[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

"Do you know 12 Grimmauld Place? I think you must. I saw some wizards belonging to you watching over there," Moriarty blinked. It was you who I passed by for the first time, and I searched for information on the wizarding world for a long time, but finally found your subordinate—" He raised his hand and made a gesture of heart, and smiled at the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord lowered his eyes and took a sip of hot chocolate.

Moriarty, who didn't get a response, could only pout, and continued: "I got on my horse and came here to observe—guess what I found? Hey, there are numbers 11 and 13 in Grimmauld Place. , but there is no resident number 12! And no one is surprised by it—”

"What's even more amazing!" Moriarty raised his voice, "Once I get close to that place, I'll remember what I haven't done yet!"

"It's amazing!" His eyes lit up and he was in high spirits, "You know what? I've tried it so many times - let's see how much I can remember to do - it's great, it's so much fun! "

hehe.The Dark Lord took another sip of the hot chocolate.

"Thank you for this magical place," Moriarty clasped his hands together as a certificate of appreciation, "I have discovered a lot of things in the magical world, such as owls flying in the sky, space transfers that come and go with a whoosh, and—"

He snickered like a fox who had eaten a chicken, and said, "And hooked up with your subordinate. If you want me to say, Barty Crouch is really a very, very cute subordinate~"

hehe.The Dark Lord went on to take a sip of the hot chocolate.

Moriarty also picked up the mocha in front of him, and took a sip very gentlemanly.

"So," the Dark Lord began after Moriarty's gossip-like tirade (this is definitely a gossip, right? Is it? Is it?), "It seems that you are ready to invite mine?"

"Darling," said Moriarty shyly, "how dare I meet my sweetheart if I'm not ready? You are so powerful and cruel, so I don't think you will take pity on my humble and pitiful love. Be careful and you will give me a forgetful memory, or simply kill me and destroy my body-this is not what I want."

He puffed up his cheeks and said cutely: "I still want to have a sweet love with you, my dear."

hehe.The Dark Lord took another sip of the hot chocolate. He felt that he drank a little too fast, so he should order another cup.

"So, I did prepare," Moriarty said. "I set up email — you know what email is, right?"

The Dark Lord didn't want any reply.

"Sorry," said Moriarty, sticking out his tongue, "I shouldn't have questioned your knowledge of the basics of the Muggle world—however, your man, Barty Crouch, is, well, looking too... ...Too ignorant, so-so I can't help but want to explain to you..."

Go back and spread the common sense of the Muggle world to all Death Eaters.The Dark Lord snorted coldly, and secretly assigned a bunch of tasks to his subordinates in his heart.

"So, I set up the email," Moriarty changed the subject, "it will automatically send all the wizard knowledge I have collected at the specified time, and the recipients will be sent to email addresses all over the world. So—— "

The corner of his mouth curled up in a cheap arc: "If I die, or if I forget, he will automatically send it to the whole world!"

He approached the Dark Lord, lowered his voice, and pretended to be mysterious: "I guess, you are not ready for the exposure of the wizarding world~"

Certainly not prepared.

It is true that wizards are very powerful. The Imperius Curse, Legilimency, and Forgetfulness are all related to control and memory, which can very effectively control the attitude of Muggle executives and lead everything to the direction wizards expect; compound decoction , invisibility cloak, disillusionment spell, apparition, etc., are all excellent means of assassination, explosion, destruction, and small-scale assault, and have miraculous effects in secret acquisition, key person assassination, and key items; traceless extension spell, space Expanding spells, magnifying spells, and shrinking spells allow wizards to use one person to carry materials comparable to an army, and can even complete the effect of plundering the opponent's materials to enrich themselves.

Although wizards have so many magical skills, such as controlling memory, expelling Muggles, and even reversing time, the disparity in the number of people can sometimes smooth everything out, and the current population gap is not a few times, but dozens of times, several times. A hundred times, thousands of times!

Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, there are too many Muggles; and what he controls is only England at present, and he can't even twist all the existing wizards into one rope. He is still not ready for it.

What's more, for the guy in front of him, if you think about it, you will know that he will not describe any good things in the email, but will do everything possible to provoke a war between Muggles and wizards. Very interesting too!

However, although Moriarty was well prepared, he did not know enough about the wizarding world. There are few people in the wizarding world, and even fewer people will be active in the Muggle world. It was indeed difficult for him to find the wizards who had put on heavy protection and collect enough information through them——

Even in the face of the threat of automated emails, the Dark Lord is not without solutions.Magic, magical magic, almighty magic.

The Dark Lord put down the hot chocolate in his hand, smiled at Moriarty, and said silently in his heart:

imperio (out of body)——

Follow my orders.

Well--

Delete the email you are about to send.

Well--

Delete the email you are about to send.

Do not?

Delete the email you are about to send.

Do not--!

Moriarty rushed forward, so violently that he knocked over the Mocha in front of him, and the coffee-colored liquid poured out from the cup, contaminating the entire tabletop.The coffee cup dangled on the table for a half-turn, and finally stopped because of the handle of the cup.

There was a strange scrutiny in the Dark Lord's eyes.To be able to resist the feeling of being Imperius the first time he was cast with the Imperius Curse, especially if the Imperius Curse had been cast by the Dark Lord himself - was quite a feat.

Moriarty slowly put down the phone that was already in his hand and was about to delete emails, and slammed it heavily on the table, making a loud slap, as if the phone was about to be knocked down: "Don't you think, you Should something be explained?"

"Do I need to explain something?" The Dark Lord replied leisurely.The overturned mocha spread slowly on the tablecloth, and soon spread to the edge of the table, and began to fall under the table drop by drop.

"It sounds," Moriarty said in an unbelievable tone, "you think it's normal?"

The Dark Lord picked up the tipped coffee cup with his fingers, put it back in front of Moriarty, and performed a cleanup by the way, which wiped away the remaining mocha in the cup and the liquid soaked on the table: "Maybe, you need another mocha?"

"You're so annoying," Moriarty pouted half-squeamishly, "Hey, I really need an explanation, or I won't be happy."

He winked suggestively at the Dark Lord: "I don't know, if I'm unhappy, what will I do~~"

The Dark Lord laughed and said, "Well, I don't really understand why something so simple needs an explanation - you challenged it, I responded to it, then you responded to it, and finally It still looks like you're better at it, doesn't it?"

Moriarty laughed suddenly, as bright as flowers bloomed on his face: "Wow! I heard it right, did you say - I am superior? Am I being praised? Did you Finally willing to admit that I won a game?"

"Yes, you won a round," said the Dark Lord, leaning back in his chair, "Jim Moriarty, I've heard of you before, you dominate more than half of the crimes in London, the dark world of England the king of crime, the Napoleon of crime, the famous counselor of criminals - but actually getting in touch with you really blew my mind."

Moriarty grinned and muttered, "But you didn't act like you were taken aback, I thought it was always me who was taken aback~"

Ignoring the words of the person in front of him, the Dark Lord continued: "I guess, you don't think those stupid, ordinary, and uninteresting guys are your kind?"

Moriarty smiled and threw a wink: "Of course, I think we can all see it~"

"So," the Dark Lord also laughed, "if you feel that life is boring, why don't you come and see another world?"

Moriarty covered his face excitedly: "Oh, oh, I'm really - very happy!"

He slightly opened the gaps between his fingers covering his face, his big eyes sparkled between his fingers, and added: "Of course, it would be even better if you are willing to make an appointment with me—it will definitely be one Very romantic, very memorable date, just like today."

The Dark Lord ignored this additional sentence, stood up gracefully, and stretched out his hand to the man in the suit in front of him: "So, happy cooperation?"

Moriarty also stood up, took the Dark Lord's hand back, and replied in a gentlemanly manner: "We have a good cooperation."

By the way, Moriarty's little finger hooked lightly and firmly into the Dark Lord's palm.