The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 473 The Malfoy Family's New Wife

Tonks, holding a silver bowl of sunflower seeds, blinked her dark eyes: "The new Lady Malfoy? The one who didn't respect Narcissa and seduced you, Lady Sabine?"

"Huh?" Penelope stared in shock, her gaze shifting between Moriarty and Narcissa. Was there some hidden story she didn't know about?

"Madame Sabini? That witch who was married seven times." Fleur said that even in France, she had heard of her infamous reputation.

"This Lucius suddenly has seven hats on his head."

Violet, her little feet peeking out, snuggled into Moriarty's arms, leaning comfortably against him with a sly smile on her face.

"Ouch~"

Moriarty tapped her on the forehead. "You're absolutely right. Don't say that again."

The women burst into laughter. "Sigh," Narcissa sighed softly, "I'm worried about Draco; he won't accept it."

Moriarty turned to Narcissa: "Speaking of which, it's interesting that Bressabini and Draco are now brothers."

"It's no fun at all," Narcissa pouted. "Draco has gained a stepmother, and Sabine has gained a stepfather. I don't know what Lucius and Mrs. Sabine are thinking!"

As she spoke, a hint of anger flashed in her eyes. She was not emotionally affected by Lucius's marriage, but she was worried about what would happen to the two children if Lucius remarried so hastily.

Moriarty's eyes lit up. Narcissa's words made sense. What normal man would marry a woman who had been married seven times? And what normal woman would marry a man who had nothing?

Unless, of course, both parties possess the ability to benefit each other!

If Lucius was after Madame Sabine's wealth...

So what was Mrs. Sabini's purpose?

Thinking of the Death Eaters' prison break, Moriarty had an idea!

Voldemort was right next to Lucius, and Madam Sabine was after Voldemort!

"That means I'll have to attend Lucius's wedding," Moriarty's eyes gleamed with a calculating glint in them, "perhaps I can discover where Voldemort is hiding!"

When Narcissa heard him say this, she kindly replied, "If you are going, then you will need a female companion."

Moriarty looked her over and said affectionately, "You are the most suitable person to be my companion."

Narcissa was moved to tears. As a widow, she felt she had no regrets in this life to receive such love from the head of the Slytherin family.

But she shook her head and said, "No, it's not appropriate for me to go. That would be no different from you riding on the Malfoy family's heads, and it would give the pure-bloods the message that the Slytherin family is tyrannical."

The women burst into laughter again, exchanging knowing glances.

Narcissa was formerly Mrs. Malfoy. If Moriarty took Narcissa with him, it would be as if he were saying, "Lucius, your wife is quite something. I've got one, and I want another!"

That would be better than killing Lucius!

"Ahem," Moriarty said, feigning seriousness in response to the laughter, "You've got the wrong idea. You don't think I'm just going to let Lucius do whatever he wants, do you? Not just any lady can catch my eye."

Tonks raised his hand and said, "I can vouch for that the shameless old witch, Lady Sabine, was driven out of the castle by Ingo."

Moriarty nodded, then turned to look at Tonks, his meaning clear.

Tonks put down the silver bowl and waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't look at me, you naughty junior, I'm absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not interested in this kind of banquet."

"Hmm..." Moriarty glanced at the women, finally settling on Fleur's exquisite, fairy-like face. "Miss Fleur, may I invite you to accompany me to the Malfoy family wedding?"

"I?"

Furong was overjoyed.

Being with Moriarty always made her feel deeply insecure.

"Yes, it's you, and only you." Moriarty pulled her up. "I'll take your measurements and have Luke order a dress from Diagon Alley."

Fleur is tall and slender; as a fourth-grader, she's developed like a seventh-grader, though she's not quite as developed as Tonks—she hasn't been developed by Moriarty.

But a face that combines innocence and allure is enough to leave any man speechless and any woman feeling inferior.

Furong, looking shy, was led into the bedroom by Moriarty to have her figure measured.

Narcissa tilted her head slightly, feeling that Lilith was the most suitable female companion for Moriarty.

Lilith left a deep impression on her at Malfoy Manor.

It would be best if Lilith gave that vixen Sabine a good beating for her ugly face.

Narcissa pouted. She noticed that Mrs. Sabine always liked to compete with her. This time, Mrs. Sabine picked up Lucius, whom she didn't want, and Narcissa felt even more triumphant.

Just as Moriarty had predicted, the Malfoy family sent wedding invitations the day after Christmas.

The messenger was a house-elf from Sabine Manor, who was scared away by Ingo.

"It seems you really dislike Mrs. Sabine."

Moriarty casually tossed the invitation into the trash can.

Ingo replied, "Young Master, that woman has a smell I hate." Then he went to take out the trash.

"Moriarty? We can set off now."

Furong, dressed in her finest attire, walked over.

She wore a high-slit, navy blue dress, with an ancient gemstone necklace around her neck, and her whole body shone.

"Please, my sweetheart."

Fleur happily took Moriarty's arm, boarded the unicorn carriage, and flew to the new Malfoy Manor.

Upon arrival at their destination, Lucius warmly welcomed them.

"Mr. Moriarty! Oh, my friend! It's so good to see you again! I know you avenged me—I—Lucius Malfoy—express my deepest gratitude to you!"

Lucius didn't mention Narcissa at all, showed no emotion whatsoever, and was instead filled with joy.

Moriarty had to admit that Lucius was a remarkable man, and he became even more certain that Voldemort had other schemes.

Upon entering the estate, Moriarty greeted the guests with Fleur, who remarked that Fleur was prettier than the bride.

"See? I told you Mr. Moriarty wouldn't bring Mrs. Slytherin."

"Tch, Blanche, you still don't understand him at all."

Moriarty heard Jericho and Lilith's voices, and then saw three people walking towards them.

Jericho and his girlfriend Helena.

And, Lilith.

Jericho and Helena were both dressed to the nines.

Lilith is different.

She wore a lemon-colored cropped V-neck t-shirt and light blue jeans that hugged her long, slender legs.

Moriarty was impressed.

"You really don't give me any face at all."

Moriarty stepped forward and circled around Lilith.

Every wizard in Malfoy Manor was dressed in their finest attire.

Only Lilith, dressed like a Muggle girl, clearly showed no respect for Lucius and Mrs. Sabine.

I don't know who she's targeting.

Seemingly sensing Moriarty's thoughts, Lilith casually said, "Lady Sabine invited the Pilivik family to her first seven weddings, and I didn't attend. This time, she invited my family again, and I came. I think she should know now that she doesn't have my respect."

Moriarty smiled and shook his head. "You know what? People will say you're ill-mannered, and that the Pilivik family is impolite."

Lilith flicked her loose curly hair. "Ha, let them talk. When I'm powerful enough, I'll naturally have the right to do as I please."

Moriarty didn't dwell on the topic, but instead looked Lilith up and down.

Although dressed casually, she was clearly dressed up carefully.

Her long, golden hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, some of it hanging down, and her fair face was framed by a pair of bright, charming eyes.

With striking features, a high nose bridge, and rosy lips, every gesture exudes an air of poise and elegance.

Her bright and clean clothes exuded youthful charm, and the little girl had already developed a captivating figure.

She's so much prettier than the innocent little girl I saw in Shengbosalan three years ago.

Lilith leaned close to Moriarty's ear, her eyes seemingly alluring: "What's wrong, are you mesmerized?"

Moriarty looked away, then changed the subject: "What were you talking about just now?"

“We were just making a bet,” Jericho explained. “The young lady said you would bring Mrs. Slytherin. I said no.”

He glanced at Lilith smugly: "See, I won. The master would never be rude; the Slytherin family values ​​etiquette the most."

Moriarty asked Lilith, amused, "What makes you think I would bring Narcissa?"

Lilith's eyes crinkled with amusement as she whispered, "Don't I know you? Man! Bringing Narcissa along makes it even more exciting, doesn't it?"

Moriarty was speechless, because Lilith was right; it was indeed very exciting.

Hibiscus arrived carrying two small trays of fruit, and the four of them started chatting about Christmas.

About twenty minutes later, Fudge arrived last, which meant that all the guests had arrived.

(End of this chapter)