The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 70 The French Underground Exchange (Votes needed!)

Moriarty, of course, did not rush into the French Ministry of Magic. He cautiously used the Disillusionment Charm to observe the process of entering the Ministry of Magic.

Less than three minutes later, a bald, middle-aged man approached, looking like a Ministry of Magic official.

He first registered with his wand, and then the roots of the trees around the fountain rose from the ground, forming a birdcage elevator around him. He took the elevator to the underground Ministry of Magic.

Moriarty, of course, couldn't hand over his wand for registration; he had once drawn a bottle of Polyjuice Potion, and now it was time to put it to use.

Just as he was about to knock out a Ministry of Magic official, the birdcage elevator opened again, and a large group of people walked out. The short, stout man at the head of the group kept saying to the people beside him, "Mr. Delacour, I understand your feelings very well, but you must also understand our difficulties..."

A man with black hair and a small, wispy black beard roared, interrupting the short, stout man: "This very morning, my daughter was kidnapped! My wife was attacked! My poor little girl is crying her eyes out in fear! I want to see you take a hard line, find my daughter, and ensure her safety!"

"Quiet down, Mr. Delacour!" The short, stout man pressed his palms down in a gesture of deliberation, desperately trying to salvage the conversation. "We've already dispatched all the Aurors within Paris! But as you know, your daughter was kidnapped by certain races of the underworld—"

"It is precisely because the people of the dark world kidnapped my daughter that your Auror Office should help me even more!" Mr. Delacour was extremely anxious. He forced himself not to imagine what would happen to his daughter if she fell into the hands of those inhuman bastards; it would be torture for a father!

"You didn't understand me!" The short, stout man seemed to have had enough, his tone icy cold. "I'm saying, have you ever considered this question—why would people from the underworld kidnap your daughter? Perhaps it's related to her bloodline! I've heard that the price of succubi in underground trading places has been rising steadily in recent months!"

Mr. Delacour's face turned deathly pale, then flushed red. It took him three seconds to understand what he meant, and he trembled with rage: "What do you mean?"

However, the short, stout man had already walked away, leading his men up to the elevator.

Mr. Delacour was about to chase after him to argue when he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness!

It turned out that Moriarty had used Legilimency on him to find the address and access method of the underground trading place, which was located under a metro station in the southeast corner of Paris.

After a brief moment of distraction, Mr. Delacour suddenly remembered his daughter, gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and rushed to the underground exchange.

Half an hour later, Moriarty arrived at the underground exchange ahead of time. It was a mess, like an open-air night market, with few shops and stalls everywhere. Few sellers or buyers could stay for a week straight.

Moriarty squinted. The lighting here was too dim, and the ground was full of large cages and metal boxes. You could easily trip over them if you weren't careful.

If you unfortunately trip and fall, not to mention those unscrupulous sellers who might drug you, turn you into a specimen, decorate you, and sell you for a good price, even the magical creatures kept in cages might eat you.

Of course, if you're lucky, you might fall next to the cabinet where the mermaid is imprisoned, and enjoy the beauty's favor before you die.

"A 12-year-old mixed-race virgin! Price: 5,000 Galleons. Anyone interested?"

A hoarse voice came from the center of the underground exchange, where there was a small red shop. Three werewolves stood at the shop entrance, using ropes to hang a little girl with her hands and feet bound upside down from the shop door!

The little girl, dressed in a white princess dress, was already a stunning beauty despite not being fully grown. Tears streamed down her fair face as she shifted restlessly, arousing the perverse lust in people.

One by one, menacing-looking people dressed in bizarre costumes surged toward the little red shop from all directions, and Moriarty was pushed along by the crowd until he got closer.

One of the werewolves, to make it clearer for everyone to see, placed a large lamp in front of the girl's face. A ray of light reflected from the girl's silver hair onto Moriarty's profile, and the girl and Moriarty made eye contact, seeing each other's faces clearly.

"A half-breed girl dares to ask for five thousand Galleons? Your werewolf community is getting increasingly shady!"

Noise soon arose from the crowd; they were mingling in the underworld and were unwilling to pay obediently.

"That's right! I'll take the three hundred Galleons, I don't want a single Nat!"

"Hehehe, 400 Galleons, I'll take it!"

"Five hundred Galleons! Five hundred Galleons! That's the most I can do!"

People kept pushing the price down to hundreds, but the werewolf wouldn't have it.

"Shut up, all of you!" the werewolf leader roared at the crowd. "She's a succubus! Just the word 'succubus' is worth two thousand Galleons! And look at this little girl's figure, after a few more years, hehe! You can do whatever you want with her!"

The werewolf glanced at the little girl with regret: "If it weren't for the money, I would have taken her myself long ago! And as you all know, those vampires have been going crazy lately, harassing the elves. As a female elf, the Elves have naturally become targets of the vampires. Five thousand Galleons is quite a bargain for vampires!"

Was this the first time Moriarty had heard of vampires causing trouble for elves? If what this werewolf said was true, five thousand Galleons really wasn't expensive. Any pure-blooded vampire had lived for hundreds of years, so taking out five thousand Galleons was as easy as pulling a pair of white gloves out of their pocket.

Sure enough, a white-haired vampire in a long red cloak shouted from the crowd, "Five thousand Galleons, deal! Keep the girl for me! She's mine."

"No problem!" The werewolf nodded with a smile, provoking strong dissatisfaction among the crowd: "Grigori, are you afraid of vampires?"

"I think you're just afraid of vampires! Werewolves and vampires used to be mortal enemies; werewolves would sabotage anything a vampire did! This time, Gorgri caught Meva and didn't bite the girl immediately, but instead wanted to sell her to vampires? That's a way of currying favor with vampires!"

"Does this mean werewolves are bowing down to vampires?"

The crowd became restless, and with the help of some people, they slowly moved towards the store entrance.

Moriarty noticed that many people had ambition in their eyes; they wanted to rob him outright!

The vampires also noticed this, and more than a dozen vampires revealed their identities and demanded that Meva be taken away.

"I offer ten thousand Galleons." Moriarty's voice, amplified by his "loud voice," resounded throughout the underground exchange, reaching the ears of everyone and every magical creature.

Thousands of eyes were fixed on Moriarty, but he didn't even look at them. He just stared at the little girl, his eyes occasionally flashing with greed, as if he really wanted the half-breed Mewtwo.

The white-haired vampire grinned maliciously at Moriarty: "I've noticed you're not a vampire! Are you sure you want to be an enemy of the immortals?"

In an instant, all the vampires present turned hostile towards Moriarty.

In response, Moriarty looked around, smiled slightly, and delivered the prepared statement.

"I came to visit Countess Swann in Paris with a letter from Madame Kova of Greece! Madame Swann's son, Randy, told me that his mother has recently developed a fondness for drinking the virgin blood of a Werewolf. I thought I'd try my luck here, and to my surprise, I was quite fortunate."

Moriarty glanced at the little girl, waved his cedarwood wand, and ten fist-sized emeralds flew into the air, sparkling!

The werewolf's eyes widened in disbelief; he was certain that he saw a bright future through the emerald!

The exchange was completely silent, as if no one was there!

The dozen or so vampires looked at each other in bewilderment. Every French vampire had heard of Madame Swann, and Madame Kova from Greece seemed to have some recollection of her as well.

As for Randy? Perhaps he's Mrs. Swann's 272nd child?

The white-haired vampire rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things; those emeralds were too tempting. But he shouted unwillingly, "How will you prove your identity?!"

Moriarty flew the key to Lady Kova's coffin to the white-haired vampire, who actually leaned in and sniffed it!

Judging from his blissful expression, it's hard not to suspect that he may have visited Mrs. Kova's coffin.

Having seemingly had enough of Lady Kova's scent, the white-haired vampire's expression darkened: "It is indeed Lady Kova's scent, but you can't take that wretch away. Leave the emerald behind, and you can get out!"

"Avada Kedavra!" Moriarty raised his hand and unleashed a spell, hitting the white-haired man in the heart without much effort!

"Bang!"

The white-haired vampire collapsed without warning, and an old man and a maid jumped out. The old man shouted, "You killed the young master! You killed the young master! I'll remember you! The lord will not let you get away with this!"

The next moment, the crowd erupted, and people rushed towards the red shop like madmen, fighting over the mixed-race doll.

Some people began to snatch the emeralds in the air, and a few short wizards opened their boxes, releasing night elves and various magical creatures.

"Roar!" A small fireball shot towards the crowd, and a half-grown fire dragon broke through the box and flew into the sky, but was held back by more than a dozen iron chains!

The ground was covered with spiders, poisonous insects, and snakes—these adorable little creatures undoubtedly did Moriarty a great favor.

After the white-haired vampire fell, more than a dozen vampires attacked Moriarty like madmen, but he was prepared and rushed towards the red shop with the crowd.

However, unlike the others, Moriarty's target was the werewolf named Gorgri; he needed to know why the vampires were targeting the elves.

"Whispering Serpents!" Moriarty summoned a large number of serpents, commanding the venomous snakes on the ground to coil around the werewolf's legs!

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