The mastermind behind Hogwarts

"gentlemen!!!"

Krum opened his eyes wide, utterly terrified.

In that split second between life and death, a glint of coldness flashed in Moriarty's eyes!

The water element magic was activated, and the blood inside Mao Xin's body instantly froze into ice. With a "crack," Mao Xin shattered into pieces like glass!

Moriarty's heart returned to normal in an instant, and Death's feather wings fell down in an instant as well.

But this time Moriarty easily dodged, his five fingers spread wide, and a whirlwind seemed to appear in his palm, knocking Death away.

Peter remained unmoved by the successive treachery of his heart and death.

"So he was a wizard who controlled the elements of water and wind."

"Now I understand why the organization sent me."

Bedou glanced at Moriarty, walked over to a dead man, and without even frowning, ripped out the man's heart.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."

Blood flowed down Pidou's arm and onto the ground.

Beethoven took out a small green-covered book, held his heart, and shook it over the book, "The Poet Beethoven's Collection."

The bloody heart suddenly became covered in black hair and wrinkled.

A knowing glint appeared in Moriarty's eyes: Mao's heart!

"Whoosh!"

Death spread its wings and flew over Moriarty once more.

Moriarty stared intently at the small green book in Bea's hand; he knew that the book was the source of Bea's power.

"There are five stories in The Tales of Beedle the Bard: The Wizard and the Bouncing Cauldron, The Fountain of Good Fortune, The Wizard's Hairy Heart, Barbito and the Stump, and The Legend of the Three Brothers."

"You have the ability to bring the characters from the book into reality, or rather, that's your magic."

Pidou was not surprised at all. He turned the pages of the little green book like a medieval poet, making a rustling sound as he turned them.

"You have come to know Mao's heart and death."

"The Jumping Pot, the Fountain of Good Fortune, or the Witch Babydi—which would you like to meet?"

Bidou's inquiry, though seemingly friendly, was delivered with confidence, clearly indicating he was well-assured.

Moriarty wasn't intimidated; he suddenly smiled and said, "That little green book can't possibly be that powerful, can it?"

"Your ability to live forever, or to be immortal, or to be resurrected—whatever you call it—also comes from the Little Green Book."

Bedou's expression, which had never changed like a marble sculpture, finally changed.

He stared at Moriarty with a look of astonishment and anger: "It seems you really know a lot about our organization."

"So you must die."

Bedouin tossed the little green book into the air, and the book sprayed out a large stream of water like a faucet. A witch stepped on a cauldron and slid down the stream to Moriarty.

"Babbiti the witch greets the wizard."

Ignoring her "paper doll" identity, which is similar to that of Death, Barbity looks like a young girl, full of energy.

She pulled out a carrot and said to Moriarty, "Want one?"

Without a second thought, Moriarty snapped his fingers, and the carrot instantly turned into ice shards.

"You're asking for it!" Babbitt roared, charging towards Moriarty!

As they ran, Babbitt transformed into thousands of white rabbits, and as they were watered by the spring, their bodies began to change shape.

Get bigger and expand!

Get bigger and expand!

Gradually, the rabbit grew to the size of an elephant, the ground shook, and all the houses in the manor were destroyed.

Death also flew into the spring, its size increased, and even more terrifying, it held a magic wand, wore a cloak, and had a stone necklace around its neck.

A strange symbol appeared on Death's forehead: a triangle containing a circle, with a straight line running from the vertex of the triangle through the entire circle.

"The Deathly Hallows!" Krum cried out.

Durmstrang's students were all too familiar with this symbol.

Moriarty recognized them too: "The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, the Invisibility Cloak!"

Fortunately, the Deathly Hallows are also made up of rough black lines, as if they were drawn on; otherwise, if they were real Deathly Hallows, the enhancement they would provide to Death would be terrifying.

At the same time, Moriarty understood the purpose of the spring.

"Lucky Fountain's lucky bonus?"

"This is really tricky."

As Moriarty carried Krum into the sky, he took the opportunity to glance at the spring below—still gushing from the little green book.

At this time, Lady Guzeva's estate had been transformed into a small lake.

The rabbits ran back and forth like madmen, spitting out carrots from their mouths—like cannonballs—attempting to bombard Moriarty.

"If I gave you a flying broom, would you be confident you could dodge attacks from the ground and from death itself?"

Moriarty smiled as he spoke to Krum.

Krum laughed heartily: "Although it's a bit inappropriate to say that in front of you, I am also a world-class Quidditch player!"

"Very good," Moriarty tossed a flying broomstick, and Krum bravely jumped onto the handle, quickly getting used to it. "Huh? It doesn't have a name yet, is it newly developed?"

"Not bad," Moriarty conjured up a flying broomstick for himself and exclaimed, "But maybe after today it'll have a name!"

"boom!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Death swung his Elder Wand—the Weather Charm—and a bolt of lightning struck down!

Moriarty, pulling the broom by the end, flew to the side. Death waved his wand, and the sky was instantly filled with dark clouds, with faint flashes of lightning and rising mist.

"Moriarty Slytherin, where are you trying to run to?"

Standing on the ground, Peter simply closed his eyes, so he could share the same view as the "paper doll" in his story.

Due to their height, Barbiti and Mao Xin's abilities made it difficult for them to harm Moriarty.

"Good fortune has come from afar, granting me a sky full of thunder!"

Pidou walked to the spring, as if bathing, as if humming a soft melody.

But his lowered eyes gleamed with fervor, and his magic was being actively mobilized.

As any young wizard who has read the story of "Good Luck Fountain" knows, there is actually no Good Luck Fountain; it is just an ordinary spring. What makes people feel lucky is their relentless pursuit of good fortune.

In other words, the Fountain of Good Fortune was created by people themselves.

Bedou is creating good fortune right now!

"Boom!"

Several thick bolts of lightning struck Moriarty with a deafening roar.

They were faintly connected, and Moriarty gritted his teeth; there was no escaping it now.

"brush!"

Moriarty wielded the Slytherin staff, and the water elementals in the air were under his control, causing icicles the size and thickness of buckets to appear.

Then they transformed into enormous, coiling ice serpents, their heads and tails connected, and began to split infinitely!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Lightning flashed, ice snakes danced wildly, and lightning and frost filled the sky.

"Doomsday Storm!"

Moriarty raised his staff high, and a large amount of wind elemental magic gathered, causing gusts of wind that blew away the moon.

Countless clouds and thunderbolts were blown away, and the gale turned into a roaring storm that howled like an angry dragon over Athens!

"You dare to use lightning on me?" Moriarty said angrily. "Once I find the sacred artifact of lightning, I'll blast you to smithereens."

But before that, Moriarty suggested using the wind element as a substitute.

A storm is coming!

Death made an emergency landing, and the rabbits were swept into the sky.

Pidou remained expressionless. The Jumping Pot leaped above Pidou like a frog, filled with spring water, and rapidly grew larger.

Moriarty turned around and blurted out, "UFO?!"

The bouncy pot, like an alien flying saucer, followed closely behind Moriarty.

Bebe is standing in the pot, and Death, Barbi, and Heart of the Hair are all there.

"Good luck, good luck, grant me a pterosaur migration!"

Pidou cast his spell again, and a pterosaur appeared in the sky, followed by two, three... a group, two groups...

Moriarty and Krum were quickly surrounded by pterosaurs, who, thinking they were hindering their migration, launched a frenzied attack on them.

Bedou remained calm and muttered, "Good luck, good luck, grant me a thunderbird descending from the sky!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Thunderbirds shot towards Moriarty from the distant sky like missiles!

"This Pidgeon is practically delusional!" Moriarty said irritably. If this continues, who knows what tricks Pidgeon will come up with?

"He was an idealist poet."

Moriarty curled his lip, flicked his wrist, and cast several wind elemental spells, sending a large number of thunderbirds and pterosaurs flying into the distance.

Meanwhile, Bedou created wave after wave of strange beasts to constantly harass Moriarty, with the Jumping Pot closely following behind.

Moriarty tirelessly cleared away the flying beasts, and he also noticed something unusual.

That is, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not find a fire dragon or a phoenix!

Thinking of the phoenix, Moriarty had an idea.

"Krum, let's fly to Godric's Valley!"

As Moriarty spoke, he pulled up his flying broom, made a sharp turn, and drifted through the air!

"Hmm? Change direction, fly southwest?" Pidou was a little puzzled, but still ordered, "Chase!"