[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

To my revered King of Dark Wizards,

I was very pleasantly surprised to hear of your existence,

I was so happy that I wanted to announce my joy to the world.

Is it an honor to meet you?

If possible, on the night of the next full moon,

I invite you to meet me at my favorite speedy cafe in London~

a little muggle [heart]

——Jim Moriarty

With absolute confidence in his own strength and curiosity about the Muggle Dark Lord, the Dark Lord followed the invitation from Moriarty's letter and came to the Speedy Cafe on Bankerst. on the night of the next full moon.

"Sir, what would you like to order?" The waiter politely handed over the drink list.

The Dark Lord frowned slightly and opened the list. He didn't like coffee, although coffee houses were almost an essential part of people's daily life in England.He was trapped in an orphanage when he was young, and he lived in Hogwarts when he was young. He was busy with Death Eaters and conquests when he was young. He was never used to this strong bitterness, and he lacked time to enjoy this leisurely peace. .

"Their caramel macchiato is very famous, I highly recommend it~" A pretentious male voice came, casting a shadow on the menu.

The Dark Lord raised his head slightly and saw the consulting criminal of the Muggle dark world, Moriarty, who was causing his men a lot of trouble.

He was wearing a meticulous black suit and a speckled dark blue tie. He was dressed in the most formal and ordinary Muggle formal attire; But he was just an ordinary Muggle, only the fanatical gleam in his eyes made his image appear a little discordant.

He showed a big smile to the Dark Lord very naturally and flatteringly: "I really like their coffee, do you know that the quality of their coffee beans roasted by themselves is very good, and the coffee beans they use come from hugo, And after one-thousandth of the selection, the full quality of each coffee bean is guaranteed; and they use a very rare method, the taste is more mellow, and the latte art is also very beautiful..."

"I don't like coffee," said the Dark Lord, interrupting Moriarty's babble.

"Well, the coffee is really delicious," Moriarty pouted, "Well, since you don't like it, then I recommend their special fruit tea cocoa, especially the caramel flavor, which is very good Drink, also without coffee, is it still to your taste?

"A cup of hot chocolate, thank you." The Dark Lord ignored him and said directly to the waiter.

"Why don't you try my recommendation?" Moriarty grumbled, seemingly unhappy, "That's really good."

"Pretending to be proficient in making so many recommendations for places you've hardly been to," the Dark Lord said with a smirk, "I don't trust a recommendation from someone who's hardly been here."

"Wow!" Moriarty blinked, his eyes seemed to be shining brightly, "How did you see that?"

read from your memory.The Legilimency Master Dark Lord ignored the guy in front of him and continued to say to the waiter, "Order a mocha for him."

"You are really domineering." Moriarty said complainingly, but he did not refuse the Dark Lord's order, but pulled away the chair opposite the Dark Lord, and sat down on his own, "but my recommendation It’s really good, I saw the recommendation from the website, more than [-] netizens recommended their caramel macchiato and caramel tea cocoa.”

He deliberately emphasized the word "more than ten thousand".

This hit the Dark Lord's weakness: there are so many Muggles, and there are so many people doing such boring things.However, he just sneered and said, "What others recommend may not necessarily suit my taste, and a large number of people does not necessarily mean success."

"Well, that's true, but the recommendation of many people always has his value, let's say," seemingly unintentionally replied, Moriarty sat opposite the Dark Lord, and couldn't wait to say goodbye after the waiter left Ask, "Don't you erase his memory? Anyway, it seems to me that you always erase the memory of everyone who has seen you."

"So, how did you escape from forgetting everything?" The Dark Lord ignored such provocative questions, and he asked back.

"Is this memory-erasing skill called All Forget?" Moriarty muttered, "Wow, that's a cool name! Let me tell you, your information is simply too difficult to collect, I'll get it I haven't found much information for so long, which made me anxious to death. It's such a cool name, why didn't it be made public?"

In the short period of time they met, the offense and defense have been flipped between the two of them several times.

It is rare for the Dark Lord to feel the excitement of meeting his opponent. You must know that in the wizarding world, there are almost a handful of people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him. It is almost rare to find someone who dares to look at him, let alone such a hearty intellectual confrontation.

He leaned back, leaned back on the chair, ignored Moriarty's question, and said half-commandatively, "Answer my question."

Moriarty lowered his head slightly, and bit his lips shyly: "Oh, you are really my kind."

He winked at the Dark Lord in an ambiguous and cute way: "Can I ask you out?"

The cunning guy just seemed unwilling to answer the question head-on.In addition, this shockingly clever guy seems to have quickly figured out the possibility of the Dark Lord's memory-reading trick after the question "How did you find out?" just now. Some semi-erotic pictures are constantly rolling in my mind now, the ambiguous sex in the bar, the flickering lights, the slightly rippling red wine, half-naked dancing men and women, and the flirtatious moans on the big bed, hard He squeezed out the memories related to his current words.

This kind of picture in his mind, coupled with Moriarty's ambiguous words, can be called molesting.

The Dark Lord looked at Moriarty amusedly for a moment (and Moriarty gave him a wink) before looking away and saying, "It's a pity you're not to my liking."

Moriarty let out a long sigh, and there was a visible sorrow on his face: "Really?! That's really a pity...it's a pity..."

He pouted very displeasedly, and muttered: "In this world, good men say I'm not up to your taste, but Juan Fu only stares at that peanut and doesn't like me, and you also say I'm not up to your taste, it's so annoying It's..."

Suddenly, he raised his head nervously again, and suddenly regained his happy look: "Hey, my dear, what do you think of me? Have I really entered your heart? Yeah, you know, strong girls are afraid of pestering men Well, if I work harder and pester you every day, do you think I have a little—” He raised his right hand and made a super small distance, “It’s a little bit possible to successfully become your other half Is it?"

The Dark Lord watched Moriarty's performance with cold eyes, and replied bluntly: "No."

Folding his arms, the Dark Lord said to the guy in front of him whose complexion suddenly sank and who performed extremely strongly: "You are a Muggle, and I am a wizard. If I choose anyone, I can't choose you."

He paused, then added coldly: "And, what makes you so confident—"

"You might get out of here alive?"

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy from the ambiguity at the beginning. For a while, they looked at each other and neither of them spoke. A tension spread rapidly between the two of them, tensing the atmosphere.

"Pfft." Moriarty suddenly laughed, breaking the stiff atmosphere.This smile seemed to break some switch, and then he couldn't stop laughing, nervously, giggling, and exaggerating to the point of falseness, laughing until his stomach hurt a little, and he had to bend over slightly Cover your stomach.

The Dark Lord watched his exaggerated performance with cold eyes, tilted his head slightly, but did not speak.

"Dear... my dear..." Moriarty, who bent over and covered his stomach, raised his head with difficulty, and said with a smile, "You...you really suit my appetite!"

The Dark Lord snorted coldly, and said, "If you keep laughing like this, your suit will be wrinkled by you."

The laughter stopped suddenly, and Moriarty opened his eyes wide, showing a very frightened expression: "Oh! My suit!"

He quickly put down his hand covering his stomach, nimbly patted the folds on the clothes, and straightened the slightly messy suit.After finishing these in a hurry, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then winked at the Dark Lord: "Thank you for reminding me, my dear, I care about my suit the most~"

The Dark Lord was already too lazy to pay attention to the person in front of him who was talking nonsense but just couldn't answer his questions directly. He would ask for the answers he wanted by himself.Could it be that simple superficial memories can restrain his insanity?That is too underestimating his world's number one method of instigating thoughts.Reading memory is not just reading the currently active memory, but it can go deeper and deeper.Otherwise, Severus's Occlumency wouldn't have amazed him so much. Being able to suppress his insanity was not something a clever man could do in a short period of time.

Activate the silent and stick-less dementia, ignore those ambiguous* pictures flipped on the surface of the memory, and go deep and deep all the way...

ah!he saw...