The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 475 Modification and Insurance

The underground hall of Slytherin Castle.

The emeralds inlaid on the stone pillar emitted an eerie green light, reflecting the faces of Moriarty and Lockhart.

Lockhart looked at Moriarty with admiration.

"Young Master, your move was brilliant! Those vicious Death Eaters became my stepping stones—it's like a dream!"

Moriarty smiled slightly, with a hint of mystery in his expression.

He knew that Voldemort would eventually rescue his Death Eaters, and had long prepared a series of contingency plans.

"Although you were famous before, not many wizards had actually witnessed your strength. This time, after you've dealt with the Death Eaters, no wizard will doubt you anymore."

Moriarty has devised a comprehensive plan for Lockhart this time, which can be described as foolproof.

Not only were graduates drawn from the Hogwarts pure-blood army, but also students, led by Leon, were selected to join the Special Operations Team against the Black Organization.

Furthermore, Lockhart was commissioned to compile a new book, which, in Lockhart's area of ​​expertise, aimed to brainwash the wizards.

Most importantly, Moriarty prepared a series of modified equipment for the anti-black special operations team!

"Luke!"

Moriarty summoned his house-elf, and Luke used a levitation charm to bring three large chests.

"Open them." Moriarty waved his hand.

Luke placed the box on the ground, snapped his fingers, and the box opened, revealing the equipment inside.

"Anti-Curse Set: Anti-Curse Hat, Reflection Cloak, Invisibility Gloves"

Moriarty grabbed a hat and twirled it between his fingers.

He then walked to the second box and picked up a pair of boots from inside.

"Offensive Set: Swift Boots, Rapid Fire Umbrella, Prank Jacket."

Finally, he came to the third box, and a pocket watch flew up.

"And some smaller items: a temperature pocket watch, a light absorber, a lighter, thunderclap glasses, a magic ring, a rope cane..."

Lockhart followed Moriarty to each of the equipment boxes, blinking his blue eyes, "Young Master, what are all these good things?"

"Niccolò Flamel and I have tinkered with quite a few modified gadgets over the years."

Moriarty patted the box. "Perfect, you can use it."

"Wow!" Lockhart's eyes lit up when he heard it was from Nicolas Flamel; he almost jumped into the box. He mumbled, "What exactly are its effects?"

Moriarty patted the first box and said, "Protective suits are all defensive equipment; they cannot defend against unforgivable curses."

"The anti-curse hat is equipped with a super-strong iron armor curse, capable of withstanding 10 instances of being pulverized to pieces."

"The Reflection Cloak has a powerful reflection spell. If a spell hits the cloak, it will reflect that spell. Only three spells can be reflected. However, the cloak is wide and large enough to cover 60% of the body."

"Invisibility gloves make you invisible, and taking them off will remove the invisibility. Of course, each pair of gloves is only valid for one day, since the Disillusionment Charm also needs to be replenished with magic."

"The importance of a defensive set in dealing with the Death Eaters' curse is self-evident. Take the rest of the equipment back and study it at your leisure."

After Moriarty finished his introduction, he had Luke move the box away and pack it up so Lockhart could take it back to the Ministry of Magic when he left.

"Oh my god, oh my god, this is really..." Lockhart rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes fixed on the suit.

It was as if, in his eyes, these were not alchemical artifacts imbued with magic, but rare and precious treasures.

"Many wizards in my department can't even cast a single Ironclad Charm. If these things could be mass-produced, I dare say my department's approval rating would reach 70%!"

Lockhart patted his chest and assured him.

Moriarty chuckled, "These equipment will be prioritized for the anti-gang task force. If your anti-gang storm is successful, these equipment will be in short supply, and then..."

Lockhart understood immediately and revealed a cunning smile: "At that time, it will be another considerable fortune."

Seeing Moriarty's admiring look, Lockhart grinned and said, "When the time comes, those wizards will offer up Galleons with both hands and be grateful to me...hehehe."

"That's a good idea. All of this depends on the success of the anti-Black Storm." Moriarty became serious when he saw Lockhart's smugness.

"Understood, young master, don't worry," Lockhart said seriously. "I specially borrowed a team of Aurors from the American Magic Federation. Including the Aurors in the team, there are about 30 wizards."

"The American Magic Federation?" Moriarty raised an eyebrow. "What kind of organization is that? I've never heard of it."

"Hehehe," Lockhart licked his lips and said, "This is an organization I initiated in the Americas. The chairman of the federation is Paul Jackson of the Magical Congress of the United States, and I am their honorary advisor."

"Very good, sending you to America was the right decision." Moriarty nodded with satisfaction.

"Hehe," Lockhart chuckled, stroking his chin. "Well then, young master, shall I head back now?"

After Lockhart secretly left, Moriarty came to the hall, where Soldaya arrived.

"Sir," Soldaya rose respectfully to greet Moriarty.

"sit."

Lilith, Jericho, and Marcus were also on the sofa; they had come back from the wedding with Moriarty.

Moriarty looked at Soldaya: "Your coming here means your father has contacted your grandfather."

Soldaya nodded vigorously. "Yes, my father was one of the Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban. He is a disgrace to the Selwyn family, and I hope to get your help, sir."

"You're a member of my Hogwarts pure-blood army, so helping you is no problem," Moriarty said seriously. "But are you sure you want to go against your father?"

Soldaya pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then said solemnly, "I must get rid of his shadow. The Selwyn family cannot continue down this path."

"Then, Saul, you need to use your grandfather to send a false message to old Selwyn and lure him to Devonshire."

Without hesitation, Moriarty rattled off a plan.

Soldaya completed the first half of the plan; the second half requires Lockhart and his anti-black squad to step in.

Lockhart will lay a trap in Devon to capture old Selwyn!

Devonshire is located in southwest England.

There lived the Weasleys, Lovegoods, Fawcetts, and Diggory.

That's right, the pure-bloods living in Devonshire are not wizards of Voldemort's faction; they are close to Dumbledore.

Even if old Selwyn asks them for help, they won't help him.

Lilith was the first to realize Moriarty's intention, frowning as she asked, "You mean, some of the purebloods are becoming restless?"

"It's a Slytherin tradition to play it safe," Moriarty said with a smirk. "Some people are too self-protective; they won't easily veer to either side unless the situation is particularly clear."

Jericho also sensed something different. He pondered and said, "If those purebloods who are close to Voldemort are trying to please both sides, why do they support Lockhart in fighting the Death Eaters?"

"strength."

Moriarty smiled victoriously: "Because of strength."

"They know my wealth, they know they'll have a better life if they follow me, and I hate Voldemort."

Moriarty then changed the subject: "However, you can't guarantee they won't help the Death Eaters out of fear. After all, Voldemort kills indiscriminately, but I won't."

"I understand, so we chose Devonshire, which doesn't have such a deep connection with Voldemort, as the trap." Soldaya nodded solemnly.

"You little brat, stealing my lines," Jericho muttered.

"Then I'll go prepare now." Soldaya left with high spirits.

"Let's go too," Lilith said to Jericho, "so we don't get in the way and delay their business."

"I don't understand what you're saying," Moriarty shrugged.

"You just attended a wedding, aren't you going to take advantage of this momentum and have some fun?" Lilith smiled charmingly. "After all, you have a real Mrs. Malfoy in your family~"

"Tsk," Moriarty suddenly rushed over and shoved Lilith onto the sofa, pretending to pat her, "This joke's never going to end, is it!"

"Hmph," Lilith met Moriarty's gaze, a flirtatious glint in her eyes, "Unless you promise me one thing, I'll tease you for the rest of my life!"

"Cough cough cough cough cough!" Jericho coughed until his throat was almost hoarse. Seeing that the two of them were looking at him, he scratched his head and said, "Uh, I'll go first. You guys continue, you guys continue..."

Moriarty and Lilith then released each other, stood up, and sat back down.

Lilith fell silent, her pretty face flushing crimson.

Three minutes later, Moriarty broke the silence: "I almost forgot about the important matter."

Lilith gave a soft squeak: "You say it."

"I want your Justice Law to establish a mutual aid foundation, ostensibly to help young wizards at Hogwarts with certain financial difficulties and illnesses."

Moriarty declared confidently, "The first step is to promote an insurance policy using the Ron affair—send Percy—the girl Ron groped, Lavender Brown—she'll be the first wizard to be insured!"

"Then comes justice and the law. When you represent wizards or Muggles in court, the requirement is insurance, preferably joining a mutual aid foundation..."

Moriarty's plan was the mutual aid foundation that Lockhart had given him in 1988!

It was opposed by the pure-blood families led by Lucius, so it was never held.

This foundation is essentially dedicated to fighting fairies!

The time was ripe, and Lucius received his just deserts—not only did he die once, but his wife also…

Without the resistance from pure-blood families, it's just a matter of time before it's done.

As Moriarty's plan unfolded, Lilith's expression gradually changed.

From initially listening attentively, to her slightly agape mouth in surprise, to now her beautiful eyes lingering on Moriarty's face, unwilling to leave.

What exactly is going on in your head?

After Moriarty finished speaking, Lilith suddenly blurted out this sentence.

"Oh, I'm absolutely fascinated!" Lilith thought to herself.

Moriarty is like a treasure trove; you never know what wonderful things he holds, but when he casually throws one out, it leaves you speechless with amazement.

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