The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 66 Living with Lilith (Please add to your favorites!)

Having grasped this situation, Moriarty subtly steered the conversation toward Dumbledore, and Quirrell readily complimented Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore was always so tolerant of his students!"

"Dumbledore is the best headmaster besides the four leaders!"

"Professor Dumbledore has a magical ability to help people quickly find suitable jobs. I knew this from my first day at school; many students were willing to do things for him!"

The man's leg trembled slightly, and Moriarty spoke up at the opportune moment: "A wizard from Hogwarts came here. Did you receive him or her? Am I right, Boss Uriah?"

"..." The uncle's lips trembled a few times, then he pursed his lips. Moriarty took out a sapphire and pushed it in front of the uncle. The uncle's greedy eyes swept over the gem, and finally he helplessly lowered his hand and shook his head.

Moriarty and Lilith exchanged a glance. Well, it seemed they were planning to say nothing at all.

Without making things difficult for the old man, Moriarty silently put away the gem, and Lilith changed the subject, asking about the local cuisine.

The uncle breathed a sigh of relief, regained his usual shrewdness, and smiled as he introduced Lilith to the local delicacies and magical foods.

Quirrell, however, with a deep look in his eyes, quietly asked Moriarty, "At first I thought you were on a date, but now it seems Professor Dumbledore sent you to investigate?"

"Investigation? Is there anything unusual in Athens that needs to be investigated?" Moriarty didn't answer Quiro, but instead continued along with his words.

Quirrell thought for a moment and shook his head: "If there is anything, it's that there are more vampires on the streets."

Moriarty recalled the vampire he encountered in Diagon Alley; perhaps there were more vampires in England now…

Moriarty and his three companions chatted in Semporna until dusk, and no one disturbed them. They returned to the Senburg Hotel when they grew hungry.

The hotel has the exterior of a temple, but the interior is extremely luxurious, with a tall counter placed in the lobby directly opposite the entrance.

Quirrell had already booked a room when he arrived; it was room 406 on the 4th floor. He instructed the uncle to bring his dinner upstairs before returning to his room.

It was Moriarty and Lilith's turn to order, but they didn't have a room yet.

While Moriarty was looking through the recipes, Lilith took out twenty Galleons, tiptoed and quietly placed them on the counter, then held up an index finger to the uncle.

The middle-aged man accepted the gold coins without leaving a trace, smiled knowingly, and then said to Moriarty with a regretful tone, "Sir? It's such a pity, there's only the last room on the 7th floor left in the shop."

"Huh?" Lilith looked at Moriarty with feigned confusion. "How about we don't stay here?" She looked outside and pouted. "But it's already dark, sir. Are there really no other rooms?"

"No, if there were, I would have arranged it for you already. Sigh, I should have told them to reserve an extra room for you sooner!" The uncle mentally gave Lilith a thumbs up, but his face showed a look of deep regret.

"Let's book one," Moriarty said briefly. "Tell me the room number and the price. We'll stay for five days."

The man quickly waved his hand: "The value of the ruby ​​far exceeds the value of this hotel! So you are my honored guest. The Senburg Hotel always welcomes you, and everything is free for you! Your room number is 777, and I will personally bring you dinner!"

On the way to room 777, Lilith couldn't contain her joy and smiled at Moriarty, saying, "Uncle, you're such a wonderful person, aren't you?"

"Yes," Moriarty rarely praised a foreigner, "this uncle is sweet-talking and has the shrewdness typical of businessmen, but he keeps his word and is very tight-lipped."

Moriarty had a plan to send Lockhart and old Flint to Athens to open a shop, and Uncle Uriah was a potential partner.

After entering the room, Lilith flopped onto the large bed, her heart pounding. She wished she could skip dinner and washing up and go straight to sleep!

However, she saw Moriarty take a small bag out of his pocket, and then take a small tent out of the bag!

As the tent slowly grew larger, transforming into the shape of a small manor—thankfully the rooms were big enough—Lilith was dumbfounded.

"This is a magical tent with a Seamless Stretching Charm that people use to watch the Quidditch World Cup!" Lilith said dryly. "People only use it when they have families to support them, what are you doing carrying it around..."

"Luke bought it in Diagon Alley, this is the smallest size." Moriarty shrugged, looking completely nonchalant. "What's the point of carrying it? To live in, of course, have you lost your mind to a vampire?"

"Aaaaaah—Moriarty~" Lilith threw a cushion at Moriarty, her hair falling loose. "You did this on purpose!"

"The number 7 has a lot of magic in Greece," Moriarty said seriously, dodging the cushion. "I just think something interesting might happen in room 777."

"What's wrong?"

"For example, a vampire might attack in the middle of the night and suck the little witch's virgin blood?"

"Are you trying to out-tell dirty jokes with me, Mr. Moriarty?" Lilith sat up in bed, looking at Moriarty defiantly. "Isn't it more like the flirtatious Lady Kova sitting on top of the little wizard in the middle of the night, draining him dry until the last drop?"

"It seems only Gemma can rival you in this regard," Moriarty thought of the system's punishment and wisely ended the conversation. He chased the peacocks out of the tent. "You just mentioned the Quidditch World Cup? I think Jericho mentioned it at the castle party, it seems to be sometime next year?"

"Yes! That's right, the World Cup is held every four years, and next year is 1990! It's being held in Canada." Lilith saw the peacocks and laughed, "Whenever there's a World Cup match, the Malfoy family brings their peacock tents, and I bet it will be the same next year."

"A flashy but impractical pureblood," Moriarty shook his head. "I'm going to throw this tent away when I get back. Malfoy's taste is too ostentatious. Luke must have bought me one of every kind of tent!"

"I knew your taste had become so extravagant. By the way, wanna watch the World Cup together next year?" Lilith pouted, rolling around on the bed listlessly, completely abandoning her ladylike image.

"Canada isn't far from the United States, and Jericho will definitely invite me and his family to watch the game together," Moriarty said as he crawled into the tent. "If I have time, I'll go to the United States first."

"I see... You're always so restless." Lilith shook her head regretfully.

A few minutes later, the uncle brought dinner to the door: grilled meat skewers, Greek cheese, Greek seafood, mountain village salad...

After tasting it, Moriarty commented casually, "The seafood tastes better than the seafood feast Luke made."

Lilith was puzzled, but she ate with relish.

After wiping her mouth with a tissue, Lilith asked, "Speaking of which, Quirrell is a pretty good guy. Do you want to recruit him?"

Moriarty glanced at Lilith, who at this moment resembled a lady again, and even possessed a hint of queenly demeanor.

"It's just you and me here," Lilith raised her beautiful eyebrows, "You still won't reveal a little bit of your true feelings? Fine, don't blame me for not warning you."

"I want Quirrell! He's half-blood, but he's quite well-known in wizarding families."

"This is exactly the kind of talent you need. Go for it, girl. Quirrell will never be content to be second to anyone."

Moriarty remarked meaningfully that it was too early to bring Quirrell under his wing; the important thing now was to stop Quirrell from going to the Albanian forests.

We can't exactly tie Quirrell up, can we? Or saw off his legs?

"What are you thinking about, Moriarty?" Lilith asked softly.

Moriarty casually remarked, "Think of Quidditch," and then crawled into the tent.

Lilith was on the bed reading a magic book, but she was actually distracted. She glanced at the large tent on the carpet, feeling utterly disappointed.

What boy would be thinking about Quidditch the whole time he's living in the same room as a girl?

Merlin above! Am I not charming enough?

Lilith suddenly remembered Mrs. Kova's sexy curves. Could it be...?

She recalled Tonks' bright smile, Gemma's daring dirty jokes, and Penelope's shy face; at least she was now more than a step ahead.

Summer vacation has just begun, and she has plenty of time! Lilith clenched her little fists, cheering herself on.

The two, each with their own thoughts, did not notice the several dark figures outside the Senburg Hotel, watching the room lights from the outside until Lilith turned off the lights and went to sleep, at which point the figures left.

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