The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 628 The Age of Magic!

"Ishcher!"

Moriarty screamed and rushed toward Daenerys Targaryen, who was lying on the ground, he had never seen Ishcher so vulnerable.

After checking on her condition, Moriarty breathed a sigh of relief; Ishcher had simply fainted.

Moriarty turned Ishcher over and lifted her up in a princess carry. As he touched her arm, a fierce glint flashed in Moriarty's eyes.

"This is…"

"Traces of magic!"

Ishcher's left arm was white and smooth, like a work of art made of solidified jade, exquisite and alluring.

But the right arm!

It was small and thin, with dry skin covered in wrinkles and bumps like goosebumps, and a dull, yellowish-brown color.

Even more terrifying was that, right before Moriarty's eyes, it was shrinking little by little!

"What's wrong with Daenerys Targaryen?"

Lilith and Diana approached, their beautiful eyes filled with worry. After this war, everyone's relationship had become closer.

When they saw the condition of Ishcher's right arm, they both gasped in shock.

"Oh no," Lilith shook her head sadly, her dark eyes misting over, "this is too cruel for Ishcher."

Ischel is a top-tier figure on Moriarty's side, whether in terms of looks, physique, temperament, or ability.

However, the condition of her right arm was too cruel for a girl, and it was also a significant blow to Daenerys Targaryen.

"If Daenerys had a way to break or stop it, she wouldn't have fainted without a sound," Diana said, equally grief-stricken.

Ishcher was already the second most important person on their side, and even she fell victim to it...

Diana couldn't bear to watch any longer.

"No matter what, I will heal her," Moriarty said firmly, picking up Ishcher and walking towards the edge of the battlefield.

"Lockhart! I'm leaving everything here to you. I'm going back to Slytherin Castle now."

Moriarty summoned Lockhart, hoping that he could extract a lot of information from the Fairy King through interrogation, but he had more important things to do right now!

Lockhart bowed deeply behind Moriarty.

As intelligent as he was, how could he not see that Moriarty was entrusting him with an important task?

It wasn't just in the wizarding world—Lockhart looked up at the sky and saw British military and official planes flying in, cameras clicking, and magnesium lights illuminating the brutal battlefield even more brightly.

"All of this will be remembered by history!"

Lockhart felt a fire burning in his chest, his emotions surging.

He wanted to shout: "A new era has arrived!"

Lockhart surveyed the battlefield. After a fierce battle, the city of London was in decent condition overall, though the ground looked as if it had been bulldozed several times.

Shouts, cries for help, cheers, sobs, screams...

The chaos foreshadows a new order, built from the ruins!

Lockhart looked at his teammates: Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the two sworn enemies, strolling arm in arm.

The Hogwarts students gathered around Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape—Snape's dark wizard robes were torn to shreds, but this time no one said he looked like the old bat, because he had protected the young wizards on many occasions in battle.

Quirrell, Leon, and a group of outstanding graduates seamlessly integrated into the government and military, working together to wipe out the remaining troops.

Moody, an old Auror from the Order of the Phoenix, was injured. He set an example for elite Aurors from all over the world and is now receiving treatment with the other members.

Many other wizards and Aurors gave their passion and even their lives in this war.

"They are the cornerstones of the new era."

Lockhart sighed with tears in his eyes as he strode toward the official and military representatives, as well as the reporters who had come to hear the news.

"Now it's my turn to take possession of the benefits and rights that we are entitled to."

"This world is no longer ruled by Muggles!"

"Young Master, you can rest assured and leave it to me."

Lockhart at this moment had an awakening, an awakening to himself, and in the process of finding this awakening, he realized his own meaning.

Lockhart glanced one last time at Moriarty, whose young master had just walked out of the battlefield, the morning sun casting its rays on his back.

The next moment, Moriarty picked up Ishcher and flew into the sky.

Moriarty unleashed his full magic and flew back to Slytherin Castle in no time.

"Young Master, you're back!"

As soon as Moriarty entered, the house-elf Luke and the goblin Ingo rushed to greet him.

"Darling~" Narcissa rushed towards Moriarty, who had no choice but to reach out a hand to catch her. Narcissa was the only one of Moriarty's women who had not gone to the battlefield; she was practically restless at home, filled with worry.

Narcissa wept with joy upon seeing Moriarty return safely.

Moriarty, having no time to be affectionate with Narcissa, led Ishcher into the master bedroom and laid her flat on the large bed.

Ishcher remained unconscious, her angelic face and devilish figure still captivating; ignoring her right arm, it appeared normal.

The key is this right arm!

What kind of magic has it cast?

On the way, Moriarty recalled the entire course of the war, every conversation, every clash, and every spell!

The cause of Ishcher's right arm injury remains unknown.

"We were perfectly fine when we entered the alchemy space together..."

Moriarty analyzed a detail: in the alchemical space, Ishcher tore the space apart with her right arm, and at that time, Ishcher was completely unharmed.

"That means the magic on the right arm was only cast after we left!"

"After we got out, we destroyed Ralpo, then light descended, and we confronted the light..."

"It couldn't be Larpo—if Larpo had that ability, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly that he wouldn't dare to show his face."

"It's not Gamp either. If Gamp had such abilities, he wouldn't be waiting for the light to come."

"That is light..."

Moriarty's eyes narrowed instantly. He activated the Alchemy Matrix, and the previous battle unfolded before his eyes like a replay. Upon closer inspection, Moriarty noticed a point.

"The only time Ishcher came into contact with light, her right arm passed right through it!"

"If we determined that it wasn't a physical object, could it be that time was tampered with?"

"If that's the case, doesn't that mean the light that appeared earlier was itself a manifestation of magic?"

"What kind of magic is it that can manifest a human form?"

"It's one thing to be humanoid, but to inflict such bizarre damage is another."

Moriarty glanced at Ishicher, feeling somewhat guilty. He had placed too much faith in the alchemical portal's effects, which had allowed Ishicher to come into contact with the light. In that instant, Ishicher's right arm was struck by magic.

"Could this be the power of the light element?"

"But is the overwhelming suppressive force, the power of authority, manifested in the aura of light and darkness, actually acting on the human body?"

Moriarty frowned unusually, and Ishcher's injury on his right arm had worsened, but he knew nothing about the element of light!

and many more?

Isichell's right arm?

Before, my skin was dry, wrinkled, and dull. What happened to it?

The entire right arm had turned into rotting flesh! The blood on it was also a dirty, grayish-yellow color.

"Waaah..."

Ishcher let out a whimper while unconscious, and Moriarty thought she must be in a lot of pain.

"Ishicher..."

Ah!

But why?

Is the right arm changing again?

Moriarty saw the flesh on his right arm slowly disappearing, revealing a little bit of white light—it was bone!

In an instant, Moriarty's mind seemed to be struck by lightning. He realized that Ishcher's right arm was not afflicted by a curse-like magical attack.

It's actually aging!

The arm, once vibrant like that of an 18-year-old girl, became the arm of an old woman, then the arm in a dying state, and finally the arm that slowly rotted after death.

Skin peels away, flesh rots, and eventually only bones remain!

(A new volume begins, let's cheer on Ah Hong and her brothers!)

(End of this chapter)