The mastermind behind Hogwarts

A mature, regal voice from the throne.

Unresponsive to both oil and salt, soft and hard approaches.

They tried to reach an agreement, but failed.

We might not be able to win if we fight...

Moriarty had never encountered such a situation before.

No way, this world won't allow anyone to be better than me!

If so, then defeat him!

Or... join her!

Moriarty smiled slightly. "Very good, I have a solution."

"Respected Lady Dragon..." Moriarty began politely, but her mature, older-sister voice immediately followed.

"You may call me the Dragon Mother; that's what the dragons of the Black Forest call me."

I was interrupted again…

"..." Moriarty told himself: I'm not angry, I'm not angry. If I can't beat them, I'll join them. If I can't beat them, I'll join them.

"Yes, Mother of Dragons."

Moriarty gave a gentlemanly smile and said politely, "You know about the Immortal Organization, so you must know about the prophecy of immortality, right?"

"Hmm?" Daenerys hummed indifferently, shifting her position on the throne out of boredom.

Clearly, they weren't interested in the topic of Moriarty.

Moriarty's handsome face and charming demeanor failed to impress Daenerys Targaryen.

Having remained silent for thousands of years, the only companion the Dragon Mother is magic!

Daenerys didn't believe, nor did she know, that anyone could enter her heart.

But then Moriarty's loud voice was heard.

"Find the eight magical artifacts corresponding to the eight elements—wind, thunder, water, fire, wood, earth, light, and darkness—and combine them with the key to obtain the secret of immortality."

At this point, Moriarty wondered if he had misheard, but he heard Daenerys seem to let out a "Oh~" that sounded like she had just realized something.

"No wonder those clowns came looking for me." Daenerys let out a sneer, and Moriarty felt a hand patting his heart repeatedly.

"What a fairy!" Moriarty couldn't help but exclaim.

Even before meeting, every smile and gesture is so captivating.

If we saw its true face, what would happen?

At the same time, Moriarty became even more certain that Daenerys was very strong.

Those in lower positions are only fit to look up to those in higher positions. Although this is not obvious among wizards, the fact that the Dragon Queen and wizards are two different species will be magnified infinitely.

However, Moriarty estimated that the difference in strength between him and Daenerys Targaryen was not significant, and he was able to maintain his composure and avoid making a fool of himself.

"By the way, could you speak in a way I can understand?" Moriarty asked, half-jokingly and half-guessingly, "The Immortal Organization contacted you?"

"Not too stupid," Daenerys said lazily.

For some reason, Moriarty felt as if she were lying lazily on the throne, which looked like a large bed.

"Through you I learned of the prophecy of immortality, thus resolving a mystery that has troubled me for millennia," Daenerys's voice carried a hint of joy. "I won't let you suffer any losses; let me share some information with you."

"A thousand years ago..."

As the four words fell, the voice regained its majesty, like a fair deity judging countless civilizations in the universe!

"Three clowns came to Swabia, attempting to steal the Thunder Dragon Core that the dragons had guarded for generations."

"One of them uses dark elemental magic, and the other speaks Parseltongue. Yes, that's Larpo—Helpo, Gurpo, whichever name you choose, he's the clown among clowns."

"The last one is an arrogant fairy."

"Anyway, I utterly crushed these clowns!"

Moriarty's lips twitched; even the Mother of Dragons had a girlish side.

The combination of majesty and charm in one person is simply irresistible.

cough cough.

Moriarty shook his head, intending to continue listening, but no sound came out for a long time.

"Is it over?" Moriarty raised an eyebrow.

"Oh," said Daenerys Targaryen, "do they think they can harm me? Ridiculous."

His tone changed instantly: "A clown deserves to stay in a circus! How dare he challenge me?"

"Alright, alright, I know you're strong and great." Moriarty shook his head and chuckled, gradually realizing that Daenerys wasn't difficult to get along with.

These days, which girl doesn't have a little bit of pride?

Of course, Daenerys Targaryen is not just any kind of arrogant woman; she's been arrogant for a thousand years.

"What are you thinking about?"

"I have a feeling you're thinking about something dangerous."

"The Dragon Mother muttered to herself."

Moriarty instantly felt a scrutinizing gaze upon him.

Using the Alchemy Matrix, Moriarty looked up and seemed to see a pair of exceptionally beautiful, bright eyes slightly narrowed.

"I think I know who those three clowns you mentioned are." Moriarty was shameless enough to remain unfazed even after being caught peeking.

"Whatever," Daenerys said, showing no interest whatsoever. She pursed her lips slightly and said, "Oh, I just remembered, there's someone I care about more than the clown."

Moriarty appeared to be listening attentively; anyone who could get Daenerys's attention must be no ordinary person.

"That was when the Joker was dying, and a figure radiating light tore through the sky, descending as if traversing interstellar space."

"The Light Man exerted incredible pressure on me. For a moment, I couldn't even mobilize my magic. Then the Light Man rescued the Joker."

The more Daenerys spoke, the more dejected she became. Moriarty guessed that she must have been thinking about this for a very long time.

Light people…

It's light again.

"I understand the general idea. Now I'll explain, and perhaps you'll understand something as well," Moriarty said solemnly.

"I mentioned the prophecy of immortality earlier, which led to the establishment of the Immortal Organization. The organization's members are all wizards or others who have been famous or infamous in the magical world for a long time."

"Including but not limited to BOSS Yurik Gamp, Serpent Larpo, Pidgeon the Pioneer, Mad Extis, Arctic Eskimo, Japanese Night View, South American Fairy King, Undying Monk Rasputin, Old Witch, Blood Ancestor Dracula, Ventura Blood Clan, Soul Tom Riddle, Pighead Bar Owner Aberforth."

"The three clowns you mentioned are Gamp, Larpo, and the Fairy King."

"As for the Light Man, I suspect he is the key figure in the Immortal Organization." A black figure appeared in Moriarty's mind, marked with an unknown symbol above his head.

"When I killed Pidtu, I encountered a figure with a bare hand that exerted the same pressure you described. This suggests they are the same person."

"I've been fighting the Immortal Organization since I was 10 years old, and I think we have a common enemy."

Moriarty said, straining to look up, hoping to see Daenerys's eyes on the throne—but he didn't.

"I seized the water, wind, and fire elemental magic relics from the Immortal Organization, and I believe the lightning elemental relic is in your hands."

"We now possess the four great elemental magical artifacts, and I'm even willing to be completely honest with you," Moriarty said, spreading his arms wide with sincerity, "the most crucial key is also in my hands!"

"In that case, even if the Immortal Organization controls the remaining four elemental artifacts, they will still be evenly matched with us."

After Moriarty finished speaking, the palace fell silent.

Daenerys seemed to be thinking, and Moriarty made another decision, saying firmly, "You don't want the Immortal Organization to come knocking on your door, do you?"

"Oh~" Daenerys let out a soft groan, a hint of amusement flickering in her bright eyes. For the first time, she looked at Moriarty seriously. "Why do you think I would cooperate with you?"

"You are now in my palace, and you have three elemental relics and a key."

"I'll capture you, then join the Immortal Organization and become a god!"

"Isn't it good?"

As she spoke, Daenerys rose from her throne, and lightning shone upon her, so bright and dazzling that Moriarty could only see her silhouette.

"Remember, I am Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons. No one can negotiate with me."

A majestic and aloof voice resounded throughout the palace.

The immense lightning element is like a black hole in the boundless universe; when it moves, it is unstoppable.

Moriarty stared at Ishcher, but he wasn't looking at Ishcher's curvaceous, hourglass figure.

His eyes were clear and resolute: "The scene I least wanted to see has appeared."

"My esteemed Mother Daenerys, I have done my utmost to preserve our friendship, but you are too proud, and your reluctance will only complicate matters further!"

"What makes you think that I, who wields the three elemental magics, am no match for you?"

Moriarty slowly walked toward the throne; he had long disliked this high and mighty thing.

A gentle breeze blows, and the vibrant, life-giving water elements surge forth like a rising tide.

Moriarty's mastery of combining the three elements was unparalleled.

Since things have evolved to this point, there's no need for respect anymore!

(Thanks again to NJUCM for the donation! Thanks, my good brother, I'll add an extra chapter for you!)

(As for Ishcher, don't worry, a strong woman like her needs to be won over slowly.)