[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

The room fell silent for a moment, and then there was a buzzing sound of discussion again, and the sound became louder and louder.Moriarty heard a witch scream: "How dare he accuse a Black of being a thief!" Yet more voices said, "Notify the Aurors! Notify the Aurors! Damn, who put Phinea Call back? Kreacher! Kreacher! Get this impudent fellow out!"

Moriarty twirled his pistol, and said coldly: "Thank you for your reminders, everyone, otherwise, with my vague memory, it would be really difficult for me to recall that someone stole my things. If you plan to call the Aurors over, I would be grateful, I'm worried about being able to carry out this accusation... Besides, Aurors should be very interested in a dark magic mansion that has been dusty for a long time? Didn't know that the Black family was in this mansion How much wealth is left, and how many prohibited items are left?"

"You wouldn't be happy for us to call the Aurors..." A voice sounded from above Moriarty's head, "The Black family has no heirs, so what does it matter if someone finds out? We have already been powerless to stop... ...but you, sir, I'm afraid you'll have a hard time explaining to the Ministry why the Slytherin locket is supposed to be yours!"

Moriarty raised his head, and a tall, thin man in a dark green dress was standing in the portrait above his head, looking at him with scrutiny.

"Signus." Acres called out his name, rolling his eyes slyly. "What Slytherin locket? Why didn't we ever know we had such a thing at home?"

"Shut up, Acres, you've messed up everything." The man said coldly, "Open your portrait, I want to go in."

Achilles closed his mouth resentfully.The man quickly disappeared from his own portrait and reappeared in Acres' portrait.The other portraits have drawn their curtains, or closed their eyes, pretending to be asleep and overhearing their conversation, but the whispers persist.

"You don't mind if I choose a quieter environment?" Moriarty said, looking around, and suddenly fired a shot at the window.There was a burst of noise and screaming from the shattering of glass, but then they really fell silent.

"Disrespectful..." Acris muttered, and then closed his mouth.When the opponent is obviously stronger than oneself, some accusations are not suitable to be uttered.

"I'm afraid you still don't know where you are, Mr. Moriarty. Or should I call you Slytherin?" Signus said, looking directly at Moriarty like a falcon, "here The portrait room of the Blake family, or to use a more apt description, the death chamber. Since the day it was established, it has been hidden underground by magic, and no one can enter unless there are new portraits to be added. But, most of the Black family didn't even know of such a place until they died, how did you show up here, Mr. Ghost?"

Moriarty said coldly: "Great, I also want to ask this question. I was supposed to wake up in a warm and comfortable manor, surrounded by loyal servants and house elves, but now A ghost appeared in the basement of someone else's house? I would be very grateful if you could explain it to me."

He comes across as tough, which puts Signus at ease.When he spoke again, Signus' tone was much gentler: "I don't want to condemn you, but you should understand that this matter is a bit beyond common sense... However, if you come from that famous family , we should not be particularly surprised.”

Moriarty raised the corners of his lips with a half-smile: "Wow...it's amazing, so you're asking me about my background? Some people liked to ask me such a question before, but then they didn't dare to ask me anymore...you said This is the portrait room of the Blake family, so I think someone should know me, or what I used to be..." His eyes wandered on the wall for a week, and he said slowly: "I used to have a name, Tom Marvolo Riddle. But back then, more people called me... Voldemort."

"Voldemort!" A wizard who was pretending to be asleep cried out, "Impossible! This is impossible! Voldemort was defeated more than ten years ago...he is already dead!"

"The Dark Lord is immortal." Moriarty said softly, "I don't know which period you know about me, but I can imagine what kind of things he did—crazy, sane None. But even so, he is still a great Dark Lord who cannot be underestimated, and someone in the Black family betrayed him..."

His words caused an uproar.Signus stared at him closely: "The soul cannot be deceived. Someone in the Black family used to be Voldemort's subordinate, and they recognized the appearance of the Dark Lord..."

"Then they must also know that the Dark Lord looks more and more different from before." Moriarty interrupted him, sneering, "I don't know what he turned into later, but he must be the same as the Dark Lord." It's a far cry from black eyes, maybe even looking like a snake... that's unavoidable."

"But how can we conclude that you are the Dark Lord?"

"Find a Death Eater." Moriarty said calmly, "Dark Mark, each of my subordinates has that... I have made a special magical contract with them, no matter whose mark I put my hand on Everyone else with the Mark will feel the heat of the Mark. They'll know I'm calling them, and appear before me. Don't the Blacks have my Death Eaters? Let them come."

Moriarty was confident.These portraits have proved that his abilities are beyond the magic they recognize, so it is very likely that, like Sherlock's dream world, he can manipulate certain things with his thoughts.Even if that wasn't true, where did the portraits get him a Death Eater?Voldemort's criteria for selecting Death Eaters were very strict. After his failure, most of them were already in prison, and everyone else had a certain influence in the wizarding world, so how could it be a house-elf who kidnapped them? Got it?Even if the portraits could be used to send messages to each other, by the time a Death Eater willingly appeared here to greet him, Moriarty would have figured out a way to get the locket stolen by Regulus and leave Black. home.

He had long since discovered that he could pass through spells that seemed to have little effect on him.The reason why he didn't leave, but stayed here to pretend to be Voldemort, was just because he was worried that Kreacher, the house elf, would hinder him, and he could indeed gain more benefits by staying.

Moriarty wants to obtain a physical body, and the only known method is the potion described in the original work.But the father's bone, the servant's flesh and the enemy's blood are just medicines, and the real potion formula needs to be obtained separately... If you can get Voldemort's soul piece, of course, you can save a lot of time.

"...you won't see them anymore, Master."

A figure appeared in the portrait next to Acres.It was an old woman with sallow skin, a black hat on her white hair, and a wrinkled face. She looked much older than the people in other portraits.She saluted Moriarty respectfully, and murmured, "No one knows the secret of the Dark Mark except the Death Eaters. No one knows that the Dark Lord is getting crazier every day except us... Becoming less human every day...they're all dead, Riddle, the ones who didn't die were caught in Azkaban, or denied ever following you, claiming to be deceived by you, and getting away with it... "

The other portraits couldn't help whispering to each other: "Wolburga?"

"Who called her here? She has been insane..."

"Walburga?" Moriarty whispered, looking into her eyes. "You don't look the same at all."

You see Tom Riddle... he thought to himself, you see young Voldemort...

Walburga looked dazed for a while, and replied: "You are still as young as before, master, you haven't changed at all... But the Black house was destroyed, my Regulus, he died without a sound ... and that villain, a bitch, a bastard who tarnished the family's honor, was imprisoned in Azkaban as a Death Eater..."

Moriarty laughed happily.

The author has something to say: I was too sleepy yesterday... orz knelt down and fell asleep just like that...

Counting on my fingers...there are still four days left for the holiday...

There is a bonus tonight! !I wrote a joint article with a friend, the topic is BE Thirty Questions, this time I plan to write about Mofu, to make up for the regret that I can’t write about Mofu in this article... #After all, after a comparison, I think Mo Niang is more beautiful, I like it more Beautiful by xx and like Sherlock, I also like beautiful feet, so I have a strong sense of substitution when I write it... [Is it exposed?]#However, I can’t give up women’s clothing Gong xxx Those who like Mofu can take a look~