The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Roman and the exploding head were trained to be flushed, but they couldn't refute it. Moriarty said it was the truth.

At this time, Red Nose came back with a house-elf.

The elf brought Moriarty a glass of grape milk, "Congratulations, sir, on the great victory, this is a blessing from all the house-elves at Hogwarts." The elf said with big eyes.

"Ah~ what an obedient elf, maybe I can find six house elves to team up with me." Moriarty said slowly, savoring the milk.

The exploding head and Roman's nose were crooked.

"You're a Slytherin through and through," said the red nose, "Have you ever had a fight with Professor Snape? I want to see the scene where you two poisonous snakes spray each other with venom. Haha, two venomous tongue kings."

"On the contrary, we get along very happily."

"Okay, gentlemen, talk about some light topics." Dumbledore seemed to wake up from sleep and smiled at everyone: "After the game, our school manager, after consulting with me, decided to hold a dance to celebrate The dream team wins, and... a new generation of national teams is born!

At the ball, Mrs. Malfoy will present awards to the Dream Team.

Um... There's still an afternoon before the dance starts, you'd better find a dance partner now, oh! Yep……"

Dumbledore seemed to remember something, and winked at Moriarty, "You can also find multiple dance partners, as long as you can make them get along peacefully..."

Moriarty put down the milk, the old man...

If Dumbledore said that, Moriarty would have to fight him.

"Who wasn't a beautiful boy when he was young." Moriarty seemed to be talking to himself, and fluttered out the chatterbox, he knew Dumbledore would hear it.

Sure enough, Dumbledore turned his head and looked out the window.

No one knew what he was looking at, everyone was used to his sudden madness.

Only Moriarty knew.

Do you miss Grindelwald?

When he was young, Dumbledore was the representative of British men with tall buttocks.

When he was young, Grindelwald was high-spirited. He seemed to have innate wisdom, and he always exuded confidence and domineering.

If you ask who is the most powerful and best combination in the magic world?

GGAD!

Needless to say, none.

Moriarty wondered if Dumbledore and Grindelwald had fantasized about their gray hair when they were young.

Most likely not.

Young and ambitious, they don't think about aging, and they wholeheartedly explore magic, pursue the Deathly Hallows, and conquer death.

Moriarty wondered if Dumbledore and Grindelwald in old age recalled the high spirits of their youth.

Mostly yes.

The old ones, one in Hogwarts and the other in Nurmengard, spent their whole lives missing each other.

Moriarty said with emotion: "When we were young, we always met a person who would shine, and somehow, everyone we met in the future was overshadowed.

Light can't be kept, and we will miss that person for the rest of our lives. "

Dumbledore turned his head slowly and glanced at Moriarty, his eyes were very complicated, with surprise, joy, approval, empathy, and...

Moriarty quickly looked away, thinking that the principal should pay attention to the influence, I don't want Grindelwald to misunderstand!

There are outsiders here. If they spread our topic as a talk and reach Grindelwald's ears, I can't explain it.

Dumbledore's complicated emotions were only revealed for a moment, and they were quickly withdrawn. He became the most powerful wizard of his time, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

He stood up and walked towards the floating ladder, leaving a sentence: "Gentlemen, go get ready, I hope you all come to the dance."

Seniors and sisters always say that there seem to be no secrets in Hogwarts, and Moriarty has a deep understanding of this.

The news of the dinner dance spread like wildfire, and Moriarty learned the madness of female fans as early as in the celebration of the end of the game.

But I really didn't expect that as soon as the news of the ball came out, the girls at Hogwarts, like cats smelling butter, appeared on the only road Moriarty walked.

They parted their hair, put on their prettiest clothes, and appeared in front of and behind Moriarty.

Girls love heroes, no matter in any country, it is an absolute truth, not to mention a dazzling male **** who is powerful and has a prominent family background.

Today's girls are lucky. At the age of fantasy, they met a prince-like male **** and a gorgeous ball.

Put on the crystal slippers, dance with the handsome prince, get on the pumpkin carriage together in the middle of the night, and fly to the prince's castle.

Everything is like a sweet and sour dream in the green years, maybe it is unattainable, maybe it is a matter of gain and loss, but the prince in the dream is still lingering in the deepest part of my heart.

So the girls decided to be brave.

Gryffindors have a unique advantage in this regard.

As Moriarty was walking to the Slytherin dungeon, a first-year school girl approached Moriarty courageously with the encouragement of her companions.

"Hello, Mr. Moriarty. I'm Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor."

Angelina blinked nervously, shining inexplicably.

"A first-year junior, a classmate of the Weasley twins." Moriarty nodded slightly and looked at her. She was tall, just like a third-year student. She also has a long ponytail.

Angelina nodded in surprise, "You know me? Great!"

In fact, she thought too much. Moriarty just paid more attention to the branch of this freshman because of Soldaya. His memory was just very good, so he remembered her name.

But Moriarty thought it was better not to tell her the truth.

Angelina was very happy: "I signed up for the permanent shining fan group, and I will be your supporter in the future.

Although I am a Gryffindor, I should support Prefect Charlie, but in terms of personal feelings, I am more optimistic about you. After all, we have all seen that Prefect Charlie may be more suitable to be a batsman. "

At the end, Angelina laughed herself, and the group of companions behind her also snickered.

"Just kidding Charlie, you're not too timid." Moriarty smiled slightly.

Angelina was not shy at all, and said seriously, "I plan to join the Gryffindor team next year, as do George and Fred. We will be rivals next year, sir."

Saying that, she was afraid that Moriarty would not believe her, and she puffed out her chest like a soldier.

Moriarty gave her a deep look, and Angelina seemed inspired to volunteer to be Moriarty's dance partner.

But Moriarty seemed to have never heard of it. Through Angelina, he saw the figure of another girl, and a little girl said this to him last year.

"Sir?" Angelina asked cautiously, "Did you hear me?"

Moriarty nodded lightly to signal that he heard it, then shook his head slowly, gently rejecting it.

Although he has always shown a cold face, in the face of an 11-year-old little girl, he really doesn't need to be ruthless and cold-hearted to refuse, that's too despicable.

For a young girl, taking the risk of being looked down upon by everyone, mustering up the courage to take the initiative to show her kindness, even if she can't get what she wants, all she needs is tenderness and affirmation.

At this time, the importance of pure-blood etiquette came to the fore. Moriarty chatted with Angelina for a while, making the elementary school girl smile and wave goodbye to Moriarty.

Watching Angelina leave, Moriarty felt dozens of hot eyes falling on him.

Moriarty shook his head with a wry smile, raised his feet and continued walking.

The next journey was not far but it went slowly. Moriarty was really helpless in the face of the surging girls one after another.

Since Angelina took the initiative to invite and was not criticized, it has been out of control!

Inviting Moriarty seems to be a compulsory course for girls, and they even have to take this - the girls who used to be in groups are now traveling alone.

Pretending to meet Moriarty by chance, then he casually mentioned the dance, leading the topic to the dance partner, and finally reluctantly proposed—

Sir, do you have a dance partner?

Can I be your dance partner?

Of course, the witty girls thought they had found Moriarty's taste, and they concluded a few rules.

1. When greeting Mr. ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ you can be expressionless, you can pretend to be surprised,

but! Never act fanatical.

2. When talking to your husband about the dance, be sure to act dignified and elegant.

but! Don't always talk about the dance, Mr. will be disgusted.

3. When I asked Mr. if he had a dance partner, there was a bit of shyness in his eyes...

but! Don't be pretentious.

Since it was on the way near the Slytherin common room, Professor Snape saw the girls, one by one, inviting Moriarty in different patterns.

He didn't say anything, turned his head and left, but decided to leave more homework for them in the next class.

What exactly is the recipe for reciting the Fuling Elixir?

Or let them brew a cauldron of Buffalo?

They can't use all their ingenuity on Moriarty, can they?

Even if Merlin met, he would do it!

Professor Snape was relieved.

And Moriarty sent a group of good people cards in a graceful manner. Fortunately, Jericho brought Leon and other little snakes over. They blocked Moriarty, and Moriarty was able to return to the Slytherin dungeon smoothly.

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