[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

There was joy in the Slytherin common room.When Moriarty walked in, his eyes were full of reserved smiles.The atmosphere reminded him of the time when he threw a few random papers to some obscure university—and then he became a mathematics professor at that school.

"Congratulations!" A prefect coughed softly and stepped forward, "Congratulations, Moriarty! The youngest Triwizard Tournament warrior in history—"

"It's also the warrior who died young." Someone muttered beside him.

The prefect pretended not to hear: "...also the first warrior of Slytherin house! We are so proud of you, Moriarty!"

He clapped his hands twice, but no one responded, and the scene suddenly became awkward.After a pause of two seconds, the prefect said dryly: "Congratulations, the other prefects will continue." Then he walked back.

There was a burst of laughter in the common room, and then fell silent again.Moriarty stood silently in the doorway.Draco's voice suddenly sounded: "Come on, is there anyone who doesn't know this is a conspiracy?"

"But that's too clumsy," retorted a student. "Who would use such an obvious plot?"

"Even if everyone knew it was a conspiracy, it has succeeded now." Zabini said, "Could it be that Moriarty doesn't have to participate in the Triwizard Tournament because we can all see that it's a conspiracy?"

"Not necessarily a bad thing..."

"It's not a good thing either, Moriarty is obviously implicated innocently..."

There was a buzz of discussion in the living room.A sharp voice jumped out: "Hey! Moriarty! You really didn't use any tricks to put your name in!"

The living room fell silent again.Moriarty raised his eyes and looked over, all of them were surprised, as if the voice came out of nowhere.He was silent for a while, and then suddenly laughed, as if he had heard some very ridiculous joke, he couldn't restrain himself from laughing, leaning forward and back, the smile on his face was dazzling.

"Moriarty..." Draco couldn't help but yelled.He couldn't be more stimulated, right? ?

"Oh, it's okay." Moriarty stopped laughing and said with a pleasant smile, "Don't worry, Draco, I just couldn't help laughing at a group of clowns. I don't doubt it at all when I see them What pure-blood doomsday. What else do sorcerers need to worry about? Sooner or later, they will kill themselves stupidly."

Draco: "...Moriarty..."

"I know what most people here are thinking." Moriarty said softly, "Cannon fodder, there is still some use value left, dead is better than alive...Of course, there is nothing wrong with thinking like this, Who made me have an unspeakable background and experience of growing up in the Muggle world? Since I entered Slytherin, I have never bowed to any of you in exchange for my status, but chased after a Muggle What are you guys talking about behind your back? 'Bad bastards' or 'Black family jokes'? Do you think you've gained a sense of superiority? But I just don't want to help you pay for your tuition. Probably you've never The part of the blood inherited from the ancestors is called stupidity, but I have no obligation to teach you what smartness is. So...now...get out of the way!"

He suddenly raised his voice, and the few students standing in front of him were startled by his ferocious gaze, and involuntarily stepped aside.The common room was silent, and Moriarty walked through it expressionlessly.It wasn't until he reached the entrance of the bedroom corridor that a voice came from behind: "...Even if this is the case, you are going to die! Everyone knows how dangerous the Triwizard Tournament is. Harry Potter is going to die. You are as dead as that Sherlock Holmes..."

Moriarty turned around abruptly and strode back, staring at the student with dark eyes: "What do you know?"

The student thought he was afraid, and said in a proud tone: "This is a conspiracy, but you can't hide it, you all have to..."

"Shut up, Wilson!" Gamp interrupted sharply.

"Why don't you let him continue?" Moriarty said coldly, "What a beautiful word, death—humans are all going to die, and wizards are no exception. The difference is the value of death. Your smart brains Considering that this is a conspiracy, has no one asked you to think about why Holmes and I were involved? Harry Potter was chosen, and as expected, there are too many people who want him to disappear from this world, including yours Parents... Me? Maybe it was because I had a notorious father that I was targeted. What's wrong with Sherlock Holmes? A bastard wizard with a clean net worth? It's not very noticeable, even most of you are here tonight I didn’t know this name before...Why would he be implicated? Who will answer my question?"

There was silence.Moriarty clapped his hands, with an exaggerated expression of surprise: "Okay! This is really great. Slytherin has a warrior! Even if he will die soon!" Then he suddenly changed color: "You guys Are these the only things in your mind!"

"...Who do you think you are, you dare to teach us like this..." Several people couldn't stand it anymore, and stood up one after another, "If the Black family didn't teach you what it means to respect seniors, we will teach you to learn it !"

"Idiots." Moriarty shook his head and sighed softly, "Wizards are always this stupid? Or was this particularly stupid group all born in Slytherin? Are my parents the only ones who escaped trial?" ...Death Eaters?" He deliberately prolonged the tone of these characters, and his eyes scanned the crowd for a week, "Since someone will attack me for this reason, and even 'implicate' the innocent Sherlock...then Who can guarantee that their next strike will not be someone else?"

There was true silence in the lounge, and the green light swayed in the shadows of the stone chamber.Moriarty sneered, walked past them with his head held high, and disappeared into the corridor.

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Not everyone stayed in the common room to "congratulate" Moriarty.When Moriarty returned to the dormitory, Allen was lying on the table writing a letter, with a box of cookies in hand.He seemed to have encountered something troublesome, so he stopped after two strokes and ate a few biscuits.Moriarty deliberately made a movement, and saw him turn around quickly as if startled, and look towards the door.

Moriarty closed the door nonchalantly, with a bit of anger on his face.Without a word he climbed into his four-poster bed and drew down the curtains.Through the curtain, he saw a figure standing there hesitating for a while, approaching here.After searching for a while, Allen sat down beside his own bed and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you, Moriarty?"

"Nothing," Moriarty replied quickly, deliberately muffled, "just a little unhappy."

Allen didn't speak.Moriarty counted the time, and after a few seconds, he cursed angrily: "A bunch of idiots!"

Allen hesitated for a while and asked, "Uh, what happened?"

Moriarty suddenly grabbed the curtain, revealing a pale little face: "Alan, do you also think that I must die? Some people say it's a conspiracy, and others say I cheated the Goblet of Fire—but no matter what For whatever reason, I have to participate in the competition..."

"Don't take it too seriously." Allen comforted clumsily, "Maybe the game is not difficult? I heard that the Triwizard Tournament was abolished because it was too dangerous. It is impossible for them to see it again. What happened..."

"But I'm just a first-year." Moriarty said sullenly, "First-year—how many spells can I use? How much knowledge do I know? I'm not even confident that I can beat Sherlock because he looks so smart." ..."

"—But you must have something better than others." Allen said, "After all——you were chosen to be a warrior!"

Moriarty said sarcastically: "Yes, I am much better than those idiots. But the principals said..."

He suddenly stopped his voice.Allen asked involuntarily, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Moriarty let go of his hand, and the bed curtain fell again.He turned over and turned his back to Allen: "I'm tired, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Allen said good night, and returned to his desk to continue writing letters.Not long after, the sound of chewing food rang out in the room again.

Moriarty said suddenly: "Alan, do you know that sweets can effectively soothe people when they are nervous?"

The voice paused, and then Allen coughed earth-shatteringly.

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