The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

A large black cabinet in the Borgin Bock store creaked, the door was pushed open, and Moriarty walked out.

Moriarty looked around quickly. There was no one in the dark and spacious store, and there was nothing here that could possibly be on the Hogwarts shopping list.

On the right side of the vanishing cabinet is an old stone fireplace, and on a cushion in a glass box next to it, there is a withered human hand, a stack of bloodstained playing cards, and a sluggish glass eyeball.

"Hand of Glory. Only the person who holds it can see the light of the candle." Moriarty walked gently to the person's hand. Ingo wanted to buy it, but Mr. Borgin didn't sell it.

Before Mr. Borgin found him, Moriarty should leave. Although Mr. Borgin is also a dark wizard, Moriarty does not plan to attack him.

Walking past the glass counter, Moriarty noticed the bodies of two beetles on an opal necklace, poor bugs.

Now the necklace should be changed to - beware: don't touch, it's been enchanted - which has taken the lives of nineteen Muggles and two insects.

Hehe, Moriarty walked out of the store door with a sneer, and before the bell rang loudly, Moriarty had already reached a dirty alley.

Moriarty looked around and saw black magic shops on both sides. In front of a shop selling poison candles, there was an old wooden street sign with the words "Knockturn Alley" written in blood.

The wizards in Knockturn Alley were nothing but ragged, hooded dark wizards with evil eyes, they stared at Moriarty and whispered.

"System, if I kill those two dark wizards, how many points will I get?" Moriarty turned his gaze to a shop with some shrunken heads gloomily displayed in the window, and two men stood at the door.

"52 points."

Moriarty instantly lost interest in killing them. He couldn't come to Knockturn Alley just to deal with two little scumbags.

It may be that Moriarty's disdain was seen by the two dark wizards, and they staggered over.

"It's the deputy face, man!"

This sentence seemed to send a signal, and more and more dark wizards walked towards Moriarty, with malicious smiles on their faces.

Moriarty didn't bother to entangle with these little gangsters, and walked towards the depths of the alley.

"Isn't it lost? My dear!"

A shrill voice suddenly came to mind, and an old witch appeared in front of Moriarty, holding a plate that looked like a whole piece of dead man's fingernails.

"Wolfman's nails? This thing is rare." Moriarty took a few glances and silently asked the system how many points he could get for killing this old witch.

"300 points."

Moriarty smiled contentedly, and her eyes became strange when she looked at the old witch: "You really look like my Aunt Petty, can you take me out?"

The old witch instinctively sensed that something was wrong with Moriarty, but she had lived in Knockturn Alley for decades, and no one had ever seen her!

So she leaned on Moriarty, showing her mossy teeth: "Come with me, I'll take you out, you look like forty years old, your first time in Knockturn Alley?"

In order to win Moriarty's trust, the old witch took the lead and walked forward.

Moriarty followed, and replied, "I'm an Italian, and I came to Lishen Bookstore in Diagon Alley to accompany my wife to buy Mr. Lockhart's novels. I don't know why I got separated. Oh Merlin, there's nothing like Floo fans are more difficult to use, I'm lost! Actually I've always wanted to use the port key, but my wife won't allow it - she's always so rude!"

Moriarty is like a young child who doesn't understand anything, and seems to really treat the old witch as the so-called Aunt Petty, complaining a lot.

Just judging from his attire, it doesn't look like the good gentleman revealed in his words.

This weirdness made the dark wizards who wanted to follow back retreat, but there was still a tall and thin man wrapped in a black cloak, who followed Moriarty from a distance.

The old witch led Moriarty into a cold and damp alley. The walls were covered with black blood and stenched. The old witch suddenly stopped and turned her head to look at Moriarty.

"Why didn't my aunt leave? You are tired from walking and want to take a break?" Moriarty seemed to be deeply involved in the play.

The old witch laughed and said, "This is a dead end, what else are you going to do!"

Moriarty shrugged: "So you're ready to attack me? Oh, I really want to see what's in your withered brain."

The old witch was so angry that she stared at Moriarty fiercely, but did not dare to make a move, until a tall and thin man appeared behind Moriarty, and the old witch showed her ugly teeth again and laughed: "Ba Lore, kill him with me! I can recycle the werewolf nails at a high price in the future!"

When Moriarty heard the conditions the old witch gave her companion, she turned to look at the tall and thin man behind her. It turned out that the werewolf nails the old witch was holding were provided by him.

"It is detected that the host has found a vampire, and the task is issued: Kill the vampire! Reward, 500 points. Punishment, the host falls into the hands of the vampire, and he will give the host a first embrace."

Moriarty took out his cedar wood wand, "Vampires and werewolves are mortal enemies, no wonder there are sources of werewolf nails! Come on, let me experience the magic of vampires!"

The vampire Balor lifted the cape on his body, revealing his true face. It was a pale white face, his long black hair covered the corners of his eyes, and his pupils were like rubies, glowing with bloodthirsty evil light.

He opened his mouth, revealing slender and sharp tiger teeth, and stretched out his pale arms with raised claws, and pounced on Moriarty!

Moriarty noticed that Balor was wearing a dress and a small black cloak, and knew his identity: "It turns out to be a viscount, no wonder you dare to come out during the day. It's just that your magic skills don't seem to be very good. Gao, do you think I'm a werewolf? Fight me hand-to-hand?"

With a faint snort, Moriarty pointed his wand at the vampire: "Pass out!"

"Crack!" The vampire's body deformed, and a large group of bats let out a strange cry. After escaping the spell, they continued to pounce on Moriarty.

"It's interesting." Moriarty observed while releasing an ice wall to block the blood bats.

He remembered that vampires were born with good transfiguration skills, they could turn into bats, crows, and some even turn into werewolves.

"Out of body!" The old witch saw Moriarty's observation, and sinisterly released an Imperius Curse from behind!

"Super-strong armor and body protection!" Moriarty set up the guard first, then turned around and pointed at the old witch: "Smashed to pieces!"

The old witch threw the bowl in her hand and jumped to the wall as swiftly as a monkey, "Except your weapon! You fainted! Oolong came out of the hole!"

The method of casting three spells in a row made Moriarty impressed. The first two spells shattered Moriarty's super armor and bodyguard, and the black snake summoned by Oolong was turned into a giant snake by the old witch. The snake pupil the size of a beer barrel stared at Moriarty, and the snake tooth flashed poisonous light, biting Moriarty.

"Take him as soon as possible, Balor!" the old witch shouted to the vampire accomplice, "Just catch him, and I will allow you to turn him into your servant!"

"The blood of 11-year-old boys is not very tasty," Balor's voice came from a group of bats. "If it's a girl, maybe I'll think about it."

The old witch realized that she had been deceived, and shouted angrily: "Boy? 11 years old? Knockturn alley with another face at a young age, it seems that you are not a good thing!"

Moriarty dismissed: "The reason why trash fish is trash fish is because no matter how much nonsense you say, it can't change the fact that it is trash fish."

"As for you—" Moriarty glanced at the vampire with interest, and the group of bats broke through the ice wall and flew over again, "Since you've seen through me—I don't want to be on the front page of the Daily Prophet, So, the game is over."

A cold breath emanated from the wand in Moriarty's hand, "Crying under the snow."

Moriarty recited the name of the spell, and the surging water element magic surrounded Moriarty, expanding in circles like the rising tide of the sea.

The old witch and Balor blinked their eyelids in discomfort, and their vision blurred to see a field of ice and snow, and the sobbing and miserable mourning of the little girl could be heard faintly between the sky and the earth.

The two kinds of crying are not loud, but the penetrating power is very strong. The old witch and Balor feel their heads are about to explode. The old witch falls to the ground and rolls back and forth, calling Moriarty indistinctly. Unknown name.

As for the giant snake transformed by the old witch, it has already been frozen into an ice sculpture, and it will turn into a pool of blood in a few minutes.

Moriarty noticed that Balor had changed back to a human form. The vampire's magic resistance might be slightly higher, but he was inevitably suffering from mental torture. Balor covered his head with a small cloak~www.wuxiamtl.com~ while whimpering, He stumbled and ran towards the alley.

The first use of "Crying Under the Snow" was a bit exhausting for Moriarty. Seeing Balor escape, he simply released a faint.

With a "thump", Balor fell to the ground, knocked on his head and bleed, and a few gold coins fell out.

Moriarty turned a blind eye to this. He had no habit of looting dead bodies, nor did he believe that a vampire and an old witch had rare objects on them.

Even if there is, can it compare to the collection in Slytherin Castle?

Out of absolute confidence, Moriarty swept the old witch and Balor coldly, turning the werewolf nails scattered on the ground into great swords.

In order to kill the vampire completely, Moriarty deliberately turned one of the swords into a silver sword, waved his wand, and the silver sword fell in response, piercing Balor's head!

The whistling sounded, and several silver swords pierced into his heart and limbs respectively.

Blood splattered everywhere, Balor's skin quickly shrunken down, and the old witch on the other side was also dripping with blood, and the two great swords nailed her to the ground like a cross!

"Ding dong~ Congratulations to the host for completing the task, 500 points will be awarded! Detected that the host successfully killed the black witch in Knockturn Alley, and received 300 points."

"There's still 200 points left to unlock the blind box lottery. Maybe you can go for a walk around Knockturn Alley?" Moriarty squinted, and the gray pupils reflected blood all over the floor.

Looking up at the sky, it wasn't long before it was dinner time. Moriarty gave up the idea of ​​continuing to hunt dark wizards, and released "flaming flames" at the two corpses, then walked back to the Boginbok store and picked In the absence of Mr. Borgin, he used the vanishing cabinet to return to the castle.

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