The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 321 Hogsmeade (Readers, please come back; author's note)

A week flew by, and the little wizards got excited on Friday night.

Tomorrow, I can go to Hogsmeade, the only village in England that is entirely populated by wizards and has no Muggles.

Third-year students and foreign students sketched the way to Hogsmeade on parchment, arguing heatedly about which path to take.

The older students, who were already very familiar with the route, gathered together relatively calmly to discuss buying Christmas gifts.

Actually, there's only one way to get to Hogsmeade: a path along the shore of the Black Lake that leads directly from Hogwarts Castle to the train station.

The station, unbiased and impartial, is part of Hogsmeade.

Moria, who had entered Hogsmeade through the secret passages many times, was naturally very familiar with the place, and he told Fleur and the young beauties of Beauxbatons about it.

The young wizards of Iphamoni were also drawn to Moriarty's eloquence and erudition during their conversation with Jericho, and unknowingly gathered together to listen to Moriarty's words.

Hibiscus sat beside Moriarty, her hands supporting her chin as she listened to his story. Her silver hair fell past her shoulders, like a silver rose in full bloom.

"Is it true that Hogsmeade was the headquarters of the goblin rebellion?"

A radiant smile appeared on Hibiscus's face as she sweetly asked Moriarty, her eyes sparkling as if they were twinkling with stars.

"That's true," Moriarty confirmed Fleur's statement, then pondered, "This happened in 1612, and many people misunderstood the meaning of Headquarters."

The students all looked up at Moriarty, and many older students also cast curious glances their way.

Meeting his gaze, Moriarty said, "This battle took place in Hogsmeade during the 1612 Goblin Rebellion, between wizards and goblins. There are many details worth exploring."

The headquarters that Furong just mentioned, we subconsciously assumed was the headquarters of the fairy rebellion, but actually there are two headquarters in this place.

"What?"

"Two headquarters?"

"Isn't this the headquarters of the fairies?!"

The foreign students were fine, but the young wizards at Hogwarts were stunned.

"We've always thought it was the headquarters of the fairies."

"Every time I went to Hogsmeade, I went with the intention of commemorating the great achievements of my wizarding predecessors and paying homage to the martyrs. Now it seems that I was wrong..."

Perhaps because of the presence of the beautiful Beauxbatons, the older students' emotional fluctuations were a bit exaggerated.

Moriarty smiled, extended his index finger, and gently shook it.

"No, no, no, all you need to do is change your mindset to cherishing this hard-won peace. Because the headquarters is both the headquarters of the fairies and the command center for the wizards to quell the rebellion."

Moriarty took out his fir wand and used it like a quill to draw the shape of a magic book in the air, with its title written on it and shimmering silver.

"The Book of Magical Landmarks and Historic Sites?" Hibiscus read aloud, then smiled knowingly. "Such a significant historical event as the Fairy Rebellion must be recorded. I just don't understand why it's included in a book about landmarks and historic sites?"

"The reason is simple," Moriarty said, "the wizarding headquarters for suppressing the rebellion is in a small tavern in Hogsmeade."

"Could it be...?"

Tonks's beautiful eyes lit up, and she turned her head slightly to exchange a glance with Moriarty. There aren't many taverns in Hogsmeade.

Moriarty nodded slowly: "That's right, the Wizard Command could be either the Three Broomsticks Bar or the Pig's Head Bar."

Wow!

The young wizards cried out; these two bars had existed since they entered school as wizards.

Standing firm through wind and rain.

It has witnessed the joy and growth of countless students.

It is a famous historical site worth visiting.

Furong immediately said she wanted to go see it the next day and hoped that Moriarty would accompany her.

Tonks also pestered Moriarty, saying that he had been to both bars many times, but it wouldn't be complete without going with Moriarty.

The atmosphere suddenly became intense and ambiguous. The hall was filled with whistling and laughter from couples. No one noticed Violet walking out of the first-floor corridor.

She approached the Slytherin table silently, without making a sound, like a ghost.

Violet peeked at Moriarty through the gaps in the crowd, and Fleur and Tonks beside Moriarty were also caught in her gaze.

Under Moriarty's tutelage, Tonks has acquired the qualities expected of an Auror, with his acuity and intuition rising to the average level for an Auror.

She immediately noticed that she was being stared at with slightly strange eyes.

Hibiscus possesses the bloodline of a bewitching fairy, giving her an innate sharp sense of perception, and she also finds herself being targeted by strange gazes.

If Fleur and Tonks were like this, one can only imagine how the other girls sitting around Moriarty were.

Lilith, Gemma, Penelope, and a group of women all felt uncomfortable.

But no matter how hard they searched, they couldn't find the source of the strange looks.

Violet, standing in the crowd, saw the girls shaking their heads and swaying, and a smile curved her lips as her pupils gradually turned pale gold.

"What are you looking for?"

As Moriarty spoke to Fleur and Tonks, he glanced in Violet's direction, who lowered her head and quietly disappeared into the crowd.

Fleur and Tonks turned around, both saying no, and then smilingly invited Moriarty to go to Hogsmeade together for the weekend.

This was like stirring up a hornet's nest. The ladies all extended invitations to Moriarty, after all, they had listened to so much from Moriarty just so they could go together.

Moriarty thought about it and decided to go.

It wasn't to accompany female classmates and foreign students, but to meet Mrs. Malfoy.

There's something I need to discuss with the pure-blood family.

On Saturday, the trip to Hogsmeade began as scheduled.

This is a very unique and beautiful little village, full of cottages and shops with thatched roofs. During holidays, the trees in the village are hung with enchanted candles.

The young wizards walked together in twos and threes, while a large group of young wizards formed a long line that stood out prominently.

The proportion of women in the group far exceeds that of men; the only person at Hogwarts who could cause this is Moriarty.

So much so that when Moriarty managed to shake off the girls and enter the Magical Revival Props Shop, Madame Malfoy showed a lukewarm attitude towards his arrival.

You haven't visited this little shop in six months. You've probably forgotten me. What are you doing here?

These thoughts lingered in Madame Malfoy's mind as she watched Moriarty stride into the back of the shop as if he were in his own home, taking a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet.

"Would you like some?" Moriarty pulled out a chair, sat down next to Madame Malfoy, and tapped his cedar wand twice in the air. Two goblets appeared out of thin air and landed on the table.

Without waiting for a reply, Moriarty grabbed a wine glass and poured himself a full glass.

"..."

Lady Malfoy stared resentfully at Moriarty. Did you give me a chance to refuse?

Moriarty poured two glasses of wine without changing his expression, and pushed one of them towards Mrs. Malfoy.

"Cheers~ To the successful implementation of the joint education program."

Mrs. Malfoy's expression changed upon hearing this.

In a fleeting moment, the expression on his face changed from anger to calm, then a hint of grievance flashed across his calm face, before finally returning to calm.

The anger stemmed from the businesslike tone in Moriarty's voice, making it clear that Moriarty had contacted him again because of the joint education program.

Since it was official business, personal feelings couldn't be mixed in, so Mrs. Malfoy calmed down in an instant.

But when he thought about how he had been waiting here ever since the World Cup ended, and Moriarty hadn't come to visit him, and now that he had come to talk about business, he suddenly felt a pang of resentment.

However, Mrs. Malfoy was no little girl after all. She heard that young wizards from various countries had arrived at Hogwarts, which meant that the joint education program was progressing very smoothly.

Since the project was progressing smoothly, how could Moriarty possibly visit in a purely businesslike manner?

Mrs. Malfoy anticipated many things in an instant. She calmly picked up her wine glass, took a small sip, and asked, "Tell me what happened first, then we can toast."

Seeing that the woman in front of him maintained a remarkably calm attitude, Moriarty secretly gave her a thumbs-up.

As expected, she was a woman who dared to fool Voldemort right under his nose. Although maternal love played a role, without extraordinary courage and outstanding rationality, this operation would have been difficult to succeed.

"Since you're being so direct, I won't beat around the bush either."

Moriarty raised his glass and downed the wine in one gulp. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and his eyes gradually turned sharp.

"The joint education program was originally progressing smoothly, but some countries and people that shouldn't have appeared appeared."

"Who?"

"The Eastern Magic Institute, and, Ventura."

Lady Malfoy looked puzzled when she heard "the Magic Institute," but her face turned ashen when she heard "Vantor."

Dear family and readers, this book suddenly stopped updating for 15 days starting February 9th. Many readers speculated that I had stopped updating or abandoned the book... Actually, none of that happened. I was sick and went to the hospital for a checkup. It's a very troublesome illness, and in severe cases, surgery may be required (I had surgery five years ago), so I know how much this illness affects me. If I had surgery, I might really have to abandon the project. To control the condition and avoid surgery, I chose to recuperate at home. The reason I didn't announce it publicly was because I wanted to recover as quickly as possible and then return to updating. Of course, due to my health, the recovery has been very slow. I'm only feeling a little better today, but I still can't write thousands of words a day like before. During these fifteen days of recovery and recuperation, I wanted to resume updating every moment, but my body wouldn't allow it. I'm not afraid to admit it, but this chapter took me a week to complete. I could only write two or three hundred words at a time before my body ached and I got tired, so I had to put it down temporarily and write again the next day. However, I still won't give up on this book. I've poured a lot of effort into the mastermind behind it all, and I hope to give this story a wonderful ending. I hope we can work together to create a fantastic story.

(End of this chapter)