The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 387 The Symbol of God

The ground beneath Malfoy Manor shook violently, as if an earthquake had struck.

Next to Ye Jingyu's chair, 11 armchairs appeared in succession.

Another roar, and twelve chairs were arranged neatly in a circle, surrounding Moriarty and Jericho.

As Moriarty pondered the deeper meaning behind his actions, the circular platform beneath his feet suddenly collapsed as if a drop button had been pressed!

"Thump."

Caught off guard, the two fell to the ground due to inertia.

The platform began to fall like an elevator, at a rapid speed.

The black mist around Ye Jingyu surged up and pressed down on the platform.

At this moment, Moriarty's eyes suddenly widened.

He had just tried to use the Flight Charm to fly Jericho away, but the Flight Charm failed!

"Dimoaka".

"Dimoaka?"

"Dimoaka!"

Moriarty pronounced the spell clearly, but the spell remained unresponsive, as if it were dead.

"What's going on?"

Moriarty cursed inwardly, "The silence spell failed, and even reciting it doesn't work?!"

This was the first time I had ever encountered a situation where the spell failed.

"Dimoaka, Dimoaka!"

Jericho also chanted the spell, and Moriarty taught him the spell, but it had no effect.

"Fluorescent lights!"

Moriarty swung his Slytherin staff, which continued to descend deeper into the ground. The platform above grew increasingly dark.

But then something strange happened.

It was still pitch black; the glow spell hadn't worked!

Moriarty swung his staff in disbelief.

Even the glow spell failed.

Is the problem with me, or with the staff?

Moriarty then used several large-scale elemental spells, but the result was the same—they were useless.

It can't be released at all.

"Clatter!"

A drop of sweat slid down Moriarty's head and fell to the ground.

Moriarty's heart skipped a beat; he couldn't believe he was sweating.

For a moment, Moriarty seemed to be petrified.

Frozen on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Moriarty regained his composure and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Damn it, why?"

Jericho's indignant voice came from the side; he gripped his wand tightly, looking as if he wanted to break it in two.

"I just used several spells."

"But my wand seems to be malfunctioning; it can't cast a single spell!"

Jericho yelled and screamed, both angry and helpless.

Moriarty stood up from the ground, feeling a sense of fatigue and weakness throughout the process.

Looking up at the black mist above, could it be the black mist causing this?

Moriarty suppressed the matter, helped Jericho up, and said, "There's something strange about this platform; our spells aren't working here."

Jericho breathed a slight sigh of relief at his consistently calm tone.

But he looked troubled: "If we can't use spells, aren't we trapped here?"

What's the difference between a wizard and a Muggle if the wizard can't use magic?

Jericho looked at the ground receding into the distance; he knew he would never make it back up there in his lifetime.

A sense of powerlessness welled up inside Jericho, and he stomped his foot in frustration and resentment. "That despicable Japanese! We've been tricked!"

Moriarty turned to look at him. "This isn't like you, is it?"

"It's not that I've given up," Jericho said, plopping down dejectedly, "it's that we simply can't use magic!"

"Could there be a heavier blow than this for a wizard?"

Jericho tossed his wand aside, covered his face with his hands, and frantically rubbed his cheeks.

Seeing his expression, Moriarty slowly raised his head.

"No situation arises without a reason. I can feel the flow of magic within me, but I cannot use spells."

"I think it's probably because a curse is sealed here."

"If we can find that seal, or find the magic that sealed the spell, then we can destroy it."

"Then we'll be able to get out."

As Moriarty spoke, he walked toward the wall.

Jericho stood up, and said hopefully, "Oh? You're right!"

"Look at that black mist up there, isn't it related to that?"

"It's unlikely," Moriarty said, shaking his head as he walked. "Did you feel more strained than usual when you stood up?"

Jericho thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Now that you mention it, it's true..."

He quickly did a few squats and was soon out of breath.

Jericho's eyes widened; he usually wouldn't be this out of breath even after doing a hundred reps.

"I feel tightness in my chest and can't breathe right now."

Jericho clutched his chest, staring at the black mist above. "It's all its fault? Damn it!"

"So the inability to use spells is probably unrelated to the black mist."

Moriarty also made a judgment: the black mist is composed of dark elemental magic, and if it is unrelated to the black mist, then it is unrelated to the dark element.

The seal is likely on the platform itself, which is quite spacious, about half the size of a football field.

Moriarty walked for a minute to the edge, frowning as he looked at the wall.

The circular platform fell for three minutes, and Moriarty estimated that it had fallen 300 meters, a speed comparable to the old-generation flying broomsticks.

The wall was stationary, so it became very blurry in Moriarty's view. In the distance, Moriarty could vaguely see a symbol.

The alchemical matrix began to operate rapidly as Moriarty attempted to decipher the meaning of the symbols.

But the image that matched quickly disappeared from his mind, and Moriarty found that he couldn't remember it at all!

Moriarty's eyes widened once again.

That was so unexpected.

In just a few minutes, two unexpected things happened to Moriarty.

I panicked.

Moriarty stared intently at the wall, and then another symbol came into view.

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Moriarty stared intently at it, as if trying to etch it deeply into his mind.

But the symbols disappeared quickly, and Moriarty still couldn't remember them.

I can't even remember the general shape of the two symbols.

The alchemical matrix, which was usually invincible, suddenly seemed to freeze!

Moriarty was shocked and terrified.

Originating from the unknown, never before have two symbols put so much pressure on Moriarty!

A third symbol appeared.

This one seems simpler. The one on the far right should be the sun, right?

Moriarty breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, he had an unbearable headache!

A sharp, stabbing pain shot through my brain.

Moriarty was in immense pain, feeling as if his soul was being burned!

"Forehead-!!!"

Moriarty gritted his teeth and roared, gripping his staff tightly, leaning on it to keep from fainting.

"Moriarty?"

Jericho rushed over, helped Moriarty up, and led him to a seat in the center.

"brush!"

Moriarty sat up abruptly, as if a zombie had risen from the dead.

In just a few minutes, he seemed to have had a nightmare, covered in sweat, his face filled with tension and fear.

Jericho had never seen Moriarty like this before.

He turned to look at the wall. "What on earth could have done this to you? I'd like to see."

Don't go.

Moriarty's tone was menacing as he grabbed Jericho.

"You'll go crazy if you see it."

Jericho froze on the spot, unable to move.

He didn't know what Moriarty had seen, but he obeyed Moriarty's every word without exception.

"Click!"

A crisp sound rang out.

The platform's descent slowed down, and finally came to a gentle stop.

Moriarty and Jericho exchanged a glance: What's going on?

Yuzuru Kaze's voice suddenly rang out: "Yes, this is it! Quick! Quick! Quick!"

Then came a violent earthquake, as if a flash flood had erupted from outside the walls.

Moriarty looked around and discovered that the walls were leaking water.

A strong, fishy smell filled the air, and upon closer inspection, Moriarty's expression changed.

He shouted, "It's not water! It's blood!"

"boom!"

As if a flash flood had erupted, the walls, though clearly there, seemed to vanish, and a massive amount of blood rained down from the sky!

Moriarty and Jericho were instantly engulfed in a sea of ​​blood, followed by heavy objects falling into the blood with a thud.

Moriarty and Jericho were struck by a heavy object and both lost consciousness, falling into a pool of blood.

While they were unconscious, the platform began to slowly rise.

The speed was twice as fast as the descent, and soon the platform returned to the underground of Malfoy Manor.

Twelve elegant and prestigious-looking armchairs were placed in front of the circular platform.

The platform that was previously in use now resembles a giant dining table.

Ye Jingyu clapped his hands with a smile: "My dear friends, let the feast begin!"

A woman wearing a black slip dress was sitting on one of the chairs.

Her eyes darted around, her golden pupils fixed on the unconscious Moriarty and Jericho at the dining table, and she gently parted her red lips.

"What you see is the symbol of God."

(Guess who this woman is! I'll post her picture right away. The symbol is a very important foreshadowing; it will appear again later.)

(End of this chapter)