The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 670 What do the gods have to do with Violet?

Pope, why are you suddenly so serious?

Looking at the Pope, who seemed more confident, he said softly, "The organization's true wealth is neither money nor power. Whatever the conditions, the organization can meet them; whatever the situation, the organization can handle it with ease."

"Very well," the Pope nodded, unscrewed his scepter, took out an ancient scroll of parchment, and handed it to Guang: "The Papacy believes in a savior god; this is the condition required for the god's descent."

As Guang received the parchment, its soft texture brought a sense of comfort to his heart, as if the parchment carried a touch of divine power!

"Having been handled by a deity, its divine power remains undiminished for a thousand years," Guang said, exchanging a glance with Gamp. "It seems we've been lucky enough to find a reliable deity."

Light discovered from the multiverse that there is a god behind the Vatican, but there is no information about the god, not even his name or abilities.

This search for the Pope is like opening a blind box—full of uncertainty.

Judging from this scroll of parchment, this deity seems to be very powerful.

Gamp walked over to Guang, and the two read the text together.

"Ancient Roman script? Ancient Roman incantations?"

Gamp and Guang exchanged glances again, then continued reading with great interest.

There was absolutely no situation where they couldn't understand it. The Pope, who was standing to the side, remained silent. His previous arrogance had completely vanished.

"In the multiverse, the pantheon is as numerous and branching as a tree."

"The Savior God favored the Holy Roman Empire, leaving behind faith and redeeming believers."

"The savior god belongs to the world pantheon, with the creator, savior, and destroyer gods coexisting."

"A miracle has been discovered; the gods have descended."

"The Creator God awoke from oblivion, ushered in an era, and the world was renewed."

"The savior descends from contradictions, the scales are just, and he redeems the world."

"The God of Destruction is born from prosperity, destroying time and space, and annihilating the world."

After reading it, Ganpu and Guang looked at each other for the third time, staring at each other in bewilderment.

"Are these the conditions that need to be met for a god to descend?"

"The mysteries of God are indeed different. Humph. This minister would never become such a god."

Gamp clearly disliked the Riddler; as someone who always held power, he typically adopted a "take what you need" approach, a logic that obviously didn't apply to the gods.

A hint of joy finally appeared on the Pope's face, but he feigned nonchalance: "If a savior were to descend, why would the Papacy be confined to the Vatican? Gentlemen, I advise you not to waste your time. Perhaps the deity has already abandoned this continent and his followers."

"You're the Pope! If even the Pope can't maintain his faith, it would be a miracle if a savior could descend. How dare you say such a thing? You're shameless, like Merlin without underwear!"

Gamp couldn't stand the Pope's weakness and indecisiveness, so he started criticizing him. How could the Pope be a match for Gamp, who was all talk and no action? The Pope was so badly criticized that his head drooped to his chest and his ears turned red.

"The inability of the gods to descend is not the Pope's fault."

As he spoke slowly and deliberately, the Pope listened as if hearing celestial music.

"Minister, look, it says above that the savior descends amidst contradictions. What are contradictions?"

"Saving the world and destroying the world are contradictory. The annihilation of the world and the prosperity of the world are contradictory."

"I foresee that when annihilation and prosperity coexist in this world, the savior will have the opportunity to descend."

"Prosperity goes without saying. Apart from Africa, which country in the world isn't more prosperous than the Vatican?" Gampo glared at the Pope with disdain. "The East, the West, and North America all fit the description of prosperity."

"What about annihilation?"

Light smiled and said, "There is no annihilation, but annihilation can be created."

"You, me, Larpo, all our trump cards, all our wisdom, all our plans, we'll use them all."

Guang repeated Ganpu's words, his eyes growing increasingly cold.

"If we used it all on Hogwarts, wouldn't that destroy Hogwarts?"

Gamp understood the meaning of light.

"The world's splendor belongs to all; Hogwarts can only await its fate of annihilation!"

"Hmph, this is a necessary condition for the savior to descend!"

Gump was full of fighting spirit again. He looked forward to seeing Hogwarts destroyed and the gods descend.

"When we strike, we must kill our opponent! Otherwise, we're just nurturing our own gravedigger!" Light's tone shifted: "This time, we can't afford another mistake!"

Then, Guang politely said to the Pope, "Your Holiness, let us prepare for the arrival of the deity."

The Pope swallowed hard and nodded silently.

No one knows what happened in the Vatican.

The weekend at Hogwarts was peaceful and serene.

The professors and students seemed to have returned to their old lives, except for Violet Ventura, who was quite unaccustomed to it.

Violet found Moriarty in the Slytherin common room.

"I can't sleep at night after leaving my owner's embrace."

Violet, oblivious to everyone else, threw herself into Moriarty's arms, nuzzling her head against him as if she wanted to melt into him.

Seeing this, Marcus quickly told the little snake in the common room to leave, making full use of his role as a follower to leave space for Moriarty and Violet to have intimate contact.

In an instant, only two people remained in the common room.

Violet became even more excited, and she and Moriarty rolled onto the sofa while kissing.

"Master, please keep me company tonight."

Violet's eyes were unfocused, and she had dark circles under her eyes, which made Moriarty feel sorry for her.

He held her tightly in his arms, breathing in her fresh, clean scent, which also carried a faint hint of blood, adding a touch of sinister allure.

"How about we go to the Room of Requirement tonight?"

"Mmm, that's so sweet!" Violet exclaimed with delight, showering him with a kiss, wiggling her little legs, and whispering, "What items does Master need me to prepare?"

"Hehe... Bring all the ones we used to play with, and the more the better, of course." Moriarty couldn't help but laugh as he thought of certain scenes.

Being with Violet always offers unique ways to play, unique experiences, and unique thrills.

Moriarty and Violet kissed goodbye and made a promise to meet again late at night.

This would require the two of them to sneak out of their Slytherin dormitories at night, which was no big deal for them.

However, nighttime strolls were the main theme of Hogwarts' nights, and Moriarty and Violet were far from the only ones who slipped out of their dormitories.

"Ron Weasley?"

"Did you run away to drown your sorrows in alcohol?"

Through the window, Moriarty saw a young red-haired wizard carrying a bottle of wine, staggering along the wall towards Hagrid's hut.

Of all the red-haired people left in the castle, only the unhappy Ron remains.

"As a Slytherin prefect, it is my duty to report students who stay out at night," Moriarty said to Violet with righteous indignation.

"To protect Ron's safety, it's necessary to tell Professor McGonagall to send a message to Hagrid now and ask him to protect him secretly."

"Look how righteous your senior is. Ron is jealous of me, but I'm thinking about his safety." Moriarty clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Ah!" Violet seemed to remember something, grabbing Moriarty's arm: "Vantora, you sneaked out at night, violating school rules. Please give her a light punishment, senior!"

"Are you sure this is just a mild punishment?"

"Hmm~ A severe punishment would be fine too..." Violet's face turned redder than a tomato, and her beautiful eyes blinked with a faint golden light.

Moriarty was enjoying the view when he suddenly saw a ghost float past the window!

"Huh? What's Tom doing out so late?"

"Oh, forget about him, let's punish Vantrotine." Violet coiled around him like a water snake.

This princess doesn't care about ghosts or anything like that; no one can stop me from playing "punishment games" with my master Moriarty.

Even gods won't do it!

Violet clung to Moriarty like a sloth.

(Thanks for your votes, brothers!)

(End of this chapter)