The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 490 Last Words

"Ding-dong~"

"Host has been detected to possess a sacred artifact of wind elemental magic, the Wind Conch."

"In fusion with the host's wind elemental magic..."

Moriarty felt his understanding of the wind element growing rapidly, and the advanced magic spells that were once grayed out and locked in the system shop were now becoming bright.

Without needing to spend points to redeem it, the magic brought by the Wind Conch automatically taught it even more powerful magic.

Moriarty's wind elemental magic level is also gradually increasing.

Level 50, Level 55, Level 60, Level 65...

Level 70!

After becoming a mage, he stopped.

Moriarty closed his eyes, savoring the wonderful use of the conch shell.

The sacred object obtained from the whale transformed into a small conch shell, flew to Moriarty's left ear, and became a small earring.

The shimmering pale blue earrings added a touch of sinister charm to Moriarty.

Dumbledore looked at Moriarty in astonishment. As a legendary archmage, he naturally noticed the unparalleled change that Moriarty had undergone.

Moreover, the appearance of a gentle breeze made Moriarty feel as if he were floating on clouds, and Dumbledore could no longer see through him.

Dumbledore realized long ago that he couldn't understand Moriarty.

But at that time, it was impossible to fathom Moriarty's thoughts and the unpredictability of his actions.

Furthermore, under Moriarty's powerful Occlumency and Alchemy Matrix of Protection, Legilimency not only has no effect, but will also backfire.

Now, Moriarty seems to have disappeared from the world!

Yes, that's exactly the feeling!

Dumbledore was secretly alarmed after confirming this. He had lived for over a hundred years and had seen countless powerful wizards, but none of them had given him the feeling he had today.

Little did Dumbledore know about Moriarty's path to elemental magic...

Become a god at level 100!

Moriarty is already level 70!

"brush!"

Moriarty opened his eyes and saw that the surroundings were filled with boundless wind elements.

If water is an indispensable source of life...

The element of wind is like our ears and eyes, which are everywhere!

Moriarty could unleash all his wind elemental magic whenever he wished.

The winds of the whole world will become Moriarty's eyes and ears!

The wind blew...

What I saw...

What I've heard...

Everything Moriarty saw and heard was... everything Moriarty saw.

Upon discovering this, Moriarty couldn't wait to use this ability.

Search for the remaining four elemental relics: earth, wood, thunder, and light.

Then find the members of the Immortal Organization.

However, the system issued a warning: "If the host forcibly activates the spell, the vast magical power supporting the magic will be drained from the host, and even if the host finds it, he will become a human stick."

"Never mind then, I'm not in a hurry right now," Moriarty said with a smile, then had the system draw the exploration lottery again.

"Ding-dong~ Congratulations, host, you have drawn the ability to create magic wands!"

Moriarty smiled slightly. Ollivander had once said that he had a talent for making wands, and it seemed that the old man was right.

The whale skull quickly softened, turning into a lump of bone fragments like a deflated balloon.

The book "Rich Kaka Kaka" suddenly fell apart, and the skulls on it crashed and rolled to the ground with a loud thud.

The old man's voice suddenly burst forth from a human skull, cursing, "You ruined my work! I'll tear you to pieces!"

"You have the nerve to write a book and a biography?"

"It's called research, but it's blasphemy!"

"Just because those lives you harmed and who died unjustly, do you degrade them like this?"

Moriarty sneered and kicked the skeleton away, while a ball of fire ignited at the tip of his Slytherin staff, which he then aimed at the remaining Corpse Book.

It looked like it was about to burn everything to the ground.

"Now that I've gotten what I wanted, you no longer need to exist."

Moriarty ignited the fire without hesitation.

Watching the flames crackle and pop, a sea of ​​fire quickly ignited inside the cave.

The old man's voice still rang out.

But he went too far, talking incoherently and without any logic.

Occasionally, a few skeletons and broken bones would spring up like zombies, attempting to cast spells from "Richkakaka," but they were all engulfed by the flames.

After the old man continued his incessant cursing, Dumbledore couldn't help but intervene.

"Fire Shield Protection!"

"bump!"

The Elder Wand plunged violently into the ground.

The enchanting blue flames enveloped the cave, extinguishing the sins and carnage of the past.

The old man's unwilling roar abruptly ceased only after the last fragment of bone was burned away.

No!

"Completely cleaned up!"

Moriarty snapped his fingers, clearing away the debris in the cave, but a box remained on the ground.

The box was a cube, made of some unknown material, and showed no signs of damage despite being burned by Moriarty's fire magic and Dumbledore's fire shield charm.

"The Life Box?"

Moriarty hadn't expected to receive such a big surprise—if it really was the Casket of Fate.

Because the old man's body was that of a lich, but it was clear that he had added other abilities to the foundation of a wizard.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have used the magic on Richie Kaka.

Spellbooks are used to record spells, and Moriarty had never heard of anyone being able to use the spells written in a spellbook directly!

Therefore, Moriarty couldn't be sure whether this was the old man's life box.

The box is pink, a lovely pink color, and it has a pleasant fragrance.

It once reminded Moriarty of Narcissa…

But when the box was opened, there was only a thin piece of paper, as thin as a cicada's wing.

It was covered in English.

Moriarty and Dumbledore read it aloud at the same time.

"I am Extis."

"Knowing I was about to go insane beyond saving, I wrote down my last words while I was lucid."

"My life can be summarized as being born in prison, growing up in prison, living in prison, and dying in prison."

"My mother gave birth to me in a prison cell, and I naturally grew up wildly in a prison cell as well. Later they said I had a mental illness—I had only dissected people in the prison, including my mother—but they wanted to send me to a mental hospital."

"It was called a hospital, but it was actually a prison. I spent 13 years there. I couldn't take it anymore, so I escaped."

"Fortunately, I met my master, and I followed him to England. My master provided me with everything to support my dreams, so when he said he needed a prison—"

"I did not hesitate to build a prison on an island in the North Sea. The master said the prison needed guards, so I did not hesitate to send my latest Dementor research to the prison as guards."

"Then I lived on a small island behind the prison for hundreds of years, and I wrote four great works. If they were to circulate, no one would call me crazy anymore!"

"But I don't want to do that, because today, I will become the enemy of life."

"Yes, I will live forever in prison!"

"As for my soul, no one will ever find it!"

After reading it aloud, a skull suddenly and eerily appeared at the end of the paper.

The old man's voice appeared again, uttering the only sentence that Moriarty and Dumbledore understood immediately upon hearing it.

"Dementors, I command you, from this very moment on, to disarm your guards!"

Have the Dementors broken free of their guard?

Moriarty and Dumbledore's expressions both turned grim.

The note said that Dementors were created by Extis, and the old man is saying the same thing now. The old man's identity is self-evident; he is Extis!

This is not the point.

The key question is, what to do with Azkaban?

Once the Dementors are gone, the prisoners in Azkaban...

There aren't many Aurors guarding Azkaban, and they can't possibly stop the prisoners from escaping!

Having witnessed Extis's various abilities, Moriarty and Dumbledore did not believe that this man was incapable of controlling Dementors.

On the contrary, the Dementors were absolutely obedient to Extis!

Extis created the Dementors hundreds of years ago!

He left behind such a contingency plan!

Indeed, compared to Richie Kakaka, the Dementors are nothing...

But it depends on who you're comparing it to!

Azkaban, danger!

Dumbledore had already rushed out, and his voice came back: "I'll go maintain order; you're in charge here."

Moriarty's expression was serious; bringing Dumbledore along this time was the right choice.

Only Dumbledore could keep things in order during the Dementors' rebellion!

"Then I..." Moriarty glanced at the box. The slips of paper inside had vanished automatically when Extis finished speaking, leaving only an empty box. He made his decision. "Back to Hogwarts! I hope the Flamels won't be frightened."

Although the four books on recognizing corpses were destroyed and the box was devoid of a soul, Moriarty had already memorized everything.

Furthermore, the alchemical matrix, after analysis, provided Moriarty with a direction.

Mysticism!

Extis was able to transform himself into his own enemy, rising from a mental patient to his current state through mysticism.

Moriarty needs to talk to the Lemaîtres.

(End of this chapter)