The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Narcissa looked at Moriarty as if she was going to swallow him.

Tonks hung on Moriarty, his arms wrapped tightly around Moriarty's neck.

Not to be outdone, Furong sat in Moriarty's arms.

Violet and Victoria seemed to have negotiated, one on each side, sticking to Moriarty's side.

Penello graciously and obediently fed Moriarty, and Moriarty didn't have to do anything.

Queen Fanzhuo, who was sitting opposite him, looked at him with a half-smile.

Professor Polly enjoyed her dinner at her leisure.

It was little sister Gabriel, who blinked her big eyes.

Moriarty remembered that he had asked Queen Vandro, and after eating, he entered Queen Vandro's room first.

"You'll make the girls out there sad."

The back end of King Vatican sat on her coffin, and said slowly with his legs raised.

"Uh, ma'am, did you forget something?" Moriarty thought she might have misunderstood.

"Forgot?" Queen Fanzhuo's red lips parted slightly, and she reacted after a while, "Ah~ Gaunt's old house?"

"I finally remembered."

"That's it."

The queen stretched out her beautiful right hand and snapped her fingers crisply.

A cloud of blood wrapped a ring and flew to Moriarty.

"Marvolo Gaunt's ring."

Moriarty held out his hand, and the ring fell slowly into his palm.

"Be careful, there is a curse on it." The queen reminded: "Although the blood family is not afraid of the curse of darkness, I don't know what will happen to the wizard who is hit by that curse."

"It's okay, don't forget that I told you there was a curse on it."

Moriarty's hand was covered in frost, making his entire right hand look like an ice hand.

He held the ring in his hand and turned it slowly.

Turn to the front to reveal a black gem.

"Black gemstone with Peverell's crest."

Moriarty stared at the ornamentation on it.

There are several thousand-year-old families in the wizarding world.

The Slytherins are one, and so is the Peverells.

The Deathly Hallows trio is directly related to the three Peverell brothers.

Some even say that there is no **** of death at all.

The Deathly Hallows are nothing more than a magical weapon made by the three Peverell brothers.

This family is different from the single line of the Slytherin family in the way of inheritance.

Peverell doesn't value blood, and it is extremely easy to intermarry with other families.

The Gaunt family and the Potter family have all been married to the Peverell family.

Rumor has it that Dumbledore's family is also related to the Peverells.

Once chatting with Lilith, she said that the Crouch family also advertised themselves as descendants of Peverell, but this was not proven.

Moriarty looked at the ring and thought a lot.

And Voldemort's remnant soul in the ring sensed the icy chill and started self-defense.

Clouds of black smoke came out of the black gem, covering Moriarty and Queen Fandra next to him.

"I want to see how you can break this curse."

The queen's expression remained unchanged, unaffected in the slightest.

She stared at Moriarty with interest.

But a picture appeared in his eyes.

Unsightly, red-faced, thought-provoking...

Moriarty calmly walked out of the black smoke, tapped the ring lightly, and the remnant soul inside retracted like a snail returning to its shell.

Even if Voldemort himself came, it would not affect Moriarty, who was a master of Occlumency.

Instead, it was Queen Fandra.

The mature and delicate face was flushed, and the mature body was twisted uneasy, and the eyes were blurred.

Moriarty touched her chin, is she affected?

Obviously the blood family is not afraid of the curse of darkness.

really weird.

Moriarty put the queen in the coffin, pushed open the door and went out.

Before the door was closed, Queen Fandra suddenly shouted: "You do those things to my daughter, do it to me one by one, hurry up~Moriarty~"

What?

Moriarty said he had never heard of such a request.

Thinking about Violet's special attributes, she felt relieved.

If there is a mother, there must be a daughter.

But there are more important things tonight!

Moriarty left indifferently, and he put the ring in his study.

Tom has been waiting there for a long time, and will devour another soul tonight.

After all this was done, Moriarty opened the door to Narcissa's bedroom.

"Bad Dad~"

"Bad apprentice~"

Narcissa and Tonks got madly entangled.

Moriarty also saw a shy Penello.

That's great, I thought the little girl wouldn't join in because she was shy.

Moriarty soon enjoyed it.

At the same time, Ron, who was smuggled into Marseille, France, covered his head and howled in pain.

"The Horcrux! My Horcrux!"

"Who moved my soul?"

"Damn Moriarty! It must be you!!"

Voldemort couldn't sense the remnant in the ring, and roared angrily.

"Moriarty!!"

"You will pay the price!"

Voldemort was determined to take everything Moriarty had.

Start with resurrecting Lucius!

Ron's eyes lit up with violent killing intent.

He knew a resurrection magic.

"The blood of the enemy, compelled to donate, may raise your enemies to life."

Ron read out part of the magic.

Find a direction, Chateau d'If!

Apparition!

Moments later, Ron pointed his wand over the head of the Jewish marquis.

"Tell me where the Duke of Quinlan is?"

"If you don't want to die!"

The Jewish marquis, whose beard was covered in blood, glanced sadly at Château d'If.

The Jewish vampires in France are now dead in name only!

It's all about this masked boy!

The Jewish Marquis stared at Ron with only hatred in his eyes.

Ron wasn't stupid enough to kill someone with his face, he wore a Death Eater mask.

"Don't say yes, old man. It's okay, I've got what I want."

Ron shook his wrist, "Avada Suo!"

A green light struck the Jewish marquis like lightning, and the old vampire was dead straight.

"I'm glad you left Chateau d'If for that woman, Isaac. Never come back."

The Jewish Marquis died and rested his eyes.

"Clap!"

Ron stepped on the head of the Jewish Marquis and Apparated towards Duke Quinlan's territory without looking back.

Use Legilimency to learn that the Quinlan vampire is in the south, where the weather is not very good.

"boom!"

A bolt of lightning fell, illuminating the lonely Qumran Castle.

Since the Hogwarts pure-blood army led by Moriarty killed the Duke of Quinlan and most of the main force, the Quinlan vampire is no longer as powerful as it used to be.

Killing all the Quinlan vampires fits Voldemort's style.

However, Voldemort found that Ron's body was really unable to release the Death Curse twice in two hours.

Had to sneak a vampire, and after taking its blood, Ron slipped away.

"I'm on a strategic move! I have to go to the Malfoy family cemetery to get Abraxas' bones!"

Voldemort was beaten to death and refused to admit that he was a coward.

The three conditions of resurrection magic, he got the blood of the enemy.

That's right, Lucius' enemy is the Quinlan vampire.

Because he died at the hands of the Quinlan vampire.

The corpse is separated!

I don't know if it was intentional or not~www.wuxiahere.com~ A green leaf fell on Lucius' head.

Ron remembered this very clearly, and he laughed for a long time.

Then came the news that Moriarty often came and went to Malfoy Villa...

So Ron felt that sometimes many things were foreshadowing.

"Abraxas Malfoy..."

Ron murmured the name.

He was Lucius' father, who was good friends with Voldemort back then.

Even Voldemort said apologetically at the thought of digging up an old friend's grave later.

"Old friend, offended."

"Father's bones, not intended to be donated, can regenerate your son."

"For your son, you sacrifice one more time."

Ron rushed back to the old port of Marseille without stopping and boarded the ship smuggled back to England again.

Voldemort scolded: "This kind of trivial thing bothers me to run back and forth!"

Suddenly he thought of Peter Pettigrew.

People are shivering a little, at least there is a free labor force.

It's okay, after resurrecting Lucius, free labor will be available.

Voldemort comforted himself in this way.

At the same time, in Slytherin Castle, Moriarty and Narcissa were extremely entwined.

It was destined to be an extraordinary night.