The mastermind behind Hogwarts

At a command.

Lightning strikes over Swabia!

Like swords of Damocles hanging in the sky, awaiting the arrival of sinners for judgment!

Upon seeing this, the great phoenix Ers, which was flying in the airspace of Sva, refused to continue flying forward no matter what.

After exchanging words with the phoenix, Dumbledore frowned and said, "Earles told me that he can't go any further because this is dragon territory, and the unusual lightning in the sky is a warning from the dragons."

"A dragon?" Moriarty repeated, somewhat surprised.

Grindelwald, standing to the side, pondered: "Before this, I had never heard of dragons still existing in Europe."

"Um..." Krum said, puzzled, "Aren't dragons very common all over the world? I heard that the English Ministry of Magic has prepared several kinds of dragons for this year's Triwizard Tournament."

"That's a fire dragon," Moriarty tightened his robes, his voice rising—a rare occurrence for Moriarty. "The phoenix just said it was a dragon."

"A colossal creature existing in epic myths."

"Compared to fire dragons, giant dragons are much larger, and their bite force, explosive power, and destructive power are far beyond what fire dragons can match."

"Even more terrifying is that dragons possess unparalleled magic. In mythology and legends, the appearance of dragons often signifies destruction!"

Moriarty licked his dry lips; at that moment, he desperately wished Marcus were here.

But never mind, Marcus is good at making friends with dragons, but dragons are very picky. Marcus is too weak and not on par with the dragons.

Moriarty looked at Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who were learned and naturally understood this as well.

"Next, I will go and visit the dragon here," Moriarty decided. "You all stay up there—if we reach an agreement with the dragon, it's not too late to descend."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald nodded silently. They were both renowned figures in the wizarding world, but dragons might not necessarily give them face.

Therefore, the task of visiting them can only be entrusted to Moriarty, their most powerful ally.

however……

"boom!"

The sky seemed to roar, as a purple-blue lightning bolt formed a curtain of light that slowly unfolded.

A figure, bathed in lightning, slowly appeared as it walked through the air.

Through the flickering lightning, Moriarty and his companions couldn't see who was approaching, but they heard a majestic voice:

"The Peverell family shall be destroyed today!"

"Click!!!"

A deafening explosion.

The lightning transformed into enormous orbs of lightning, swirling continuously behind that figure.

Moriarty and his companions suddenly felt as if an eye was staring at them from above, their very souls locked onto.

Dumbledore suppressed his discomfort and quickened his pace: "The dragons must have mistaken us for Peverell's people, they must—only the Peverell and Dumbledore families possess the ability to summon phoenixes!"

"Sir, please go and tell them!" Krum said weakly, his voice trembling with tears.

He was the weakest of the group, and at that moment he was struggling to breathe, his soul emitting a low, mournful cry.

Moriarty did not hesitate. The destructive power of lightning was terrifying, and he also sensed a familiarity within it.

That's right, this is the power of elemental magic!

Lightning elemental magic, there's no escaping it, absolutely!

Moriarty unleashed a pair of fiery wings from his back and flew toward the lightning barrier.

As lightning orbs swarmed in, they had to shout at the figure in the light screen, "The phoenix comes from the Phoenix Nest, guarded by the Dumbledore family for generations!"

"I am Moriarty Slytherin! I've come to discuss elemental relics with the dragon!"

Moriarty saw the flying lightning orb pause for a moment, and a soft hum came from the light screen:

"Oh?"

Ok?

Top-tier mature female voice!

A top-tier mature, domineering, charming, and sexy female voice!

Moriarty's bones immediately went numb.

Back then, the allure of the lotus flower hadn't made him act like this, but now, a low moan almost revealed his ugly side!

"Slytherins?"

Another one!

The figure in the light screen seemed to be about to leave, and as Moriarty turned around, he saw an exaggeratedly voluptuous figure with a prominent bust and buttocks.

A surge of heat rose within Moriarty, and he almost had a nosebleed.

cough cough.

Moriarty shook his head, calmed down, and recalled the figure—it was actually a woman?

"Boom!"

An explosion rang out in the air nearby.

Moriarty's eyebrows twitched as a magic orb shattered space, and the figure in the light screen flew inside!

"Come in! I have something to ask you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Moriarty was pulled into the space by a large hand!

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, who witnessed everything from afar, exchanged bewildered glances. Grindelwald, who rarely prayed, unusually said, "May Merlin bless him, and may he come out alive."

After a moment of dizziness, Moriarty regained his senses and found himself in an empty palace.

Everywhere you look, there is purple, exuding an air of nobility. Thick pillars of light support a vast dome, on which seem to be coiled giant dragons.

"Slytherins."

A low murmur made Moriarty look at the throne in front of him. It was too high for him to see, but he was certain that someone was sitting on it.

Because her magic was so dazzling, in Moriarty's view, she was like a bright and shining sun in the dark universe.

"Listen carefully, whether you become my enemy depends on the following conversation."

Her tone on the throne remained as dignified as ever, without a hint of arrogance. Moriarty knew this was because she was full of confidence.

Moriarty listened with a frown; it had been a long time since he had been looked down upon by someone.

"Hogwarts has never dabbled in elemental magic."

"With the three elements of water, wind, and fire within you, are you truly a Slytherin?"

"Prove it to me!"

"Do I need to prove to you whether I'm a Slytherin or not?" Moriarty retorted sharply, his tone calm but laced with a hint of hostility.

Even though you have a stunningly beautiful mature female voice, I, Moriarty, am not some kind of simp.

Moriarty was very annoyed by her tone.

It's understandable that he was used to being aloof and superior, but Moriarty never humbled himself!

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

Moriarty murmured in the language of snakes, and his entire body seemed to transform into a snake's den, with countless black snakes emerging from his entire body!

The snakes grew larger and thicker, rapidly coiling within the palace.

"And now?" Moriarty raised his head and questioned the throne. "Do I still need to prove anything?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, just as Moriarty was wondering if the person on the throne had left, a cold snort suddenly rang out: "I hate snakes."

This time, her mature and sophisticated voice had a hint of gritted teeth.

Moreover, as soon as he finished speaking, Moriarty noticed that lightning elemental magic instantly condensed, like a powder keg filled to the brim!

"She's going to blow up my snake." Moriarty's eyes narrowed, and he unleashed his most violent fire elemental magic.

Inside the palace, sparks of fire flickered, carrying a vibrant energy, as they clashed with the destructive, explosive lightning element.

"The spark of civilization?"

The mature woman's voice now carried a hint of seriousness.

"It seems you are indeed not Helbo, you are Slytherin."

The lightning element vanished in an instant, along with its hostility.

A knowing glint flashed in Moriarty's eyes. Indeed, not everyone who could speak Parseltongue was a Slytherin; Helbo could too.

The mature female voice clearly knows Herbo, and there may be a conflict between them.

Thinking of this, Moriarty's tone softened: "I think we have a common enemy, Larpo! You should know his human Horcruxes, right? That's the name now."

"Whatever you call him, he's a clown!"

The mature, older woman's voice was full of disdain.

Moriarty then added, "Actually, I came here precisely to deal with this Joker, and the immortal organization behind him..."

A mature female voice suddenly interrupted Moriarty, saying with great interest, "Oh~ being able to mention the Immortal Organization, it seems you're indeed not an enemy."

"Although your voice is very pleasant, could you please not interrupt me?"

Moriarty rolled his eyes; he figured she could see it.

"Although you are not my enemy for the time being, you do not have the right to choose whether or not to be my enemy!"

Clearly, the mature female voice has never been weak, even verbally.

The dense lightning element gathered once more, and the gaze from the throne returned to Moriarty, enveloping him once more.

"When dealing with enemies, I usually shatter their souls and blast their bodies to smithereens!"

The last word was drawn out, and the mature woman's voice turned fierce.

Moriarty frowned slightly: "Treat Larpo the same way? But he's still perfectly healthy."

"I never explain," the mature woman said slowly and deliberately. "You little rascal, don't even think about getting information out of me."

This was the first time Moriarty had been called "little rascal," and several black lines appeared on his forehead.

Goodness, he's completely unresponsive.

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(Thanks to NJUCM for the generous donation and votes, there will be an extra chapter tonight!)