The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 347 Recent Situation (Please subscribe this weekend)

"Please leave the competition area. You have been competing for 10 hours. Now, it's time to rest."

Lockhart called out to the 25 athletes, saw Winnie supporting Michaela and Krum being carried by Hubble and Magalski, and waved to the students in the stands.

"Come here, lads, carry them back."

Boys from five schools rushed onto the field to offer their help to the exhausted athletes.

Moriarty declined all offers of help, smiling and saying, "Right now, I just want to have a big meal."

"Let's go to the Great Hall. The house-elves have prepared a sumptuous feast for everyone," Lockhart announced. "Please move to the Great Hall. We'll leave this place to our dear Headmaster, who will preserve it. We'll return tomorrow morning at 10 a.m.

Lockhart gave a meaningful look, and many of the young wizards murmured knowingly, "Oh, we get it, the judging is tomorrow."

"Alright, alright," Lockhart smiled without saying a word, then called out to the players, "The school gave you a half-day off. Go and get some rest."

The students walked into the castle in groups, with Moriarty sandwiched in the middle, surrounded by them.

Seeing that he was calm and showed no signs of fatigue, everyone was excited and spoke with him.

"Alright! Stop chattering away," Tonks glared around. "Can't you let Moriarty rest for a bit?"

"I feel sorry for you, senior."

"We understand, we understand~"

The group left amidst laughter and chatter.

Moriarty shook his head, and suddenly heard the cry of a phoenix.

Everyone heard it and turned to look at the source of the sound.

"It's the principal!"

"And Fox!"

"Whoosh—whoosh~"

As the wind blew by, people witnessed a breathtaking scene.

On the playing field, Dumbledore held his wand high, Fawkes hovered above Dumbledore's head, and streaks of fire danced in the air.

Dumbledore swung his wand, and flames shot into the sky, filling the air with a great fire that seemed ready to fall at any moment.

What's going on?

People stared wide-eyed.

Is a huge fire about to destroy the contestants' hard work?

Dumbledore, of course, wouldn't do that. He lightly tapped the tip of his staff, and the flames above disappeared as if they had merged into the air.

However, people soon discovered that the playing field was covered by a transparent dome.

If it weren't for the intermittent glow of firelight above, it would never have been seen.

"All set. We can all relax now. This place will be impenetrable until 10 a.m. tomorrow. Not even a speck of dust will settle inside," Dumbledore said cheerfully.

He walked out of the competition venue, joined the professors, and then smiled at the students: "Come on, kids, a feast awaits you."

"The principal is so cool!"

The students praised Dumbledore's move enthusiastically, saying it was no less impressive than Moriarty's heaven-shattering magic, and equally awe-inspiring.

After 10 hours of competition, it gradually got dark.

Both young wizards and adults were starving.

But no one complained of hardship or fatigue; they walked towards the castle with great joy, as if they had endless topics to discuss and were talking about them with great interest.

Moriarty saw pairs of bright eyes, sparkling with longing and joy, like stars in the night sky.

Everyone returned to the auditorium, and the house-elves immediately brought out the delicious food.

This banquet was of a higher standard than any of the previous ones.

House-Elves prepared dishes from 34 countries and 106 cuisines, along with a wide variety of desserts and drinks, until everyone was stuffed.

Then the young wizards congratulated the 25 contestants with a big party.

Some students got sleepy and went back to their dormitories to sleep. When the last student reluctantly left the auditorium, it was already getting light.

Moriarty returned to the Hidden Commander's dormitory and slept until 9:30 a.m., when Marcus woke him up.

The two arrived together in the main hall, where five long tables were filled with young wizards who looked very excited. In half an hour, the results of the competition would be announced.

In the first round, everyone hoped that Moriarty would take first place and get off to a good start.

As Moriarty sat down, Keith, who had been in the dormitory, walked over and whispered, "Sir, I have some news for you."

"Speak." Moriarty put a piece of cheese pie into his mouth.

"Well, I got back to the dorm very late last night, it must have been 3 a.m. I was passing by the basement when I saw someone acting suspiciously..."

At this point, Keith paused, glanced at the long table, and made sure the person wasn't there.

Keith said firmly, "That person is Violet Ventura! She rushed into a classroom, she must have thought no one saw her, but I saw her on the stairs, really, sir!"

After saying that, Keith looked at Moriarty cautiously, knowing that the relationship between Vantor and Moriarty seemed to be unusual.

Moriarty glanced at Keith, and in Keith's eyes, he saw no fear or deception, only seriousness and tension.

Keith wasn't lying; Violet really did go to an empty classroom in the early hours of the morning instead of sleeping.

What is she doing there?

Night tour?

If Moriarty were to say that the Weasley twins went out for a night stroll, he would believe it without a second thought.

But will Violet go out at night?

She wished she could sleep all day long, especially at night!

If it wasn't a nighttime outing, then it must have been a secret rendezvous with someone.

who can that be?

In a split second, Moriarty made his judgment.

"I understand," Moriarty nodded slowly. "I will investigate this matter thoroughly."

Keith nodded vigorously. "If this can help you, that would be great."

"Alright, go eat. And don't tell anyone about this," Moriarty gently instructed Keith.

Keith blinked, realizing something, nodded solemnly in assurance, and then left.

"What did he say to you?" Lilith asked curiously.

"I have something to report to you," Moriarty replied casually.

"What is it?"

"You'll understand when you're in my position," Moriarty said with a mysterious smile to Lilith.

"Tch." Lilith scoffed dismissively, but the glint in her eyes betrayed her true thoughts. "You keep eating, I'm leaving. To fight for my ideals!"

Lilith got up and left, looking very energetic.

Moriarty saw several girls walk away with Lilith, and they kept reporting something to each other.

After swallowing a mouthful of milk, Moriarty smiled, noticing that the girls around him had all started their own careers.

Violet, however, always seemed to be separated from him by a layer.

Looking back on his encounter and growing acquaintance with Violet, it's not hard to see that Violet simply relied on his own formidable abilities.

To put it simply, Moriarty can satisfy Violet's slightly perverted needs.

Violet has her own goals, and Moriarty is unsure which Violet will choose when those goals conflict with his.

"Marcus," Moriarty waved to his henchman, beckoning him to his side, "listen, I need you to go..."

Marcus gave a few instructions in a low voice, nodded, and left.

Moriarty finished his breakfast and said to the students around him, "Let's go."

The young Hogwarts wizards immediately stood up, and Krum led Durmstrang students to their feet as well.

"Sir, please allow me to accompany you. It would be my honor to witness the outcome of the match with you," Krum said solemnly.

Moriarty readily agreed, praising Krum for demonstrating determination and courage in the face of exam questions he was not good at.

"You've grown a lot since the World Cup," Moriarty said to Krum as they walked.

As they stepped out the door, they bumped into Michaela. A spark seemed to fly between them as they stared at each other.

"What a terrifying aura!" The young wizards dared not utter a sound.

"Let's go, let's go see the results!" Brian and Thomas followed behind as if they were cheering.

Ifamoni is optimistic about the outcome of the competition. Even if he comes in last place this time, there are still two rounds left.

At the fifth long table, Jiu Neng coldly stared at the students from the four schools. "What arrogant fools, humph!"

"It's 9:50 sharp, or we'll be late," Jericho's casual voice rang out.

Jiu Neng frowned: "Why are you among us? A white man!"

The word "white person" was emphasized by Jiu Neng, and the Japanese students seemed to be reminded, their expressions changing several times.

Jericho scoffed dismissively: "Because I conjured up the fifth long table, and it was I who earned Iphamoni's respect for you."

"Without me, do you think you could have kept the Magic Institute afloat and stood shoulder to shoulder with the three strongest magic schools in Europe?"

"What a ridiculous guy, and kind of pathetic too."

Jericho, with a mocking expression, slowly rose and swaggered toward the door.

The girl with pigtails clung tightly to his arm, walking past Jiu Neng with an arrogant air.

Jiu Neng was so angry his nose almost twisted. "A petty person who's gotten his way! A sycophant who fawns on foreigners!"

Quanmu quickly whispered in Jiu Neng's ear: "Jiu Neng, hold back. Blanche has a high reputation at school and also has a deep relationship with Ifamoni."

"Okay, let's go." Jiu Neng glared resentfully at Jericho's retreating figure.

However, Jericho seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, clearly grasping Kyu's expression.

He was secretly pleased, knowing that the angrier Jiu was, the more flaws he would reveal.

If he can't gain Yuusuke's trust, then Yaojiu might be a good choice. Yuusuke can't possibly distrust even the disciples of Genko.

Of course, this is all predicated on the assumption that both he and Moriarty are correct...

Jericho was lost in thought when he unknowingly walked to the competition venue and quickly entered with the twin-tailed girl.

(End of this chapter)