[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

Moriarty saw Sherlock in the tent who had disappeared before.There was nothing unusual about him, but that was why Moriarty found it odd.After observing carefully, he found that Sherlock's robe had changed, and the color of his hair seemed to have a subtle difference.He approached Sherlock calmly, and vaguely smelled a familiar smell... hair growth potion?

When will Sherlock need hair growth potion?

Moriarty raised an eyebrow.Sherlock met his gaze, sighed silently, folded his fingertips together, and held them in front of him.Bagman let them go after announcing the time and clues for the next match. Harry wanted to wait for Moriarty to join him, but Moriarty politely declined: "... you and Ron go first , Harry, Sherlock and I have something to talk about."

Harry glanced at him and Sherlock, always feeling that the atmosphere was not right: "...you and Holmes..."

"It's okay, Harry, we're just talking." Moriarty pursed his lips and said sadly.

Harry left with some concern.

Sherlock waited until Harry disappeared before speaking, "I thought you wouldn't attack children?"

"When did it happen? Why didn't I know?" Moriarty pretended to be surprised, "Aren't I a person who will take revenge?"

"No, you don't act on unrelated people."

"You really know me, Sherlock." Moriarty said leisurely, "Aren't I just acting to people all over the world?"

Their eyes met.It was already dark, and in the dim light, Moriarty's eyes looked black and bright, while Sherlock's eyes were blue and dull.

Sherlock had a genuine smile on his face.That was what Moriarty had seen on his face for a long time... He made an inviting gesture: "Forbidden Forest?"

Moriarty nodded indifferently.Because of the presence of dragons, there are fewer eyes in the Forbidden Forest, and they can talk in it with confidence.

The two walked along a path to the depths of the Forbidden Forest.When walking through an area, they vaguely heard the roar of the dragon.Moriarty suddenly laughed, very happy: "You went to see the dragon, Sherlock?"

"That's right. I thought I could hide it from you, but you saw it through." Sherlock looked calm, "I heard that you became Professor Snape's student?"

"Well, I'm not in the mood to recognize a teacher for myself." Moriarty spread out his hands, and his steps became brisk, dancing fancyly on the fallen leaves, "What about you? Checking the dragon's injuries made you Burnt? Where did the hair growth potion come from?"

A smile appeared on Sherlock's lips: "Ravencrow has a lot of helpful seniors."

"Oh, yes, you are always amazing at this time." Moriarty stopped and looked around, "Okay, that's it, Sherlock. Do you have anything to say?"

"——I thought it was you who needed to talk to me." Sherlock also stopped in his tracks, looking at him deeply, "Am I being self-indulgent?"

Moriarty raised the corners of his lips and shrugged: "But you're pursuing me, Sherlock, and the pursued always has willful power."

For a moment, Sherlock's expression seemed to be struck by lightning: "...What makes you think I'm pursuing you?"

Moriarty said in surprise: "Isn't it? Oh, oh, good, I see. It's me, it's me. Well, I'm being self-indulgent. I made you think I'm chasing you? Come on, Xia Locke, I thought you liked this!"

Sherlock laughed angrily: "Like that pair of underwear?"

Moriarty licked his lips: "You like it very much, don't you?"

Suddenly Sherlock stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder.Although he had expected this move when he saw him stepping forward, Moriarty still made a frightened expression in response to the situation: "What... what? What do you want to do to me?"

"...A lot of times I don't like other people's admonitions." Sherlock looked at him closely, his face was expressionless, and his voice was low, "Because they are often stupid and can't provide any useful information. But sometimes I I think they can also provide some useful opinions... When my experience and knowledge can't judge... When I can't judge the facts... Maybe I should try it myself before I can get the final result. "

He approached Moriarty: "Do you want to know what fork in my thinking palace?"

"You scare me, Sherlock..." Moriarty sobbed, his eyes wide open like frightened fawns, and the wet eyes were full of innocence, "Don't be like this..." He pushed Sherlock with his hands, but it seemed Very powerless, "Oh...you promised me that it would never happen again..."

"Sorry, I don't remember anything," Sherlock said casually, brushing a beetle from his hair.The beetle spread its dark wings in the air and buzzed away.

Moriarty looked at the direction the beetle was flying away, and said with impatience in his tone, "And then, Sherlock? Self-righteously doing something stupid?"

"You are me, why don't you understand my thoughts?" Sherlock said in a surprised tone.

"That's because your thoughts are always so boring, boring, boring... Please, I might as well play with ordinary people!"

Sherlock laughed uncontrollably, and said firmly, "You won't."

"why?"

"You have a reason to play with me. Because no one in this world can play this game with you except me, because you know that this dream is not over..." His voice became lower and lower, and he put his lips on Moria "Because we don't belong to this world... Come on, tell me, game? Novel or movie? Maybe all three, it must have a high reputation, but I never noticed it... Mine Where the attention will never be... Why did you have to befriend Harry? Why were you able to command a veteran Auror when you first came to this world? I asked a lot of things... about ...the so-called war more than ten years ago...I also know some interesting things that happened in the past few years. Harry Potter...the savior...the name should feel familiar to me...but I ignored it ...under what circumstances would this happen?"

He paused, as if judging Moriarty's reaction, and then said: "There is only one option... children's literature. How fitting the theme is, the brave boy shouldered the heavy responsibility of saving the world and defeated the evil big devil ...So you have to make friends with Potter, because he is the protagonist. So you know what will happen, you have too much advanced information... You can't tell others about this. You can use this to destroy the world, but What fun is it for you to destroy the world... No, no, no, no, no... It's easy. You can only play with me... But I can leave here at any time... Go back to the world of ordinary people..."

Moriarty felt his lips trembling with excitement."So what are you going to do, Sherlock?" he asked.

Sherlock seemed to smile, and whispered in his ear, "Try it."

He clamped Moriarty's jaw and down his throat a bottle of the odd-tasting potion.Moriarty swallowed obediently, unable to stop laughing.He watched Sherlock step back, pour the rest of the potion into his mouth, and throw the bottle aside.He dropped his wand on the ground as well, then took off his coat, ripped off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and his trousers...

Moriarty didn't quite understand what he meant at first.But then the burning pain began to sweep across the whole body, and an indescribable strange feeling filled the whole body.His vision changed, his limbs stretched.He heard the sound of clothes being torn.Sherlock is really wise in comparison.He watched Sherlock hunched over from a child to a tall and thin adult, standing naked in the dark forest, and suddenly felt that this scene was very interesting.

Moriarty laughed.He heard his own voice no longer innocent as a child, but an evil sweetness—he leaned against the tree and watched Sherlock walking toward him.

Sherlock pushed away the obstructing cloth strips with his hands, put his arms on his neck, and kissed him.

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