very grateful for your help in Hyprose, so I bought this for you as a token of my appreciation."

She took her hands out from behind her back, her left hand holding a small bag, which Moriarty immediately recognized as a bag enchanted with a Seamless Stretch Charm.

Gemma took several books out of her bag, arranged them, and handed them to Moriarty, saying with a smile, "Knowing you like studying runes, I'm giving you a set of the latest rune magic books on the market. I hope you like them."

Moriarty took them, which included "Advanced Runic Translation", "Easy Introduction to Ancient Runic", "Collection of Magic Symbols", "Magic Theory", "Runic Dictionary", and "Magic Phonetic Table".

There are six books in total, all with exquisite covers and hardcovers, clearly worth a lot of money.

Moriarty sighed inwardly. Senior Gemma was usually so clever and quick-witted. Since she knew that he studied runes, how come she didn't realize that he already had these books!

They wasted a lot of money; these books weren't cheap, and Gemma probably doesn't have the financial means to buy them.

However, Moriarty naturally wouldn't say it aloud. He smiled and said a lot of things that made Gemma happy.

The two walked side by side toward the Hidden Chief's single bedroom. Gemma was very happy along the way, and said excitedly, "Actually, I wanted to give you a set of rune spellbooks when we were in the library three years ago, but I didn't have that many Galleons at that time."

Until you led the British team to the final, Hyprose opened a lot of betting odds, and I made a little money, hehe.

As she spoke, she became embarrassed. Moriarty, seeing her flushed face, immediately knew that Gemma had bet on him to win.

"So that's how you earned your Galleons," Moriarty laughed. Gemma also laughed and said, "It's not just me, a lot of people bet on you. Penelope used the Galleons she earned to buy a Nimbus 1990S, and Fleur bought a Wizard costume, saying she'd go back and study it so she could make a new one... Everyone trusts you."

(End of this chapter)