[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

Moriarty calmly waited for Lucius to make his choice.

This is actually not a very difficult question.Although there seemed to be two paths before Lucius, as long as the Dark Mark was still on his arm, at least on the bright side, Lucius would not be able to disobey Moriarty's order.What's more, his "old master" has always been vengeful, and now he has acquired a brand new identity, staying by his son's side... If this cannot be selected, Lucius doesn't have to be the head of the Malfoy family.

Lucius had indeed been chosen.In fact, he should have known how to choose when the Dark Mark reacted—but he still had doubts about Moriarty's identity.He knows how Voldemort's remnant soul once attached to Quirrell and entered Hogwarts, and he also knows that there are many kinds of evil black magic that can make the Dark Lord appear as a child... The Marauder's Map proves that Moriah Dee's "name", but this did not prevent Lucius from having new suspicions - no one except the Dark Lord himself knew the magic principle of the Dark Mark.It might be magic connected to the soul, but maybe it's also about the bloodline... If the control of the brand can be passed on through the bloodline, is it possible that Moriarty is a descendant of the Dark Lord himself?

With this suspicion, Lucius' deference to Moriarty was tinged with cunning.But only a short moment later, this cunning was shattered by Moriarty's reaction... He lowered his head and shouted in a convincing voice, "Master."

Moriarty laughed softly, and the child's voice sounded a little hoarse and cruel at the moment: "That's funny...Lucius. Are you afraid that I will hurt Draco?"

Lucius' cold sweat broke out again.He replied cautiously in a low voice: "No...Master...it is Draco's honor to work for you."

"Draco doesn't necessarily feel that way," Moriarty said softly. "The honor the Dark Lord bestowed upon him...he's afraid. To kill a man without knowing it, all night long." Can't sleep, can't face the truth. Tell me, Lucius, how did you raise such a kind son? How much blood did you get on your hands? How much Narcissa? Bella used to torture me crazy How many bastards and disobedient wizards? How can I trust that the Malfoy family can serve me for a long time?"

Lucius was dripping with cold sweat, and couldn't help lowering his upper body a little: "Master... what are you talking about?"

"Can't you see, Lucius?" Moriarty held up his palms and put them in front of his eyes, admiring them with a fascinated expression, "Fresh body, abundant magic power, sufficient energy...I succeeded. I has attained eternal life."

Lucius' cane slipped to the ground.With a pale face, he bent down to pick it up, and when he got up again, his expression was much calmer: "But Changsheng—Master, forgive me, how are you sure..."

"It's okay, Lucius, I allow your little curiosity." Moriarty said tolerantly, "I am happy to share some of my secrets with you, because after this, I have something about this secret that I want to let you know." Do...you know, Horcruxes?"

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After scaring Lucius, Moriarty returned to Hogwarts contentedly.Before walking out of the tunnel, he saw Sherlock's name on the Marauder's Map.He stood in the passage for a while, and saw the little dot representing Sherlock leave from the statue of the one-eyed witch, go up the stairs one by one, and then come out along the passage, leaving the corridor on the fourth floor.

But before he reached the first floor, at the corner of the second floor, Moriarty was blocked by the panting Sherlock again.He raised his eyebrows, folded his arms leisurely: "Holmes?"

"Jim." The curly hair on Sherlock's forehead was wet, "I heard that you borrowed the Marauder's Map from Potter, so I knew you must go out to meet someone. Then it occurred to me that maybe you saw my name. Will definitely come out of that aisle, but will definitely go to Potter to return the map, so I went to the eighth floor again... But I just remembered that you are almost as smart as me, and with your physical strength, go back It might not be so easy to climb another secret path, so I rushed over, and I saw you here."

"Shouldn't you take a few more breaths before you speak, Holmes?" Moriarty said coldly, "I thought you knew we were quarreling now?"

Sherlock straightened up immediately: "...Arguing? When?"

Moriarty asked without answering, "Who did you hear about, Ron?"

Sherlock looked puzzled: "...What does it matter? I just care about whether the news is correct or not."

Moriarty shook his head, with a look of pity on his face: "I really pity your lover, Mr. Holmes, how can John endure your low EQ?"

"He's never put up with it." Sherlock looked impatient. "What the hell does it matter? When did we fight?"

Moriarty pondered for a moment, then smiled: "Now."

Then he bypassed Sherlock and walked down the stairs calmly.

Sherlock pursued him persistently and grabbed his arm: "Wait a minute—Jim? Moriarty? Well, dear Jim, can you spare a few minutes and listen to me a few words?"

"—I'm afraid you didn't run to the exit of the secret passage to wait for me just to say a few words." Moriarty lazily said, "Have you wanted to do this for a long time, Sherlock? Did you think Filled with an indescribable sense of excitement? This world is boring you, right? What a pity, the wizarding world is a peaceful place, Hogwarts has no cases for you to solve, your brain is going to rust Bar?"

"You're right." Sherlock stared into his eyes.For a moment, Moriarty thought he was looking greedily at him.

Sherlock said word for word, "You're right. Exactly right, Moriarty. It's so boring here that I can hardly find anything to do. What does magic have to do with my mind, except that magic is magic? Newspaper It's full of boring news, whitewashing. There are some interesting things in the Dark Wizard's Codex, but no one uses it now! What was I doing when I was 11 years old? Huh? What about you? It's such a life. unbearable!"

Moriarty said maliciously: "So the big detective is going to ask me, a consulting criminal, to have some fun for you? For example—how many murders were committed at Hogwarts?"

Sherlock actually smiled.Moriarty took a step back.If those who are familiar with Sherlock...such as Jasmine or Watson saw his expression, they would definitely feel horrified.

Moriarty was not used to Sherlock's expression, and even hated it.Sherlock's smile at the moment reminded him of himself in the mirror, and a wordless sense of anxiety grew from the bottom of his heart, causing him to suppress the expression on his face and look right at Sherlock.

"Dear... Jim." Sherlock said softly, "May I give you some commissions? For example, play some small brain games with me. My hard drive will be-damn-dead-live- It’s rusted—!!”

The last few words were squeezed out between his teeth, and the veins on the back of Sherlock's hands bulged, he clamped Moriarty's arm tightly, and half-kneeled on the ground with convulsions.Moriarty felt a sharp pain in his forearm, and cold sweat broke out instantly on his forehead.

He raised his leg and kicked Sherlock in the stomach, but Sherlock didn't move.Moriarty kicked him twice angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "Let go!!"

Sherlock opened his lips and babbled a few words, then seemed to regain consciousness suddenly, panting heavily: "Jim—"

His hand loosened a little bit, but it was still tightly locked.Moriarty took out his wand with his other hand and pointed it at him: "Let's go!"

Sherlock let go of his hand without a word, and fell limp.Seeing the magic portrait not far away, Moriarty quickly reached out and grabbed Sherlock by the neck, dragging him to the corner under the stairs.

Sherlock's consciousness has fallen into a blur.He struggled to distinguish Moriarty's shadow, and muttered something.After confirming that no one would see this way, Moriarty grabbed Sherlock by the neck and punched him in the cheek.

The pain made Sherlock wake up a little bit, but Moriarty didn't stop. After hitting him three or four times in succession, he shook his sore wrist and said with a sneer, "Morphine? Or cocaine? I think it looks like some kind of potion —Are you so bored, Sherlock? How far do you want to go?—Do you think that will get you back to your dear John?”

He turned to leave, but someone grabbed his ankle.That hand then climbed onto his robe, wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him back.Caught off guard, Moriarty fell into Sherlock's arms.Cold sweat ran from Sherlock's forehead to Moriarty's temples, and his wet lips pressed against his ear.

"Honey—consulting the criminal," he gasped, his voice almost a whisper, "could you please—have some fun for the great detective?"

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