The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 505 Suppressing Moriarty!

After a moment of astonishment, Justus Pilivik's expression changed drastically.

After carefully examining Yurik Gamp, old Pilivik came to an unbelievable conclusion.

"Minister, Minister..."

Old Pilivik's eyes were unfocused, and his body swayed as if he were about to faint at any moment.

Having navigated the European political scene for thirty years, he's seen it all.

But today.

Old Pilivik was terrified!

Yurik Gamp, who should have been dead for two hundred years, reappeared in front of him!

Scenes from that year flashed through my mind like movie clips.

Knowing that the visitor was a kind-faced but ruthless fellow, old Pilivik decisively chose to follow his heart.

"Minister! Congratulations on your resurrection, Minister!"

Old Pilivik quickly bent down and knelt on one knee.

They showed no regard for their image.

At over 100 years old, he performs these movements with perfect ease.

If the wizards of the Ministry of Magic were to see this...

You'll be very surprised.

They then concluded that old Pilivik was under a Soul Reaper's Curse!

Justus Pilivik, the leader of the powerful family whose mere stomp could make the Ministry of Magic tremble, was unhesitatingly obsequious.

Little did he know that old Pilivik was roaring inwardly, "That old guy has actually come back!!!"

When Gamp retired, people said he was dead, but old Pilivik thought Gamp was still alive.

Now... just as I expected!

I just don't know what Gamp will do next.

Countless thoughts flashed through old Pilivik's mind.

"That's it! It's the Crouch family! Back then, the Crouch family were staunch supporters of Gump."

Old Pilivik understood.

At the same time, I am also very fortunate.

"Fortunately, I kicked Lilith out and sent my son and his wife to China."

"Gamp is dissatisfied with Lilith, but he can't do anything about the family."

"As for me, I was once a member of Gamp's group. Given Gamp's personality, he wouldn't harm me."

The shrewd old Pilivik had planned everything out and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he expected.

Gamp wandered around the villa casually, glancing at the decorations on the walls as he asked old Pilivik a question.

"Get up and tell me, what's the story behind the Crouch family?"

Old Pilivik forced a smile: "My granddaughter's all grown up now, I can't take care of her anymore."

"Hehe," Ganpugan chuckled a few times, gently patting old Pilivik on the shoulder, "Little Jia, you're still as cunning as ever."

"I told your father back then that you would inherit my rights in the future."

"The family's power originated with me, and then it was handed over to you. You have not let me down."

"But you mishandled the Crouch family."

Old Pilivik did not refute this, nodding and saying, "I admit that I neglected to discipline Lilith—I originally intended to wait until she was older before revealing some things to her."

"So? Let your son handle this." Gamp said softly, but his tone left no room for argument.

"He was angered by Lilith, and not long ago he went on a trip to China with his wife," old Pilivik said calmly, though he was already laughing inside.

"...Hmm, China..."

Gamp was silent for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "As expected of you, Little Jia."

"Your granddaughter was kicked out of the house, and your son and his wife ran away to China. Even though you don't know what the future holds, you're making preparations in advance. That's your usual style."

Gamp gave old Pilivik an approving look.

He then turned and walked to the window, staring at the garden below, where flowers were in full bloom, like the Garden of Eden.

"It is precisely because of your style that the ruling family has remained strong and prosperous even more than two hundred years after I disappeared."

"I want to thank you, Xiao Jia."

Old Pilivik immediately said, "You are the one who started the family's power; you will always be my minister."

Gamp's triangular eyes drooped slightly. "But my Ministry of Magic is being devoured by two children."

"The Pillivic family is like the Crouch family, a community of interests that follows me. I can ignore little Pillivic."

"But Moriarty Slytherin?"

He chuckled softly, and old Pilivik immediately replied, "Minister, I know what to do."

"That's what I like about you, clever little Jap." Gump turned around. "Well then, I'll go see the head of the Crouch family. What's his name?"

"Barty Crouch," old Pilivik said, "given his life so far, he doesn't know you."

Old Barty spent the first half of his life either seeking pleasure or on his way to seeking pleasure.

Grindelwald's arrival forced Barty to embark on a political career.

Then, relying on his family connections, he quickly rose through the ranks.

As for the rest of his life, if it weren't for Gampo, he probably would have spent his whole life in prison.

Such a wizard, Gump's impression of him, was limited to what he had learned in the history of magic classes.

Gamp also thought of this, and he scratched his long silver hair by his ear with some annoyance.

"Does he still have that book at home?"

"I'll let him see for himself."

The "book" that Gamp mentioned is a record of an ancient family that lived on Earth a very long time ago.

It was written by Gamp, so every wizard who followed him had a copy.

The Pilivik family also has a copy.

A day ago, old Pilivik threw it to Lilith.

"Hopefully Lilith will give the book to Moriarty. That way, at least he won't lose too badly."

Old Pilivik thought to himself, but said outwardly, "Well... if he hadn't sold it or destroyed it when his son went mad, the book would still be there."

Gamp frowned slightly; he hadn't expected the Crouch family to be in such a state of chaos.

I need to hurry up and see Old Barty.

Old Pilivik respectfully saw Gamp off, and watching a flash of black light, he smiled with satisfaction.

Even a little bit of trouble for Old Batistuta is enough.

Since the two families have already fallen out, old Pilivik would be unworthy of the word "cunning" if he didn't do something.

"well--"

He sighed deeply and walked to his desk.

Gamp's orders could not be ignored.

He was going to write letters to all the powerful families.

"The same way we made an agreement is how I'm abandoning you now."

"They praised you back then, and now they're trampling on you."

"Moriarty Slytherin".

"You must hang in there!"

After writing a few letters, old Pilivik could no longer continue.

He tossed the quill pen aside.

"Clatter".

fall to the ground.

A conflicted look appeared in old Pilivik's eyes.

He had high hopes for Moriarty. Three years ago, when Moriarty visited him, he was convinced that Moriarty would reach an unparalleled height.

Besides, old Pilivik had seen his granddaughter's feelings for someone else.

Old Pilivik was really unwilling to suppress Moriarty.

In fact, according to Gamp's subtext, he wanted to kill Moriarty!

Old Pilivik couldn't bring himself to do it.

"How can we accomplish Gamp's mission while also leaving Moriarty room to survive?"

Is there any room for maneuver here?

Old Pilivik began racking his brains to devise a plan.

Gamp has already arrived in Azkaban.

No one knows that when Azkaban was built, Gamp secretly left the Black Griffin emblem here.

It was carved underground in Azkaban.

Using the Black Griffin sigil, Gamp easily entered Azkaban and learned the location of Barty the Elder's prison from the Aurors' minds.

Then it flew over and, through the prison cell, looked down at old Barty, who was huddled in a corner.

(End of this chapter)