The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Moriarty and Ischl, who were intertwined and almost overlapped as one, were stunned.

The two then released each other.

Moriarty released Ishcher's dragon horns and slid down.

Only then did he realize what he had just bumped into!

"Sorry, I was stunned by the electric shock," Moriarty explained with a wry smile.

"Hmph~" Ishcher put her hands behind her back, giving Moriarty a cold glance. "So you're saying it's all my fault?"

"Half and half," Moriarty said without looking up as he changed his clothes.

With a tap of his Slytherin staff, his tattered old clothes were transformed into silver robes.

Having changed his clothes, Moriarty strode down from the throne, his voice ringing out, "The Immortal Organization has arrived."

"There are more important things for me to do than dealing with you."

"I must fight them."

Moriarty walked forward, carrying his staff, leaving Ishcher with only a lonely but determined silhouette.

As Moriarty walked down the steps, the little dragon was stunned. Her little mind couldn't understand why there was a man on the Mother of Dragons' throne.

Her little head turned as Moriarty moved, and Moriarty's eyes flickered slightly as he passed the little dragon.

Oh, it's not a penis.

It's a little female dragon!

Just as Moriarty was about to leave the palace, Ishcher suddenly said, "Don't think that just because you make yourself sound so tragic, I'll forgive you."

"You don't need to worry about the dragon's family affairs."

"No matter who it is, under my thunder, they are all clowns!"

With a "whoosh," Ishcher flicked her cloak and stepped down from the throne!

"In the name of Ishcher, command the thunder!"

In an instant, thunderclouds filled the sky above Swabia, and the concentration of lightning increased to a new level.

Ishicher extended her jade finger and casually pointed to a certain spot in space. A purple lightning bolt flashed, tearing through space, and Ishicher stepped inside.

Upon witnessing this scene, Moriarty couldn't help but feel envious.

In the past, his flying magic, Dimo ​​Aka, had earned him envious glances.

Now he actually envies Ishcher's way of traveling.

It was just like a dragon in mythology, tearing through space, making the ends of the earth seem near in an instant.

With a smirk, Moriarty waved his staff, was swept up by a gust of wind, and disappeared.

The vast palace was left with only the little dragon, standing there dumbfounded.

"Was I seeing things?"

"Daenerys Targaryen has left with a man!"

Xiao Long rubbed his eyes, his adorable face filled with disbelief.

For thousands of years, hasn't the Dragon Mother always chased away every man she encountered?

Why has it changed this time?

Xiao Long couldn't understand it.

Over Swabia.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald gazed solemnly at the sky opposite them.

There are four people standing there!

And a large python.

Yurik Gamp!

Lapo!

Tom Riddle!

Aberforth Dumbledore!

Gamp has a pair of enormous black wings on his back, resembling two umbrellas.

Tom floated in the air like Professor Binns.

Larpo and Aberforth stood on the head of the giant serpent.

To Dumbledore's surprise, the giant python was actually floating in the air.

"Albus, Gellert," Gump tried to make his voice sound as gentle as possible, "this is my last piece of advice to you: leave now—you can still be your headmasters."

Grindelwald didn't want to waste any more words, pointing his wand at Gump like a pistol: "Avada Kedavra!"

Seeing that persuasion was futile, Gamp ordered, "Take care of them as quickly as possible."

Then it threw out a ball of dark matter, which swallowed the Killing Curse like a gluttonous beast.

"Dark elemental magic is the embodiment of darkness in the world!" Gamp shouted. "The killing intent required by the Killing Curse is part of that darkness."

"Grindelwald, even you belong to the darkness!"

Gamp pointed one finger to the sky, and a black waterfall, thick and foul-smelling, crashed down from the air.

I could faintly hear countless wails and evil laughter.

They swept down upon Grindelwald and Dumbledore, their power blotting out the sky!

"Phoenix Fire Shield!" Grindelwald and Dumbledore joined forces to unleash an enhanced version of Fiendfyre.

They shone brightly, like two suns illuminating the darkness.

But under the gloomy darkness of dark matter, it appears utterly desolate.

"You've given your all, yet you're just two lamps in the darkness." Gamp's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Make your move on them!" Gamp looked at Tom and Aberforth.

Larpo didn't move; this was a test for the two newcomers.

Tom hates Dumbledore to the core, so he should be fine.

But what about Aberforth? Will he take action against his former brother?

Just as Gump had expected, Tom waved his wand without hesitation, and blue fire snakes made of Fiendfyre attacked Dumbledore!

And Aberforth…

Hesitated.

"Don't forget our agreement." A hint of shrewdness flashed in Gamp's slanted eyes.

"I understand," Aberforth sighed, his eyes hardening. "For Ariana's sake, Albus, you should die!"

Aberforth's face flushed red, like a goat raising its horns.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The Death Curse, glowing with green light, struck.

Dumbledore closed his eyes in despair.

He was focused on fighting the Dark Falls, while his forks were already entangled by Tom's fire snakes.

"Gale, is dying at Aberforth my salvation?"

Dumbledore, abandoning his usual composure, spoke with deep emotion.

"...Don't be foolish!" Grindelwald growled, anxious but helpless.

The killing curse is getting closer...

"Boom!"

A flash of lightning appeared, and Ishcher materialized in front of Dumbledore and Grindelwald!

She frowned as she looked at the Killing Curse.

"It's all green, it's disgusting."

"Hey~ Ha!"

Ishcher deflected the curse with a single punch!

Aberforth stared in astonishment, his expression more like someone pulling a goat's beard.

"Hey Merlin! You knocked away the Killing Curse? The Killing Curse can be knocked away!"

Gamp and Larpo instantly became alert, their bodies on guard and their faces filled with apprehension.

"Is it you?"

"The Dragon Mother of the Black Forest!"

Gamp's back molars were all crushed.

Larbo, however, was somewhat afraid and slowly guided the giant python to move backward.

Ishcher glared at Larpo: "Try moving again? I'll tear you into 9999 pieces!"

Larpo froze, his face darkening, his mouth agape.

"And you, you black clown," Ishcher said bluntly to Gamp, "coming to get beaten up again?"

As she spoke, she clenched her fist and swung her arm towards the sky.

"Snap!"

The black waterfall made a sound like shattering glass, turning into a pile of black fragments.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Ishcher with gratitude.

Although they didn't know the identity of this beautiful woman, they were saved by him, and that was enough.

Of course, Ishcher's beauty held no interest for them whatsoever.

Meanwhile, Gamp and his group on the opposite side had no interest in appreciating the beauty.

"Dragon Mother!" Gamp roared, his eyes darkening. "The Immortal Organization is on their way. Your death is today!"

"Tch," Ishcher sneered, "You clowns?"

"Or is it an organization, or immortality?"

"Heh heh~ In my name, I, I, I, I, I, I, bestow upon this organization the name 'The Joker'!"

"The name 'Clown Organization' is yours; you're welcome."

Gamp and Larpo were so angry that their breathing became rapid, and they glared fiercely at Ishicher.

Every word hit their sore spot!

A thousand years ago, Gamp, Larpo, and the Fairy King attempted to steal the dragon clan's sacred artifact of lightning magic.

Instead, he was beaten so badly by Ishcher that he fled in a sorry state.

Without "light," they would be dead!

At the time, Ishcher said, "You're all clowns!"

Ishcher also recalled this incident.

She smiled slightly and tilted her chin up.

A majestic and powerful voice rang out!

"No matter your status or strength, under my thunder, you are all clowns!"

(The title of the previous chapter was "Pain and Pleasure," which was inexplicably censored.)