The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 420 Ending the Demonic Monk, Uproar at the Magic Union!

This strange movement caused Jericho and his five companions to take a step back and huddle together.

Seeing the five boys looking frightened, the girl in the portrait smiled and said, "Hehe~"

The voice came through the portrait, sounding like that of a 17 or 18-year-old boy.

The laughter was like a signal; the other beauties in the portraits also giggled, and this time even Moriarty sensed something was wrong.

It is obvious that these portraits are not from Hogwarts Castle; there is no trace of magic on them.

Moriarty raised his staff and aimed it at the girl who had laughed first.

She was a very cute and innocent girl. There was a bunch of purple lavender behind her. She held her face in her hands, her eyes were curved into slits, and she was giggling.

Moriarty looked around at the portraits and noticed that behind each beautiful woman was a bouquet of flowers, which was the second common point.

The first commonality is, of course, their attire, which dates back to the Middle Ages.

The two points are completely unrelated and have nothing to do with the evil monk.

It's unclear whether the evil monk will be resurrected, because no one knows how many women he used that wicked magic on.

At this moment, the portraits stopped laughing and looked at Moriarty with strange expressions.

"Sir, these are no good things. Let me destroy them!" Jericho said to Moriarty, his face full of ruthlessness.

The portrait had a strange quality that everyone noticed.

After the fright they had just experienced, they all wanted to destroy the portrait.

Moriarty nodded slightly.

"brush!"

Five wands were aimed at the portrait like guns.

Behind Moriarty stood Jericho, Maxi, Marcus, Leon, and Soldaya, a line of five.

The wand in his hand was ready to unleash a spell at any moment.

Lilith was also awakened by the noise. She stood up, shook her head, and tried to clear her head.

The moment the woman in the portrait saw Lilith, a fierce glint flashed in her eyes, and she lunged forward!

A dark shadow darted out of the painting, followed by a second, a third, a fourth...

A dark shadow flew out from each portrait.

Moriarty shielded everyone in front of him, and with a gentle wave of his staff, an ice-blue wall appeared, separating the people from the portrait.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The dark figure crashed into the ice wall and fell to the ground. Moriarty glanced at it and couldn't help but laugh: "It's you again, you freak monk!"

The black shadow, its head bleeding profusely, lay writhing on the ground. Its face was that of the demonic monk Rasputin, while its body resembled that of a freakish infant.

Clearly, it was exactly the same as the freak that had crawled out of her belly before.

This time, it emerged from the portrait!

Jericho and the others joined in, using their wands to deliver a fatal curse, completely annihilating the freakish monk.

More and more monstrous monks were smashed against the ice wall, their heads bleeding, and they fell to the ground, but even more monstrous monks flew out of the portrait!

Moriarty snapped his fingers, and flames erupted from the ice wall, burning fiercely and engulfing the portrait.

Moriarty had no idea how many more such freaks there were, nor did he know what the sorcerer monk's resurrection magic actually was.

But as long as all the portraits here are destroyed, the evil monk will never be able to revive!

Moriarty raised his staff high, "Brilliant Radiance!"

Several fireballs, gleaming with brilliant light, suddenly slammed into the portrait, emitting intense heat rays.

The portrait was instantly burned to ashes, and strangely enough, the beautiful woman in the portrait began to dance in the flames!

Meanwhile, more freaks emerged from the beautiful woman's belly, grinning, screaming, and howling, their ugly eyes filled with hatred for Moriarty.

Moriarty remained unfazed, then slammed his staff into the ground with a resounding "crack!"

"boom!"

The fire elemental magic went berserk, spreading to every corner of the room and instantly igniting a raging fire throughout the entire space.

Moriarty and his seven companions were unharmed; instead, they found the surroundings quite cool.

Like a fiery beast, it swallowed the internal affairs office whole.

The leaping flames consumed every monstrous monk.

Small fire elemental snakes crawled onto the portrait of the beautiful woman, tightly coiling around her and bringing her burning and death.

Finally, the girl with purple lavender behind her could no longer maintain her dance moves; she tilted her head back and let out a mournful roar.

Outward beauty is like a shell; once burned, its true nature is revealed.

A gray skeleton!

"Ding-dong~"

A clear system notification sounded: "The system has detected that the host has discovered the skeleton of a medieval bishop. You will be rewarded with 3 exploration draws."

Medieval bishop!

A thoughtful look flashed across Moriarty's eyes. The sorcerer monk had become involved with a medieval bishop!

But what does that have to do with me? Anyway, the evil monk is going to die here.

Three draws – two dragon eggs and a clever alchemical prop, the Lionheart pendant.

After accepting the gifts, the portrait of the beautiful woman and the freakish monk were burned to ashes.

When the last beautiful woman was burned to a skeleton, all the skeletons gathered together and became a tall skeleton.

It lowered its head and screamed at Moriarty, "Moriarty Slytherin!"

"You murdered the noble Gregory!"

"You will pay the price! You will pay the price!!!"

"Killing me is like signing a pact with hell. I will judge you in hell, I will judge you!!!"

"Believe me, in the past and future you cannot see, there are many such people—whom I have transformed into hellish demons! Creatures filled with hatred!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Moriarty Slytherin!"

"Gagaga..."

The maniacal laughter faded away as the skeleton gradually disintegrated.

When the last flame died down, the sinful house collapsed with a crash!

Amidst the smoke and dust, officials from the Magic Union all turned to look in this direction, plunging the entire main hall into silence.

However, Moriarty and his seven companions had no interest in such matters.

Lilith reached out and grabbed Moriarty's arm, asking anxiously, "Was that... a curse? He... cast a hellish curse on you!"

"No," Moriarty calmly shook his head, unfazed. "I don't sense any curse, nor do I feel the slightest discomfort."

"Getting rid of the evil monk is a huge relief," Moriarty smiled at Lilith, then looked at Jericho and the others. "Half of our mission has been accomplished; things have gone unexpectedly smoothly."

"But—" Lilith's expression softened a little, and she was about to say something when Moriarty raised his hand to interrupt her.

"Alright, let's leave this for later. Right now, we need to figure out how to get out of here."

"I know we're surrounded without even looking back." Leon gripped his wand tightly; he wasn't afraid to fight his way out!

Moriarty, however, said, "Let's change our appearance before we fight our way out!"

With a graceful turn, his staff swept over the heads of Lilith and the other six, giving them new faces and bodies.

Then Moriarty fired a spell at a dark shadow outside.

"Please call me Mr. Wick!"

The whole process was completed in just two seconds, and an unknown wizard outside collapsed in response.

Lilith and her six companions also understood Moriarty's meaning, gave themselves strange names, and then launched spells outwards.

"Let's make a scene, haha!"

The wizard in the main hall wondered if he had offended the goddess of misfortune today.

This morning, the same old argument continued at the department—it's been going on for half a year now, from Muggles to wizards, from Galleons to territory...

Then the internal affairs office suddenly caught fire, and before anyone could react, it collapsed with a loud crash.

And then came the present: a group of audacious wizards launched a brutal attack on them.

One after another, spells shot out like lasers.

This gave them the illusion that they were in the Battle of Moscow.

One of the tall wizards even had two wands, one long and one short.

A powerful but not lethal spell, a stun spell that brought down a row of wizards—it was practically Merlin resurrected.

With a relentless swing, the sofas, fireplaces, lamps, chairs... all the furniture in the department were uprooted and crashed into the poor main hall like cannonballs, affecting countless department members.

"Run!!!"

A fierce roar soon followed.

Meanwhile, more Soviet sorcerers began to retreat, fearing that the goddess of misfortune would hinder their progress.

(Thanks to Jiajun for the donation! Congratulations on becoming the sect leader! 6 extra chapters! After discussing with the sect leader, I have things to do this week, including a wedding banquet, so the extra chapters will be postponed to next week. No chapters on Wednesday and Thursday, and regular chapters will resume from Friday onwards.)

(End of this chapter)