The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Zhang Qiu swept her hair down on both sides to prevent Hermione from seeing her gradually reddening cheeks.

"I absolutely mustn't talk to her about Moriarty, or my face will burn like crazy."

With that in mind, Zhang Qiu began to think of ways to distract Hermione.

These days, the veteran Ravenclaw students all know that the newcomer Hermione is a girl with a very strong thirst for knowledge, and she won't give up until she gets to the bottom of a problem.

Therefore, to stop Hermione from pressing Cho Chang about whether she liked Moriarty, Cho Chang needed to divert her attention.

Just then, Marcus walked over to the Slytherin table from outside and said he wanted to bring Moriarty a dinner.

Zhang Qiu's eyes lit up, and she beckoned Hermione over, "Hermione, do you see that tall boy from Slytherin?"

Hermione followed the gaze and saw that Marcus was tall and imposing, which instinctively intimidated her. She nodded. "He seems to be a fifth-year student, right?"

"Yes, and he's Moriarty's henchman. If you want to know where Penelope is, just ask him."

"Really?" Hermione's eyes widened. "Why do you say that?"

"Because," Zhang Qiu smiled mischievously, "Penelope must be staying in Moriarty's single room. Did you see Marcus bring a dinner for two?"

Hermione looked over again and, sure enough, Marcus left with two dinners. Her mouth gaped slightly, unable to hide her surprise.

"W-what...does that mean they're not coming back tonight? Senior Penelope isn't coming back tonight?!"

Zhang Qiu chuckled and said, "That's right, how could the girl who went into that dorm room possibly come out?"

Hermione shuddered slightly, her hands covering her chest, a look of horror appearing on her face as if she had just realized something.

"How can this happen at school..." Hermione said, finding it hard to accept.

Zhang Qiu chuckled: "Little Hermione, are you thinking of Moriarty's single room as a pervert's hut?"

I didn't explain clearly. What I meant was that many girls are eager to get into that dormitory room. If it weren't on campus, they'd probably be swarming at the door, fighting tooth and nail for a chance to get in!

Hermione stared blankly and said, "This... is completely different from the wizard I imagined."

Zhang Qiu patted Hermione's head: "Little Hermione, wizards are people too, and people are realistic. For many girls, entering Moriarty's single room is equivalent to having a bright future, and Moriarty himself is also very dazzling."

"So, Qiu Zhang senior also likes him, right?" He Ran blinked and asked softly.

Zhang Qiu laughed at herself in exasperation. How did we end up back on track again?

"I'm not talking to you anymore, let's eat."

The house-elves had already served dinner, and Zhang Qiu ate it in small bites, but her thoughts drifted to Moriarty's single bedroom.

What will happen there tonight?

"Anyway, Peipei, you've gotten what you wanted."

Zhang Qiu shook his head with a sigh.

In Moriarty's single room, Penelope hugged Moriarty tightly with both arms like a koala embracing a tree, her legs wrapped around Moriarty's waist.

Penelope pressed her head against Moriarty's chest and whispered his name.

"Moriarty~"

"I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I really wanted to be in the same college as you."

Moriarty lowered his head and kissed Penelope's forehead. "I know, Pepe. You won't blame me for holding you in my arms three years later, will you?"

"I don't blame you," Penelope shook her head. "Lilith told me that you were doing it for our own good, that you're too young to... to, that..."

"What is that? What are you talking about? I don't understand." Moriarty turned over with a wicked grin.

Penelope turned her face away in embarrassment, her eyes narrowed into slits, and whispered, "It's just doing some naughty things..."

Moriarty rested one hand behind his head, admiring Penelope's beauty.

Penelope was different from the girls he had or knew; she always acted like a little girl, following behind him like a timid wife.

No matter what Moriarty says or does, Penelope will always be a staunch supporter.

She has the air of a virtuous wife who follows her husband wherever he goes.

Moriarty brazenly reached out his hand; the girl already possessed a certain mature femininity.

Penelope's figure wasn't as full and voluptuous as a mature woman's, but her slightly upturned curves were eye-catching.

Following down her slender waist, Moriarty asked curiously, "Your abs...?"

Of Moriarty's girls, only Tonks has perfect abs, which is a requirement of the profession, after all; Aurors have excellent physical attributes.

And Penelope?

There are even delicate and frail little girls like that.

Penelope opened her eyes, her beautiful azure eyes filled with shyness.

"I've been learning to dance lately, the Muggle kind. Senior Tonks is an Auror, Narcissa has a hot body, and Violet is petite and cute. I want to learn a skill too, to make you happier."

Penelope always studied and practiced diligently, no matter what she did, simply because she wanted Moriarty to be happier when he looked at her.

"Violet, come on over too~"

Penelope smiled at Violet, who was watching from the side.

Violet blushed and offered her small feet.

Penelope glanced at it a few times and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration: "No wonder Moriarty loves it so much, I wish I could tickle his feet too—ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly trembled; he had been "attacked" by Moriarty.

"Pepe, you smell so good."

The following morning, the Quidditch teams from all four houses began their selection processes.

The first two houses to go are Gryffindor and Slytherin.

This time, Wood was determined to win and rushed to submit the Quidditch pitch application to Professor McGonagall, setting the recruitment for 3 p.m.

Marcus's application followed shortly after, scheduled for 5 p.m.

The two colleges used the same court. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the little snake and the little lion walked into the court in twos and threes.

The young lion took this recruitment drive very seriously, and Wood's dedication to Quidditch inspired the entire Gryffindor community.

In the enthusiastic atmosphere, even the first-year students are drawn to Quidditch matches, and Ron, who was injured a few days ago, is already bouncing around again.

"Did you guys know?" Ron boasted to his classmates, emboldened by the information he'd heard from his brother, "First-year students can participate in the selection too!"

Many first-year students were drawn to his attention, and Ron proudly announced, "Do you know why? We have someone to thank for our chance to ride flying broomsticks today! It's none other than the famous Mr. Moriarty!"

"Mr. Moriarty broke the rule three years ago that first-year students couldn't join the Quidditch team!"

A group of people quickly gathered around Ron, and Ron finally found happiness, which reminded him of Professor William.

Just as he said, as long as you reveal a few things that others don't know, you can quickly attract attention.

But immediately a discordant voice rang out: "Weasley, you've forgotten Jericho Branch! Mr. Moriarty isn't alone!"

Ron looked and realized it was Draco, his arch-nemesis.

Relying on Professor William's backing, Ron said without hesitation, "Malfoy, are you so quick to speak up for your stepfather? Doesn't everyone know? Malfoy's mother is now Mr. Moriarty's woman!"

This remark ignited Draco's fury, and he raised his wand at Ron: "The idiot has come out!"

A black snake flew from the tip of the staff and bit Ron.

"Ah!" Ron was so frightened that he turned and ran away.

"Bang!"

He fell to the ground in the blink of an eye.

Ron was stunned. How could he have fallen on flat ground?

"Stop the curse immediately!"

William's voice rang out from behind the students as he strode over and stopped Draco from continuing his attack.

Draco's eyes reddened, and he said indignantly, "William Romer! You graduated from Slytherin too!"

William said calmly, "Wood Oliver is here, the selection will begin immediately."

"Professor William!" Ron stood up, ready to mock Draco, when he saw his backer arrive, but William calmly stopped him.

At that moment, Wood arrived and announced the start of the selection process.

William turned and walked to the stands, watching the lions fly by on broomsticks.

"Hmph, Draco, keep your anger going! Your anger will bring Moriarty and Dumbledore the most terrible revenge on the day your father is resurrected!"

He deliberately prevented Draco from disciplining Ron. The more Draco resented this matter, the angrier Draco would be when Lucius was resurrected!

As for Ron, William wore a sinister smile.

The methods of controlling Ron are different from Draco's.

The angrier Draco is, the easier he is to control.

The more miserable Ron is, the easier he is to control.

"When you are forgotten by everyone, Professor William is your companion."

When you are hated by everyone, Professor William is your support.

When Professor William needs you, you'll surely rush to his aid without hesitation, won't you?

William stared intently at Ron.

at last.

Ron got on the broomstick, and Wood gave Ron a chance to be selected because of Charlie.

"A good opportunity."

William watched a ball fly toward Ron and silently uttered a curse.

The ball that was flying behind Ron suddenly seemed to be remotely controlled, and it shot up in front of Ron and charged at him!

Ron, who was in the air, was terrified when he heard the sound of the ball flying through the air.

"That's way too fast! Help!"

"Bang!"

Before Ron could adjust his flying broom, the swivel ball slammed into his chest!

(Unbeknownst to me, this book has been in the works for a year already. My readers, thank you for your support! I sincerely wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy family reunion ╰(*︶`*)╯)