[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

At first, few students took Pritchard's disappearance seriously.Similar things happened at Hogwarts two years ago, even more serious than this.Students who were petrified one after another, Slytherin's secret room, dementors, and fugitives who sneaked into Hogwarts... After experiencing these things, when encountering similar situations again, the students have been able to comfort themselves very skillfully, As long as Dumbledore is around, nothing will go wrong.

Even the Slytherins themselves didn't think much of it.Pritchard didn't have any close friends at Hogwarts either, and there were very few people who worried about him.As for the other houses, it would be good not to gloat over it.Gryffindor simply opened the market secretly, betting whether Pritchard found a secret road leading to the outside of the school and ran home secretly, or got lost in the Forbidden Forest, or accidentally broke into a certain place during a night tour. A secret room, trapped in it and unable to get out...

But no matter what kind of possibility it was, it was smashed to pieces by the increasingly serious faces of the professors.I don't know whether it's a coincidence or man-made, but after 10:30 last night, Hogwarts has never been able to find the existence of Pritchard.Neither the ghost nor the portrait was at a loss as to Pritchard's disappearance.The use of magic failed to find out what happened, everything showed that Pritchard's last activity was the Slytherin common room, and then all traces were wiped clean, as if Pritchard had never Like walking out of a cellar.

Things seemed so out of the ordinary, which just proved that Pritchard's disappearance was not an ordinary case.In the history of Hogwarts, there have been cases of students disappearing, but there has never been a time like this, where all traces of activities have been artificially erased...

During lunch, only two or three professors remained at the long table.When the dinner started, they finally all returned to the auditorium, but the atmosphere was still far from relaxed.The bow on Dumbledore's beard was tied into a knot, Moody drank from the curved bottle in silence, Snape looked like a living black cloud, and Professor McGonagall took his own by mistake several times. cup……

Draco looked disturbed too.He put the cheese in the pumpkin juice and drank it absent-mindedly, while Crabbe and Goyle, sitting next to him, looked like they had seen a ghost.

None of this had much to do with Moriarty, however.He had a great time on his first weekend at Hogwarts.In the morning, a loyal fan of Quidditch and Alan watched the team's training together. In the afternoon, he went to the library to borrow a few tomes to kill time. He looked no different from ordinary students.On the other hand, Sherlock disappeared after breakfast, and he hasn't seen anyone until now...

— which made Moriarty happier.

While dinner was in progress, a scream suddenly came in from outside.Following the screams, the castle administrator, Mr. Filch, stumbled in, his face pale, and he shouted in panic: "Principal! Dead! The student's body is on the fourth floor, that Pritchard..."

Dumbledore suddenly stood up and strode towards him.In a few seconds, he took Mr. Filch and disappeared at the door of the auditorium.The professors followed suit.After their figures disappeared, a huge uproar erupted in the auditorium.I don't know who was the first to throw down the food and rush out. Immediately afterwards, almost half of the students rushed out of the auditorium.

Moriarty was among the onlookers.When the crowd had almost stopped moving, he realized that standing behind him happened to be Draco.Draco's face was even worse than before, almost pale.The front was full of crowded heads, and there was almost nothing to see, but Draco was staring intently at the front, as if he was particularly interested in it.

Pritchard is dead.

The professors drove away the students who were watching the excitement, and many people left midway because of fear, but the matter still spread rapidly.Pritchard's body was found in the bathroom on the fourth floor.When he was found, the body had been soaked and swollen-bloated.There was a deep bruise on his neck, and his nails were broken at the base, apparently strangled rather than cursed.The reason for the discovery of the corpse was extremely coincidental. Peeves, the famous troublemaker at Hogwarts, went to be the ghost Myrtle who lived in the bathroom on the second floor. Myrtle escaped from the sewer crying all the way.As soon as she got out of the toilet, she saw Pritchard's dead body... and Peeves chased Myrtle too loudly, which attracted Filch again, and it happened that he discovered Pritchard's body. Richard's body.

Myrtle's high-pitched cry came faintly from ahead: "...I—as soon as I passed through the compartment door—I saw him lying on the water—with big eyes, looking at me like that— I remember being laughed at by Olive Hornby, and I went into the bathroom and saw those horrible eyes—"

"Okay, Myrtle!" Dumbledore stopped her sternly, and told the professors to take all the students from their houses back.As the crowd retreated, Moriarty grabbed Draco and led him into the shadows by the stairs.Snape walked past them sullenly, followed by the heads of several other houses and their students.After the students had dispersed, Moriarty heard Dumbledore asking Moody if he had any new ideas, then the door was closed and the voice disappeared.

"Draco, you look sick." Moriarty said softly, "Do you want to find a mirror to see your current complexion? You haven't slept all night, have you? Or have you had a nightmare? Do you need me to accompany you to find Madam Pomfrey?"

Draco almost shuddered with every word he said.He shook off Moriarty's hand with a big movement, and said in a panic, "I don't need you to meddle in my affairs! I don't have any problems..."

"Is it really all right, Draco?" Moriarty raised his face, the dim light cast on his face, his black eyes looked extraordinarily deep, "You seem to have encountered some kind of problem... I I remember you said that you should write letters to your family every week, if you have any difficult questions, why don't you write and ask your dad?"

Draco took a sharp breath and strode away in disbelief.Moriarty glanced toward the lavatory and left slowly behind him.When he got down to the second floor, a figure blocking the way suddenly appeared in front of him: "——Is it you who did it, Moriarty?"

"Wow, Sherlock." Moriarty said blankly, "You really shocked me. I don't accept baseless accusations. What crimes are you going to accuse me of?"

"Murder." Sherlock said coldly, "As soon as I heard the news of his disappearance, I knew it must be you. You always like not to let go of anyone who despises you, and use death to remind others of offending you The price...Graham Pritchard is just another Carl Power. Are you ready to go back to business in this world?"

"It's amazing, Sherlock, let me guess your reasoning process." Moriarty mocked, "If I wasn't Moriarty, you would never have suspected this matter on me Yes. What does it matter to me that poor Mr. Pritchard may have offended some undeserved offender and lost his young life at the beginning of the term? I am only a sickly outcast freshman. See When Mr. Pritchard was bullying me, you thought of Carl Power and deduced that I would kill him. Then he did, and you charged me with murder, Started jumping up and down looking for incriminating evidence - but, sorry, I still don't understand, what does this have to do with me? You didn't find the evidence you wanted, Sherlock?"

"—Magic is a magical force, but the clues are everywhere." Sherlock turned around Moriarty, his voice rising, "Are you always so easy to feel empty... lonely? Because you are People like that, so you just make the game harder, not ruin it."

"That's right, Sherlock." Moriarty said with a smile on his face, "But you should thank me for giving you alms, this is a gift from me - I just need to play with others What about you? What you need is to prove your superior intelligence all the time, but who can provide you with such soil except me?"

Sherlock looked as if he had been punched in the face.

"However, this is indeed a bit too much." Moriarty said gently, "Forcing you to admit that you can't do without me? The most talented consulting detective in the 21st century can't do without a criminal? Oh, if your admirers You know, how sad they must be. But I like it. What is that look on your face, Sherlock? Are you accusing me of being sentimental? Please, someone should really think about why Hogwarts is so Big, he just chose a place without magic portraits and without any surveillance power to intercept me?"

Moriarty felt refreshed after Sherlock was sick.He whistled briskly, and was about to leave Sherlock's side, but suddenly he was grabbed by the shoulder and slammed against the wall roughly.

"Why do you always have to be so smart, Jim?" Sherlock's lips pressed against Moriarty's ear.He breathed almost exclusively in Moriarty's ear.The scorching breath scorched the pinnae, instantly turning the pale skin blush.Before Moriarty could react, Sherlock sucked his earlobe in the next second, grinding his teeth lightly, his voice was indistinct.

"I don't want to use ageing drugs or be a pedophile...so don't make me... my dear Jim."

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