[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

It was dinner time now, and the din of the auditorium faintly penetrated through the entrance above their heads, and occasionally a few hurried footsteps could be heard.Sherlock and Moriarty had no scruples, one untied the other's robe, and the other opened his arms to let him do anything - anyway, they are only 11 years old now, and they are powerless to do anything, even if they are forced to When people see it, they don’t need to worry about anything.

It's pretty cold in England in December.Moriarty is wearing a black sweater today, hand-knitted by Kreacher.Sherlock rolled the sweater under Moriarty's armpit, unbuttoned his shirt, and groped along the gap inch by inch, with a serious attitude.Moriarty whistled and asked kindly, "Did you find anything, Sherlock?"

"—Unbelievable." Sherlock pulled out his hand and sniffed his fingers. "How did you do it? Let me dare to imagine that this change happened just a few hours ago—and you didn't hide it." Dumbledore's eye."

"Hmm, go ahead."

"Slytherin has a Potions class in the afternoon, and the class usually ends before five o'clock. For the past two months, you have always gone to the Potions office after the class. Today you have until now You just came down, and by the roughest estimate, you stayed upstairs for at least an hour. Why did Professor Snape suddenly allow his students to skip extracurricular studies? There must be a very legitimate reason... just right It occurred to me that Dumbledore should have talked to you but hadn't, so it's self-evident where you've been."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows: "Sounds good."

Sherlock sighed, "Where did I go wrong?"

Moriarty also sighed: "Use yourself to judge others, my dear—you have always done a good job in trying to figure out other people's minds, because you are smarter than them. But why can't you guess someone like you?" What do smart people think?"

The smile on Sherlock's face gradually faded: "Maybe I don't want him to be as smart as me at all."

"It's impossible for me to live under your control, Sherlock. You don't want me under your control at all."

"Forgive me for making a crucial reminder. You are also judging others by yourself now. Do you think I need opponents like you do?"

Moriarty laughed out loud: "If you don't need it, dear Holmes, why would I resurrect in your thinking? Is it because I fit your dream lover in every way? A effeminate criminal genius with a slender body and no beer belly?"

Sherlock pursed his lips tightly and looked away.He couldn't answer this kind of question at all, and he didn't know how to answer it.

"Since you mentioned judging others by yourself, let me reciprocate." Moriarty put away his sarcasm and said politely, "You guess I was invited by Dumbledore to talk, not to Looking for someone else, not to find a suitable dance partner - that's easy to rule out, because I will definitely participate with you. And you went into the principal's office so soon after the first project, and saw Harry again I have also entered before, of course I would guess that I will enter in the same way. But why does Dumbledore have any reason to doubt me or care about me? Very good, you have begun to improve, Baby Sherlock has begun to learn to think about this politician rampant with the eyes of an adult. The world is gone. But you forgot that Albus Dumbledore is a headmaster, my dear, no matter how many complex attributes are behind him, the white wizard, the head of the Order of the Phoenix, the key figure who influences the thinking of the Ministry of Magic...he first He is still an old man who has been the headmaster for decades. I suggest that you read Rita Skeeter's recent masterpieces about Dumbledore's life in magazines when you have time. You will find He's a smart guy, and I like smart guys best."

Sherlock said softly: "Yeah... cleverness is misunderstood by cleverness. But he still found you."

Moriarty made a regretful gesture, half a smile.

"No, there must be something that made you change your mind." Sherlock said, putting his hands on Moriarty's chest, "You have always been good at changing your mind at any time. Why this time? Because you found one Things can make you stronger? Dumbledore is also a part of your use, there must be some reason why you must go to Dumbledore's office...the office? What else is there on the eighth floor?"

"Sherlock, it's time for you to update your sources of information."

Sherlock's hand pressed a little harder: "It's not difficult to guess. Dumbledore won't have the slightest suspicion, because when you left him, you were sad, bewildered, and at a loss... in a terrible state, So no matter which room you walk into on the eighth floor, he won't be surprised. But if that room is easy to find, I'm afraid you don't have to spend so much effort on acting... This is also part of your plan ? Ah, I thought of it...a secret room, which can only be opened in a special way. And you knew in advance what would be hidden in it, and Dumbledore also knew that there were some secrets hidden in that room...so you openly He got this thing under his sight, and he thought it was just an accident. But I still have a question..."

He let go of his hand: "blood sometimes creates resistance to potions and magic, and wizards can't do anything about it. What kind of magical treasure will make you suddenly heal old wounds and become healthy? "

Moriarty laughed out loud, almost in tears: "Oh... Sherlock, your imagination is really rich. Then if I say that I got the Philosopher's Stone, would you believe it?"

Sherlock looked suspicious.

"Continue to solve the puzzle, my dear." Moriarty buttoned up the button slowly, and patted Sherlock on the shoulder, "With your ingenuity, you will be able to guess it one day."

Then he dropped Sherlock and walked away calmly.

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On Christmas morning, when Moriarty woke up from sleep, Allen was already sitting by the bed unwrapping presents.When he came back from washing, Allen just opened the one he gave, and couldn't help showing a surprised expression: "How did you know that I want a looking glass!"

"You said it in a dream." Moriarty shrugged, sat cross-legged on the carpet, and dealt with his pile of presents.

His popularity seems to be much better than he imagined, not only Slytherin, but also many students from other colleges gave gifts.Most of them are cheap and elegant trinkets, and only a few are of any use.Moriarty picked out a box of cufflinks, an invisibility cloak, and other valuables, and found Sherlock's gift in it—a white dress with intricate lace?

He raised his eyebrows.Hope Sherlock will like the long black straight wig he sent.

Alan is in the first grade, but he was invited by a senior-sister, so he stayed to prepare for the Christmas ball.At five o'clock in the afternoon, he put on his dress robe early and ran to Hufflepuff to wait for his dance partner.Moriarty spent the whole day in the Potions Office. It was almost eight o'clock when he left the cauldron under Professor Snape's unnatural gaze, returned to his dormitory, and changed into his gown.

His gown was plain, a well-cut black robe.But as before, all his formal clothes were made by Muggle tailors with far greater attention to detail than wizards.When he left the common room, almost all the students who saw him cast amazed glances—they probably never noticed that this not-so-active first-year with a mysterious background was actually quite aristocratic. It's not a demeanor, but there is a natural sense of arrogance in his behavior.

Sherlock also caused a similar shock in Ravenclaw.When they met at the entrance of the auditorium, they ushered in a new round of baptism of eyes.Leaving aside the topicality of these two people, Sherlock and Moriarty seem too similar today.When the two of them stand together, it feels as if two worlds are instantly separated - one world is called Sherlock & Moriarty, and the other is called "Besides Moriarty & Sherlock". of all"...

This feeling was really strange, until all the students gathered in front of the castle, there were still many eyes wandering around the two of them secretly.

The warriors were arranged to stand in front of the gate with their dance partners as welcome guests.When it was Moriarty and Sherlock's turn, Professor McGonagall obviously had a headache.A couple of male partners!Still warriors!This is unheard of in the entire history of the Triwizard Tournament!

When the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons passed by, they also looked at the two with curious eyes.On the contrary, Sherlock looked calm and composed, and held Moriarty's hand openly.

Moriarty was a little unhappy.He still has a crush on that dress.Taking advantage of Durmstrang's warrior Krum standing next to him, he deliberately said in a moderate voice: "Are you satisfied with the wig I gave you, Sherlock?"

The author has something to say: Mo: Let me see how beautiful you are, Sherlock~

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