[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

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On February 24, ten days after Valentine's Day, on a cold day, the second event of the Triwizard Tournament began.

As expected by Moriarty, the venue for this match was arranged in Black Lake.The seats in the stands are neatly arranged on the other side of the lake, and the audience has already taken their seats one after another.The Warriors were arranged to wait at the referee's table.Harry was the last one to arrive, rushing in just a few minutes before the game started.However, compared to the previous few meetings, the expression on his face was much more relaxed this time, obviously he had found a way to move underwater.

Moriarty gave Harry a friendly smile.The effect of that last conversation is known only to him.Mr. Bagman whistled, and the warriors stripped off their obstructive clothing.Moriarty caught a glimpse of Harry hastily stuffing a handful of gillsweed into his mouth, looked away nonchalantly, poured a bottle of potion into his mouth, and jumped into the water.

"—that's not fair!" Before sinking underwater, he heard Karkaroff shout angrily, "He used a potion!"

—Oh, what a pity.Moriarty thought regretfully, even so, no one would deduct points for him.

Moriarty's swimming skills were actually not superb.But he had Goldfinger to help him cheat, so he quickly caught up with Sherlock in front of him.Sherlock used a bubble head spell, and the entire head was shrouded in huge bubbles.Cedric and Fleur also used this spell, but although it has strong underwater applications, it is still not easy for a first-year student to master.

Seeing Sherlock's facial features deformed in the bubble, Moriarty grimaced in a good mood, and then speeded up.Bypassing several traps that were deliberately set in the lake, he was the first to arrive at the mermaid's village, and saw the six "babies" tied to the stone sculptures at a glance—however, it was a bit unexpected.

Moriarty whistled thoughtfully, walked around the hostages, and even poked their sleeping faces one by one, but still felt incredible.

"Great..." He whispered to himself, looking at the one that should theoretically belong to him with searching eyes, "Could it be that I was wrong from the beginning?"

The merfolk sang behind him, and some were standing near their own houses and watching him.Moriarty seemed not in a hurry.He neither looked for a way to free his hostage, nor prepared to swim back, but sat on the tail of the mermaid statue, staring intently at his "baby".

Sherlock is the second to enter the mermaid village.After reaching the center of the village, the first thing he saw was Moriarty sitting on the mermaid's tail.

This is not surprising.There was always something about Moriarty that stood out... Sherlock's attention, and Moriarty never bothered to pretend to be himself... But his current state made Sherlock feel very wrong.Moriarty was staring in a certain direction with a gaze that was familiar to Sherlock... Sherlock followed his gaze and frowned.

Six hostages were firmly tied to the tail of the mermaid statue.The silver-haired one was obviously Fleur's "babe", Cho Chang was Cedric, Hermione was Krum, Harry's best friend Ron... his own, and unsurprisingly Mycroft.But another person...

Sherlock's eyes fell on the last man.Familiar appearance features, still immature facial features, but even so he can still recognize——

"...John?"

"Oh, I didn't realize you were here, Sherlock."

Moriarty turned his face, expressionless, and said in a lifeless tone: "What should I say? Oh, right." He cleared his throat, assumed the posture of a king, and sang Authentic: "Great warrior! Congratulations on overcoming many difficulties and coming to the underwater kingdom! Now, you can choose to take away one treasure from here, but you can only take away the one that belongs to you-oh oh oh , well, now comes the question, who do you choose, my genius warrior Sherlock?"

The content of the lyrics of the mermaids changed at this time.They are urging the warriors who haven't arrived-now there is only half an hour before the end of the game.But Sherlock has no intention of winning now.He took a step forward and asked with a frown, "Why is John here?"

"Great, I want to know the answer to the question too." Moriarty had an ethereal smile on his face, and his eyes fell on the face of "Baby" who was sleeping deeply in the water, "You know, I know have always had more than you... so I would have thought they would use something else like a beloved item as a quest target... if it has to be something intimate then my little roommate Ellen is not bad, even Draco would be fine .But I ended up with two acquaintances...two unexpected acquaintances...Mycroft and John. What a surprise. Which one do you think I should choose?"

With anger in Sherlock's eyes, his voice was low: "What did you do? Because I mentioned his name at Christmas? Moriarty—"

"Stupid, Sherlock!" Moriarty sneered, "Do you think it's up to me to decide? None of us know what our favorite is, it's the choice of magic—"

"But you are different, you already knew about this game..."

"Then come on! Choose one!" Moriarty roared suddenly, looking straight at Sherlock with his dark eyes, "You can't choose at all! You don't even know what you care about most—— Beloved - who is the most important person! Aha, you seem to want to argue, so how about we play a brain game? If between Lestrade and John had to die, who would you choose? If Between Mrs. Hudson and Molly, one must die. Who do you choose? You can't choose? Then if Mycroft..."

"Mycroft will not die!" Sherlock retorted loudly.

Moriarty's questioning came to an abrupt end, as if someone had cast a dumb curse on him suddenly.He looked at Sherlock, let go of the dagger in his hand, and jumped off the mermaid tail: "...you have chosen."

Sherlock was stunned.He took a sharp breath: "No—"

"—when you see John here, you're out of your wits."

Moriarty's tone was calm, as if he was just explaining some trivial fact.

He and Sherlock looked at each other, with a distance of three meters between them.Sherlock's face was still shrouded in that ridiculous bubble, his features distorted.

The merfolk sang intently, oblivious to their actions.They seem to be in another world adjacent to this world, and no matter what they do, they will not be noticed.

Of course Moriarty knew why—whether it was him or Sherlock, someone's cheating finger was at work.But now he is distracted, and he doesn't want to think about who subconsciously wants to block this conversation.

"Too bad, Sherlock," he said almost to himself, "do you know what that means? It means it's been wrong from the start - all wrong. I'm not surprised at all that you chose John, After all, between you...huh? There have been so many years of relationship. Your cohabitation lover. I have never found condoms on the family bills. Your relationship has always been very good, and you have hardly quarreled. Although John finally chose to get married and have children , but it was because his beloved Sherlock had passed away for three years..."

Sherlock's expression darkened.The head-bubbling spell has expired, and his thick curly hair floated along the current, revealing his high forehead: "Moriarty—"

"—So, this means a big mistake, a very big mistake." Moriarty said distressedly, "Of course I have the right to make mistakes, but I didn't expect this mistake to be so embarrassing—come on , John is your baby, so of course Mycroft is mine. Don't you realize what that means, Sherlock?"

Sherlock's face was blank: "—but the person who appeared in my dream was you—"

"What can this mean? Of course there can be another more suitable explanation-look, Sherlock, I am the one you failed to defeat, I am your obsession, and I am the second only to you in this world." Brother makes you feel the most difficult person. You can even deal with Mycroft, but you can't deal with me, so you can't forget about me, thinking that sooner or later you can beat me in your dreams-not to mention, the two of us This one is still so similar, maybe this Moriarty is completely another personality you have imagined? Your dark side?... It makes sense from any aspect. If I were the real version of Moriarty, I would Of course, I would like Mycroft more, after all, his intelligence and skill are so comparable to mine... And it would be even better if I were your fictional character, the admiration and jealousy for my brother paradoxically constitute me The existence of—I, Jim Moriarty, love Mycroft so much as a matter of course!"

Moriarty had a happy smile on his face.His eyes were sincere and bright, and he stared at the sleeping boy in the water with a passionate gaze.He doesn't look very similar to Sherlock, but he doesn't look as daunting as he did ten years later... His figure is also quite good, all in all, he feels good.Sherlock's mind drifted back to how popular his brother was indeed when he was young—

"—What if it's the other way around?"