The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 65 Quirinas Quirrell (Please read on!)

"Greece is the birthplace of black magic. Vampires, werewolves, fairies, mummies, dark elves... all sorts of big and small figures in the dark world naturally flock here. It has to be said, vampires make money the most."

The middle-aged man grinned, revealing his true colors as a businessman feigning sincerity.

He glanced around and whispered to Moriarty, "Werewolves are irritable, mummies are hard to communicate with, and dark elves are arrogant, but vampires are different. Long-lived creatures have never had very good memories. They can sleep too much and often forget how much gold they have, and they can't keep accounts either, haha."

The waiter brought over three glasses of wine. The red Bloody Mary was taken by the uncle, Moriarty pushed the clear lemonade to Lilith, and then sipped the amber-colored Long Island Ice.

Lilith stared wide-eyed at the waiter's pale wrists and sharp teeth: "Moriarty, they are—vampires?"

"The fact that I discovered it thirty seconds earlier than I expected means your mood wasn't affected," Moriarty glanced at her and said softly. "Clearly, this is a vampire bar!"

"Wow, that's cool!" The young lady, who deals with the law all day, was even more excited, sipping her lemonade and glancing around.

The middle-aged man downed the wine and potion in one gulp, smacking his lips with satisfaction: "To be precise, the waiters here are half-vampires!"

Lilith was somewhat surprised: "Vampires are divided into purebloods and half-bloods?"

"Yes." The uncle nodded: "Half-vampires are also called mixed-blood vampires. You can think of them as mixed-blood wizards in Europe. Most of the vampires in Shengbosaran are mixed-bloods."

The mastermind behind Shengbosalan is a pure-blooded vampire, also known as a noble vampire. According to my grandfather, he is a vampire duke who has lived for over seven hundred years.

"A vampire duke?" Moriarty picked up the conversation, his tone suggestive. "There haven't been many vampire dukes in the last thousand years. Do you know which clan this duke belongs to? Cain? Dracula? Quinlan? Bluebeard? Or Old Jew?"

"If it weren't for your age, I would have thought you were a vampire hunter!" The uncle's expression changed, and he looked at Moriarty with more seriousness, giving him an awkward smile.

"Greek vampires have very little connection with the ancient undead races of Europe, to my knowledge there is none. So I'm not very clear whether the vampire duke of Sanbosaran has any connection with European vampires."

Most vampires here worship female vampires, such as Countess Karnstein, commonly known as Camilla, and the maid Ampsa, who is also a female vampire.

"I hear people talking about female vampires!" a soft female voice called out. "Kids, want to see a female vampire? Come with me~"

A charming woman walked over, and the guests suddenly stopped what they were doing and stared at her intently.

This was unusual. Moriarty observed the guest's reaction and concluded that this woman had the blood of a Meva.

Her exquisite face was captivating, and she wore only a black lace nightgown, revealing large swathes of her slender figure and fair skin.

She squeezed herself between Moriarty and Lilith's seats, flashing them a charming smile.

Lilith said with some annoyance, "Are you a vampire or a succubus?"

"That's rude~" The woman giggled and reached out a finger to touch Lilith's chin. Lilith dodged, and the woman smiled seductively: "Naughty~"

"Quiet down, Mrs. Kova," the uncle advised. "Don't get any funny ideas about them. They're not people you can mess with. I'm telling you."

Ms. Kova walked up to the man like a slut: "Boss Uria, you can't monopolize all the foreigners, can you? Last time you wouldn't let me touch that red-haired Englishman, and now... these two—you won't let me touch them either?"

The middle-aged man disgustedly shook Mrs. Kova off him, a hint of displeasure flashing through his mind. "That red-haired Englishman is carrying Dumbledore's souvenir. I didn't let you touch it for everyone's safety!"

Unfortunately, the uncle could only keep these thoughts to himself and couldn't say them aloud.

Lady Kova didn't care. Seeing that the uncle didn't speak, she assumed he had given his consent and continued to seduce Moriarty.

"Get out of the way! If you don't want to be nailed to the cross, get out of the way!" a shrill voice rang out from behind Mrs. Kova.

Lady Kova was furious; in Shengbosalan, no one had ever scolded her before!

"You dare? Nail me to a cross! Ha, who do you think you are?"

"I'm not referring to myself, though I could kill you too—in fact, I killed a vampire in the Dark Forest of Ireland not long ago. I'm referring to the object of your seduction—this young gentleman." The shrill voice spoke in English, drawing the attention of Moriarty and Lilith.

This man had a typical English face, with a ruddy complexion and black eyes. His bright eyes swept over Moriarty, flashing a hint of goodwill.

He extended his hand to Moriarty: "I recognized you as soon as you arrived. I read that novel last year! My name is Quirinus Quirinus! I graduated from Ravenclaw House at Hogwarts."

"You're Quirrell?" Moriarty didn't answer, but Lilith exclaimed, "I heard from upperclassmen that Professor Quirrell of Muggle Studies took a leave of absence last year, supposedly to travel. I never expected..."

Lilith looked Quirrell up and down. He looked fine, but his clothes were less than impressive. He was wearing a purple wizard's robe and smelled strongly of garlic.

At the same time, Moriarty remembered Quirrell, the poor man whose head was possessed by Voldemort, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the 1991-1992 school year.

It is now 1989, and Quirrell has not yet been possessed.

"Ding-dong~ Host detected Quirrell's presence. Mission issued: Prevent Quirrell from being possessed by Voldemort! Mission duration: 10 days. Reward: 5000 points. Penalty: The host will be completely drained by Madam Kova!"

"Hmm?" Moriarty asked curiously, "The punishment for this mission isn't elimination?"

The system replied: "Last year was the host's first year in this world. In order to urge the host to complete the task as soon as possible, this system issued the punishment of eliminating the host."

Through a year of hard work, the host has already laid the foundation and gained the resources to become a behind-the-scenes big boss, so this system will naturally not eliminate the host!

If the host's attitude becomes negative, or the task completion rate is low, the punishment will be elimination. The host is encouraged to continue striving to become the mastermind behind the scenes as soon as possible!

Moriarty smiled knowingly, at the ruthless system.

After receiving the mission, Moriarty and Quirrell shook hands lightly, and Moriarty invited Quirrell to sit to his right.

Then he dismissed Mrs. Kova, who glared at Quirrell fiercely, fanned herself under her nose, and hurried away.

Quirrell chuckled, "The smell of garlic is still quite effective for half-vampires."

"You sound like you're quite familiar with vampires," Moriarty asked casually.

"I wouldn't say we're familiar with each other, we've just crossed paths," Quirrell said casually. "As I mentioned before, last year in Ireland, I encountered a vampire, fought him for a long time before finally killing him, and found a jar of ashes in his coffin. I followed the ashes to Athens."

"In a sense, a coffin represents a vampire's identity and status. For a half-vampire, owning a coffin is as significant as a human owning a villa," the uncle added.

"Last year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was a vampire," Lilith suddenly said. "I think he might be a half-vampire."

"It must be a hybrid." Moriarty confirmed her statement. He recalled the large box he had seen in Professor Randy's office, which contained liquid that was likely animal blood—Dumbledore wouldn't provide him with human blood, and pure-blooded vampires couldn't drink animal blood.

Quirrell sighed, "Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts? I've been traveling to gain more experience. I'm planning to apply to Professor Dumbledore to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the 1991-1992 school year! The competition is fierce!"

"As far as I know, Dumbledore already has a new professor in mind for the 1991-1992 academic year," Moriarty said tactfully. "You can wait until next year, or travel to Western Europe."

After getting to know Quirrell, Moriarty thought the man was quite good—intelligent, bold, and respectful of Moriarty—so Quirrell was worth cultivating.

Even without the system mission, Moriarty wouldn't have watched him go to Albania to die.

To everyone's surprise, Quirrell shook his head and said firmly, "I've decided to go to Albania next month. I've heard there are some strange things hidden in the forests there, and I'm going to find out more and report back to Professor Dumbledore! This will be a valuable adventure for me!"

Moriarty sighed inwardly. It seemed that the only way to stop Quirrell from being possessed by Voldemort was through some means.

At this moment, he noticed that the uncle hadn't said a word and his eyes were darting around, realizing that something was wrong.

Moriarty thought for a moment, and then he fell silent after they mentioned "Dumbledore".

Regarding the system's punishment of eliminating the host: My initial thought was this: I was afraid the system would overshadow Moriarty, causing you all to focus on the system and ignore him. I also didn't want you to say Moriarty was the system's puppet, which is why I made the system simple and straightforward. Actually, I can make the system's punishments more varied and interesting, so you can rest assured that starting from this volume, the system will also be quite unpredictable.

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(End of this chapter)