The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 315 Unmasking

Moriarty walked up behind Duveen. On the parchment were two lines of delicate handwriting: "I will not skip class," written in bright red ink, seemingly in blood red.

Moriarty thought of the way Umbridge punished Harry Potter, and he shifted his gaze to examine the back of Duveen's hand.

Sure enough, the words appeared on the back of Duwey's right hand, deeply embedded in the flesh, as if carved with a scalpel.

When reading the original book, when Umbridge punishes Harry Potter by making him write, Moriarty believes that the black quill pen is a dark magic tool that Umbridge brought from the Ministry of Magic.

It now appears that the black quill pen did not belong to Umbridge, but was a tool used by Hogwarts to punish students.

Moriarty's idea was confirmed by the system, which issued a "ding-dong" sound: "The system has detected that the host has discovered a punishment tool from Hogwarts two hundred years ago. You are hereby rewarded with an exploration lottery."

The system had been working diligently, consistently issuing tasks like check-ins and random missions, but the points earned were too few, so the system simply accumulated them without notifying Moriarty.

The black quill pen did give Moriarty a chance to participate in a lottery, but he didn't draw it immediately.

Duwen raised his head and continued writing on the parchment as punishment, holding his quill.

Moriarty raised an eyebrow. The little vampire has changed his nature? He can tolerate this?

"I will not skip class."

Duwen wrote a string of fancy English words, which were indeed very beautiful, resembling clusters of red flowers against the bright red handwriting.

Similarly, the same handwriting appeared on the back of Duwey's hand, forming a bright red wound.

Duwene gasped in pain.

The skin on the back of my hand has healed. The area where the writing was is only slightly redder than before, but it feels very smooth to the touch.

Du Weien continued writing as if nothing had happened.

Moriarty was stunned.

Duwein glanced curiously at Moriarty, then quickly looked down at the parchment, placed his pen on it again, and wrote, "I will not skip class."

He felt a burning pain on the back of his hand once again, as if the words were etched into his skin once more.

A few seconds later, the wound healed again.

Moriarty, however, felt as if he had cracked open.

A boy with delicate features and smooth, tender skin, just spoke a genuine loli voice.

Moriarty subtly moved a few steps to the right, away from Duveen.

Is this guy really not a girl?

The name on the Book of Admissions is Violet Ventura.

Could Duveen Ventura's real name be Violet Ventura? Is she a woman disguised as a man?

But what's with the female vampires dressing as men? I've never heard of male vampires being more alluring than female vampires.

But... but...

Duwein's voice was exactly the kind of voice a girl could make. Not to mention that boys don't have voice changes, Moriarty was very familiar with the delicate moans in his voice.

Then look at the white cat, fast asleep on the desk, seemingly unfazed.

Moriarty decided to observe Duveen closely.

Although he had met Duveen many times, Moriarty had never stared at him so intently before, but this time was different.

Moriarty looked Duveen up and down and noticed that he didn't have an Adam's apple.

Do male vampires not have Adam's apples? Of course not.

Old Jew, Isaac, Duke Quinlan, and Professor Randy are all among them.

Despite the possibility of development, Duweyne is only 11 years old, but the growth cycle of vampires is different from that of wizards.

However, when Duwene looked down, you could see his feet, which were quite ordinary. Perhaps they hadn't developed yet, or perhaps he was just a boy.

In short, Duwey is suspected to be a girl.

The idea lingered in Moriarty's mind. Duveen wrote it down several more times, his voice growing louder and louder, biting his lip, his eyes becoming somewhat unfocused.

Moriarty couldn't stand it anymore; he had to find out Duveen's gender today.

If Duveen were a man, he'd be expelled immediately! Hogwarts doesn't accept men with quirks, let alone a vampire.

Duwen finished writing it again, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Moriarty knew what he was going to do and reached out to grab his right wrist.

"Does it hurt?"

Moriarty's fingertips lightly brushed against the back of Duveen's hand, touching the wound, and the scream that Duveen had been holding back burst out again.

"Oh~"

Under Moriarty's icy gaze, Duwene swallowed back the rest of his words and timidly nodded, "Mm."

With that coy expression and two blushes on her face, Moriarty pretty much knew what was going on.

All that's missing is confirmation!

At that moment, Moriarty pinched Duveen's hand, knowing that pain made it easier to break through her psychological defenses.

Duveen winced in pain, trying to pull his arm back, but Moriarty gripped it tightly, asking coldly, "Are you a girl?"

Despite the relentless waves of pain, Duwene squinted his eyes in enjoyment and bit his lip as he replied, "Mmm."

Sure enough, it was a female vampire, not a male vampire.

Moriarty abandoned the idea of ​​firing her.

While questioning him, he increased the pressure on his hands, causing Duwene to tremble.

Princess Sophie the white cat opened one eye. Moriarty didn't see it, nor did he care how a vampire knew. His expression gradually became intriguing.

"So your name is Violet Ventura?"

Seemingly having touched a secret, Duwein resisted by swaying his body, a golden light appearing in his eyes.

Moriarty knew that Duveen was like a different person after his eyes turned golden. He pinched and squeezed Duveen's hand, causing Duveen to scream in pain.

"My name isn't Duveen, I'm Violet Ventura, alright? What's wrong with you, interrogating me like this?" Violet gave Moriarty a reproachful look, then lowered her head and blew on the back of her hand.

What a cruel wizard!

He pinched my hand until it was red.

Violet blinked, her eyes glistening with what appeared to be tears.

But the feeling of exhilaration and pleasure was truly unprecedented!

Violet was secretly pleased and savored the moment.

Moriarty noticed Violet's change, a slight smile playing on his lips, and then took Violet's hand.

"Ah~" Violet exclaimed.

Moriarty pinched and squeezed, while questioning, "Why do you call yourself Duveen? What's that shadow behind you?"

Moriarty was interrogating Violet like a criminal!

They showed no mercy to Violet and used her special attributes to interrogate her.

Violet blushed as expected, feeling both pain and pleasure, and smiled under Moriarty's gaze.

"You think you can get the secrets of the vampires from me? Don't be delusional! Get your filthy hands off me, you foolish wizard!"

Violet suddenly turned hostile, flipped her wrist to reveal sharp nails, and flung Moriarty's hand away, leaving four scratch marks on the back of Moriarty's hand!

"Awoo!"

Violet's eyes were filled with rage. She opened her mouth, revealing four sharp teeth, and lunged at Moriarty, her target being Moriarty's throat!

"Hey!"

Moriarty laughed instead of getting angry. If subduing Violet required a coffin before, now that he knows she's a masochist, is it still necessary?

"Violet, you're pretty arrogant!"

Moriarty grabbed Violet's arm, twisted her into his arms, and pressed her against the desk.

"You damned wizard! Let me go!"

Violet struggled, forgetting to use magic, and instinctively turned to bite Moriarty.

"You grabbed me, and you bit me!"

Moriarty used one hand to twist Violet's hands together, and with the other hand, he threw Violet's legs onto the table.

The calves are quite thin, a bit bony, and don't feel good to the touch; the little vampire might be underdeveloped.

Princess Sophie kept one cat eye open, staring intently at Moriarty and Violet.

Violet got up, and Moriarty slapped her on the bottom.

"Snapped!"

"Oh~"

Moriarty chose to continue without hesitation.

"I'll let you catch me!"

"I'll teach you to bite me!"

"That'll teach you to be naughty!"

"You're skipping class!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

After a few slaps, Violet completely gave in and begged for mercy.

Princess Sophie closed her eyes; she was used to it, doing the same things as the Prince and his wife.

When Violet's daytime confinement ended that evening, everyone noticed that Moriarty had a little tail following him around.

Wherever Moriarty goes, this little tail follows him.

(End of this chapter)