The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 431 Harry Potter Gets Beaten Up

"Who says magic can't have a human touch?"

"Magic makes both wizards and Muggles instinctively think of adjectives like fantasy, coldness, and mystery."

"Magic is never something close to reality, but a miracle that changes reality."

"Justice and the law use magic to tell others that in chaos, miracles can be created one after another through the law."

Lilith raised her face slightly as she explained her theory, and the development of justice and law in the Soviet Union gave her a strong sense of confidence. She looked smug but tried her best to hide it from Moriarty.

Moriarty understood after a moment's thought: the law of justice had employed a very clever tactic.

For Muggles, the law is the bone, and magic is the skin.

A wizard, with magic as his bones and law as his skin.

This method was only effective in the turbulent Soviet Union.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't you be most grateful to me?"

Moriarty said earnestly to Lilith.

"Don't forget who took you to the Soviet Union? And who took you to the Soviet Union's Ministry of Magic and got you a complete understanding of the situation of Soviet wizards?"

"Without me, you probably wouldn't have come up with such a clever idea."

"Huh?" Gemma looked at Moriarty with surprise and admiration, then asked Lilith, "Is what Moriarty said true?"

Lilith rolled her eyes at Gemma, annoyed. "Don't you already know the answer? Senior, you need to stand firm on your side. I really don't know which side you're on, honestly~"

Gemma blushed slightly and said with a grin, "If Moriarty isn't here, I'm on your side. If Moriarty were here, I'd be on his side. Hehe~"

Moriarty nodded vigorously. "As expected of one of Slytherin's most outstanding female prefects..."

"Speaking of prefects, will there still be that hidden prefect this year?" Lilith said, resting her chin on her right hand, looking annoyed. "This system was established last year because of the Five Schools League, for easier management. This year, there aren't many foreign students enrolling, so there's no need for the hidden prefect to exist."

Actually, she didn't want Moriarty to have a separate bedroom—who knew which girl might be sleeping in it.

Gemma saw through Lilith's thoughts, but didn't point it out, because she didn't want Moriarty to have a room alone either.

On this point, Lilith and Gemma were on the same side, and the two women exchanged knowing smiles.

"Don't change the subject. I'm asking you," Moriarty nudged Lilith with his elbow. "Tell me, did I contribute to the effectiveness of the just laws in the Soviet Union?"

"Hmm..." Lilith pondered, "Indeed, without your groundwork, justice and law could not have established their guiding principles."

"If you ever have any lawsuits to fight in the future, I'll give you a 10% discount."

Lilith smiled smugly, and Gemma said she had ulterior motives.

Moriarty shook his head. "Hey, how stingy."

"Lilith," Gemma blinked her bright eyes, "you were wrong about something. Who said there weren't any international students enrolling this year?"

"Huh?" Lilith didn't react at first, then her eyes lit up when she remembered something. "Oh~ I remember now! Yes, yes, yes!"

"Right?" Gemma glanced meaningfully at Moriarty, then deliberately said loudly, "There'll be a little beauty among this year's freshmen, won't there?"

Lilith understood and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, she's even prettier than Hibiscus? And her figure... is even hotter than Senior Tonks!"

Moriarty was immediately displeased when he heard this, saying that a freshman had a better physique than Tonks?

Under his guidance, Tonks has grown continuously. Not to mention students, even compared to mature women, Tonks is extremely outstanding.

And now they're actually saying there's a freshman who's better than Tonks?

Isn't this questioning Moriarty's development capabilities?

I can't stand it.

Moriarty immediately disagreed with them.

Lilith and Gemma burst out laughing at the same time.

"Look, senior, what did I tell you? He appears to be on Tonks' side, but he's actually trying to find out more about that beautiful new student!"

"Yes, that's right, I think so too."

Moriarty chuckled: "You guys deliberately set a trap for me just to make a joke, huh? Just waiting to see me fall into it!"

Lilith then became serious: "No, there really is a beautiful girl coming to Hogwarts. You'll see when the time comes."

As the three chatted, the unicorn carriage arrived at Privet Road.

Because the carriage was enchanted and invisible to Muggles, five unicorns slowly descended, and Moriarty and the two women stepped off the carriage.

"Is this where the savior lived?" Gemma asked curiously, looking around at the houses and streets.

"You should say this is Aunt Savior's house," Lilith said, pursing her lips.

She already knew the truth about Voldemort's defeat and dismissed the savior's words with disdain.

After mastering human transformation techniques and developing the laws of justice, they scoffed at the concept of a savior.

Even if Voldemort were to appear now, it wouldn't faze Lilith in the slightest.

Moriarty was also very relaxed.

He glanced at a house behind him, where Marcus was crouching furtively in the corner, intently peering into the room.

Holding a magic camera in his hand, he would take a couple of photos every now and then.

Moriarty waved and shouted, "Marcus? Peeping at the neighbor taking a shower?"

Marcus was startled, turned around and saw it was Moriarty, and breathed a sigh of relief.

But the family he was spying on suddenly opened their window!

"Damn it," Marcus gave a wry smile, "we've been found out!"

"Splash!"

A rifle protruded from the window.

"Snap!"

That was the sound of a bullet being chambered.

The rifle was pointed out the window.

Marcus ran to Moriarty's side before the gun was pointed at him.

The rifle failed to find its target, and its owner, clutching it, slammed open the door.

Moriarty and his men got a good look at the man: a tall, burly man with a large beard, so fat that he almost had no neck.

This sight reminded Moriarty of someone.

To confirm his guess, Moriarty turned his head and saw the number 4 bronze plaque on the front door of the house.

Okay, there's no escaping it.

The man in front of you, who is as fat as a pig, is Harry Potter's uncle, Vernon Dursley.

So this house naturally belongs to Harry's aunt.

What exactly is Marcus spying on?

Surely she wasn't spying on Harry's aunt!

Oh, Merlin above.

Moriarty subtly distanced himself from Marcus.

At that moment, Vernon Dursley strode toward Marcus, gun in hand.

"Get out! Don't you dare come back here! You freak!"

His face turned a deep purple, making him look like a big beetroot with a thick beard.

It was clear that Vernon Dursley wanted to do something to Marcus, but he held back.

"Vernon, come quick! The child has run away!"

A scream came from inside the house. Moriarty looked past Vernon and saw a thin, small boy slip out of the room as the door was wide open.

"Consider yourself lucky," Vernon glared at Marcus, "Take your friends and get out!"

After saying that, he put the gun back in his house and went to chase after the boy.

Moriarty and his three companions stood on the street, silently watching the farce unfold.

"I thought you'd curse him when he pointed a gun at you," Moriarty told Marcus.

Marcus grinned: "Being with you, sir, I've long since learned to remain calm in the face of both honor and disgrace."

Lilith clicked her tongue in amazement: "Such high level of awareness."

"Actually, I'm just using him for something next time," Marcus Stan said. "That fat man is a really annoying Muggle. He beat up his nephew, Harry Potter, today, and I filmed it all."

"Sending it to the Daily Prophet will definitely fetch a good price, hehe."

As Marcus showed the photos of the magic he'd taken to his companions, he said smugly, "As long as that person keeps torturing Harry Potter, I'll have a never-ending stream of material. I'll be rich sooner or later!"

"You're such a Slytherin," Lilith shrugged. So selfish and selfish.

"I'm more interested in Harry Potter than that."

Moriarty grabbed a photograph taken in the kitchen, showing only one or two people.

One of them was Vernon, who was pointing the butt of his gun at a little boy.

That skinny little boy with tattered black-rimmed glasses was Harry Potter.

There was a noticeable bruise on the corner of his left eye.

There were red handprints on his neck, as if someone had once choked Harry hard.

Lilith glanced at it a few times, then looked at the number 4 bronze medal with disdain: "I doubt any wizard would have imagined that Harry Potter—the famous savior—would be tortured by a Muggle!"

"This is a fresh wound, it was inflicted in the last few days."

Moriarty carefully examined the injury. In the original story, although Harry was unhappy at his aunt's house and the Dursleys were very harsh on him.

However, there was never any abuse of Harry.

Harry was beaten by Vernon in the last few days.

Something must have happened during that time!

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