[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

All the teachers and students of Hogwarts stood in front of the castle to greet them.The first graders were arranged to stand in the front row, and after a lot of jostling, the person standing next to Moriarty was actually Sherlock again.He glanced at Sherlock, who gave him a nonchalant glance back.So Moriarty smiled and brushed off the non-existent dust from the top of his head, taking the opportunity to pluck out a few hairs.

Sherlock frowned in pain and lowered his voice: "What are you doing again, Moriarty?"

"I hope you don't forget that we are still in the Cold War, Mr. Holmes." Moriarty blew on his fingertips, happily seeing those curly hair floating in the air.

"I thought a month was enough to wake you up, Moriarty." Sherlock's face was expressionless, his lips twitching, "Don't tell me you didn't stand up to talk to me? Oh, I forgot , this is the wizarding world. There are countless kinds of magic that allow you to use my identity to do anything. Hair, Polyjuice Potion, am I right?"

"You're not at all like me when you're smart, Sherlock." There was a buzz among the students, and the voices of Moriarty and Sherlock were drowned out without attracting any attention. "Polyjuice Potion...? Who do you think you are now? The much-anticipated detective Sherlock Holmes? Mycroft's younger brother? A 27-year-old celibate genius? What good does it do me to frame you?"

"But you never do useless things..."

"Oh... Sherlock, the most useless thing I've ever done in my life is to bet against you." Moriarty puffed up his cheeks and let out a breath of air, "Have you solved that riddle, huh? Detective Holmes?"

A look of unnaturalness flashed across Sherlock's face, he paused for a moment, and quickly said: "Of course, in fact it's very simple. As long as other possibilities are ruled out, the last one left is undoubtedly the correct option...You have mastered it." There's some way to make the portraits shut up or turn a blind eye. Maybe it's magic, maybe it's not. It's also possible that you're using some kind of coincidence, but I haven't found it yet..."

Moriarty sighed, "Sherlock, you know that's not what I'm talking about."

"Of course I do." Sherlock replied very quickly, "but before solving another problem, I think it is necessary to solve this one first."

Moriarty made a face at him, and said pitifully, "Then just say it, Sherlock, what's your conclusion?"

"You have a certain ability." Sherlock's lips moved slightly, "The ability to transform into a bride, disappear from your original family, and change the facts."

"I think so too, but it's a pity that this is no longer your dream." Moriarty said coldly, "Ability? You really should learn more about this world, Sherlock... store more information about Common sense of magic. You’ve heard of invisibility cloaks, haven’t you heard of a magic called the Disillusionment Curse?”

Sherlock raised his head suddenly, his expression changed from shock to ecstasy: "I see...you used magic? But it must not be mastered by ordinary students, otherwise the Aurors and professors would not have thought of this...so I've guessed right from the start, you've got a helper... Moody!"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he retorted to himself again: "No... Moody did have a reason to do this, but he would never do it under Dumbledore's nose. Even if he is a lunatic, Dumbledore is a madman." Normal people. They have known each other for too long, if there is anything unusual about Moody, it is impossible for Dumbledore not to find out..."

"Are you trying to get something out of me?" Moriarty said leisurely, "Then I can tell you directly... as long as you ask me."

"Please." Sherlock said immediately.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows: "This kind of pleading really makes people feel no pleasure at all, wouldn't you think of other ways, Sherlock?"

Sherlock turned his head away with lightning speed, kissed him and let go quickly.There was a whistling and booing behind them.Moriarty was furious.Sherlock smiled brightly, "Please."

Moriarty's heel kissed tenderly on the tips of Sherlock's toes.

Snape and McGonagall walked around among the students, finally calming everyone down.However, the flying carriage that Beauxbaton's team was riding on arrived shortly thereafter, which inevitably caused commotion among the students.

The tall headmaster Mrs. Maxime of Beauxbatons got off the carriage with the thinly dressed students and greeted Dumbledore.Before letting them wait too long in the cold wind, a large ship that looked very old and Viking-style floated up from the Black Lake, and Durmstrang's representative also arrived.

They were dressed exactly the opposite of Beauxbaton's students. They all wore thick fur cloaks as if they had just returned from a world of ice and snow.Also at the forefront was their headmaster, a thin man with silver hair and a goatee, Igor Karkaroff.

Another Death Eater...

Moriarty looked at him unscrupulously. Anyway, almost all the students were paying attention to Durmstrang, and his actions did not attract any attention.A student walking behind Karkaroff felt the gaze from here and took a look.He walks a bit sloppy, with sallow skin, a tall figure, two thick black eyebrows, and a hooked nose that makes him look particularly sinister.

The result of the data matching emerged in Moriarty's mind - Viktor Krum, one of the players in the Triwizard Tournament.

He smiled at Krum, who looked puzzled and looked away quickly.

"—Jim, do you know something that I don't?" Sherlock asked suddenly.

Moriarty looked at him in confusion. "—some—what? Sorry, Sherlock, I thought I told you that? You're really ignorant."

"No, no, it's not this." Sherlock shook his head, "It's really hard to find clues from your behavior, Jim, you always make no secret of your intentions, so you will give me judgment instead. Cause interference. But you will not stare at a character from another school for no reason, and smile at him, right? The spider smiles at the prey... Is there anything you can use in him? Or do you Because what's the plan for the Triwizard Tournament? Oh, sure, it's a deadly event. There's plenty of opportunity for you to do something with it, and there's a good chance you'll be among those contestants…"

"Wow——Sherlock, are you really jealous?" Moriarty shook his neck with a surprised expression, "Great, Sherlock Holmes is in love with his old enemy? Then he will Don't deserve to be called Moriarty's enemy anymore. Do you know why I'm smiling at him? One thing you guessed right, he does matter because he's going to be a Triwizard Tournament player .Didn’t you notice that everyone is watching him and cheering now? It’s the same old saying, you really should care more about common sense – Viktor Krum, a Bulgarian Seeker, just participated in this year’s The Quidditch World Cup. Oh, don't you want me to explain to you what Quidditch is?"

"I never knew you were a relationship expert." Sherlock said blankly.

"Of course the master criminal is an expert in emotions. He can always see through the source, essence and result of all emotions... So now he is going to answer your question in a good mood. Tell me, Sherlock, what do you want to hear?"

Sherlock paused: "... Is Moody your helper?"

"Of course he is." Moriarty put his arms around Sherlock's neck, leaned closer to him, and said intimately, "The whole world is my helper... including you, Sherlock. Do you want to continue the game? Think about it Find a way to ask me, and I may promise you."

He let go of his hand, walked up the steps with the flow of people, and quickly disappeared among the crowded students.

Sherlock stood there, couldn't help but scratched his fingers, an excited smile appeared on his face.

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