The mastermind behind Hogwarts

My goddess has someone she likes!

"She has someone she likes!"

Ron's mind was filled with images of his goddess and her sweetheart in love, and he didn't hear a single word his three roommates were saying.

Throughout the entire Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Ron was absent-minded and disoriented.

When get out of class ended, Hermione walked out of the classroom with an air of nonchalance. All the students waited for Hermione to leave before they left, and even Umbridge didn't dare to say anything about it.

Because Hermione was willing to attend classes, fewer students skipped class.

The Weasley twins complained several times about how their business had been slow.

Ron wouldn't know any of this; all he knew was that Hermione had left, and he had chased after her, following her all the way.

Hermione didn't notice Ron. Holding her notebook, she slowly walked towards the Ravenclaw common room. She had a feeling that her Moriarty brother would be back soon!

"I don't know why I have this premonition, but as the days go by, this premonition becomes stronger and stronger."

The first two rounds of the Triwizard Tournament are over, and the final round is about to begin. If Moriarty doesn't return again, he will miss the Triwizard Tournament.

So Hermione was absolutely convinced that it was coming soon.

Along the way, many young wizards greeted Hermione, whose popularity has been soaring lately.

More popular than the nine warriors in the Triwizard Tournament!

After Hermione greeted everyone, she went into the Ravenclaw common room, leaving Ron outside.

"To get in, you must solve my riddle." The eagle-shaped bronze door knocker said matter-of-factly—to everyone, and especially to Ron.

Ron, eager to get closer to Hermione, said absentmindedly, "Ask away."

Do you believe in divination and prophecy?

"I don't believe it." Ron said without even thinking.

"Wrong answer, you cannot enter."

"Okay, I believe you then." Ron scratched his head in frustration.

"Wrong answer, you cannot enter."

"What?" Ron's mouth dropped open. "Believe it or not believe it, it's all wrong. So tell me what the answer is!"

Ron believed the eagle-shaped bronze door knocker was intentional, deliberately preventing him from entering.

"Why should I tell you the answer?" The eagle-shaped bronze door knocker seemed to have a temper too.

Ron was so angry he wanted to punch the door knocker, but after looking at his own thin arms and legs, he walked away resentfully.

He didn't notice that not far behind him, Draco, Seamus, and Dean were hiding and desperately trying to suppress their laughter.

It turned out that Draco had taken notice when he saw Ron following Hermione, and he and his friends followed behind Ron, witnessing the whole process of Ron's foolish act.

"Everyone changes, but he's still that stupid Weasley." Draco covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing out loud.

"Where is he going?" Seamus noticed that Ron was gone.

"Follow him," Draco said hastily. "I have a bad feeling about him."

So Ron walked ahead, and Draco and the other two quietly followed behind.

Ron was caught off guard; his mind was filled with images of Hermione.

"Damn Merlin, Granger has found someone he likes!"

"When? Why don't I know!"

"Who could that person be?"

Ron thought indignantly, mentally going through the boys in his grade and the older boys, and finally came to the conclusion—I, Ron, am Granger's best boyfriend!

For some reason, Ron subconsciously overlooked some of the most outstanding and excellent students at Hogwarts—Ron himself didn't realize it, perhaps because he was subconsciously unwilling to admit it.

Ron wandered around the castle and unknowingly wandered into the basement.

Draco, who had been following behind, suddenly changed his expression: "This place is close to the Slytherin dungeons, what does he want to do?"

It was already quite strange for a Gryffindor to walk into the Slytherin common room.

It's even stranger that this Gryffindor happens to be Ron.

The snakes quickly spotted Ron, but made no attempt to report it; instead, they pointed and whispered among themselves as they passed him.

"Damn Merlin, I've fallen into a snake's den," Ron thought to himself.

"Hmm? Now that we're here, why not go see my old friend Harry Potter?"

Ron seemed to have figured it out. He called himself "the hero visiting Hogwarts" and specifically asked to see Harry. One of Lalpo's lackeys went inside to look for Harry.

"This is bad, Ron and Harry are involved again." Draco, who was observing from the shadows, shook his head, his tone becoming anxious. "We have to get this out of here. Let's go find Longbottom!"

Meanwhile, Harry led Ron into the Slytherin common room.

"Has your Slytherin common room always been this gloomy?"

Perhaps because of their shared experience last year, Ron spoke with some confidence when he was talking to Harry.

He surveyed the interior furnishings, where numerous, colorful snake sculptures—snake heads, snake eyes, snake tails—were carved into the walls in strange ways.

The carpet had turned into a large snakeskin, scattered on the ground in a lush green color, making Ron's scalp tingle when he stepped on it.

Harry shook his head helplessly. "It was arranged by Senior Lalpo. Alright, Ron, explain why you're here."

The Triwizard Tournament experience matured Harry quickly, and he didn't know if the decision he made was the right one.

He was isolated at Hogwarts, but Ralph took good care of him, and Fudge kept his promise to praise the Potter family in public.

Harry made it through the first two rounds of the Triwizard Tournament without any major incidents. Although he finished last among the nine warriors, he gained a lot of experience.

Harry was confused about Ron's intentions. Ron said, "I want to make a deal with you."

After Ron finished speaking, he noticed that Harry was looking at him with a mocking expression.

"What kind of look is that?" Ron frowned, indicating that he was offended.

"Is there anything you'd like to do?" Harry smiled without answering. Ron was really stupid, unaware of his own ignorance. "Times have changed, Ron."

"I don't care, all I know is that I'm in love."

Ron was excited. "Harry, I need you to create opportunities for me. I'm going to pursue Granger, and in return, I'll help you get through the final round."

Harry froze upon hearing "Granger," and didn't hear a word Ron said afterward.

"Harry? Harry?" Ron waved his hand in front of Harry's eyes. "Did you hear me?"

"Don't drag me down with you if you're looking to die!" Harry shoved Ron's hand away, pulling and dragging him off. "Get out of here, and don't say you've seen me!"

"Why? Are you crazy?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Do you know who Granger's sweetheart is?" Harry shoved Ron hard to the ground.

"He is that gentleman, Moriarty!"

"That person, I imagine you wouldn't want to mention either!"

After Harry finished speaking, he kicked the sofa in frustration. Although Moriarty was no longer at Hogwarts, traces of him were still left in the castle. Harry had always chosen to ignore them, but people kept mentioning Moriarty to him.

Ron was limp on the ground, unaware that his limbs were trembling uncontrollably!

There was only one voice in my mind.

"Her beloved is that gentleman Moriarty!"

"Moriarty! Moriarty!"

Ron suddenly broke down and screamed, "Aaaaaah!!!"

Harry, annoyed by the shouting, yelled, "Get out of here, you idiot!"

"Everyone knows Granger is Moriarty's girlfriend, only you, you idiot, still want to make a move on her!"

"Please, go back to St. Mungo's and stay there. Never come back!"

After Harry finished speaking, he kicked Ron out.

Meanwhile, Draco found Neville in the library and told him what he had seen and heard.

“Harry and Ron have both changed,” Neville said sadly, then sighed deeply. “What should I do? Hogwarts is under Gump’s curse; sending messages out is too risky.”

"Mr. Moriarty, if you were facing this predicament, what would you do?"

Neville slowly walked out of the library, and after a few steps, he suddenly saw a snow-white rabbit hop to his feet!