The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 594 The Promising Future of the Serpentwood Wand

Moriarty tentatively released elemental magic.

A refreshing spring breeze gently blows, sprinkling across this snakewood forest, while warm tides flow continuously, irrigating the life within.

The snakewood forest suddenly seemed to be rejuvenated, with its branches and leaves blooming and turning lush and green.

At the same time, Moriarty also sensed the wood element magic released by the snakewood wand, absorbing the magic of the wind and water elements.

The most amazing thing was the system notification that Moriarty's path to advancing his elemental magic had improved slightly.

Is it because of the wood element?

Moriarty looked at the tall snakewood tree that grew from the snakewood wand in the very center.

You have this effect too!

As a test, Moriarty had Ishcher also unleash lightning magic on the Serpent Tree.

Ishcher did as instructed, but quickly frowned: "No, it's rejecting me."

Moriarty saw that when Ishcher's deliberately shrunken lightning orb flew toward the Snakewood Forest, it was blocked by the dense forest.

The destructive power emanating from the lightning orb caused the Serpentwood Wand to panic, and Ishcher was also repelled along with it.

"It seems it only recognizes me as the head of the Slytherin family."

Moriarty clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Hmph~" Ishcher curled her lips slightly. Who wouldn't want to improve their strength? But it's nothing. Being able to find a wood elemental artifact is already an unexpected surprise.

"You're willing to come with me, aren't you?"

Moriarty continued to conjure wind and water while talking to the snakewood wand.

After the snakewood wand showed a hint of affirmation, Moriarty approached it.

After decades of growth, the snakewood wand is buried deep underground and closely connected to the snakewood above ground.

It's no longer a magic wand that can be easily taken away.

At this moment, Moriarty felt a pang of nostalgia for Marcus's briefcase.

The suitcase, imbued with the Invisible Stretch Charm, can be used as a greenhouse.

If Moriarty had one now, he could transplant the entire snakewood wand there.

"Wait, I may not have a briefcase, but I do have an alchemy matrix."

"The Serpentwood Wand is not simply a plant; possessing wood elemental magic, it can be used to perform alchemical matrices."

Moriarty suddenly understood.

He was radiating intense interest. He had never tried to link the alchemical matrix with elemental magic before, but today he was going to give it a shot!

Moriarty dismissed everyone except Ishcher.

"Speak quickly, I need to go eat thunderbird meat."

Ishcher realized that Moriarty had something to say to him.

"Without me taking you, would you be able to eat thunderbird meat?"

Moriarty is hilarious; he's still eyeing the Thunderbird meat!

"Then I'm leaving." Ishcher swayed her waist, a fragrant breeze wafting up, as she made a move to depart.

"No, no," Moriarty pleaded, winking at Ishcher and giving her a mysterious look. "I have something good to show you."

"The dragon race possesses countless treasures; I don't believe you have anything of value that can impress me," Ishcher said coldly.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Moriarty suddenly grinned mischievously, staring intently at Ischl.

Alchemy Matrix, activate!

The moment Ishcher was met with Moriarty's gaze, she sensed something was wrong, for she saw endless mystery in Moriarty's eyes, which instantly heightened her innate instinct for danger.

But in an instant, the scene shifted, and Moriarty brought Ishcher into the space constructed by the alchemical matrix.

The entire snakewood wand was also brought in.

The space is matrix-shaped and is being transformed by Moriarty using the magic of the water and wind elements.

The immense magical power, like a creator scattering the seeds of life across the Matrix space, was like the power of creation itself.

"This is~"

Ishcher looked around and, having confirmed there was no danger, regained her composure.

He then looked at Moriarty: "I didn't realize you were so good at hiding your true abilities."

"This must be your trump card."

"If we drag those three clowns here, they'll be trapped and die sooner or later."

As expected of Daenerys Targaryen, Ischelle accurately predicted Moriarty's trump card.

Moriarty placed his arms behind his head and sat comfortably in the void, the wind like a giant hand, or a chair, supporting him.

"Well, you were right."

"It's just a prototype. If we really bring that guy Gamp in, the temptations from the darkness might corrupt me and my very soul, wouldn't they?"

Moriarty chuckled. The alchemical matrix had some miraculous effects, but unfortunately, he still didn't understand the mystical at all.

Yes, even though Moriarty's expertise in alchemy and mysticism was no less than that of Nicolas Flamel, and he could be considered the best in the world.

However, Moriarty made little progress in the development of the Alchemy Matrix.

"I plan to cultivate the snakewood wand here."

Moriarty tapped the snakewood wand, and the tall tree trunk instantly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"As long as it doesn't resist, you can use spells on it."

Moriarty extended his right hand toward the snakewood wand, which shrank to the size of a small green plant and landed on Moriarty's palm.

"I already have a basilisk, so one more sapling won't make a difference."

Moriarty teased the little snake tree like a pet.

The little snake tree sprouted tender green buds, and Moriarty's fingers touched them, feeling soft and cool.

The wood element magic could also be fed back into Moriarty's own feng shui element, giving Moriarty a tingling sensation.

Ishcher watched as the person and the tree played happily, finding it all incredibly wonderful. Although she had grown up in the Black Forest, she had never been close to flowers, plants, or trees.

Under Moriarty's influence, Ishcher also joined in.

Before long, Ishcher gave up.

"I'm not playing anymore. Its wood element isn't available to me, it's not fun."

"Don't be so heartless," Moriarty waved his finger, and the little snake tree above extended several emerald green tentacles, tugging at Moriarty's finger. "It's understandable that it hasn't developed any extra skills after surviving in the wild for so long."

Yes, currently it only has the effect of moisturizing feng shui, which is indeed quite good.

Moriarty indicated that they could wait.

Elemental magic has existed for far too long; it took Ishcher over a thousand years to develop destructive power from the element of lightning.

Gan Pu and Ye Jingyu, master and apprentice, spanned two generations and over three hundred years, expending countless resources to develop the three major abilities of the dark element.

Moriarty himself was exceptionally gifted, and with a series of fortuitous encounters over the past five years, he was able to develop different abilities in the three elements.

The snakewood wand was all alone; it's quite remarkable that it wasn't taken away.

"Give this little guy some time."

Moriarty smiled. The Matrix Space had been almost completely transformed; the mild soil and comfortable climate were perfect for cultivating snakewood.

Ishcher glanced at the matrix space a few more times, her golden-black eyes flashing with a sharp light from time to time.

"Hey, you don't actually have your eye on this place, do you?" Moriarty asked upon seeing this.

"You're so vain. If you could create a Thunder Space for me, I might consider it," Ishcher said, though her words betrayed her true feelings.

"Dream on," Moriarty scoffed, not taking it seriously. "Come on, I'll take you to eat thunderbird meat."

Ishcher's eyes lit up immediately: "Now?"

It's evening.

Moriarty led Ishcher out of the Matrix space. "I've asked Lockhart to come before dusk; I've entrusted him with the specific details of the negotiations."

That night, Lockhart arrived in Iphamoni, travel-worn and exhausted.

On the North American side, the leadership was headed by Principal Dawn, with Congressional President Paul Jackson and other figures, as well as high-ranking Muggle officials.

"Sorry everyone, I'm late."

Lockhart removed his wizard hat, and bowed to the people opposite him with an air of elegance but barely concealing his weariness.

"Not at all," Principal Dawn said warmly, "Captain Lockhart's speech in Africa was a great victory for the international anti-dark wizarding community. We will never forget your contribution."

Lockhart smiled contentedly; his smile had captivated countless Black Pearls recently.

While they were having a heated discussion, Moriarty and Ishcher slipped into Thunderbird Academy, one of the four great academies of Iphamony.

(End of this chapter)