The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 415 Departure! A Time of Turmoil!

Moriarty and Narcissa enjoyed two weeks of blissful intimacy, and then it was mid-July.

Moriarty's men gathered at Slytherin Castle as planned.

Apart from Lockhart, who was on a business trip in the United States, the Jericho brothers, Leon, Marcus, Foley Sr., and Flint Sr. were all present.

What surprised them was that Lilith also came.

And Soldaya, standing alone, looked out of place.

Luke welcomed them into the hall, and after a while, Moriarty arrived late, walking in with unsteady steps.

There was no way around it; Narcissa's long-standing loneliness desperately needed nourishment.

And Narcissa is really pink!

It's so addictive, you just can't stop eating it.

Moriarty yawned, sat down on the large sofa, and looked sleepy: "Luke booked our tickets for 4 p.m., is everything ready?"

"Ready, sir," Leon replied quickly. "I've taken a long leave from the ministry specifically to go to the Soviet Union."

"We two brothers are fine too." The Jericho brothers smiled at each other.

Marcus brought in a bulging bag. "Sir, may I take this on the plane?"

Moriarty glanced inside; it was crammed with magical creatures, just like Newt's suitcase.

"Marcus, you're a pureblood too, asking such a stupid question," Lilith said dismissively. "If I don't want you to bring it—just chant a spell for the flight attendants."

"Uh, I was just being nosy," Marcus said cautiously, exchanging glances with Jericho and Leon.

Ever since news of Mrs. Slytherin spread, Lilith seemed to be surrounded by a chilling aura, and no one wanted to provoke her.

Old Foley smiled and smoothed things over, saying, "Young Master, shall we also take an airplane?"

"No," Moriarty shook his head, "you and old Flint use the door key to go to the Soviet Union."

A sly glint flashed across Moriarty's face: "I allow you to make a big show of it, creating the illusion of investing and buying up large quantities of goods in the Soviet Union. Of course, I can turn that illusion into reality at any time."

"Okay, we understand."

The two old men smiled slightly.

It's just spending money.

That's one of their specialties.

"You and I will fly together and infiltrate the Soviet magical world," Moriarty assigned Jericho and the others.

"Yes, sir."

Although I don't know what Moriarty is going to do, I've developed a strange habit over the past four years: I just have to listen to Moriarty.

Seeing that everyone else had been assigned tasks, Lilith couldn't help but ask, "What about me?"

"You'll stay by my side!" Moriarty said sternly, unaware of Lilith's cunning.

Unruly and eccentric.

Before you know it, it's gone.

No one else can keep an eye on Lilith.

The boys from Jericho covered their mouths and chuckled.

Lilith glared at them one by one, and instantly became more docile than a quail.

Moriarty clapped slightly upon seeing this. "Hey Lilith, have you considered staying on as a professor after graduation? Perhaps you could take over Professor McGonagall's position."

Lilith realized that this meant she was being harsh, and she glared at Moriarty with annoyance.

Although Lilith was happy to be able to spend all her time with Moriarty, she also wanted to prove that she could stand on her own!

Upon hearing that Narcissa had become Mrs. Slytherin, Lilith became even more diligent, studying Transfiguration with all her might.

She wanted to be able to switch freely between a snake's body and a human body, and it would be even better if the snake form could also use magic.

Only by becoming stronger can one stand out from the crowd of beauties and become the real Mrs. Slytherin!

This results in a constant aura of coldness emanating from the body.

Moriarty discovered this and kept Lilith by his side to prevent her magic from going out of control.

Lilith wasn't idle either; she asked Moriarty for help with Parseltongue—she wanted to learn Parseltongue!

By 4 p.m., everything was proceeding according to Moriarty's plan.

Something both funny and frustrating happened in the middle of it.

A Niffler darted out of the large bag Marcus was carrying.

He dashed off and squeezed under a flight attendant's skirt.

Marcus struggled to catch the Niffler and pried a small golden egg from its paws, with a string hanging from it, just like some kind of electric sex toy.

"These props have already appeared at this point?!"

Moriarty pondered for a moment, then decided to buy Narcissa a set.

On the other side, Marcus used the Oblivion Charm, and the plane returned to calm.

Leon grinned and said, "I am an Auror, child. I saw you using magic. You have violated the Secret Law, and I am going to arrest you!"

"I'll have the Winged Demon eat your brains first!"

"Merlin's brain? You carry that kind of weird thing around with you?" Leon looked at Marcus in disbelief.

"Maybe I'll train a batch of magical creatures and give one to each of you Aurors," Marcus said with a smile.

"Forget it, I don't care."

He does not mean that.

Moriarty remembered what Polly had said: that the Fairy King would have a great army of monsters after him.

In this way, people like Marcus, Hagrid, and Charlie become exceptionally valuable.

At this moment, Leon sighed again, "Sigh, we're so happy now, but it always feels a little strange without one person."

Jericho looked around; no one was missing.

"Oh dear, Leon, you're mistaken," Jericho said, looking at Soldaya. "It's not that one person is missing, it's that one person is extra!"

In response to Jericho's words, Soldaya, unusually, did not retort. His expression remained calm as he rested his hand on the windowsill and looked at the white clouds in the sky.

"Jellico, you're so stupid." Lilith sat down next to Moriarty, glanced back at the boy, and said, "Leon is talking about William who graduated!"

"Oh my god," Jericho slapped his forehead, "I completely forgot about William—can anyone tell me where he is?"

There was no response for a long time, and Leon sighed again: "He has been traveling around the world for a year, and his last letter was written half a year ago."

Lilith thought for a moment and said, "Senior William is a free wizard; maybe he's hunting in some deep forest right now."

"Possibly." Everyone nodded in agreement, which was in line with William's character.

Moriarty joked, "Look everyone, it's still Leon who cares about William."

"Ha ha."

Amid the laughter, Leon turned his head away so that no one could see his blushing.

The voyage passed in laughter and conversation, and at 7 p.m., Moriarty and his party of seven arrived at Moscow Domodedovo International Airport.

Stepping off the plane, Jericho's older brother, Maxi, took a deep breath: "I was suffocating! Finally, I can breathe free air!"

Moriarty laughed and said, "I bet you want to fly from London to Moscow on a flying broomstick."

"Wow, that's cool!" Jericho jumped up, already dreaming, "One day, I'll fly all over the world on a broomstick!"

Maxi didn't say anything, but his face was full of anticipation.

Clearly, the two brothers shared the same idea.

Moriarty shook his head slightly. "You'll find out soon enough why we can't ride flying brooms."

The group looked at each other, then continued walking forward.

They were going to Dorothy's Bar to meet the Foley family wizards.

This was the plan set from the beginning.

Dorothy's Bar was the most luxurious bar in the Soviet magical world.

Unlike pubs in the British wizarding world, Soviet pubs are like hotels in the Muggle world.

This difference is also due to the specific circumstances of each country.

Great Britain has only three large islands, and not as many people as the Soviet Union, so its bars are small in scale but numerous in number.

Places like Leaky Cauldron and Three Brooms are only suitable for drinking and short stays.

There were far too many Muggles and wizards in the Soviet Union.

In addition, the unique national circumstances lead to a large number of foreigners coming in every day, and even the bars run by wizards offer long-term stay services.

Moriarty and his seven companions exited the airport, preparing to travel by car to Lugrigiev Street in Moscow.

Rugrugiev Street is a major street in the magical world, much like Diagon Alley in England, but it's larger.

The name is said to be in honor of an outstanding minister named Ruglugif.

Normally, Muggles can't see this at all; in their eyes, it's a large fountain that only wizards can enter with their wands.

But before Moriarty and his team could find a car, a burst of gunfire rang out on the road outside the airport!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Many Muggles on the road were startled, but they were obviously used to it and quickly shrank back and ran away.

Along with the sound of cannons, a jumble of gunfire erupted from two directions, like popping beans, bang bang bang, bang bang bang!

Unfortunately, Moriarty and his party were caught in the middle.

"My Merlin!" Leon exclaimed, pointing to his left and shouting, "Look, what's that big metal thing?!"

Moriarty glanced over, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth: "That's called Tank! Get down!"

With that, he waved his wand, cast a Disillusionment Charm on his companions, and pulled them all down to their knees.

The next second, the tank turned its gun turret and fired a shell towards the other side!

Immediately afterwards, a barrage of artillery fire and gunfire erupted from the opposite side!

"Fuck!" Maxi cursed, shrinking back. "Damn Slavs! This is Moscow, the capital! They actually drove tanks into the capital!"

"Now you know why you can't fly over on a flying broomstick!" Moriarty flipped a silver ball.

It could be shot down at any moment!

At that time, the Soviet Union was truly a magical Soviet, with gunfights every day.

It's quite possible that the streets of Lugrujiv will also be filled with the chaotic shooting of curses.

(The Soviet magical world begins! Please subscribe in early August!)

(End of this chapter)