The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Jericho mobilized the Blanche family’s connections and networks in the Americas.

James Branch brought a large group of prominent wizards to the mutual aid foundation and purchased insurance.

And so, mutual aid foundations and insurance became popular in Europe and America, and Moriarty's influence once again spread throughout the world.

In the Three Brooms bar, Moriarty, Lilith, and Jericho raised their large beer mugs and clinked them together heavily.

"Cheers!"×3.

In this collaboration, the three unleashed tremendous energy in their respective fields.

Moriarty is powerful and has good ideas.

Lilith is able to mobilize the political resources of the ruling family.

Jericho represents American wizards, a new force in the magical world.

This wasn't the first time the three of them had collaborated, but this time it was the most perfect and the most profitable.

The insurance policy allowed Lilith, Jericho, and the forces behind them to amass a fortune of Gallon.

Moriarty did not take any of the wealth. Lilith, thinking of Moriarty's best interests, asked him what he wanted.

"Oh? What do I want?" Moriarty looked at Lilith meaningfully, his gaze lingering on her eyes and cheeks.

"Is that even a question? The master wants you. Uh..." Jericho let out a burp.

"Will you die if you don't talk?!" Lilith glared at Jericho, then lowered her head, thinking: I might as well do it myself~

Moriarty knew she had misunderstood and shook his head with a smile.

He wants to overthrow the fairies' control over the financial system, something he can't tell Lilith and Jericho, at least not now.

The three chatted about school for a while longer, and as it got dark, they headed back to Hogwarts.

Back in the castle, dinner had already begun. As the little snakes wondered where Moriarty had gone, Moriarty and his two companions slowly walked over.

Marcus immediately reported, "Sir, Abbothana of Hufflepuff has been looking for you several times; she seems very anxious."

"Hannah?" Moriarty asked, puzzled. "Besides Hannah, didn't Granger from Gryffindor come along?"

Moriarty asked this because Hermione was always with Hannah, and Marcus said that Hannah had come by but hadn't mentioned Hermione, which made him a little strange.

Sure enough, Marcus shook his head and said he didn't see Hermione. He asked Hannah what was wrong, but Hannah refused to reveal what had happened.

A thoughtful look flashed across Moriarty's eyes. If that's the case, then something might have happened to Hermione?

I hope she doesn't come up with something weird again!

Moriarty immediately lost his appetite. He found Hannah and asked bluntly, "Is Granger in trouble?"

Hannah nodded timidly, her eyes almost brimming with tears.

When Moriarty saw her looking around worriedly, he understood that Hannah must have something she couldn't tell him face to face.

"Come with me."

Moriarty led Hannah into the corridor, where there were no students.

"Now can you tell me what happened?"

Moriarty's tone was very gentle. Hannah's tense mood gradually relaxed.

"Moriarty, I'm so sorry," Hannah pouted, blaming herself. "This afternoon, I went to your dorm, and Violet Ventura opened the door for me. I plucked a hair from your pet cat..."

"Snapped!"

Moriarty sighed.

"You didn't give the cat hair to Hermione, did you?"

"Hmm..." Hannah stuck out her tongue, glancing furtively at Moriarty like a startled little rabbit. "I not only gave it to Hermione, but Hermione also brewed the potion last time, but now I don't know where she is..."

Hannah's voice grew softer and softer until she finally fell silent, feeling guilty.

"Huh?" Hannah reacted slowly, like a kangaroo, and asked curiously, "Why do you call Hermione by her name, senior? You never called her that before."

"Hey? Senior, don't go..."

Moriarty had already left by then, and if Hermione didn't intervene, something terrible might happen!

The compound decoction is a legitimate potion.

But this cat hair is not ordinary cat hair!

God knows what would happen if Hermione used Sophie's cat hair!

Hermione's first transformation into a catgirl was like winning the lottery; she had incredible luck.

This time, no one can guarantee that Hermione will be able to turn into a catgirl again!

Moriarty moved quickly, almost running to the girls' restroom on the third floor.

Bottles and jars were scattered all over the ground, along with a large crucible that was emitting smoke.

A smell of compound decoction wafted into Moriarty's nostrils.

But Hermione is nowhere to be seen!

Moriarty thought for a moment, then turned and ran towards his single room.

On the train, Hermione hinted that she wanted milk!

She could probably guess that the reason she didn't want to do that was because she was too young.

So Hermione used this method to make herself bigger!

"She's definitely waiting for me in her dorm room right now!"

Moriarty suddenly felt a flutter in his heart.

I wonder if Hermione has turned into a catgirl this time.

That sounds pretty exciting, hehe~

When Moriarty ran back to his dormitory, he saw that the door was ajar. He gently pushed the door open and immediately saw two people on the bed.

A blanket covered their graceful figures, but their exquisite curves were still exposed.

They were completely wrapped in blankets, with only their heads showing. One of them, with her long, flowing black hair, was naturally Violet Ventura, the little tail.

The other one has two pointed cat ears on its head, small and exquisite, and its pure white color is like snow.

Sophie stood on the table; her fur had returned to its white color. Moriarty then turned his gaze back to the cat's ears.

Now he knew that the cat ears were Hermione's.

Hermione has safely transformed into a catgirl!

"Yay!"

Moriarty cheered inwardly, rubbed his hands together, and slowly stepped forward.

"Huff...huff...huff..."

The two women's breathing deepened.

It's obvious they're pretending to be asleep!

Moriarty abruptly pulled back the covers, and the two women could no longer pretend, letting out a simultaneous, coquettish cry.

"Little Hermione?"

"No more dangerous magic experiments allowed!"

Moriarty pretended to be angry and flipped Hermione over, hitting her hard a few times.

"Meow~"

Hermione nestled in Moriarty's arms, calling out in a childish voice.

Moriarty then noticed that Hermione was larger than the catgirl she had been in last time, and was entirely white.

The cat's four paws were soft and fluffy, and its face was delicate and cute.

"Brother Moriarty, I want some milk, meow~"

Hermione whined, her four soft paws seeming to pat Moriarty's heart.

Who could stand this?

However, Moriarty stated that he was not an ordinary person.

The powerful behind-the-scenes boss, the Immortal Organization, has not been eliminated.

How can one be seduced by beauty?

He feigned anger again, scooped Violet up, and slapped her hard: "Who told you to open the door for Hannah? Huh?"

"Master~"

Violet and Hermione, the catgirl, were on either side of Moriarty, making him exclaim that he couldn't stand it.

"Hermione, do you know that your brother Moriarty didn't eat dinner because of you?" Moriarty put his arm around both of them. "How come you drank your milk first?"

"Huh?" Hermione, the catgirl, looked up, her bright cat eyes sparkling. "Brother, you eat first."

"That's more like it."

Moriarty smiled with satisfaction and began to taste it.

"Mmm, meow~"

It wasn't until late at night that the three of them finished drinking the milk.

Hermione was resting in Moriarty's arms when she suddenly heard Moriarty's serious voice.

"You can't turn into a catgirl again next time."

"Huh? Why?" Hermione pouted, clearly annoyed. "Only this way can I stay with Moriarty. Besides, my transformation time is getting longer and longer. Next time, I can do it all day long!"

Moriarty explained, "You only know how long the effects of Polyjuice Potion last, but you don't realize that magical transformation is an extremely dangerous thing! Haven't you noticed you're becoming more and more like a cat?"

"But Professor McGonagall can turn into a cat at will."

"That's because she's an Animagus! She wasn't transformed by Compound Decoction."

Hermione was stunned. Moriarty cupped her delicate face in his hands. "I love the intelligent and strong Hermione Jane Granger, not a catgirl. You don't need to transform. You can do many happy things with me when you grow up."

"Really?" Hermione's beautiful smile blossomed immediately. After receiving Moriarty's nod, she excitedly asked, "Can I call you Moriarty from now on?"

"Sure, whatever you like."

Moriarty rubbed his two lively cat ears.

It seems I've acquired yet another strange nickname.

"Yay!"

Hermione cheered and stood up, her eyes sparkling with seductive charm: "Since this is the last time I'll be a catgirl, brother won't let his catgirl go hungry, will he?"

"The older brother wouldn't want his younger sister to be malnourished and stunted, would he?"

Hermione moved closer as she spoke.

They didn't give Moriarty a single chance to refuse.

Late at night, Hermione and Violet both fell asleep contentedly, while Moriarty got up, wearing his pajamas.

He questioned Sophie: "Why did you give your cat hair to Hannah? You know Hermione wanted cat hair to become a catgirl."

Sophie witnessed the entire process firsthand. Now, licking her paws, she calmly said, "I did this so that Master Moriarty could enjoy himself perfectly, because such days won't come again for a long time."

Moriarty frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping in. He said in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

"well……"

Sophie sighed, jumped off the table, and climbed onto Moriarty's shoulder.

"On their way back to England, the Cain Brotherhood was attacked by unknown wizards, and less than ten out of a hundred survived—they were practically wiped out!"