The mastermind behind Hogwarts

In a washroom on the fifth floor of the castle, Sabine growled at Ron, "Did some Wiltshire donkey kick your head flat, Ron Weasley?!"

Ron's head was lowered so much that Sabine couldn't see his eyes or expression.

But that didn't stop Sabini from venting his anger.

"You want me to be a thief? I'm a wizard! To steal girls'...you know?"

"That's ridiculous, Weasley! That's absurd!"

Sabine waved his arms, as if he had an axe and would have even chopped Ron in half.

"If you make me do these things again, I'll report you to Professor Snape immediately!" Sabine said coldly, then turned and left.

"etc."

Ron suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Sabini with eyes like a vicious dog.

Sabine saw Ron's eyes clearly; they were bloodshot. A chill ran down his spine. "W-what do you want?"

Ron approached Sabine and said hoarsely, "You can't steal a girl's from the castle... I heard your mother is a great beauty, why don't you go and steal one of hers?"

"What?"

Sabini didn't react immediately.

It was only a moment later that he realized Ron's filth and depravity.

"asshole!"

Sabine threw a hard punch at Ron, knocking him to the ground.

"Ron Weasley!!!"

Shabini's rage surged to his head, as if a bomb was exploding inside his chest. He lunged forward, raining punches down on Ron.

Mischievous Sprite flew out of a toilet, yelling, "Fighting! Fighting!"

"The first-year students from Slytherin and Gryffindor are fighting!"

Peeves darted underground in a flash. Afraid that Peeves would alert the students and professors in the castle, Sabine hurriedly released Ron and ran away.

Ron slowly got up, his face and head covered in bruises.

But he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

His eyes were vacant as he walked blankly toward the floating ladder.

Why don't any girls like me?

"Am I destined to never be able to hold a girl's hand in my entire life?"

"Am I going to never smell a girl's scent again? I've heard that girls always smell nice..."

"Oh no!!!"

Ron's eyes were bloodshot, and his mind was a jumbled mess of emotions—resentment, anger, and lust—that were about to explode!

The curse weighed heavily on Ron's heart like a mountain.

Ron didn't even dare to think about it; the thought would make him cry in the dark—Ron couldn't accept being a bachelor for the rest of his life.

What's even more terrifying than being a bachelor for life is gradually losing your fertility.

Ron had a crazy idea: while he still had the ability to have children, he should find a girlfriend as soon as possible.

Gradually, Ron learned the family's traditional craft.

Ron, whose skills were getting better and better, was no longer satisfied with just dreaming about it; he couldn't wait to put his skills into practice.

Pansy's smelly socks gave Ron a lot of pleasure. Ron even put the socks in his mouth and smelled a strange, stinky and sour odor.

Ron thought to himself, "That's strange. Aren't young girls supposed to smell nice?"

But Ron couldn't care less about that; he wanted to take things further, which led to his conversation with Sabine.

"If I can't steal it, I'll have to do it myself. That idiot Sabini will never know what he's lost! Humph!"

As Ron walked, he took it upon himself to harbor resentment towards Sabini.

As they walked into the auditorium, Lavender Brown and her friends walked in, chatting and laughing.

Lavender came in from outside, took off her pink scarf, revealing a patch of white skin at the neckline.

Ron stared wide-eyed at Lavender, his mind filled with nothing but that white expanse.

"Go! Go! Go!"

A hoarse voice urged Ron on, and Ron thought the voice was particularly unpleasant, but he still started to move!

Lavender sensed someone following him and turned around to see Ron lunging at him!

"ah--"

Lavender screamed in terror and ran forward in a panic.

"Bang!"

Ron missed and fell face down.

But he grabbed Lavender's ankle with his right hand!

The other girl was terrified. "Ron Weasley, what are you doing?!"

Ron, like a beggar who hadn't eaten for days, rushed over like a madman, groping her through the thick jeans.

Just as Ron was about to lean in for a kiss, the others in the hall realized what was happening.

"The strength has been released!"

"Separate immediately!"

He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!

"..."

There were upperclassmen in the auditorium, and immediately twenty or thirty spells hit Ron.

Seeing Ron groping the girl, Tonks jumped up and raised his wand: "Avada Kedavra..."

"My darling Nymph," Moriarty quickly picked up Tonks and carried her away, "It's not that bad, it's not that bad..."

Ron was hit by spells that mostly knocked him back, and flew far away, crashing heavily to the ground and losing consciousness.

Percy ran to Ron's side, his face pale. Lavender had already sat on the ground and was crying loudly.

Many students ran to call the professor, and many ghosts also looked over.

Nick, nearly headless, kept shaking his head. "This is a terrible incident; nothing like this has happened in fifty years!"

"Hmph, I'm older than you!" The Blood Man, Barrow, floated out, having not appeared for a long time. "I can say this is an unprecedentedly egregious incident in the history of Hogwarts!"

Nick floated away in fear.

The entire auditorium was in complete chaos. The boys surrounded Ron in a circle, while the girls went to comfort Lavender. Hermione pulled back Hannah, who also wanted to go.

"Wait, this is an opportunity!" Hermione winked. "You go and distract him, I'll go to his room and steal his hair."

Hannah hesitated for a moment, then agreed, telling Moriarty that Lavender might be injured.

Moriarty and his friends walked over, and Hermione, seeing this, nodded in satisfaction and slipped out of the Great Hall.

Hermione had barely stepped outside when she heard a cold female voice say, "Crucible!"

Then came Ron's scream of "Ah!"

"That female voice must be that Slytherin senior who was with him, right? How scary."

Hermione shuddered and quickened her pace.

Hermione asked an upperclassman for directions to Moriarty's single room and successfully found it.

"Yes, it's very conspicuous. Senior was right after all. Only his dormitory door has the Slytherin crest."

Hermione tried pushing the door, and to her surprise, it opened!

Hermione was only slightly surprised, but quickly recovered. She knew that there was always a girl sleeping in Moriarty's single room during the day.

Violet Ventura, the most special girl in the entire castle.

She could sleep in class, or she could sleep openly in the single room of Moriarty, the best boy at Hogwarts.

As everyone knows, Violet Ventura is Moriarty's follower and is also a vampire, unlike a wizard.

As long as she doesn't cause trouble, the professors turn a blind eye.

Sure enough, when Hermione went in, she saw a large bed with a beautiful and lovely girl lying on it covered with a thick black quilt.

Only a pair of fair little feet were visible.

Hermione couldn't help but smile wryly; even she, a girl, couldn't help but feel her heart flutter at the sight of such tiny feet.

And beside the pillow, a beautiful cat was crouching.

The cat was gray, which Hermione found odd. Unexpectedly, the cat spoke, "What are you doing here?"

Hermione stood in the doorway and recited the lie she had prepared: "Hello, I'm here to see Moriarty, the senior Lytrin. There's been some trouble in the Great Hall that I need him to resolve."

"Master Moriarty is not here. You may leave."

"Oh well."

Hermione didn't think much of it, assuming the gray cat was Moriarty's pet cat, and as for why it could talk, it was probably some kind of magical creature.

Hermione slowly backed away, her eyes darting around, searching for the hair on the ground.

"Where is it? Where is it? Hurry, you'll definitely find it!"

Hermione was anxious; this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Finally, Hermione saw a wisp of gray hair!

"Found it!"

Hermione happily walked over, pretending to tie her shoelaces, picked up the gray hair, and carefully put it away.

"Then I'll take my leave."

After finishing everything, Hermione walked out satisfied.

Violet didn't say a word or even move an inch, as if she were asleep.

"The most important ingredients are all gathered, now it's time to cook!" Hermione couldn't help but cheer with joy.

In the dormitory, Violet suddenly opened her eyes.

"Feifei, what did she pick up from the ground?"

That's right, the gray cat is Princess Sophie, the pet cat Violet brought with her when she entered first grade.

Princess Sophie is no ordinary cat. She left Hogwarts after the Blood Feast. This time, she returned to deliver the Brotherhood of Cain's battle report from Japan to Moriarty!

Princess Sophie spoke up: "You might not believe it, but that child picked up a hair from my cat."

Violet had no concept of Polyjuice Potion in her mind, so she didn't take it seriously and said lazily, "That's why wizards are really strange. Never mind them, let's get some rest. Fifi, you also need time to recover. Look at you, your fur has turned gray."

"We'll discuss everything once Master Moriarty returns."

Evening arrived quickly. In the Slytherin girls' dormitory, Pansy said to Daphne, "Hey? Did you see the bag of socks I left on the sofa in the common room yesterday?"

"I saw it, what's wrong?" Daphne asked with a puzzled look. "I was thinking, Pansy, your socks smell awful."

Pansy blushed and whispered, "What? Mine don't smell! Those are Draco's socks... I promised to wash them for him."

"what?"

"But, but, I can't find them! My socks are gone! How strange, where did they go?" Pansy said in distress.

Meanwhile, in the Gryffindor common room, Percy, his face ashen, discovered a pile of smelly socks under Ron's pillow.