The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 476 Hermione Wants Milk

Christmas has passed, and the young wizards are once again heading back to Hogwarts. On the Hogwarts Train, the returning wizards discover that there are two more Aurors on board.

This reminded the young wizards of this unusual Christmas.

Azkaban escaped from prison by Death Eaters!

The wizarding world in England is no longer safe!

The Aurors patrolled the carriage corridor, and the observant young wizard noticed that two of them had obsidian badges pinned to their collars.

It has the word "NB" embroidered on it, and it's shiny.

Moriarty and his girl occupied a school board carriage.

Zhang Qiu saw the badge, his eyes widened, and he blurted out, "NB? Awesome!?"

Moriarty and Penelope laughed heartily.

Moriarty naturally understood what Zhang Qiu meant; anyone who saw NB would think it was awesome.

Penelope learned a lot of Chinese from Zhang Qiu and also understood it.

Their laughter puzzled Tonks and Violet, who cast curious glances at them.

Lilith isn't here; she and Gemma went to a meeting with members of the Justice Law group.

"NB, short for NO BLACK, the anti-black squad." Moriarty patted Zhang Qiu's head under her black hair and said with a smile.

"Oh~" Zhang Qiu's pink lips turned into an "O" shape, looking charming and cute.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Lockhart is indeed a responsible and good official; he took action so quickly." Penelope flipped through the newspaper in her hand.

That publication featured Lockhart's latest news.

"Captain Lockhart equipped the anti-crime team with a batch of sophisticated alchemical tools and modified items..."

Under Moriarty's instructions, Lockhart acted swiftly.

"In a few days, we'll have results in cracking down on the Death Eaters." Moriarty's gaze fell through the car window onto the distant mountains and fields, appearing particularly deep.

Tonks, Violet, Penelope, and Cho all turned their gazes to Moriarty's profile, looking at him with infatuation and love.

"Meow~"

Sophie the white cat flicked the tip of her tail and casually licked her paws.

Moriarty raised his eyes: "Sophie, you seem very agitated..."

Then, as if pondering something, she said, "Is it my period?"

The four girls giggled, while Sophie let out a disgruntled meow: "No way! Would I, the princess, have that period? Even Master Violet doesn't have one!"

"Oh dear," Violet exclaimed, blushing deeply, "Don't drag me into this."

"Ahem," Tonks asked Moriarty seriously, "You naughty junior, I'd really like to know when you started memorizing our menstrual cycles?"

"Well..." Moriarty hesitated for a moment, then opened his arms and pulled the four women into his embrace, rubbing his chin against the tops of their heads: "Probably around the time you fell in love with me."

"Mmm~" The girls' voices were more alluring than the last.

Sophie watched all this without saying a word, only a fleeting look of worry crossed her eyes.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Just as Moriarty was about to kiss and touch her, Marcus knocked on the door.

"Sir, Abbott Hannah and Hermione Granger are looking for you."

Moriarty remained silent, but Tonks spoke first, annoyed that her plans had been ruined: "What are those two little first-year kids doing here?"

Penelope added, "Without a doubt, they're here to see Moriarty."

Zhang Qiu looked at Moriarty with a resentful expression: "Huh? You were so quick!"

Tonks said with a knowing look, "Granger is a good student; she was dragged here by Hannah. That little girl Hannah is definitely not going anywhere; someone might have already succeeded! Humph, weird senior!"

Moriarty remained calm and pursed his lips.

Anyway, Tonks was wrong, no, he said it backwards.

I would never lay a hand on a first-grade girl; I would never lay a hand on a first-grade girl in my entire life.

However, the first-year girl who turned into a catgirl is not included in this category.

"I'll go check on them; perhaps they've come to ask me about the Auror." Moriarty released the women and walked out calmly.

As soon as I stepped outside, I saw Hannah smiling sweetly: "Senior Moriarty~"

Hermione, standing a step behind, caught a glimpse of Moriarty and her eyes lit up with a spark, which she quickly suppressed before saying calmly, "Hello, senior."

Moriarty nodded to them and asked what they wanted.

Hannah said she was just saying hello and nothing was wrong.

Hermione's large eyes swept over Moriarty a few times before she softly asked, "I'd like to know if there's a dining car on the Express?"

"The dining car?" Hannah asked innocently. "Hermione, are you hungry? Didn't the old lady selling snacks just come to our carriage? You didn't buy anything."

"Um…"

Hermione's face flushed red; she'd been exposed!

She, who was always so talkative in class, panicked this time. She wasn't hungry, of course; she just wanted to find a quiet place to...

Hermione glanced at Moriarty furtively, then quickly looked away, trying to remember something and say something to smooth things over.

"Is it because you don't like the magical snacks?"

At the crucial moment, Moriarty spoke gently.

Hermione nodded, as if hearing heavenly music: "Yes, yes, I can't stand those weird and wonderful snacks."

Hannah suddenly realized, "Oh, is that so? Actually, I don't really like eating them either, cockroach swarms, Bibi Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans..."

The innocent and carefree Hannah went on and on about snacks, while Hermione looked at Hannah with some helplessness, realizing that wasn't what she meant at all!

She stared intently at Moriarty, hoping he would understand her true thoughts.

But Hermione's words were too cryptic. Moriarty assumed Hermione was hungry and asked with concern, "What would you like to eat? Perhaps Cho Chang's bag has some Muggle food that she likes."

Hermione's face flushed red again, as if she had thought of something.

She curled her fingers so tightly that her nails dug into her palms, lowered her head, and dared not look Moriarty in the eye. She whispered, "Then...then give me some milk."

"milk?"

Moriarty paused, then blinked at Hermione's shy and timid gaze, recalling the scene of the catgirl swallowing it down in large gulps last time.

"No way?"

"Did you break it?"

Moriarty looked Hermione up and down. Was she addicted to the drink?

Feeling Moriarty's gaze, Hermione was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground.

After finishing the milk last time, Hermione found it incredibly delicious and left her wanting more.

The key is the large quantity.

Drink it once in the morning to fill your stomach, so you don't need to eat breakfast or lunch. You'll only get hungry in the evening.

"Now he must have realized it, oh Granger, how could you say something like that!"

Hermione was both ashamed and anxious, and she cursed herself countless times in her heart.

Seeing her head bowed in silence, Moriarty thought for a moment and said, "Granger, you're still growing, and you shouldn't drink milk from unknown sources too often."

"Yes, yes!" Hannah nodded. "That's what my mother said too."

Hermione slowly nodded her little head, her fluffy brown hair bobbing up and down.

He thought to himself, "So, that means I can drink it when I grow up?"

Moriarty noticed that Hermione's hair had become much smoother, possibly because Hermione had used her mother's hair conditioner.

"So, senior, shall we go?"

Hermione grabbed Hannah and ran away as if fleeing.

Moriarty watched their retreating figures, shook his head, and returned to his private room.

After a while, Lilith and Gemma arrived.

They discussed with Moriarty some steps regarding the establishment of a mutual aid foundation and details on promoting insurance.

They were discussing things for almost the entire journey.

As they approached the station, Lilith stretched and said, "Alright, everything's planned. I'll send Percy to carry it out."

Moriarty stared intently at Lilith, his eyes sharp; Lilith was different now.

grown up.

She's no longer that little bean sprout from the hotel in Athens in first grade.

Lilith noticed Moriarty's gaze and asked in surprise, "What are you looking at?"

Moriarty, of course, would not admit it, and the others didn't care either.

Gemma pondered, "We need to find Percy as soon as possible. Angelina from Gryffindor said he's been very busy lately, not only with his studies but also with disciplining his brother Ron—Angelina heard this from the Weasley twins."

"Having too many family members isn't good; it seems like there aren't any secrets left," Tonks remarked.

"What's wrong with having more people?" Moriarty grabbed Tonks' waist and said, "I won't let you go until you've given me a thousand or eight hundred children!"

"Ah!!!" Tonks feigned extreme terror, determined to escape Moriarty's clutches.

"Stop fooling around!"

Lilith stood up and stomped her foot on the floor.

Zhang Qiu asked curiously, "There's a 6mm thick carpet on the floor, how did you make that noise...?"

She quickly became unable to continue speaking as Lilith stared at her.

Lilith crossed her arms and looked at each person in the carriage, making eye contact with them one by one. She exuded a serious aura that made the women dare not cause any more trouble.

Then Lilith said to Moriarty, "I suggest you keep an eye on Ron. He wasn't home on the day of the Azkaban breakout! Percy disciplined Ron because of that."

"Even though Ron has already been beaten up by Mrs. Weasley," Gemma added.

Moriarty frowned slightly: "Okay, I'll keep an eye on him, I will."

Upon arriving at Hogwarts, Dumbledore briefly discussed the Death Eaters before they began their meal.

Around midnight, a small figure slipped out of the Ravenclaw common room.

She quietly ran to the girls' restroom on the third floor, found the cat potion ingredients and cauldron she had left behind last time, and started brewing them.

"Use your brain, Jane!" she muttered to herself, as if she could see Moriarty's face in the potion in the cauldron. "No one can stop me from drinking milk!"

(Have a great weekend! Even though some people don't get a day off.)

(End of this chapter)