[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

"—to have some fun?"

Moriarty repeated, taking a sharp breath.He caught a familiar smell on Sherlock's breath - tobacco, of course.And potions.He sat in Sherlock's arms without any resistance, and even had the time to adjust his posture to make himself more comfortable.Anyway, Sherlock is incapable of doing anything now, and he is happy to add more trouble to Sherlock.

"Indeed, life is boring enough now, we should have some fun." He muttered, "But I think you are even more boring, Sherlock. You know, I thought you could bring me fun, But now, you begged me to find fun for you?"

"Then treat me as your customer." Sherlock tightened his arms, his voice hoarse, "A customer who is willing to give everything... as long as he can get your help."

Moriarty laughed.He taunted: "What do you have left, Sherlock? Fame? Fortune? No, no, no, you don't even have the capital to let Jim lift your panties. Wow, 11-year-old Sherlock, that's true." Exciting enough."

He raised his butt on purpose again, rubbing it on Sherlock's leg recklessly.Sherlock choked him angrily, pinning him to the ground.But Moriarty was still laughing, mocking intermittently: "Cough...fuck...Sherlock...cough cough...what's left of him...cough..."

Sherlock let go.He also didn't have the energy to continue restraining Moriarty.

Moriarty stood up, adjusted his collar, cleared his throat, turned around and showed a polite face: "Then, what can the honorable Mr. Holmes give?"

Sherlock lowered his head, clenched his right hand into a fist, and firmly pressed against his stomach.He said with difficulty: "I must have something you need...you know what it is."

"What?" Moriarty asked knowingly.

"——you don't want to have fun with ordinary people, because that's not interesting at all." Sherlock said, "and I am the same. So I can understand your mood very well. It is not easy to find a good opponent—give the opponent one A chance to prove our strength, find a suitable battlefield, let's fight one-on-one, face-to-face... Interested?"

Moriarty let out a breath from his mouth and spread his hands: "I'm not interested."

"Well, well, I can't explain clearly. However, if you are willing to go on like this... I wish you a happy life, Jim, and you will spend a carefree student life at Hogwarts."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Sherlock let out a long breath, "It's just that we've never won or lost, never."

Moriarty stared at him for a while, then laughed.He said softly: "That's right, Sherlock. I also think it's time to convince you. Haven't you been forced to jump off a tall building? Haven't you been forced to jump off a cliff? Oh, I forgot, In your heart, this is actually your active choice. Then, I will choose the battlefield well."

He bowed politely and left under the stairs.Sherlock chased after two steps: "Moriarty—"

"—Oh, yes, remember to quit the drug addiction." Moriarty turned around, made a shooting posture towards him, and blew on the green smoke that did not exist on the index finger, "Otherwise... ...some of your functions may be affected."

Sherlock's face darkened.Moriarty happily rolled up the map and left.

/

The next morning, as the owls flew into the auditorium, Moriarty received a package.Unpacking the inconspicuous package, inside is a well-preserved landscape painting.It was just an ordinary rural sunset on the screen. After the little wizards sitting next to him glanced over a few times, they all shifted their attention.

Allen was very curious about this gift, because as far as he knew, this was the first time Moriarty had received something from an owl since he entered school.After looking twice more, he found some clues, poked Moriarty's arm, and asked in a low voice, "Magic portrait?"

Moriarty stretched out a hand slowly, and at some point in his palm, there was a gleaming paper knife, and with two swipes, he cut a hole the size of a palm in the drawing paper: "You read it wrong. .”

Allen: "..."

Well, he was indeed wrong. How could someone treat such a delicate thing as a magic portrait so roughly!

After saying a word about the remaining waste paper, Moriarty rolled up the cut piece of drawing paper and stuffed it into his pocket.This was one of the things he and Lucius agreed to yesterday, a magical portrait that Acris could freely enter and exit.The owner of the portrait, a Malfoy, still maintained his romantic personality after death, devoted himself to developing new lovers... his own magical portrait was left idle.

The Black family is really a useful pawn, so it's a pity to abandon it like this.What's more, they themselves are also stupid-stupid-wanting-moving. Even if they have become dead, they still don't forget to seek the welfare of the family... There is still room for exploitation on them.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts began to change quietly.A second-year student sitting across from Moriarty finished his breakfast, unfolded the "Daily Prophet" he had just received, glanced at the front page, and immediately let out a small exclamation.He glanced at Moriarty subconsciously, and looked down at the newspaper; but after a while, he couldn't help but glance at Moriarty again...

Such frequent staring was not the only example. Many students who were reading newspapers couldn't help but stare at Moriarty frequently, and then whispered to the person next to him.

Allen was sitting next to Moriarty, and of course felt the pressure of these gazes.He couldn't help looking left and right, and then asked the boy opposite: "Excuse me, can I borrow your newspaper to read?"

The boy gave him a strange look and passed the newspaper over.Allen thanked him, took the newspaper, and as soon as his eyes fell on it, he couldn't help but let out an "ah".

Moriarty loves assists like him.He put on his trademark innocent face, and looked at Allen curiously: "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing." Allen faltered, and quickly closed the newspaper, "Have you finished eating? Shall we go back to the dormitory?"

Moriarty thought about it and thought it would be better to draw it slowly, so he nodded obediently: "Okay! But, I have an appointment with Hermione to go to the library later..."

"You can go again in the afternoon!" Allen's voice was a little high, realizing his mistake, and quickly lowered his voice to make up for it: "I'm just... uh, you know, we haven't been alone for a long time... "

Moriarty was stunned, showing a troubled expression: "Alan, there is no way I would like you..."

Allen: "..." What the hell! ! !

Anyway, he finally persuaded Moriarty to go back to the dormitory with him to spend the morning, and he was so tired that he was sweating profusely.However, as soon as he arrived in the dormitory, Moriarty said that he was very curious about the latest news and wanted to find some newspapers to read.

Allen broke into a cold sweat suddenly: "...But I have some questions about homework to ask you! You know, Professor Snape just assigned us a paper..."

"But there is no conflict between the two!" Moriarty looked at him with extraordinarily innocent eyes, "We have a whole morning to solve the thesis problem, and it only takes 15 minutes to browse the newspaper. You are completely You can use this time to review the contents of the textbook first, Allen."

Everyone in the lounge was looking at them vaguely, and Allen felt that he was sweating more.After another chatter, Moriarty finally gave up the idea of ​​reading the newspaper and discussed the potions paper with him.Allen breathed a sigh of relief.But before he could figure out how to gently remind Moriarty to prepare him mentally, it was time for lunch again...

Allen: "... Moriarty, I just heard that you can also have lunch in the lounge, as long as you can summon a house elf. I happen to know the name of a house elf, shall we try it? ?”

Fortunately, I am smart enough!Allen praised his wit.But the good times didn't last long, Moriarty just woke up from a nap, packed up and was ready to go out for Hermione's appointment...

Allen quickly grabbed his robe: "Wait! I'll go with you!"

Moriarty looked at him strangely: "Didn't you always dislike libraries?"

"Uh... that's because... I want to see Harry!" Allen said anxiously, "He is the savior. I grew up listening to his deeds, and I have always been curious about him, but he is Gran. Fendo, we usually don't get in touch..."

Moriarty nodded knowingly: "So that's the case, you should have said it earlier! If I knew that the person you have a crush on is Harry, I wouldn't have to worry about breaking the friendship."

Allen: "..."

What should I do if my heart is so tired! ! !

When they saw Hermione in the library and saw the "Daily Prophet" in Hermione's hand and the thick "Wizard Genealogy and Research" next to it, Allen knew that things couldn't be kept secret. up.

Sure enough, upon seeing them, Hermione whispered, "Moriarty! Do you know that you and Harry are related?"

Moriarty shook his head blankly.Allen: "..."

etc! !What a development! ! ! ?

The author has something to say: Sherlock: Impact! ! ?Um? ? ?It's time for an aging booster! ! ! xx[The tens of thousands of characters are omitted below]hhh