[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

Hogwarts—magic portrait—these two words finally became the key to unlock the memory palace, allowing Moriarty to successfully retrieve the information he needed.Wizard, Animagus, Blake... He should indeed be familiar with these words, because when they are put together, it is a series of... fantasy children's literature novels that are popular all over the world.Because it was so famous, Moriarty had seen it too.But as a pastime, children's literature has always been too dull, so after a cursory scan, Mr. Boss of the crime world tosses it aside.

But thanks to his unique way of remembering, he can still remember most of the content of this novel.What impresses him is some of the settings, such as the magic school that recruits wizards, the pure blood who despises Muggles and is arrogant, the Dark Lord who cuts his soul into seven pieces and is defeated by a little baby... because it is It is a children's novel, and the level of criminal methods described in it can be expected.If this story didn't take place in a magical world where everything is possible, no one would be interested in the history of the mentally retarded bald pervert and the lightning-scarred baby growing up to kill each other.

But it has to be said that the charm of the story itself reflects with this magical world.Writing a story may be easy, but creating a world is not.Moriarty thus made a memory impression of it.At this moment, he has recalled the story line of the novel and judged his current situation—it sounds like he entered this fictional magical world and became a member of the portrait of Black's old house?

He knew that this kind of situation should be called crossing—but crossing into a portrait? ? Excuseme? ? !

Moriarty dismissed the curious Acres and began to think about his current situation.Obviously, his time travel is related to Sherlock's dream world, because the essence of this world is no different from Sherlock's dream, the only difference is that Sherlock is dreaming, so the Victorian era is not complete; But now Moriarty is in a world in a series of novels, and he has reason to believe that the laws of this world are perfect.This needs no additional verification, as Moriarty doesn't recall reading Acres Black's name in Harry Potter, much less hearing of a Vargo Abdu's magic school.

He will travel to become a portrait, perhaps it is also related to the completion of this law... Sherlock's dream world is largely influenced by himself, so Moriarty is both alive and dead in that world Yep, when Sherlock believes he's alive, he has an entity.But he is still a ghost in essence, so after traveling to this world, he will enter the portrait stored in the wizard's consciousness after death.

Sherlock, who fell off the cliff with him, is likely to be here too.

Moriarty's eyes darkened, and he put the matter aside.Now he wants to verify whether he is a ghost, or can only survive on a special magical medium like these portraits... If he is a ghost, is he closer to Voldemort after cutting the soul slice, or an ordinary ghost?You know, there is a real resurrection method in this world...

Moriarty was even able to recite the methods Voldemort used to obtain his flesh - the flesh of his servants, the bones of his father and the blood of his enemies.Checking out this method seems to be good...

Akeris took the opportunity to leave just now, he must have gone to discuss with other portraits about him.These wizards still retain their thoughts after death, and the Black family are all so-called insidious and cunning Slytherins. It is not so easy to deceive them.But Akeris probably didn't think he would be a ghost, so he unsuspectingly told the way from here to the outside world—anyway, it is impossible for the portrait to leave the carrier.So after sitting by the fire for a while and warming his cold hands, Moriarty left the glade and walked outside in a hurry.

His footsteps touched an invisible boundary more than 200 meters away. After meditating to go out, Moriarty felt light all over his body and passed through without hindrance.It was pitch black in Blake's old house, and no gleam of light could penetrate the gloomy house through the curtains.When sitting in front of the fire, Moriarty only felt that there was darkness in the distance, so he didn't realize that there was only such a small distance between where he was and the outside world.

He stretched out his hand and found that he actually had a body, but unlike the ghost's pearly white, his body exuded a misty shimmer, his whole body was translucent, but colors could be seen.He was about to summon a light source to see where he was, when he heard an exclamation: "My God, there is a stray ghost here!"

"Don't make noise, Arcturus." Another voice rang out, with a little impatience in his tone, "Can't you just let me take a nap? How could there be a ghost coming in the Black house? With a special protection spell..."

"Achris! In whose portrait is Achris?" cried the first voice. "I see him. He comes out of the portrait of Achris!"

In an instant, various discussions exploded in Moriarty's ears, as if all the portraits in the house had woken up at that instant.They chattered about Moriarty's origin and identity, and quickly vetoed other people's opinions.Moriarty thought it was a little too loud.He tried to turn on the light here with his thoughts, and when the light came on, Acres just ran back from other portraits: "What—? What happened—oh, don't turn on the light!"

A group of portraits have their eyes covered.Acris scolded angrily, "Who turned on the lights? Kreacher! Damn, I told you not to turn on the lights at night! We like natural light!"

Moriarty ignored them and looked at where he was now.He was standing in a long, narrow room with a sweet musty smell filling his senses.The carpet is moldy, moth-eaten in several places, the wallpaper is warped and peeled off, the chandelier above the head is shaking, and the light is flickering, as if it will fall off at any time.Obviously no one has entered here for a long time, and there is dust everywhere.After scanning his surroundings, Moriarty turned around and walked out the door.

Acres was watching him furtively through his fingers, and found that he was about to leave, and hurriedly called behind him: "Wait, wait, Mr. Moriarty? Well, honorable sir ! Please stay! I have some questions that I want to ask you face to face!"

Moriarty turned around and looked at him with a half-smile.Already the portrait beside him exclaimed in surprise: "Do you know him, Acres?—Who is he?"

"James Moriarty." Moriarty said, approaching them casually, and stopped two meters away from the portrait: "Have you got any news, Acres?"

Acres shook his head, looking at him with unconcealed surprise: "No, Nigellus is not in his portrait, I guess he is staying at Hogwarts tonight, so come back It’s—you’re a ghost!? How did you get into Black’s house!?”

"I want to know about this too, Acres." Moriarty said indifferently, "If you wake up to find yourself dead and appear in someone else's portrait in Muggle clothes, I guess you It would be less rash, too. But since I am a ghost and not a portrait, I could of course choose a different path from yours."

"Moriarty?—I've never heard that name," interjected one of the portraits. "A Mudblood?"

Moriarty raised his hand, and the sound of a loud gunshot echoed through the room.The man in that portrait ran screaming into other portraits, and his portrait had holes in it, and the boards were cracked.Moriarty said coldly: "Don't test my patience, gentlemen of the Black family, do you want to try the price of insulting a Slytherin?"

"I've seen what you're holding—" said a witch in a tall wig. "Muggles call it a gun, and wizards don't use such things!"

"Stop messing around, my dear, Muggle stuff can't break our protective spell." Acres said in a tired tone, "This is obviously a magical tool that has been illegally modified—but how can you do it in the world?" I cast magic in my portrait, and it can still be taken outside? And this is not something that can be done by the Transfiguration Curse... Who the hell are you? This is Black's house after all, if you can't give a reasonable answer, I will Will gladly send our house-elf to inform the Aurors."

"I don't want to talk about this topic right now, Blacks." Moriarty said softly, slowly laughing, "But I suddenly remembered something, someone from the Blacks seemed to have taken something from me... Mine, the locket."

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I feel like this volume will be very long~