The mastermind behind Hogwarts

After the match, Hermione accompanied Hannah back to the Hufflepuff common room.

On the way, Hannah lowered her head and sobbed softly.

His fair, chubby baby face was streaked with tears, and his heartbroken little face was pitiful.

Hermione comforted her understandingly, "Hannah, don't be sad. Someone like him doesn't deserve your affection. You deserve a better wizard."

Speaking of "him," Hermione raised her delicate eyebrows and said angrily, "I saw him kiss two girls! And what about all the girls I didn't see? There were so many more! Remember that girl in his dorm who was always barefoot? You dare say they weren't involved? Humph!"

"Oh, I remember now, our senior, Tonks! She was feeding him! And he just sat there enjoying it without a care in the world, with so many girls around!"

"And another thing! I heard there's a girl in his year of Slytherin who's been keeping an eye on him too, and that girl is not to be trifled with!"

"Hannah!" Hermione tugged at her friend's arm, staring into her eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you before you understand! He—Moriarty's Lytherin! He's not right for you! You don't need to be heartbroken over a womanizer!"

To Hermione's surprise, Hannah cried even harder!

"Waaaaah—Moriarty-senpai accepted so many girls, why didn't he accept me?! Waaaaah..."

Hermione slapped her forehead. "Oh no! You've been poisoned, you know that?"

"The moment he saved me, I made up my mind," Hannah said firmly, "I want to be his woman!"

Hermione shook her head helplessly. "Oh, how ridiculous! The only thing I criticize about wizards is the institution of marriage! Only monogamy is correct!"

"Speaking of which, Hermione, why do you know so much about the girls around Moriarty?"

Hannah suddenly stopped crying and stared brightly at Hermione with her big eyes.

"what?"

Hermione's face flushed red, and the usually quick-witted girl stammered as if her secret had been exposed.

"I...I...I didn't, I just like chatting with people! Yes, you know, chatting with upperclassmen can give you a lot of useful information."

Hermione found a suitable excuse and persuaded Hannah.

Seeing that Hannah wasn't pressing the issue, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief: "That was close. I'm sorry, Hannah, I can't tell you, Moriarty was the first wizard I met. He... saved me too... that's his secret."

Back in the castle, Hannah said to Hermione, "Why don't we ask Senior Tonks how many girlfriends Moriarty has?"

"You're still not giving up?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "You're asking about Senior Tonks? Isn't Senior Tonks his girlfriend? Are you sure you don't want to let Senior Tonks kick you out? She's a prospective Auror, and I don't want to upset her."

Hannah's behavior reminded Hermione of romance novels in the Muggle world.

The female leads in the stories all have their IQs drop to zero the moment they meet the male lead.

Now Hannah is the same.

Seeing Hannah looking worried, Hermione couldn't bear to see her friend sad, so she came up with an idea.

"Hannah, instead of guessing how many girlfriends he has, or asking around, let's let him tell us himself!"

Hermione's brown eyes shone brightly as she told Hannah about her plan.

This requires the use of a magic potion—a compound decoction.

Hermione is preparing to drink Polyjuice Potion and transform into Moriarty, then walk around campus looking like Moriarty's girlfriend or a girl who has feelings for him.

They'll naturally come running to you!

"Now you know how many competitors you have!" Hermione said with a smirk, clapping her hands.

Hannah said weakly, "I don't want to compete with them, I just want to be with Moriarty."

Seeing her flushed cheeks, Hermione was exasperated but encouraged her, "Love is a girl's war! You have to win. Don't worry, I'll help you!"

"Okay..." Hannah said weakly, "But brewing the compound decoction is very difficult; it takes at least three months."

"Don't worry," Hermione said confidently, using her sharp mind. "I noticed that Professor Snape has a storeroom, which must contain the ingredients for Polyjuice Potion! I need you to create some chaos in the next class so I can sneak into the storeroom and steal those ingredients."

"But that violates school rules."

"Oh, Hannah," Hermione urged, "isn't it worth the risk to find out the truth?"

"Okay," Hannah agreed to Hermione. "Thank you, Hermione," she finally smiled.

Hermione's plan went as scheduled. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw attended Potions class together, while Hannah made a commotion to attract Professor Snape's attention.

Hermione successfully obtained the raw materials for the compound decoction, including a very important ingredient—lacewings.

It takes 21 days just to boil the lacewings!

Hermione was fortunate to have obtained some already prepared lacewings, which meant she could prepare the compound soup by Christmas Eve at the latest.

"Next comes the most important part—a part of the person being imitated."

Hermione was reading "The Complete Book of Potions".

"Ugh—I don't want to get his toenails, scalp, or anything worse."

Hermione seemed to have thought of something embarrassing, and fanned herself with her hand in front of her nose.

"I'd better go get his hair. I hope I can get it without any problems."

Hermione decides to steal Moriarty's hair; gray hair is highly recognizable and not easily confused with other hair.

Hannah was very grateful to Hermione for being so busy every day.

"Can I help you?" Hannah asked Hermione with concern.

"Okay, then I'll invite him to the library after I drink the compound decoction. The longer you can keep him here, the better!"

Hermione didn't hold back and assigned Hannah a very difficult task.

However, there's nothing that can be done about it; it's impossible for two Moriarties to appear at the same time.

Hannah agreed, and now all that's left is for Hermione to get Moriarty's hair.

Time passed slowly, and the Quidditch match arrived as scheduled.

Ha used the two victories to prove that Jericho's special training was effective.

He defeated Cedric the Seeker from Hufflepuff and Draco the Seeker from Gryffindor.

This made Harry somewhat popular, and once Sabini mocked Harry for being clumsy in Potions class, which earned him a reprimand from Soldaya.

After class, Harry went to the library with Neville.

Neville was happy for Harry, "You've finally integrated into Slytherin. I told you you could do it."

Harry walked happily along the path to the library, the sunlight shining on him and flowers blooming all around him.

Sabine's life was not so wonderful, as he discovered that he was the clown in Slytherin.

Trying to ingratiate himself with Pansy and her gang instead of beating Harry back resulted in him being despised by his classmates, instead of being respected.

Ron, who had been observing Harry closely, keenly noticed this and, out of jealousy, always wanted to trample Harry and Draco underfoot.

Now, Ron knew his chance had come.

"You wouldn't want Harry Potter to pee on your head, would you?" Ron lured Sabine out, trying to sow discord.

"If you want to be the brightest one among the first-year students, I can help you."

"What good will this do you?" Sabini wasn't stupid at all.

"I don't like Harry Potter either, you know? We're all controlled by Peter Pettigrew, so why did he get to leave me out and become a Quidditch player?"

Ron said resentfully, "Everything he has now should be mine! At the very least, he shouldn't have abandoned me!"

Sabini chuckled: "We can mess with him."

"I think I'm right." Ron smiled wickedly.

Perhaps his initial intention was simply to mess with Harry without doing anything else malicious, but who can say for sure what will happen in the future?

"Oh, right," Ron said resentfully, "and Draco Malfoy too! I don't like him either!"

Draco recently defeated Cedric and Cho Chang, forcing Gryffindor into a decisive match against Slytherin.

This earned Draco widespread praise, and some young girls began to pay attention to him.

Ron was consumed by jealousy and vented his frustration.

Sabine's eyes darted around, remembering that his mother had offended Narcissa, which led to his family being ostracized by the major purebloods.

"If it weren't for Draco's mother, my mother would definitely be Mrs. Slytherin! I would be Mr. Moriarty's stepson now! I would have endless riches and the magic of the Slytherin family!"

Sabini seemed to see himself living in Slytherin Castle.

"But Narcissa ruined everything! What Draco has now should be mine!"

Sabine felt a surge of resentment towards Narcissa, and he began to hate Draco as well.

"Fine, I promise you," Sabine said viciously. "We'll team up and teach Poot and Malfoy a lesson!"

Ron said they were weak and should improve their strength first.

By this time, Ron had been influenced by Voldemort; the Ron of the past would never have taken the initiative to learn.

Ron and Sabine went to the library every day, and the two would occasionally meet in secluded corners, which some people found very strange, but they didn't think much of it.

It's because they're not popular!

On the third Thursday of November, Ron suddenly asked Sabine to steal a pair of girls' socks for him.

Sabine assumed Ron was using the socks to practice spells, so without thinking, she stole Pansy's old socks and gave them to Ron.

however.

On Friday, Ron again asked Sabine to steal women's underwear for him!