[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

It was halfway through dinner before Draco returned to the table.His face was very ugly, and there was a little bit of anger, but the shame faded a lot, it was obvious that Snape had just said something to him.However, even after being taught a lesson, Draco's eldest son's temper still remained unchanged.He finished his meal with a stinky face, stopped Moriarty, let two servants watch the wind, and talked with Moriarty outside the castle.

"I wrote a letter to my family last night, and my mother sent a reply this morning, telling me that your identity has been confirmed, and the portrait of the Black family recognizes your blood—" Draco looked curiously, "But I don't understand why they didn't tell me whose descendants you are. I know that my mother has two cousins ​​and two sisters, but they either disappeared, were delisted, or were imprisoned in Azkaban..."

Moriarty shook his head, showing a disappointed expression: "They never wanted to tell me this. I used to live in the Muggle world..."

"Muggle world!" Draco exclaimed, "So you and that Sherlock Holmes knew each other before?"

"I've been paying attention to him since he was seven years old." Moriarty said half-truthfully, with just the right amount of sadness in his expression, "You know, I used to think that I was abandoned... …and a different monster. They were all afraid of me, or bullied me, except for Sherlock. I could tell at a glance that he was just like me...different from everyone around him.”

"You'd better keep your distance from him." Draco frowned, "The family motto of the Black family is 'always pure Black', right? If they know, you are very close to a bitch..."

He suddenly remained silent, as if he had thought of something, and looked thoughtful.Moriarty blinked and looked at him anxiously: "Draco?"

"...It's nothing." Draco came back to his senses, and stroked his head, "No wonder the Sorting Hat sorted you into Slytherin. You should indeed be a pureblood."

Moriarty switched expressions in due course.He wanted to pretend to be weak, not mentally retarded. A person without any strengths, even if Draco was willing to cover him, would have no place to survive in Slytherin.He shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter what my bloodline is. Even if I'm a mixed race, I don't have a chance to make my mark in Slytherin. The Black family has fallen, and I won't show up with this surname again. Who knows how many things we are not suitable to know behind my life experience? The sorting hat will sort me into Slytherin, which is the best admission for me. It's worth my association."

"Like Pritchard." Draco said, laughing, "You didn't mean to be bullied by him, did you?"

"I don't understand why he bullies me at all." Moriarty heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and complained, "Look, I'm just a freshman with no one to take care of me. It's terrible, if there is a fight, I will definitely not be his opponent. And he is just talking, if there is a fight, the fault must be on me, I am not that stupid."

The owner of the footsteps emerged, and two Hufflepuff boys came out with broomsticks, giving them a curious look.Draco had finished what he wanted to say, so he decided to return to the cellar.On the way, he unnaturally cared about whether Moriarty could adapt to the current life, and asked Moriarty why he "worshiped" Sherlock so much—as if he wanted to be a good brother but didn't know How to make it awkward.Moriarty was also happy to play the role of a good brother, answered his questions obediently, and then recommended to him a popular mystery novel in the Muggle world.

After returning to the dormitory to do homework for a while, seeing that the time was approaching, Moriarty and Alan greeted each other, and took their wands to the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

It was five minutes before eight o'clock when he entered.Moody was not there, but Sherlock was already standing in the office, staring at the instruments on Moody's desk.Hearing the sound of footsteps, he said without turning his head: "Looking glass, secret finder... Our Defense Against the Dark Arts class teaches a lot of secrets. His past must be very exciting."

"It should be easy to find out about this in Ravenclaw, right?" Moriarty said slowly, pulling out his wand and twirling it in his hand, "How is it, Sherlock? Your magic Is life still happy?"

Sherlock propped his hands on the desk, looking intently at the golden antenna: "——you don't need to remind me that this matter is related to you, Moriarty. Now I'm in your dream?"

"Don't test me, Sherlock." Moriarty said softly, "I don't believe you didn't realize that your dream has long been out of your control... It wasn't because of me, Sherlock, it was me who saved you from You were rescued from an out-of-control dream. But your luck is not very good, the game failed, and jumping off the cliff may wake you up from the dream and end it all—but now we appear here, a magical The wizarding world, and turned 11. I can't believe you haven't thought about what this has to do with it."

"There is only one possibility, I'm still dreaming." Sherlock turned around, his eyes burning.

"Who knows?" Moriarty grimaced, trying to whet Sherlock's appetite.

Just then, the door of the office was slammed open, and Moody limped in.It is rare for him to stay in the eye socket honestly, motionless, the other eye glanced at Moriarty and Sherlock, and said hoarsely: "Contradict the professor, huh? I almost forgot to use the school's Means... yes, Professor McGonagall suggested that I be confinement, but next time, I will remember to deduct points from Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

The magic eye was scurrying around again, which made the face look extraordinarily hideous.Moody stared at them for a while, as if he was satisfied with their unchanging expressions, his tone softened a bit: "However, it is very courageous. This is commendable, at least you dare to protect the weak...even if it is such a completely People who are not worth maintaining." He showed a disgusted expression and continued, "So, I decided to give you three days of confinement, from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] every night, you must stay in my office, clean and practice. The spell—”

He waved his wand, and a bucket and two rags appeared on the floor.

Sherlock suddenly asked: "Is there no magic spell for cleaning in the wizarding world?"

Moody had already sat down behind his desk, opened the drawer, and took out a book with a thick cover: "—Of course there is, such as cleaning up. But it is not something that freshmen can master, let alone ——" He suddenly roared, "This is punishment!"

Sherlock shut his mouth.Together with Moriarty, he lifted the bucket, chose a place farthest from Moody with a tacit understanding, and started cleaning from the window.

"It's really a smart and wise move." Moriarty sarcastically said, "Next time you make a move, can you be careful not to get me involved?"

Sherlock retorted: "Involvement? Even if I don't show up, I'm afraid you will get the same result."

"Need I repeat what he said?" Moriarty raised his eyebrows, "'As for you, boy—' This is obviously a singular number, and this sentence is obviously looking at you. It was just carried in."

"Your ability to turn black and white is as good as your ability to commit crimes." Sherlock lowered his voice and sneered, "If it wasn't for me, this would be your treatment alone—obviously you got me in the way."

"Don't forget, Sherlock..." Moriarty also lowered his voice and looked at him coldly, "If it wasn't for you, I would have already achieved the result I wanted."

Sherlock sneered: "Pretend to be a good boy who is friendly and honest, and gain the recognition of others, so that you won't be suspected when you take revenge on Pritchard?"

Moriarty also sneered: "A familiar method, but you must have felt it deeply. This method has always been useful, hasn't it?"

The two sides looked at each other for two seconds, and Sherlock was the first to let out a contemptuous snort from his nasal cavity.At the same time, Moriarty raised his hand without hesitation, slapped the rag on Sherlock's face, and kicked over the bucket with his legs. The villain shouted first, "Professor Moody! Holmes!" Knock over the bucket!"

Sherlock: "..."

Moody: "..."

Master, is it really okay for you to be so childish! ! !

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