The mastermind behind Hogwarts

"Bang bang bang!"

Hannah ran to the dormitory door and pounded on it loudly.

Moriarty frowned upon hearing the knocking.

Hannah's anxious shouts rang out: "Moriarty? Moriarty, are you there?! Hermione's in trouble!"

Moriarty got up and opened the door for her. Hannah saw Moriarty's exposed upper body and stared at him, swallowing hard.

Fair skin, well-defined muscles, a strong physique, and a masculine scent...

Hannah's face flushed red. She seemed lost in thought, her eyes glazed over, and she forgot to say anything.

Moriarty coughed lightly, and a silver robe flew in automatically and draped over his body.

"You just said Glenn got into trouble?"

He looked down at Hannah.

Hannah reluctantly looked away, her mind still filled with Moriarty's abs, and absentmindedly said, "Um...you mean Granger?"

"I'm asking you!" Moriarty said, speechless.

"Ah!" Hannah exclaimed, as if waking from a dream, blushing deeply. "Yes, yes, Hermione drank Polyjuice Potion, and she turned into a cat!"

Upon hearing the compound decoction, Moriarty frowned even more deeply. "Nonsense! Where is she?"

"Yes, yes..."

Hannah blinked, seemingly too excited to notice.

"I'm sorry, Moriarty-senpai, I... I forgot where we are..."

Hannah was so anxious she was about to cry.

Seeing this, Moriarty rushed to the desk and took out the Marauder's Map from a thick magic book.

A name was prominently displayed in the girls' restroom on the third floor: Hermione Granger.

"Found it, let's go."

Moriarty dragged Hannah all the way to the bathroom, where Hannah finally remembered which stall Hermione was in.

"Crunch."

Hannah opened the small door to the cubicle, and Hermione sat on the toilet seat with her back to them.

Hermione was already dressed. Although the boys' clothes were a bit loose, her fluffy cat fur couldn't be hidden and was still showing.

Moriarty also saw a snow-white tail, playfully wagging at him.

"Granger, give me your hand." Moriarty said gently, extending his right hand to try and communicate with Hermione. "I'll take you to the school hospital for treatment."

"I'm not going," Hermione said softly. "I don't want to be seen, please, don't take me out, meow."

Hearing Hermione's slightly childish voice, Moriarty was both annoyed and amused.

"If you don't go, you'll have to stay in the bathroom tonight."

"That's better than being seen," Hermione said, waving her right hand with its small paw pads. "My Polyjuice Potion only lasts an hour, meow, then I'll be fine. I just wanted to warn you, there's something wrong with that gray cat in your dorm!"

Hermione's voice suddenly rose; her own situation made her realize that the gray hair wasn't Moriarty's gray hair, but that of the gray cat.

And now she's worried about Moriarty!

"If you're referring to me, then I'm honored."

Princess Sophie trotted in with her cat-like steps. Hermione didn't turn around, but her cat ears twitched, and she shrieked, "It's you! Why is your fur all white, meow?"

"I'm not some kind of cat," Sophie said, climbing onto Moriarty's shoulder and licking her paws. "If you put in regular cat hair, it might only last an hour, but you took away my cat! How long will it last? Who knows!"

Meow. ⊙ω⊙

Hermione was stunned; things had developed in a way that was completely beyond her expectations.

Hannah stood blankly behind Moriarty, wondering what they were talking about.

The two little girls' predicament made Moriarty scratch his head slightly.

How to solve this? Headache.

Sophie calmly licked her paws, which still retained Moriarty's master's scent...

I was so close to getting to eat it, but those two little girls ruined it.

Sophie glanced at Hannah and Hermione with displeasure, then her eyes lit up with an idea.

"Master Moriarty, I suggest we take her back to her room," Sophie said, extending her paw towards Hermione. "Otherwise, who knows what might happen to her? My master knows my identity too."

Moriarty nodded solemnly.

Hermione didn't completely turn into a cat, but rather into something like a catgirl, which is very likely related to Sophie's original appearance.

This makes it impossible to determine the duration of the effects of the compound decoction.

Hermione didn't want to be seen by others, and she couldn't go to the school hospital either.

Moriarty then said, "Granger, you don't want to sleep in the bathroom, do you?"

Hermione didn't reply, but her tail wagged. Moriarty knew she didn't want to, but was just too embarrassed to admit it.

Moriarty smiled and said, "You don't want to become a terrifying demon, monster, or devil, do you?"

"Don't laugh, meow!"

Hermione turned around and glared at Moriarty, her exquisite and charming face exposed to Moriarty's gaze.

Moriarty looked Hermione up and down and found her appearance pleasing and attractive.

She possesses the cuteness and gentleness of a cat, as well as Hermione's own stubbornness. Since Sophie's age is unknown, Hermione has also grown a bit older.

Her facial features look more defined, and her figure doesn't resemble that of a young girl at all.

Hermione's cat ears twitched unconsciously, and the pink paw pads on her palms and soles made her beard look less menacing.

Its tail wags from time to time, like a spring breeze that can blow into any man's heart.

Hermione noticed that Moriarty was staring at her for a little longer this time, and she felt a sweet sensation. Avoiding Moriarty's gaze, she said shyly, "What are you looking at?"

Moriarty stepped forward and hugged Hermione tightly.

"As your senior," Moriarty said righteously, "I need to check on your junior's health."

Hermione nestled in Moriarty's arms, her fluffy fur pressed against Moriarty's chest and abs, a burning heat emanating from her.

Hermione meowed weakly, "Maybe we shouldn't, meow~"

Moriarty chuckled softly: "I haven't even held you accountable for trying to use the compound decoction to impersonate me yet!"

"Huh?" Hermione was startled. How could she have forgotten about this? He still found out.

Hermione stuck out her tongue, and Moriarty noticed that even her tongue had turned pink.

As he left the bathroom, Moriarty ruffled Hannah's hair. "Go back to sleep, little Hannah."

"Okay." Hannah nodded her little head blankly, watching them leave with envy in her eyes.

"I really want to be carried away by my senior like Hermione, in a princess carry~"

Not long after, Moriarty brought Hermione back to his dormitory.

Moriarty put Hermione on the bed and said to the drowsy Violet, "You two sleep together tonight. I'll sleep on the sofa."

"Huh?" Violet protested. "Master, I don't want you to leave."

Hermione also felt it wasn't right to let Moriarty sleep on the sofa, since it was his own bedroom.

"Senior, come on up, this bed... is quite spacious."

As she said this, Hermione felt her face burning.

But his body language was very honest; he moved to the side to make room.

Moriarty touched his nose: "Then I won't be polite."

"Yay!"

Hermione stared in disbelief: "What are you doing, meow?!"

"I'm not looking." Hermione turned her back and covered her eyes with the pads of her hands.

The scene from just now flashed through my mind.

Hermione felt like she was about to catch fire.

Suddenly, the craving for blood returned!

Hermione's eyes began to turn red: "Ugh, I want to drink blood! Oh, meow~"

The body began to writhe restlessly.

Four sharp teeth gleamed coldly.

Sophie noticed, "Master Moriarty, she's starting to change. We need to feed her something."

Moriarty shook his head and said, "She's not a vampire, she absolutely cannot drink blood."

"Then let's feed her something else." Sophie's eyes were full of mischief.

She jumped next to Hermione, muttered something, and Hermione crawled toward Moriarty like a cat.

"Granger?"

Moriarty sensed something was wrong.

What are you doing?

"Don't touch me, oh dear, Hermione! Oh—"

"Hmm~ You finally called me... by my name, mmm, meow~"

Hermione spoke haltingly, glancing up at Moriarty. Her beautiful cat eyes seemed to hold hooks that could steal one's soul and essence.

After a long while, Hermione no longer wanted to drink the blood. Her eyes returned to normal.

"So, what is our relationship now?"

She asked Moriarty, panting.

"Shh, don't ask."