The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Slytherin common room.

Moriarty packed his things, but there wasn't much to take with him except the scabbard of the sword in the lake.

As night fell, Moriarty emerged from Hogwarts Castle, Poseidon perched on his shoulder, and looked back at the campus.

Two figures chased after them from behind.

"Are you just going to leave without saying goodbye?"

Jericho ran up to Moriarty. "You want to defeat Light and Gamp all by yourself?"

Lilith appeared behind Moriarty, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

Moriarty laughed as he watched the two of them, walked over, put his right arm around Lilith's waist, and patted Jericho's shoulder with his left.

"I did not leave without saying goodbye," Moriarty said.

"I'm not going to fight Light and Gamp alone. Why fight one-on-one when we can gang up on each other? Right?"

"And I am not alone, I never have been."

Jericho breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you were up to something. You know, man, you've been acting really strange lately."

"I'm fine," Moriarty shook his head. "I just discovered the true identity of light."

"Who is he?" Lilith asked nervously.

Moriarty looked into Lilith's eyes: "There's an 80% chance it's him. I'm going to verify my findings."

"Once I confirm it, I will write you a letter and ask you to go to China for refuge. Xue'er will take care of you. Europe is a battlefield. Believe me, Guang and Ganpu will wreak havoc in Europe."

"Then why don't you let us go with you?" Jericho said. "Now that you have a guess, let's go and verify it together."

Lilith didn't speak, but simply rested her head on Moriarty's chest.

Rumors circulate that the true identity of the Light is Salazars-Slytherin.

Lilith couldn't imagine the kind of suffering Moriarty would face if it were true.

Lilith only wants to help Moriarty.

"Alright, alright," Moriarty said, looking at his lover in his arms and his best friend beside him. "Let's go together."

Jericho grinned, sticking out his tongue in a signature laugh: "That's more like it! The Slytherin Three Musketeers, on their way!"

"First stop, Pendragon's Castle!"

"Huh?" Lilith wriggled out of Moriarty's arms. "Why there?"

"Why not there?" Moriarty said as he walked briskly, "Lionheart's house, King Arthur's castle!"

"This family is really stubborn. The International Wizarding Association sent word that Lionheart insists on using owl delivery as a means of communication, which forces me to send Poseidon to South America to deliver the message."

As Moriarty spoke, he stuffed the written parchment into Poseidon's claws.

"Leave it to Polly, go ahead."

Poseidon flew away.

"I remember Lionheart was taken away by my older brother," Jericho said curiously. "Why is he in South America?"

"Because Lionheart's punishment was half exile and half tourism," Moriarty said, pleased with his advice to Lockhart. "Now it seems that sentencing Lionheart would be falling into the Light's trap."

"We still need Lionheart to enter King Arthur's castle," Lilith said thoughtfully. Salazar Slytherin was from a completely different era from King Arthur.

So, the light isn't Salazar's?

After leaving Hogwarts, Moriarty took to the air and traveled under the cover of night.

When they arrived at Camelot Castle, it was already noon the next day.

"Was this once King Arthur's palace?" Jericho gazed thoughtfully at the valley tinged with autumn colors.

"No need to look, there must be a powerful spell cast here. We can't get in without Lionheart," Lilith said as she took out camping equipment from her small bag with the Unseen Stretching Charm.

A wide variety, a dazzling array.

"I'm all set," Lilith said with a smile. "My boyfriend was born extraordinary and destined to deal with adventure."

The three set up two tents, cast protective spells, had a hearty meal, and awaited Lionheart's arrival.

Jericho energetically circled the valley, claiming he could break the protective spell here.

Moriarty, full of energy, and Lilith were making love in the tent.

As night fell, the sound of horses' hooves rang out.

"A centaur?" Lilith twitched her delicate, translucent ears. "Pelle is here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, ten centaurs ran into the camp. The centaur in the lead, with long blonde hair and a voluptuous figure, was none other than Polly.

"Moriarty, I came here immediately upon receiving your message."

Moriarty saw that Polly's lovely horse had a divine symbol engraved on its hooves, a symbol representing "speed" that allowed her to travel from South America to England in a day and a night.

"Thank you for your hard work." Moriarty hugged Polly gratefully, then turned his gaze to the lion heart on the back of another centaur.

"Mr. Moriarty!" Lionheart jumped off his horse, a sword slung over his back.

Lionheart wanted to talk to Moriarty about his reflections, but he knew what was important and what wasn't.

"I'll open the passage into the castle."

Lionheart led the group to a depression in the valley.

Jericho said, "This place is shady during the day. I found it unusual, but I couldn't get in."

"Only an ancient Celtic spell can be broken, or the blood of King Arthur," Lionheart said.

A spell in ancient Celtic language was uttered from Lionheart's mouth, and a fairytale-like path stretched out from the depression, like something out of The Wizard of Oz.

Moriarty knew Old Celtic, but he didn't know the spell. Upon hearing the syllables and the meaning of the spell, he frowned deeply.

"Please come in." Lionheart bowed and led the group inside.

The winding path leads to the Lionheart's home, King Arthur's former palace, Camelot Castle.

however.

Everyone stared in silence at the ruins of the dilapidated castle, a scene of utter devastation and chaos.

"No!!!" Lionheart cried out in horror, "Who did this?"

"The only person who knows my address is Gamp! It's him!!!"

Lionheart let out a roar like a lion.

"Thump," Moriarty said, draping his arm over Lionheart's shoulder, "Besides Gamp, who else knows the address? That's Light!"

"Light?" Lionheart's face was filled with grief and indignation.

He was filled with confusion, anger, and above all, pain.

My home is gone.

Farewell, our ancestors' final glory.

"I came to your house to look for clues about the light, but now I don't need to," Moriarty said with a determined look in his eyes. "My guess has been proven correct."

If it weren't for that person, there would have been no reason or need to destroy King Arthur's castle.

The group followed Moriarty and quietly withdrew.

"Where to next?" Lilith asked Moriarty.

"Go home," Moriarty said, gazing into the distance as dawn broke. "I need to make arrangements for my family."

family.

Moriarty came to England alone from the Himalayas and has been there for six years now.

And after this winter, the seventh year will begin.

For Moriarty, his lover was family, his partner was family, his lover's family was family, and his partner's family was family.

With the decisive battle imminent, Moriarty must ensure the safety of his family before he can fight with peace of mind.

In half a day, Moriarty and his party returned to Slytherin Castle.

Without any hesitation, Moriarty transformed into a large blackboard and began writing on it.

"So far, I have 10 clues about light."

He wrote and talked at the same time.

"The magical legends of the past!"

"He knows alchemical matrices and alchemical spaces!"

"They have a grudge against King Arthur!"

"Proficient in lost ancient languages!"

"The four giants might very well know Light!"

"Fairies submit to the light!"

"I've died once!"

"Everyone knows the true identity of the light!"

"The light and the true identity are completely different!"

"I've enjoyed Hufflepuff's legendary dinners and learned how to use a golden spoon!"

(End of this chapter)