The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Larpo walked toward Moriarty, and two snakes climbed onto his shoulders.

It was the succubus of greed and the succubus of pride that injured Grindelwald.

Two snakes, one on each side, their eyes scrutinizing Moriarty.

"I have five more snakes like these," Ralpo gestured with his right hand, then said to Moriarty, "How many do you think I'll use in Dumbledore's trials?"

"It doesn't matter how many you use," Moriarty said calmly, "you can't win."

Larpo flicked his green hair at his temples. "We'll see."

With Ralph gone, the atmosphere in the Slytherin common room suddenly relaxed.

Lilith looked around and said to Moriarty, "It seems that Larpo has become a huge deterrent."

"It seems I'll have to show some of my strength then," Moriarty said with a smile to Lilith.

Hogwarts soon faced Dumbledore's test.

That morning, Dumbledore summoned all the teachers and students to the Great Hall. Everyone was there except for Grindelwald.

Gump, Fudge, and Capet were no exception; they still vividly remembered Dumbledore's words from before.

"My test may not be the most dangerous, but it is definitely the most difficult!"

Gump was also curious about what Dumbledore was up to.

"Children, today I have suspended all classes and all tasks. As you all know, yes, this is my test!"

Dumbledore stood before the four long tables and spoke in a loud voice.

"However, I don't like the word 'test,' it makes me feel constrained."

"One of the charms of the Triwizard Tournament is its unpredictability. That's why I prefer to call the challenge a game."

"My game—you can all join in and play."

As Dumbledore spoke, he raised his hands and moved his fingers like he was playing the piano, and a huge map slowly descended from the enchanted starry ceiling of Hogwarts.

From this angle, it looks like a map that fell from the sky.

Thirteen locations are marked above.

It was the very place on Krum's list!

The first empty classroom on the left side of the stairs on the third floor.

Potions classroom.

Ravenclaw Tower.

Owl hut.

library.

The Quidditch stadium players' locker room.

The sixth-floor men's washroom.

Slytherin common room.

Ravenclaw common room.

Gryffindor Common Room.

Hufflepuff Common Room.

Hagrid's cabin.

A campfire at the Forbidden Forest Horseman Tribe.

"I have hidden important information in the above places. I will recommend the student who has all the information to participate in the top three competition."

"Dumbledore announced."

"And this game has only one rule."

"From 8 a.m. today to 8 a.m. tomorrow, exactly 24 hours, is free time for the game."

"You will not have any classes or assignments during your free time; it is entirely your own time."

"Once the free time is over, if no one has found all the information, the game will enter a time-limited phase."

"During the time limit, everything remains the same: classes continue, and homework continues. Information can only be sought after class, and I will add a new piece of information every week."

"The game won't end until all the information is found."

Dumbledore's words sparked a great deal of discussion. Gump frowned and exclaimed, "Professor Dumbledore, what will happen to the Triwizard Tournament if your game doesn't end soon?"

"What to do?" Dumbledore smiled slightly, but his eyes were cold. "Then let's not do anything."

"you…"

"Mr. Gump! Ministers!" Dumbledore solemnly declared, "I am one of the designers of the Triwizard Tournament, so I can say with certainty that if the students cannot end my game, then it is certain that they have absolutely no chance of winning!"

Such a firm stance?

Gump put on a stern face and stared at Dumbledore.

"Ralpo injured Grindelwald, which angered the old man. This is troublesome."

As he pondered, Gamp hurriedly led his men away.

Seeing this, Lilith couldn't help but chuckle, whispering in Moriarty's ear, "The old bee is showing a rare bit of toughness."

Moriarty nodded in deep agreement.

"In one minute, it will be free time. I'll place an hourglass here to record the time."

Dumbledore transformed into a giant golden hourglass and placed it at his feet.

"Alright, if there are no problems, let's get started!" Dumbledore clapped his hands, looking delighted, like a child about to play a game.

"brush!"

Larpo raised his hand.

"Professor, if I'm not mistaken, the truly important information is hidden in your hourglass!"

Upon hearing this, many students seemed to suddenly understand.

"I see."

"Besides the 13 locations, the auditorium is the 14th!"

"That's Professor Dumbledore's style."

Larpo smiled; he had seen this kind of tactic countless times over the millennia.

Dumbledore is a shrewd old man, but isn't Ralph also an old monster?

"Snapped!"

Lalpo raised his hand and unleashed a burst of magic, shattering the golden hourglass.

however.

There was no information inside, only golden sand flowing out with a soft rustling sound.

An uproar ensued.

Larbo's judgment was incorrect.

Dumbledore's relaxed voice rang out: "Free time is about to begin, so don't try anything clever, Ralph. Remember to compensate me with an hourglass."

As he spoke, Dumbledore used the Restoration Charm to fix the hourglass.

Jericho burst into unrestrained laughter, while Larpo sat down with an embarrassed expression.

Just as Dumbledore was about to leave, Hades raised his hand again.

"Sir, I think this game is unfair!"

"Oh?" Dumbledore turned around.

Hades pointed at Moriarty: "He, he's a Slytherin! He comes and goes freely in this castle, and that's not fair to us."

Everyone looked at Moriarty, but Moriarty remained calm and his eyes were unwavering.

"Hades, don't give up your right to play the game just because of your surname," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"That's not what I meant!" Hades scratched his head, exclaiming urgently, "I'm the heir to the Monte family! I think this game is unfair!"

"Who says a game has to be fair?" Dumbledore retorted without backing down.

"You..." Hades choked, took a breath, and said, "Fine, fine! Then I'll kill him! Is that okay too?"

Hades pointed at Moriarty again, a murderous glint in his eyes.

"You want to kill someone just to play a game?" Dumbledore's eyes blazed with rage. "The doors of Azkaban are open to you! If you think Azkaban is too far from home, you can go to Nurmengard."

Upon hearing the names Azkaban and Nurmengard, Hades involuntarily shuddered and instantly cowered.

"I'm fine, Principal." Hades had already sat down at some point, looking embarrassed and dejected.

"Does anyone have any questions?" Dumbledore asked, looking around.

The students exclaimed in unison, "No problem, Professor Dumbledore!"

"It's just the right time," Dumbledore said, glancing at the hourglass, where a single golden grain of sand trickled down. "Free time begins!"

After saying that, he disappeared from the spot, and the other professors also disappeared one after another, as if they had already agreed beforehand.

No one cared whether the professors had used the Disillusionment Charm; all they knew was that the golden 24 hours were theirs!

A large group of people rushed off to the 13 locations.

This test is different from the previous two; it has no entry requirements and is more like an approachable game.

Therefore, everyone wants to participate.

But the next second.

At the Slytherin table, Moriarty and his group quickly walked towards Hades!

Hades noticed Moriarty's gaze. Oh no, I just pointed him out. This guy doesn't have good intentions.