The mastermind behind Hogwarts

"Moriarty! What do you want to do?"

Hades slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

However, a hint of fear lingered in his eyes, clearly indicating that he was all bark and no bite.

Moriarty was a gentlemanly nobleman, so he naturally wouldn't stoop to his level, but Jericho wouldn't tolerate him.

"Hades, you've targeted Slytherin! You won't get any information from the Slytherin common room today!"

Jericho pointed at Hades' nose, spitting almost onto Hades' face.

Hades couldn't take it anymore: "Blanche! You're a pureblood too! How rude of you!"

"Hey," Jericho struck a cowboy pose, "it's free time now, what's it to you?"

Moriarty waved to stop Jericho's verbal sparring, his deep eyes fixed on Hades.

"Oh no!"

Hades realized something was wrong the moment their eyes met.

"He can manipulate thoughts!"

moment.

Moriarty has obtained crucial information!

"Thirteen cauldrons in the potions classroom?"

"26 owls in the owl shed?"

"The Golden Snitch in the Quidditch stadium locker room?"

"Five types of tableware in the Hufflepuff common room?"

"The seven items in the Gryffindor common room?"

"A numbered unicorn feather in Hagrid's hut?"

"A campfire marked with an 'X' in the Forbidden Forest Centaur tribe?"

These are printed with Arabic numerals or English letters that Hades himself painted on.

They've hidden important information within the game!

Moriarty immediately made arrangements:

"Lilith, go to the Potions classroom."

"Jellico, go to the stadium! Since we don't know which locker room it is, go check all four locker rooms."

"Marcus, the unicorn feather is yours, as is the centaur's campfire. I know you can handle it."

"Thor, you know the badger cubs well, don't you? Find those utensils!"

"Weasleys! The Gryffindor common room is yours now."

"Percy, bring me back 26 owls."

Moriarty looked at his capable subordinates and assigned them tasks.

He then led Krum and Fleur toward the Slytherin common room!

There are 13 locations in the game where information is hidden.

Krum had already told Moriarty about the few key points he had highlighted:

In the empty classroom on the third floor, there are floor tiles with an odd number of characters printed on them!

Inside the Ravenclaw Tower, at the markers for the 26 letters of the alphabet!

Seven manuscripts in the Ravenclaw common room!

Five luxuries in the Slytherin common room!

English letters in the long restroom for boys on the sixth floor!

Thirteen magic books in the library!

Gamp's faction did not obtain this information, so in order to prevent Larpo from sending people to search, Moriarty went there himself!

"There are two key points to winning this game."

Moriarty strode forward as he addressed Krum and Fleur.

The first is the information gap.

"Why were you and Hades assigned to paint the numbers and letters respectively?"

"Dumbledore divided the information on 13 locations equally among you, meaning Ralph and I would each receive half!"

"The second is speed."

"Thirteen locations, dozens of pieces of information—it's impossible for me to have that information all by myself. I need to allocate more personnel."

"Each location needs to be assigned a wizard who can handle things independently."

"If I'm not mistaken, Larpo has already sent people to the locations Hades provided!"

at the same time.

Lilith ran into Keith outside the Potions classroom!

"Ha," Lilith scoffed, "Lalpo sent you? Ask yourself, are you even a match for me?"

Keith nodded obsequiously, but inwardly he was cursing.

He didn't want to come, but he was even more afraid of Larpo.

Not to mention, Keith had absolutely no courage when facing Lilith.

"Snap!"

The classroom door suddenly opened.

Professor Snape came out from inside.

"The prerequisite for obtaining information is to brew a potion. Miss Pirivik, Mr. Keith, put away your wands."

Lilith blinked. Oh, I see. So that's what it means. There's a gatekeeper for every level.

Keith felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and he swore he had never liked Professor Snape as much as he did at that moment!

"Professor, I'll go in first."

"No," Professor Snape said firmly, "Only thirteen people can go in at a time, no more and no less! You'll be waiting!"

Remembering that there were also 13 numbers on the crucible, Lilith understood.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

A dense group of footsteps approached.

Other students also joined in the game!

Professor Snape selected 11 students, along with Lilith and Keith, and led them into the classroom!

Lilith noticed that there was another person in the classroom.

Horace Slughorn!

A potions master like Snape.

"As you can see, all 13 cauldrons have been enchanted," Horace said.

"They can distinguish the most perfect potion from the worst."

"So the rules are simple," Horace said with a smile, "whoever can brew the most perfect potion will get the information here."

Let's begin!

A Ravenclaw prodigy asked, "Excuse me, Professor, which potion should I brew?"

"Anything is fine. Either way will do," Professor Snape said coldly. "Whether you brew the simplest Water of Life and Death or the most complex Felix Felicis, it's all acceptable. But only the most perfect one."

The top student was stunned: "But brewing complex potions takes a lot of time? What if someone else finishes brewing other potions while we're at it?"

"Now it's free time!" Horace said with a smile. "Even if you can brew a potion that brings the dead back to life, no one will bother you. But once free time is over, you'll have to go back to class."

The students understood that perfection not only refers to the quality of the potion, but also the speed of brewing, the control of time, and the details of the technique—all of these were taken into account!

That's really difficult!

The students racked their brains, trying to figure out what kind of magic potion to brew.

Lilith smiled, though.

She pointed at the crucible numbered "1" in front of her and chanted, "Clear spring water!"

The crucible instantly filled with a pool of clear water.

"Report, I've finished cooking."

Lilith smiled confidently.

Snape and Horace were stunned!

"Do you think we're blind?!" Snape snapped, realizing what was happening.

Lilith laughed and said, "Professor, water is also a potion!"

"I didn't brew it, but it's nature's magic potion, the earth's magic potion, the most perfect magic potion in the world!"

Snape and Horace were both startled!

Lilith gave Keith a triumphant smile.

"Still agonizing over whether to brew the Elixir of Life and Death or the Antidote? That's narrow-minded. You need to broaden your perspective!"

at the same time!

Quidditch pitch.

Jericho looked at Draco in front of him and asked with interest, "Did Larpo send you to stop me? He doesn't know about your relationship with Moriarty?"

"Don't mention that!" Draco jumped up like a cat with its fur standing on end, he was furious, "My name is Draco Malfoy!!!"

"Tsk tsk tsk," Jericho scoffed, "You've been used, do you even realize that?"

"Get out!" Draco said irritably.

"Fine," Jericho glared, "you little brat, who taught you that sloth roll and whirlwind charge?"

"This..." Draco immediately deflated; it was Jericho who had taught him this.

"I was grooming you to be the next Slytherin captain, and you went to Gryffindor!" Jericho patted Draco on the shoulder and said irritably, "I groomed a successor for Wood, and you turn your back on me, huh?"

"No, no, I didn't..." Draco blushed instantly.

"Then why aren't you moving aside!"

……

Outside the Hufflepuff common room.

Soldaya and Cedric stood facing each other, wands in hand!

"Sed, everyone else can go in but I can't?"

Soldaya said with great distress that he was the first to arrive, but was stopped outside by Cedric!

Cedric looked helpless: "Go away. Don't force me to lay a hand on you, Thor!"

"Are you determined to side with Gamp and oppose Mr. Moriarty?" Soldaya's face turned cold.

"If you can persuade my father..." Cedric didn't finish his sentence, but he gripped his wand tighter.

"..." Sordaya was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and cast a spell: "Expelliarmus!"

"Haha, you're still the same," Cedric said, already on guard. "You're genuinely open with me, but you're also ruthless when it comes to taking action!"

They went back and forth, and the fight began!

Where no one was watching, Abhanna peeked out...

At the same time.

Outside Hagrid's cabin.

Marcus stared intently at the figure ahead.

"Who are you?"

Marcus asked directly, because this person can command the Nifflers!

And he even has a bowbone guarding his shoulder!

This person happened to be wearing a Durmstrang school uniform.

This person is not simple!

"You must be Mr. Marcus Flint," the newcomer said with a smile. "I've read all your reports."

"Voldemort and Voldemort differ by only one letter, so why does one have a nose and the other doesn't? Let's hear what Marcus has to say!"

Marcus on the Possibility of Cerberus's Infinite Division!

Marcus on the Possibility of Cerberus's Infinite Division!

"These articles present very novel viewpoints!" the visitor said excitedly. "My grandfather often says you are an excellent magizoologist."

"Your grandfather?" Marcus frowned.

"Yes," the visitor said with a smile, "Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Rolf Scamander."

"My grandfather was Newtscamander."

"Newtscamander has also sided with Gamp?" Marcus gasped.

Among wizards who study magical creatures, there is no one who doesn't know Newt.

Then his grandson must be difficult to deal with as well.

We've met our match this time!

Marcus's face darkened: "So, you actually hid in Durmstrang. If it weren't for Professor Dumbledore's game, when would you have shown yourself?"

"Don't think of me as something so dirty," Rolf shrugged. "My grandfather and I are only interested in magical creatures and enchanted beings."

"We will not get involved in the feud between Mr. Moriarty and Mr. Gamp."

"Then let's give it a try," Marcus put down his ever-present briefcase. "I trust my partner."

"What a coincidence, me too." Rolf unbuttoned his school uniform!

Unbeknownst to them, Luna's little head was peeking out of Hagrid's hut...

At the same time, outside the Gryffindor common room.

The Greengrass sisters were stopped at the door by two portraits on the doorway.

The Fat Lady and Sir Cadogan!

"No entry without a password!"

Daphne Greengrass exclaimed angrily, "But I just saw the Weasley twins go in with my own eyes, and they didn't give a password!"

"They're from Gryffindor, are you too?" the fat lady asked, hands on her hips.

"It's free time now, everyone's playing games," Daphne tried to explain.

"I don't care," Sir Cadogan said aggressively. "No password, no entry!"

"you…"

"Never mind, sister," Daphne wanted to argue, but Astoria Greengrass stopped her, "It's perfect timing, we can go back and report now."

Daphne's eyes widened: "Wasn't it you who suggested to Lalpo that we sisters go to the Gryffindor common room?"

"Oh, it's just for show, why are you taking it so seriously?" Astoria blinked.

Daphne looked at her sister in surprise. "Okay, you've always been more opinionated than me. I'll listen to you."

"That's right," Astoria continued.

"We said the Weasley twins set up a prank, trapped us, and then lost us."

"Anyway, everyone knows they're good at playing pranks."

"What?"

Lionheart's voice suddenly rang out from behind Astoria.

He had this "I'm here, goddess!" look on his face. "Did the Weasley twins play a prank on you?"

"I'm going to go find them and apologize to you!"

Lionheart strode into the lounge!

"Ah…" Astoria was taken aback for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "This seems like an opportunity?"

Unbeknownst to the two sisters, Ginny Weasley was hiding on the stairs below, listening intently…