The mastermind behind Hogwarts

The time converter looks like a small, shiny gold timer with a long, fine gold chain.

Each time the time converter rotates, it can go back one hour in time.

This is Tom's familiar ability regarding the time-changer.

While attending Hogwarts, he applied to the Ministry of Magic through his Potions professor, Mr. Horace, to acquire a Time-Turner so he could take more courses.

But at that time, Tom had only gone back a few hours. Now, looking at Gump, Tom thought: How long will he go back?

As Moriarty's spy within the Immortal Organization, Tom did not betray Moriarty despite Larpo's advice. His life remained in Moriarty's hands.

Tom desperately wanted to see "the arrival of the light".

His intuition told him that he was about to touch upon the most mysterious part of the Immortal Organization!

The rest of the members—except for the newcomer Aberforth—had solemn expressions, even the previously arrogant Fairy King was no exception.

But Gamp's next move was completely unexpected by Tom.

A layer of dark elemental magic appeared on Gamp's palm, while the time converter he held emitted a pure light in contrast.

A point of golden light leaped and swayed in the light, gradually transforming into a small human figure.

Gamp seemed quite familiar with this situation. He said, "The organization can't send anyone to Greece for the time being. Do you want to take matters into your own hands?"

Tom noticed a hint of negotiation in Gamp's tone and realized that "Shadow Man" was no ordinary person.

The "Shadow Man" remained silent for a long time, and Tom wondered if it might be mute.

until--

"I will hurry to arrive; before that, the advance party will handle the problems."

Tom was horrified to discover that the sentence did not come from the "Shadow Man," but rather seemed to have popped into his mind automatically.

Tom looked at the others. Aberforth, like him, showed no surprise, while the others seemed unfazed.

"It's incredible that it can reach such a level." Tom felt a sense of fear.

The light from the time converter went out, and Gamp casually tucked it back into his sleeve.

A relaxed smile appeared on his face.

"Did you hear that?"

"If there are no further questions, shall we adjourn?"

Tom glanced at the others, and seeing no objections, he said loudly, "I don't want to question that person of light and shadow, but who is the vanguard? If you want me to feel at ease, you have to let me know their identity and capabilities, right?"

Ye Jingyu looked at Tom and gave him a chilling smile: "The Man of Light and Shadow? We all call him 'Light'—you don't like knowing who the pioneers are, you just need to know that Light's pioneers have never failed."

Tom was about to say something more, but Gamp didn't give him the chance.

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"That's it, meeting adjourned."

The voice just fell.

Ye Jingyu and the others disappeared in an instant, leaving only Gamp, Larpo, Tom, and Aberforth at the meeting.

"If you wish to return to Hogwarts for a visit, please do so," Gump said to Tom and Aberforth in a very gentlemanly manner.

Aberforth coldly refused, but Tom, with a quick glint in his eye, agreed. He wanted to find someone to pass the message on to Moriarty.

Meanwhile, Moriarty and Krum received a warm welcome at Madame Guzeva's estate.

That night.

A grand banquet was held at the manor.

Mrs. Guzeva invited local celebrities and nobles from Athens.

Moriarty was clearly well-suited to the scene, while Krum was somewhat reserved but served as Moriarty's servant admirably.

"Bang!"

The manor gate was violently pushed open from the outside.

"That's strange, why did the door open by itself?"

A drunk man walked up to close the door, but collapsed to the ground with a thud.

His body fell down, revealing a terrifying figure!

It wore a black robe and a hood, and had two feathered wings on its back that looked like those of a black eagle!

His entire body exuded a cold aura, enveloped in a dim yellow light, like the last moments of dusk.

As it reached the crowds of people drinking and making merry, one person after another fell ill.

Strangely, no one can see it!

Men and women enjoyed the night and the wine, passion and joy.

Finally, someone discovered this horrific scene: half of the people in the manor had collapsed.

The guests rushed to their companions, calling out their names.

Some people shouted angrily, "Who is it?"

"Who's there?"

"What kind of trick are you playing!"

The commotion alerted Moriarty and Krum. They exchanged a glance, their gaze sweeping over the panicked crowd in the hall to the terrifying figure.

"grim Reaper?"

Moriarty's eyes narrowed.

so similar.

Their faces are so stereotypical, they seem to have stepped out of a painting.

Krum noticed it too, his eyes widening, his voice slightly raised from drinking: "Sir, it has no thickness."

Moriarty looked at it a few more times. Indeed, the Grim Reaper statue, which was standing up like a paper figure, also resembled a shadow puppet, as if it had been cut out of a painting.

"It's coming for us."

Moriarty said this as he got up and walked toward Death.

The fact that only he and Krum can see Death speaks volumes.

"Why kill those innocent Muggles?"

Moriarty walked up to Death while casting a large Oblivion and Stunning Curse on the Muggles.

Death was three meters tall, making Moriarty, who was already 1.8 meters tall, look like a child in front of him.

Death is silent, and Moriarty could tell from its empty, yellowish eyes that it could not speak.

This is an inanimate object; someone else is controlling it.

Moriarty made a quick judgment.

Almost simultaneously, a man walked in through the manor gate.

He wore only a loose robe that reached the ground, a pair of low-heeled boots, and a pointed wizard's hat.

"Splash, splash."

The long robe made a heavy sound as it moved.

"Because it is death, reaping lives, it is only natural."

He said to Moriarty.

Moriarty sized up the newcomer, who, apart from the large tuft of beard on his chin and a pair of calm, unwavering eyes, appeared no different from an ordinary person.

Krum swallowed hard. This guy was too abnormal. He was like an ancient corpse that had walked out of an ancient tomb, but he gave people the feeling of a prophet.

"Moriarty Slytherin," he said. "My name is Beedle, and I've come to deal with you."

After saying that, Death immediately attacked Moriarty, his feathers like two large iron swords, sharp and pointed.

"Super strong armor protects you."

Moriarty snapped his fingers, letting Death's wings strike the magic shield in front of God, and then walked toward Bedouin.

Pidou pulled a small green-covered book from under his robe, opened it, glanced at it, and whispered, "Hairy Heart."

A wrinkled, bloody heart covered in long black hair popped out of the book!

When it appeared, Moriarty and Krum both felt a chill run down their spines.

"Uh... my heart..."

"Aging?"

Moriarty let out a muffled groan.

He watched in disbelief as the heart pounded towards him.

With each jump, my heart pounded, then became aching and numb.

My vision gradually blurred.

Moriarty stared at the heart, at the magic that acted directly upon him through the same material medium—something he had never seen before.

At that moment, he suddenly had a breakthrough.

Hairy Heart, Death...

An image that seems to have stepped out of a painting...

"You're Beethoven?" Moriarty exclaimed, "That poet Beethoven!"

"It's me," Pidou said in a flat tone.

Mao walked up to Moriarty, a sharp pain shooting through his heart!

Death also walked up behind Moriarty, its feathered wings raised high, aiming at Moriarty's neck like an executioner's blade!