The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Astoria Greengrass concealed the determination in her eyes well. Ten minutes passed, and Knight Lancelot, having rested, returned to the dueling arena.

"Mr. Moriarty, where is your sword?"

Knight Lancelot frowned slightly as he looked at Moriarty, whose hands were empty.

As time went by, knightly duels became simpler and more streamlined, to the point that if a sword wasn't used, then it was meaningless.

Lancelot's meaning was very clear: Moriarty would not be able to participate in the duel if he did not use a sword.

From the crowd, Fleur drew her own sword and tossed it to Moriarty: "Use mine, catch!"

"Snapped!"

The sword fell into Moriarty's hands. Moriarty looked it over from head to toe. It was a lady's rapier, with a small blade.

After Lancelot became the headmaster of Beauxbatons, he laid down a knight's sword for each student.

Under the nurturing care of the hibiscus, the sword emitted a delicate fragrance.

Furong shouted loudly, "Moriati, go for it!"

Seeing this, Lilith's face darkened. She also wanted to give Moriarty a knight's sword, but she didn't have one and fell behind Fleur.

Unbeknownst to Lilith, the Sorting Hat in the Headmaster's office sensed her yearning for the sword and flew away through the window.

On the field, the bright blade of the sword reflected Moriarty's star-like eyes.

Moriarty brandished his sword, pointing it towards the sky.

"Whoosh!"

"Sir Lancelot, in the name of Slytherin, I challenge you."

Moriarty's deep voice carried to every corner of the crowd, and everyone saw his solemn expression.

Gump became serious. Moriarty's use of the Slytherin family name indicated that he was getting serious.

Gamp was ready to rescue Lancelot.

As Moriarty's rival, Lancelot knew better than anyone how powerful Moriarty was.

Although Hibiscus's knight's sword was an ordinary sword, in Moriarty's hands, it gave her the illusion that it possessed the power to cleave the heavens and shatter the earth.

Lancelot bit his tongue, perked up, and met Moriarty's gaze.

Seeing that the two were ready, Gamp shouted, "The duel begins!"

Knight Lancelot struck first, his left wand shooting out beams of magical light.

"Disarm you!"

"The ground is cracking!"

"This is misleading!"

A little trick: triple casting.

Moriarty tilted his head slightly, and the disarming spell missed.

A large crack appeared in the ground beneath their feet, and Moriarty flicked his finger, instantly creating a water dragon bullet.

Moriarty stood on the rising water tap, looking down at Lancelot below.

"Oh? It's gone."

Lancelot, who should have been standing on the ground, had vanished. Moriarty suddenly realized, "You used the Confusion Charm to hide yourself."

"That's right!"

"You can't rely on magic to deal with you."

Lancelot's sharp shout rang out behind Moriarty.

She is on the same level as Moriarty.

Standing on a huge round table, a simple yellow magic circle slowly rotates on the table.

Lancelot gripped the sword firmly with both hands and moved at high speed across the round table, creating 12 afterimages of knights.

Moriarty recognized the knights. "The Twelve Knights of the Round Table from back then! You really did hold back against Lionheart."

"This is the trump card I prepared to defeat you!" Knight Lancelot maintained his charge, as did the 12 afterimages of his knights.

The round table, like a flying saucer, carried her hurtling toward Moriarty at breakneck speed!

People saw golden light flowing across the round table, with 13 colorful pillars of light shining on it.

Bathed in the radiant light, Lancelot wielded his sword with incredible speed, unleashing powerful sword energy that struck the air with sonic booms that echoed across the sky.

Lionheart, who had already left, stood by the Black Lake with wide eyes, realizing that Lancelot had shown mercy earlier.

In just a few seconds, Moriarty had already figured out the principle behind Lancelot's killing move.

The magic circle maintains the afterimages of the Knights of the Round Table, and what unites their power is Lancelot's chivalrous spirit.

That rapier is the embodiment of Lancelot's chivalrous spirit.

"Using magic spells as a smokescreen to conceal true intentions."

"You think you can defeat me with chivalry?"

"On the contrary, it made me even more curious about the long-standing feud between Lancelot and King Arthur."

Faced with immense danger, Moriarty remained calm and composed, instead becoming more curious.

As he spoke, Moriarty gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, instantly covering the blade with a layer of ice.

At Moriarty's current level, water elemental magic was completely at his command.

Standing atop the water dragon, Moriarty raised his ice sword and slashed it down at Lancelot.

As the two drew near, a bone-chilling cold seeped into Lancelot's body.

Starting with his limbs, Lancelot was gradually frozen.

Not only his body, but Lancelot's soul was also impacted by the icy cold current, instantly becoming vulnerable.

Gamp also sensed it; the dark elemental magic within him seemed to have spotted a delicious feast and was itching to devour it.

"Ding~"

Moriarty's ice sword clashed with Lancelot's knight's sword.

This instantly awakened Lancelot, igniting the fighting spirit within his blood.

"Paladin, strike!"

The 12 afterimages of knights on the round table erupted with dazzling divine light.

They seemed to come back to life, brandishing their swords at Moriarty, including Lancelot, an ancestor from the same generation as King Arthur.

Facing 12 swords, Moriarty parried with his own sword, creating a glacial river in the process.

As if the pause button had been pressed, the glacier and the great river flowed abruptly yet naturally.

Across the glacier, Moriarty saw his ancestor Lancelot looking at him with a strange gaze.

The other Knights of the Round Table showed no unusual behavior, continuing to charge against the glacier under Lancelot's chivalrous spirit.

The crowd erupted in cheers one after another; they were already used to Moriarty creating catastrophic magic at will.

Gamp and Larpo silently calculated their chances of defeating Moriarty.

Lancelot's knightly duel was originally Gamp's idea to test Moriarty's physical abilities.

Because Gampo couldn't wield a sword or a spear, had poor physical fitness, and lacked dark elemental magic, he was just a bald, fat old man.

Now that we've seen Moriarty's exceptional skill, this duel should end.

Gamp raised his fist, thinking, "The duel is over. Please, both of you, stop the fight."

Lancelot was already on the verge of collapse, so he quickly dismissed the Knights of the Round Table and lay down on the round table to rest.

Moriarty didn't stop him; Lancelot was still the principal in name only, and he couldn't do anything in front of the teachers and students.

He kept his eyes fixed on the ancestor Lancelot and noticed that the knight who claimed to have given King Arthur a hat glanced in the direction of Lionheart as he vanished.

I wonder if Lionheart noticed.

Besides Moriarty, Astoria also noticed this.

Moriarty descended from the sky, and Gamp, with a smile on his face, said:

"Excellent, excellent, Mr. Moriarty. I don't think any of the three schools will have a higher score than you in the Knight Lancelot's test."

"Mr. Gamp is truly very fair," Moriarty said, feigning politeness. "Your fairness is the guarantee for the success of the Triwizard Tournament."

Gamp wanted to say a few more words; he was a true politician, and when it came to talking, he was never afraid of anyone.

But Jericho interrupted, "The next duelist is none other than yours truly, Grandpa Jericho!"

"I swear I've come up with a new idea, an idea that could change the rules of knightly duels!"

Jericho thumped his chest and declared, "Perhaps centuries from now, my name will appear in the history of magic—Jellico Blanche: a world-class Quidditch superstar and an innovator of knightly duels!"

Gamp's lips curled into a long smile as he said indifferently, "You'll have to wait a bit; Knight Lancelot needs to rest."

After saying that, Gamp turned and left.

According to the analysis of Gamp's faction, Jericho belongs to the type of person who is "a pillar when things are going well, but a troublemaker when things are not."

Judging from Jericho's appearance, Gamp always felt that he had ill intentions.

"What kind of wicked idea do you have now?" Moriarty asked Jericho. "Tell me if you have one, and I'll help you improve it."

"Hehehehehe." Jericho and Moriarty exchanged a glance and burst into a wicked laugh.

"Huh? Where's Lilith?"

Moriarty walked back into the crowd and found that only Fleur and Krum remained in the same spot, while Lilith was nowhere to be seen.

"Strange, it was just here a moment ago." Furong opened her eyes wide, looking puzzled.

The goddess's adorable appearance attracted another crowd, and Moriarty stingily pulled Fleur into his arms.

Her stunning beauty vanished, snap, and the onlookers were heartbroken.

(I'm back, updates resumed. By the way, the previous chapter was 56, this chapter is 57.)