The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Mrs. Malfoy was taken aback by Moriarty, she lowered her hands at a loss, and blinked her eyes in bewilderment: "What's the matter? It's just a diary, it's worth your excitement?"

"Just a diary?" Moriarty repeated after imitating Mrs. Malfoy, looking at her coldly.

Even though Mrs. Malfoy was panicked, she still exuded an incomparable aristocratic air.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes: "If it's just a diary, why did you bother to mention it to me?"

Mrs. Malfoy's heart moved, and she looked away. Moriarty was right, that diary was indeed not simple.

Moriarty walked up to Madam Malfoy again, looked her into her blue eyes, and sounded reproachful.

"It is no ordinary diary, as you know very well.

You brought it up in order to make a deal with me - the diary in exchange for the distribution rights of alchemy props. wonderful idea.

But you underestimated that diary! You shouldn't touch it! "

"I didn't—" Mrs. Malfoy raised her head and shook her head vigorously, tossing her long light-blond cape hair back and forth.

She didn't bother to fix her hair at this time, and said with Slytherin's unique pride: "You think I'm a stupid lion of Gryffindor-can't resist the urge to look through other people's diaries?

I didn't touch it, I know how to respect others!

What's more, what's more, the diary belongs to the Dark Lord. "

Having said that, Mrs. Malfoy peeked nervously outside the shop, for fear that there might be a Death Eater outside.

Moriarty heard her say in a low voice, "I was there when the Dark Lord handed the diary to Lucius!

So this diary is not simple, is it?

I thought you might be interested in the Dark Lord's Dark Magic Items. "

"Not too stupid." Moriarty commented lightly, and sat back.

"Did I strike you as stupid in the few times we had exchanges?"

Mrs. Malfoy was full of anger, her blond hair was scattered on her shoulders, heaving and falling, and the fullness of her chest was shaking.

"When it comes to life and death, you are a shrewd woman, and all of your family are." Moriarty said with a smile, and then his tone changed:

"But when it comes to interests, you seem clumsy. You are not a good negotiator, and you are far worse than Lucius."

"Do you think I would?"

Mrs. Malfoy pursed her lips, eyes full of misery.

"Look at all the big and small pure-blood families, which pure-blood lady has come out to show her face?"

"Oh! Except perhaps Madame Zabini."

There was a gleam of contempt in Mrs Malfoy's eyes.

"I can be like that coquettish spider and remarry! Don't you all describe her like this?"

Mrs. Malfoy raised her eyebrows and glared at Moriarty. It was obvious that she disliked Lilith's description of Mrs. Zabini.

"but I do not have.

Are there still few who pursue me? "

Mrs. Malfoy turned in a circle with all manners.

"I am the third young lady of the Black family.

Slytherin and Ravenclaw who pursued me back then could line up from the Slytherin dungeon to the door of Professor Horace's office! "

Moriarty seemed very interested in the past, and asked, "Where are the students of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff?"

Mrs. Malfoy raised her neck arrogantly: "They are inferior and cowardly, they dare not look me in the eye!"

Moriarty shook his head and laughed.

If he was confronting Lilith or Tonks, he would say "Are you sure you're not dreaming?" or "Are you sure you're not describing a scene from a dream?"

In order to provoke the little girl to act like a baby with joy and anger, but Mrs. Malfoy is a mature woman.

Some words are said directly, and the effect is often better than beating around the bush.

"There are only two of us here, you can tell me the truth." Moriarty said softly, "Have you considered remarrying?"

Mrs. Malfoy took a deep breath and shook her head slowly: "Draco is still too young, I remarried—if I really did that, Draco would be in pain for the rest of his life."

Moriarty nodded, but she smiled haughtily again.

"Once upon a time, the beautiful little Daffodil daughter of the Black family, wearing the most gorgeous gown, became the envied Mrs. Malfoy of all pure-blood girls.

Now that Lucius is buried, I am single again, becoming the unattainable dream of countless pure-blood boys.

Who in the entire British wizarding world is worthy of me. "

Mrs. Malfoy's eyes lit up, it was a kind of haughty and cold light.

"You know, I'm not Mrs. Zabini, nor Bella, Domeda, Mrs. Parkinson..."

The names of pure-blooded ladies popped out of her mouth.

"I am not them, I can support myself, and I will lead my son to live a good life."

Mrs. Malfoy stared at Moriarty unwaveringly with determined eyes.

"That statement earned my respect."

Moriarty was not stingy with his praise, even if it was just one sentence.

"For your independence and self-confidence, I can solve that diary for you." Moriarty added calmly.

"Ha!" Mrs. Malfoy sneered exaggeratedly.

"Are you here to bully our orphans and widows too?

Do you think you can coax away my black magic props with a few compliments?

You don't know what it is! "

"The one who doesn't know what it is is you!"

Moriarty was still very calm, with a calm face and a calm tone.

"It's a Horcrux, Voldemort's Horcrux."

"hiss--"

Mrs. Malfoy gasped suddenly, and her pupils shrank suddenly.

There are introductions to Horcruxes in the black magic books collected by the Black family, and Mrs. Malfoy clearly knows what Horcruxes mean.

She let out a mournful cry: "Oh!"

Then she said, "Moriarty? Why are you bringing that name up in front of me?

Did you know that Lucius is a Death Eater!

There is a hideous Dark Mark on his arm!

Whenever the Dark Lord summoned him, the skeleton entangled with the snake, as if alive. "

Mrs. Malfoy closed her eyes, seeming to recall the fear and panic she felt when Lucius was under the Dark Lord.

"Oh, no~"

Mrs. Malfoy's body swayed, and Moriarty quickly helped her to the stool and sat down. It took her a while to recover.

"I'll take you to get the diary. To Malfoy Manor." Mrs. Malfoy seemed to muster up her courage, and she stopped trembling when she mentioned the Dark Lord.

"The Dark Lord's Horcruxes cannot remain in my house."

"Of course I can't stay in your house, I will destroy it." Moriarty followed her words, but a gleam flashed in his eyes.

For the diary Horcrux, he suddenly had a plan, maybe it is not perfect now, but in the future, who can say for sure...

The most important thing now is to get the diary first.

Moriarty looked at Mrs. Malfoy calmly, and the latter asked expectantly, "You're going to destroy it, aren't you?"

"Promise me!" Mrs. Malfoy's voice was filled with urgency and pleading.

Behind every Horcrux lies a period of death.

Mrs. Malfoy had lost her husband and could not lose her son.

Moriarty made a promise without blushing, and comforted Mrs. Malfoy with gentle words.

"plz follow me."

Mrs. Malfoy forced a smile, walked out of the prop shop, locked the door, put up the closed sign, and stood outside the door looking at Moriarty.

Moriarty raised an eyebrow: "Apparition."

"You still have my wand." Mrs. Malfoy rolled her eyes.

"That's right." Moriarty smiled, making Mrs. Malfoy think he did it on purpose.

A wand with a black gold handle rose into the air, shining silver, and Moriarty held the wand in his hand, and Mrs. Malfoy silently grasped Moriarty's robes.

"Apparate!"

With a bang, the two disappeared.

At the same time, two figures appeared outside Malfoy Manor.

Mrs. Malfoy called Dobby the house elf and opened the gate of the manor.

Moriarty walked into the manor, the rich and powerful Malfoy even paved the path in the garden with white agate, like a soft white felt woven by fairies.

Large tracts of dahlias, daffodils, and purple roses bloom around the villa, and the wind blows, blowing up bursts of fragrant wind, making Moriarty, who is extremely sensitive to wind elements, feel like walking into a greenhouse.

Once back at Malfoy Manor, Mrs. Malfoy became superior again.

She said to Moriarty, "Please wait for me in the lobby."