[Comprehensive] Captive villain BOSS

The Death Eaters stood motionless, like statues.They have received too much information tonight, Voldemort's death, the Muggle lunatic who claimed to have stolen the glory of pure blood, the Death Eaters who infiltrated Hogwarts, the truth behind the Order of the Phoenix... Everything is so unbelievable, unbelievable.Even if they only know one of these things, it is enough for them to meet privately many times and try their best to take advantage of the chaos to make a profit, but now these terrible truths have been exposed... It is not so easy to react quickly.

Many people turned their attention to Lucius, hoping that he could take the lead in giving some opinions.Some people turned their gazes in another direction cryptically—that position, surrounded by empty people, represented the companions who had already been imprisoned in Azkaban.And the person standing in that position now, wearing a hood and covering his face, they all knew that it was Severus Snape.

There were rumors that Snape had defected to Dumbledore long ago, why did he appear here again?Moriarty said that Dumbledore didn't know about it, but why did Snape help him kill his old master?

This is the same as Lucius's allegiance to Moriarty, and it is also something that many people cannot understand.

I can't understand it, I can't come up with a countermeasure—then I can only stand here motionless.Because Moriarty was—"swallowing"? ——After defeating Voldemort, it seems that he also possessed some of his abilities... Leaving aside the magic power, he was able to trigger the Dark Mark!

The Dark Mark is a special mark invented by Voldemort for disciples, and it is also a magical contract.They closely link the owner of the body with Voldemort. Voldemort can use it to summon his followers, and the Death Eaters can also use it to summon Voldemort... The power possessed by Moriarty, just now they They have already seen the first clues. Of course, they can leave at this moment, and they can also conspire to besiege Moriarty and his current henchmen, but... what if they fail?What if Moriarty, like Voldemort, was immortal?As long as the Dark Mark is still there, Moriarty can find them...

——It may be a good way to wait and see.

Even Patriarch Malfoy, who has always been cunning and opportunistic, did not move, and the other Death Eaters would not act rashly.

Moriarty doesn't even care about a group of human flesh set boards-whether it's Harry or the Death Eaters, except for him and Sherlock, they are insignificant supporting roles in this scene That's all.He was a little curious about what Sherlock would do... Sherlock had obviously used the Invisibility Cloak when he disappeared from under Wormtail's eyes.How could Sherlock make such preparations if he hadn't anticipated the change in advance?

Having verified this point, Moriarty was not happy.He fiddled with his wand and looked behind Harry, his eyes a little distracted.

"...Jim Moriarty."

There seemed to be an invisible hand in mid-air, and the gleaming silver invisibility cloak slipped from the air like mercury, revealing a tall and thin figure.

...Sherlock Holmes, the grown-up version.

Moriarty watched him, tongue licking between his teeth.The wizard's robe was gone, replaced by a black shirt with two buttons unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, no wand in his hand, but the pistol Moriarty was familiar with.

"Sherlock, I really don't understand you. Do you think pistols can defeat magic?"

"Sorry, I thought you knew, but I'm only safe if I keep a pistol in my pocket at all times."

Sherlock said blankly.Like Moriarty, he paid no attention to the circle formed by the Death Eaters, handed the Invisibility Cloak to Harry, and walked towards the center of the circle.

Harry was completely bewildered.Under the invisibility cloak, he caught a heavy object—the shape was somewhat familiar—but—

Suddenly, he felt the hem of his robe being pulled.After a moment of hesitation, Harry stepped back quietly.

"It seems that we are all ready." Moriarty withdrew his eyes from the darkness where Harry disappeared, and his tone was a little listless, "It's been a long time... isn't it? things that can be resolved.”

"what you mean?"

"Win or lose."

"For you, the way to decide the outcome is to die?" Sherlock said in a low voice, "But for me... if the other party cannot know the real result, the outcome will never be determined."

"Oh? You mean that you think you have won the final victory?" Moriarty twitched the corners of his lips, full of sarcasm, "It's really unfair to say that, because I can no longer recognize this kind of victory You lost. Let me recognize your opportunity."

Sherlock was silent.Moriarty raised his voice: "Let me guess, if your great antivirus software, John Watson, the brilliance of your life, heard this kind of argument, what would he say?" He squeezed his throat and deliberately imitated Watson's tone, "'Listen, Sherlock, you beat Moriarty, and despite all his wickedness and scheming, you beat him and became the last victor. Listen, you and No one else, but most of all to me, Sherlock Holmes, he became the last man standing, and in the eyes of the living, only the living are the victors.'  … I acted Look like?"

"...John wouldn't talk to me like that." Sherlock said softly, "And I will never let him know that I have such a big regret for you."

"Yes, it seems understandable." Moriarty said coldly, "Because even your lovely John is still an ordinary person, and you have long been taught what ordinary people think."

Sherlock stared at Moriarty: "No—it's because I can't let others find out that I'm the same kind of person as you, Jim."

Moriarty laughed dryly. "Sounds funny, huh? Have we ever had a conversation like this?"

"Someone once commented on me, saying that I have no heart, and I once thought that was wrong." Sherlock slowly raised his arm, and the black hole-hole's gun was aimed at Moriarty, "Until I I saw you...you are me. Think about it differently, why can we always guess each other's thoughts so easily? Of course we don't lack understanding of each other, and our minds are equally smart, but this does not represent the same thinking. I It's you, Moriarty... There are so many people who adore you, love you and hate you, why are you reborn in my mind?"

Moriarty's smile disappeared again: "You love me."

Instead, a smile appeared on Sherlock's lips: "Didn't I already say that?"

Death Eaters watching: "..." Honey was embarrassed.

They don't know what's the point of standing here now—several eyes are focused on Lucius, and Lucius feels a sudden increase in pressure.After a pause for about half a minute, he saw that Moriarty and Sherlock didn't seem to want to speak again, so he took a step forward: "Master..."

Can they avoid it first! !

"Lucius, if I were you, I would stand there honestly." Moriarty said quietly, "If you are not at all curious about the real cause of Voldemort's death, why did little Barty become Moody, the wizarding world What will it look like...you can leave now."

"..." Lucius retracted his foot in embarrassment.

Sherlock stared at Moriarty for a while, then slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun: "...It seems that you have decided to make a break."

Moriarty laughed in a vague voice: "Break it, make it go, it sounds so funny. But it's probably mostly my fault, because I've always been capricious—and I've always been I feel that we need to find the right time, the right time, to end the matter between you and me thoroughly. It is best to end the life of Sherlock Holmes!"

His voice rose suddenly, and his tone was full of hatred.Sherlock was unmoved, still staring at Moriarty: "...why?"

"Because this game can't be played." Moriarty spread his hands and said with a smile, "Anything is fine—but, Sherlock, Sherlock, why do you want to fall in love with me?"

Sherlock took a light breath and looked away: "It seems that there is no possibility of reconciliation between us. So, where do we start?"

Moriarty shrugged: "Gays first."

"..."

Sherlock choked.He paused for two seconds before speaking again: "So, this time we started the duel under a fair environment... You have your preparations, and I happen to have mine, so we are even."

"Fair?" Moriarty counted his fingers boredly, "Oh...maybe... so I miscalculated? Needless to say, Mycroft, I thought you still cared about your friends... ..."

Sherlock laughed: "Old drama. I'm not surprised that you did something against them, after all, you still have at least one 'Order of the Phoenix' in your hand...but this is an illusory world, what you did doesn't matter. what's the function?"

"Oh oh oh... I feel really sorry for Mycroft, does he know how little his brother takes his life seriously?" Moriarty shook his neck and moved closer to Sherlock, "' Illusion'? That's a good use of the word... You've lived this far by illusion. So, the real Mr. Holmes, can you tell me if Jim Moriarty is real or not? Is he really you? A man's imagination? Is he real or just your imaginary enemy? As for you, Sherlock Holmes, do you really exist? Ha, ha, you're starting to think about my problem? No, we're here Not for philosophy. Can you answer me a question first? . . . when did it start?"

Sherlock's expression had disappeared.His eyes fell on the void, and his lips moved slightly: "... If you mean that I have some unexpected emotions for you, it's on the roof of the hospital."

"What? Which sentence?"

"...'You're always thinking smart'," said Sherlock, "and it dawned on me that the man I was dealing with might be smarter than me... I'd have to work harder to push him Falling into a trap. I imagined thirteen possibilities, and they may be useless. No one can help me on the rooftop, only I can face you, only I know how terrible you are... and, with superintelligence, Excellent acting. How many people have you fooled, and some people think they can find a way to control you, and use me as a weapon against you-probably Mycroft himself can't do better than me, Because you exceeded everyone's expectations."

Moriarty was finally a little happy: "Wow - that's a good description, I like it. Everyone? No, no, no, I'm not interested in ordinary people. Continue to tell about your mental journey?"

"Then, you died." Sherlock's voice became very soft, "This was originally my purpose, but why did I feel unexpected? Because you stuffed the pistol into your mouth without hesitation? No ...Is that because it was too easy for you to give up your huge criminal empire? No... In the more than 1000 days and nights since you left, I have thought about countless possibilities, and finally I have to admit that I am too sorry. I am reluctant End Game."

"Isn't it easy to hear the words of the Messenger of Justice?" Moriarty sarcastically said.

"I told you that although I stand on the side of justice, it does not mean that I am the same person as them. I am you. And in the more than 100 days and nights before today, I have thought about why you You didn’t kill me right away, but gave me time to breathe and stand up. I guess you didn’t even believe the reasons you gave, so why did you procrastinate until now…” Sherlock’s voice was as soft as it seemed. Whispering, stepping forward slowly, "...because you are me. You are also reluctant to end the game."

Moriarty looked up at Sherlock.They were so close, breathing intertwined, Moriarty could almost smell the aging agent... He was in a daze, remembering the scene in the dense forest.

"But some of what I said didn't work." Moriarty's voice became very soft, and his expression was even a little sad. "Remember the basement? Huh? How I wished you could stay with me back then, You left me just because you were worried about John Watson being in danger..."

"But in my subconscious, only you can calm me down. Besides, I thought you were dead..."

"So are you alive now? Huh?"

Moriarty poked his chest with his wand, and the tip of the wand wantonly stirred the fabric of the shirt into a twisted vortex: "There is a price to be paid for ignoring other people's sincerity, and now you are dead, and I don't care anymore. "

"Is it that hard to admit that you want to continue the game?" Sherlock grabbed his wand and pushed it outward, "If I disappear, it will not be so easy for you to find another opponent like me gone."

"Are you also my opponent?"

"... Order of the Phoenix."

"Aha?"

"Let me guess the logic of the whole incident, I can guarantee that none of the idiots present can see the clues behind it." Sherlock said, "From this world...we fell off the cliff at the same time, assuming It doesn't exist—obviously not, since Jim Moriarty wasn't born in this world at all—and then we're probably in this world at the same time. I came here in May, presumably You won't be much sooner or later than me."

Moriarty backed away with a smile: "Go on."

"Bone and blood potion, potion of resurrection—whatever it is called, you got it. Hogwarts sends out notices every year in mid-July. You need a period of time to adjust the formula, find assistants, and kidnap Slug Horn, I have no doubt that you can persuade the Black family to help you, but how much help can they provide in this regard? So you must have obtained that formula very easily or quickly, and for this rare monster The only people interested in it are Voldemort's passion for immortality...horcruxes, no doubt. The Blacks have a Horcrux."

Moriarty clapped his hands twice, rightly applauding: "Wonderful!—Continue?"

"You always know more than I do." Sherlock said slowly, "Then it will be very easy for you to get hold of certain key figures and use it to construct a criminal network... You have already mastered the criminal kingdom, but You chose to enter the school this time and became a student. Seeing your method of swallowing Voldemort, you may guess that there is something wrong with the prescription itself, and Slughorn's improved version made it appear in other aspects Question. You got into the school, maybe because of me, maybe because of...the school has what you need. Horcruxes? Or potions master? Probably both. And then you killed Pritchard , just like dealing with Karl..."

"Sherlock, why do you always tell plain and easy-to-understand facts?" Moriarty looked at him and said softly, "We've already talked more than once, or do you think those things need to be repeated?"

Sherlock pulled his lips: "Take care of the audience's feelings."

"Aha, that's sweet—but I think it's best to start with what I'm interested in." Moriarty tilted his head, "What do you think, Lucius? Just from the portrait of you and the Black family How did we hook up?"

More than a dozen eyes fell on Lucius in an instant, and Lucius felt like a light on his back: "...Master..."

"I don't mean to blame you, my dear." Moriarty said kindly, "After all, Malfoy is always so sensible—for Draco's physical and mental health, you quickly made the right choice, Don't you? There's some silly little rebellion, but it's understandable. It's a sound investment. You can't put all your eggs in one basket after all. You don't want to pass on your experience to your old mates Don’t you think it’s a very shameful thing for you, as the head of the Malfoy family, to go out and manipulate public opinion in person?”

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly: "The newspaper - Rita Skeeter - is that you?"

"Rita is my good helper and good friend." Moriarty turned around with a smile, "If you are willing to use her, you will like her too."

Sherlock's face darkened: "...you always like to do this."

"Because I'm good at doing it - Sherlock - it's very useful!" Moriarty raised his arms high, "Sherlock Holmes has once again been ruined in the wizarding world - just thinking about it makes me feel excited. Not to mention Controlling Rita doesn't need any bargaining chips, no performances, no need to pretend to be pitiful, what the reporter wants is news, and I have the biggest handle on her—"

"Do you mean the Animagus?"

Moriarty was slightly surprised, his eyes fell on Sherlock, and he sized him up: "——Great, I guess it's Hermione."

"Hermione is a smart girl. As soon as I asked a question, she immediately knew what the problem was..."

"Don't mention it, Sherlock, don't mention it," Moriarty interrupted him. "That's not the point. What are you trying to say?"

Sherlock hesitated slightly: "—the point is that you want to repeat the trick you played before, and let me become the focus of people, the subject of crimes, and it can even be said that all of these are all secretly manipulated by me. You have mastered Public opinion, established the 'Order of the Phoenix', and now has such a group of Death Eaters-"

"That was all in the past, and it's been clear to you since months ago that we're going to—come to an end." Moriarty said softly, resting his wand on his chin, "Think about it... Think about it... I'm still looking forward to your answer..."

"—The point is that you don't want to end the game, and I don't, so you must have reserved things in advance. Before you destroy my reputation, you must first push me to a pinnacle of fame. Maybe tonight In your design, after tonight, I'll be in the headlines as the new savior of the wizarding world, perhaps accompanied by something like 'the shadowy leader of the Order of the Phoenix'—"

"Boring!" Moriarty yelled. "What's the point!?"

"—the point is that I want to know what's going on with the Order of the Phoenix, and that's what you want to hear?"

"I like to let the topic be in my own hands." Moriarty said lazily, "Dad is just so willful."

Sherlock's face sank like water: "...so, how did you do it?"

"what?"

"..." Sherlock raised his pistol.

"Wow, don't be so irritable, Sherlock." Moriarty leaned over and blew on the muzzle of the gun pretending to be surprised, "Is this real? I thought it was created by magic. Not bad, it looks like the caliber Exactly, do you want me to slip my wand in there?"

"...Moriarty—"

"You look like you want to lose your temper? Are you blown up now? Sherlock baby—" Moriarty draws out his voice like a song, laughing and stuffing his wand into the muzzle of his gun , in a low voice, "But there was never any Moriarty's criminal network - Moriarty's Order of the Phoenix - you're doing the same old-wrong thing again, Sherlock, you're thinking too smart gone."

Sherlock's pupils began to shrink: "But those who died—"

"I said they all committed suicide, do you believe it?" Moriarty raised his hand with a smile, resting his palm on the bottom of his wand, and stuffed it into the muzzle of the gun a little tighter, "There were never those people As long as you have a little Galleon, a batch of forged lists, and some rumors in advance, you will find that the Death Eaters who died today are all those who were imprisoned or died in the war more than ten years ago. Humans don't even exist at all! And why is Dumbledore so troubled by this? Because the wizards have no news, and the rumors are impeccable, and he has to face not only the accusations from the wizarding world, but also the latest Muggle world. gang……"

He leaned close to Sherlock's ear and whispered, "—Order of the Phoenix. Fall apart!"

Sherlock's face changed, and he let go of his hand immediately.But his action was a bit late, the pistol silently turned into pieces, and there was a shallow bloodstain on his hand.Moriarty laughed and backed away: "Are you happy! Sherlock, this is my improved spell. What have you learned in the magic world for a year? Let's pick up the wands and fight! Do as the Romans do!"

Sherlock drew his wand with his bleeding right hand: "—so that's why, you don't care about playing with wizards—"

"That's boring, my dear. They rely too much on magic. Poor Mr. Pritchard died so easily. Why doesn't anyone in the wizarding world realize the problem?"

"...One last question," Sherlock said slowly, "How do you plan to end the game?"

"—Wow, this is really worth thinking about." Moriarty looked around and raised his voice, "Are you tired of listening, gentlemen? Have you figured out the truth of the matter now? But still I'll trouble you to stand here for a while, two Muggles are dueling with wizards, and there are not enough witnesses—"

He turned his head, faced Sherlock, smiled and raised his wand: "Bless you. Come and try your luck, Sherlock. I know that if the two wands are made of the same material, there may be some accidents in the duel, but your wand It's elderberry and dragon heartstrings, and mine is yew and snake nerves, so there shouldn't be any accidents?"

Sherlock raised his wand too.The moment their eyes met, they almost shouted in unison: "Avada Kedavra!"

Green light shines from the tip of the staff at the same time, smashing into a light curtain in the air.The light quickly expanded to both sides, and in an instant flooded the two figures holding their wands horizontally.Brighter radiance suddenly erupted from both ends, and the strong wind swept the light waves, and the sky was as bright as day in an instant——

Severe pain tore through the body.Moriarty let go of his right hand, and his consciousness fell into chaos.

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