The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 520 What is your identity and what is my status!

"Are you ready?"

Moriarty extended an arm to Lilith.

Lilith crossed her arms, raised her head slightly, and adopted an elegant and dignified demeanor.

"let's go."

The two walked into the villa together.

The room was covered with mahogany flooring, and boots made a "tap, tap, tap" sound when stepped on.

However, it went unnoticed.

The room was noisy, like a party.

However, everyone is doing their own thing.

There are all sorts of people here:

An elderly man with white hair and beard.

A dwarf completely shrouded in a black cloak.

Dark-skinned guys.

Ladyboys whose gender is indistinguishable.

A wizard whose face is tattooed with mysterious symbols.

A sexy and charming woman.

An old witch with wrinkled skin.

……

However, they all share a common characteristic.

They all wore masks.

In a corner, a pair of female effeminate figures dance, holding wine glasses and dressed provocatively.

In another corner sat a giant.

Just sitting down already makes him taller than everyone else.

Fortunately, the roof of this house is very high.

Magic has been cast on the ceiling.

If you look up, you can see the twinkling stars.

"Those are all real."

Moriarty noticed Lilith watching and whispered.

"Yes, just like the ceiling of the Great Hall at Hogwarts."

Lilith surveyed the various wizards in her gaze.

"There are all kinds of people here."

"From now on, whenever there is insufficient evidence, I will come here to find evidence, and I will always find the right one."

"Haha," Moriarty said with a faint smile, "First, you need to have an informant."

"Oh?" Lilith raised an eyebrow. "Do you have an informant?"

"No," Moriarty said casually, "nor is it necessary."

"Tch~"

Their conversation, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, attracted the attention of some observant individuals.

A bald male wizard with green eyes walked over.

He held up his wine glass and said to Lilith, "May I buy you a drink?"

"Can't you see I have a companion?"

Lilith glanced at him as if he were a paramecium.

"Heh heh heh," the wizard glanced at Moriarty and chuckled, "A new face, huh?"

"I'm looking for someone here who can make decisions."

"Moriarty said loudly."

Everyone looked at him.

"I've heard you're incredibly powerful, so I've come to issue a task."

Moriarty continued.

His calm and composed tone carried an air of unquestionable authority.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, whether they were drinking, eating, or chatting, and stared at Moriarty.

No one believed that Moriarty, who remained calm and composed, was exaggerating.

"Having found this place, you are undoubtedly qualified to issue missions."

A deep voice rang out from the crowd.

A tall, imposing wizard with a high nose stepped forward and waved to Moriarty.

"Come, Mr. Mitarch wants to see you."

"No matter what the mission is, you can talk to him."

Moriarty and Lilith exchanged a glance and followed.

The house returned to its previous lively atmosphere.

High-nosed man led Moriarty and the other man into another room.

There were more people here, and Moriarty spotted a few fairies.

After silently repeating "Mitachi" a few times, Moriarty had a bad feeling.

The head here might be a demon.

Moriarty squeezed Lilith's fingers.

Soft and warm.

It has an excellent tactile feel.

"..." Lilith looked at Moriarty strangely.

Moriarty, without blushing, controlled the little red snake on Lilith's waist and said, "Get ready to act."

The purpose was to relay a message; the hand-clamping was a reminder.

Lilith quietly made her preparations.

"We've arrived, sir/madam. Please have a seat."

The high bridge of his nose turned into two armchairs.

Moriarty and Lilith sat down and got a good look at the guy opposite them.

"Mitarch..."

Moriarty thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

She was a burly fairy.

His head is as big as a basketball.

He wore a white shirt, black leather shoes, and a tie. If you replaced his pointed ears and long nose with a human head, he would look like a gang leader.

"The grey wizards of England... their leader is a goblin."

Moriarty spoke in a contemptuous tone, his back ramrod straight, head held high, eyes downcast, looking down at the world.

He adopted the demeanor of a noble wizard who considered himself a pure-blooded being.

Although it was a disguise, it also carried some personal emotion.

Slytherins hate goblins!

Mitarch remained calm, unfazed by Moriarty's words.

He took out a cigar and started smoking.

"I heard you have a big deal to make. Tell me about it."

"I'm looking for a griffin," Moriarty said without hesitation.

Mitarch was clearly stunned.

The hand that was smoking the cigar paused for a moment.

Moriarty observed his expression and deduced that the guy knew something.

"call…"

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Mitachi returned to normal.

Lilith smelled the pungent smoke, flicked her index finger, and the smoke drifted away in the direction she was pointing.

"Griffins have become extinct."

Mitarch simply stopped smoking.

"Extinct?" Moriarty's tone changed. "Then where did they go?"

"He went to heaven."

A chill ran through Mitchell's purple eyes.

Moriarty met its gaze but did not attempt to use Legilimency, for the fairy possessed a considerable amount of magic.

"You mean the golden griffin, right?"

Moriarty waved his hand dismissively.

"Don't try to fool me with myths and legends, I want a live griffin."

"Here's some money, lots and lots of money."

"Fairies are greedy, aren't they? I'll give you more wealth than Gringotts can offer!"

Mitarch's eyes narrowed, and he instinctively said, "How can I believe you?"

Moriarty pulled out the Black Griffin emblem.

Press your index finger on it.

He gently pushed it in front of Mitarch.

Do you know him?

Moriarty curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

"Gamp".

"The leader of the Ministry of Magic."

Mitarch's eyes were bigger than eggs.

It stretched its neck and greedily scanned the top of the black griffin emblem.

Several fairies were also attracted to the room.

He stood behind Mitachi, staring intently.

Lilith couldn't help but laugh.

She already knew what Moriarty was planning.

Tonight, Gamp may lose something.

That's terrible.

Moriarty is such a wicked guy.

"Ding ding~"

Moriarty taps the family crest.

He said with disgust, "You little devil, your eyes are practically popping out of their sockets."

"And you all—"

He glanced disapprovingly at the fairies around him.

"Wipe your drool!"

"You are well aware of the value of the Black Griffin emblem."

A touch of pride appropriately appeared on Moriarty's face.

"Tell Gamp the whereabouts of the griffin."

"Okay, okay."

Mitarch composed himself and swallowed hard.

He took a deep breath and said, "The golden griffin is truly extinct."

"Legend has it that the last golden griffin was stained with the blood of a dragon that spewed thunder, and it turned into a black griffin."

"In the fairy's records, there is a black griffin that was last seen in Brazil!"

Brazil!

South America?

Moriarty and Lilith had different thoughts.

Moriarty thought to himself: Isn't South America Professor Polly's homeland?

She said that the centaurs tracked down an immortal member in South America, the Fairy King.

The Fairy King and Gamp are both members of the Immortal Organization, so it's possible that Gamp placed the Black Griffin in South America.

And since Mitarch is a fairy, it's normal that he found out.

At that moment, Moriarty believed Mitarch's explanation.

Lilith, on the other hand, was thinking about the magic school in Brazil.

Castrobushe.

Lilith had a pen pal at that school.

Both were preoccupied with their own thoughts, and the foolish fairy was unaware that he had revealed the Black Griffin's secret.

They were still anxiously awaiting Moriarty's reply.

But when he saw Moriarty's shifty eyes, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Wait, wait..."

Mitarch realized what was happening, and his voice changed.

"Aren't you a member of the Gamp family?"

Why don't you know the legend of the Black Griffin?

Mitarch stood up abruptly.

"Take off!"

The chair was bumped.

Moriarty and Lilith were prepared, and the little red snake shot out like an arrow.

It pierced the neck of a fairy who had surrounded them.

"Bang!"

Moriarty slammed his hand on the wooden armrest of the chair.

"I am an ancestor of Yurik Gamp!"

"What is your status, and what is my position?"

"How dare you question my identity?"

"I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

Moriarty jumped up from his chair, raised his fist the size of a sandbag, and aimed it at Mitarch's face.

It slammed down hard.

Mitarch was surprised when Moriarty suddenly attacked him during their pleasant conversation.

Before he could react, all he could see was a fist the size of a sandbag.

Getting closer!

"Bang!"

A fist print appeared on Mit Archie's basketball-like face!

His entire face was dented from the blow!

"Thump!"

The poor fairy collapsed, powerless.

The room immediately descended into chaos.

"Catch that wizard!"

Amidst the chaos, a fairy shouted.

Moriarty had already Apparated with Lilith and made a hasty escape.

(Today's update includes a bonus chapter, Chapter 6, for the Alliance Leader.)

(End of this chapter)