The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Latest website: On Thursday afternoon, Moriarty and Jericho swaggered out of the dormitory surrounded by a group of little snakes.

The Hogwarts stairs lined up automatically, appearing at Moriarty's feet, leading to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the fourth floor.

Riding the escalator is a perk of walking with Moriarty.

For 6 consecutive years, the little snakes never tire of it.

"Family, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor candidate competition has started again!"

"Choose 1: No professor! Defense Against the Dark Arts class continues with self-study!"

"Candidate 2: Professor Snape! I finally got my wish!"

"Candidate three: Remus Lupine! What's wrong with the werewolf, being a professor is more than enough!"

As soon as they walked into the auditorium, Moriarty and his party heard Draco Malfoy, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnigan yelling and waving happily to the little wizards around them.

"I can see that they are trying to imitate the Weasley twins, why do they act like newspaper sellers?"

Moriarty was overjoyed, and looked at Jericho: "Your interference is indispensable here. You must know that apart from the Weasley twins and Lionheart, you are the only one who can keep Hogwarts alive."

Jericho smiled: "They are all gone, life at Hogwarts is a bit pale and boring, I did give Draco and them a few tricks, isn't it just to add fun to everyone."

"Ron Weasley was among them?"

Moriarty glanced down and spotted a red-haired kid among Draco's small group.

Now there is only one red hair left in the castle, which is very conspicuous.

Ron looked sluggish, his hair was a mess, and he was trailing behind his roommate, like the tail end of a crane.

"Holding a small quiz can also make a little money." Jericho explained, "Draco's dormitory contracted this event, and of course Ron was in it."

"Just don't mess it up." Moriarty said noncommittally. They had already reached the fourth floor, joining the Gryffindor sixth graders who had come to class.

"Mr. Moriarty!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moriarty~"

Everyone came to say hello and walked into the classroom together.

Lilith and the girls had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Moriarty, Lilith held her cheek in one hand and stretched out the other, "Here~"

Moriarty sat next to Lilith, Jericho sat down next to Moriarty, and the rest of them also sat down one after another, consciously taking out magic books or notes to study.

It's sixth grade, and everyone is busy dealing with...exams.

The changes in the world pattern have finally affected this ancient magic school, and no matter how powerful a wizard is, he has to keep pace with the times.

Many wizarding families have received gossip from the Ministry of Magic: Starting this year, one or several new subjects will be added to the .L. exam and the .examination. New subjects related to Muggles.

"You look a little sleepy," Moriarty whispered in Lilith's ear.

"Oh~ I had a nightmare," Lilith put her hands on her neck, closed her eyes and recalled: "I, and you, were swallowed by a snake, oh~ no, what kind of snake is that!"

"We were swallowed by the snake?" Moriarty was taken aback. The snake has always been his good partner. Lilith has been known as the Queen of the Snake since she achieved great success in body transformation.

To have such a nightmare.

How strange.

At this time, the classroom door was gently pushed open!

"who is it?"

The little wizards all stared wide-eyed.

The only person who walks into the classroom before class starts is the professor.

Who is the one? Snape or Lupine?

Or someone else!

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, a ghost floated into the classroom.

"Professor Binns?"

The only ghost professor at Hogwarts, who teaches the history of magic.

So when they saw the ghost, many people took it as Professor Binns.

But obviously, it's not!

"No, no, you are mistaken."

The ghost faced the students, with a smile on its handsome face: "I am Professor Tom, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

There was an instant noise from below, everyone knew that Voldemort's real identity was Tom Riddle.

Jericho was surprised and said to Moriarty: "Tom must have told you beforehand when he became a professor, but Tom was able to get Professor Dumbledore's permission! I didn't expect that."

"Hmm, who's to say it's not?" Moriarty narrowed his eyes, the old Deng's decision was unexpected and reasonable.

Lilith stroked her smooth and delicate chin, staring at Tom without speaking, not knowing what to think.

"Please be quiet," Tom said in a calm voice, "Don't waste your precious study time because of some historical issues. This is not a history class."

Some people hummed and laughed, but Tom said, "Please trust me, I will help you to successfully go ashore for the exam."

"In the history of Hogwarts, the only wizard with perfect marks in all subjects is standing in front of you."

"Maybe some of you can beat that record," Tom said, smiling at Moriarty. "But now, do what I say, and the chances of getting ashore are greatly increased."

"Alright wizards, get out your wands, please."

"The first session of the course lasts from the second week to the seventh week, one month to learn silent spells."

Everyone did so, even Moriarty, Lilith, Jericho, and many students who also learned the silent spell. Because Moriarty had taught this spell at the Hogwarts Army gathering last term.

Now they all wanted to hear how Tom taught silent spells.

"boom!"

The classroom door opened again.

This time, he was roughly pushed away from the outside.

Tom raised his brows and looked towards the door, but the students were already surprised: "Professor Snape!"

Snape still wore the same **** robe, striding into the classroom like a **** bat, his eyes fixed on Tom: "Dumbledore asked me to sit in."

After speaking, he walked towards the back of the classroom.

Maybe Dumbledore was worried about Tom's teaching? Maybe Snape was worried? Or both, Snape came and listened.

While Moriarty was guessing, the others gradually came to their senses. Tom shrugged and muttered, "I think I will be recognized in a different way."

Then he became confident and said loudly:

"Mastering silent spells requires a lot of concentration and willpower."

"Besides, the wand is also a factor affecting mastery, please look at your wands—"

The students all looked down to examine their wands.

"—Many wands of dogwood refuse to cast silent spells, while pine wands are extremely sensitive to silent spells. Willow wands are good for advanced silent spells, and it is worth noting that alder is the wand of all wand woods It is the most suitable for casting silent spells!"

After this passage, a smile appeared on Tom's face. This is all from his experience, because he has really handled a lot of wands.

However, the imagined scene of the students frantically checking their wands didn't happen.

Tom asked curiously, "Don't you have a dogwood wand among you?"

"Yes, mine is." A little lion raised his wand and shook it.

"mine too."

"And I."

"Huh?" Tom glanced at them. Although there were not many people, there were quite a few. Why are you in no hurry!

You are in a hurry, I will tell you the solution next time!

Here's a little trick to make dogwood wands accept silent spells.

You don't look in a hurry, what should I say?

Tom had to ask the Gryffindor student who raised his wand first: "If your wand needs to be adjusted, please feel free to apply to me. As a new professor, I will do my best to speed up your adjustment." Master the efficiency of silent spells."

"Ah, here," the little lion scratched his head, "thank you for your kindness, Tom...Professor, but my wand has been taken care of by Mr. Moriarty, and it has become docile now, and it supports my use of the silent spell Woolen cloth."

"What?"

"Is yours too?" Tom was not stupid, and asked several other people hurriedly.

The answer he got made Tom's eyes go dark, and he couldn't help but look at Moriarty with some resentment.

Uncle, you took my job away, what am I doing! How can I gain a foothold in Hogwarts!

And the Gorgon inside was suffocating, she felt that her emotions were disturbed by the real Tom locked deep in her soul.

(end of this chapter)

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