The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

After a two-hour flight, Moriarty and his party left Paris, until they could not see the shadow of the Eiffel Tower, and the French Aurors arrived late.

At nine o'clock at night, the temperature dropped, and the heart-wrenching cold came to the port city of Marseille, but the romantic French Muggles were unaware.

Wizards won't feel cold either. When the cold wind blows, they only need to put a simple warmth spell on themselves.

Vampires, such dark magical creatures, will not catch cold, and their body temperature will be at a very low value lower than the average human body temperature all their lives.

Isaac babbles about vampires, trying to get girls interested in vampires.

The girl sitting in front was obviously fed up and closed her eyes.

If it weren't for the low temperature, she would cover her ears, and now she can only tuck her hands into her cuffs.

Tonks wanted to put a warmth spell on her, but Isaac declined. Isaac seemed to have had enough licking. He was waiting for the girl to be too cold to stand, and then gave her a warm embrace.

The purebloods watched the good show all the way behind, and Leon commented sarcastically: "I believe Mr. Lucius will not die at the hands of the old Jew! Do you know why?

The property of licking a dog is hereditary. If the grandson is licking the dog, the grandfather must be licking the dog!

I have already made up what the old Jew looked like when he was young, aha, exactly like Isaac, and a Muggle girl, maybe an elf girl, in short, not a normal female vampire, starting a love-hate relationship...

It's a pity that licking the dog to the end has nothing! The old Jew retires sadly and becomes the lost dog of love.

so? Guys, get it, Mr. Lucius - the noble pureblood lord lost to the old licking dog? is it possible? impossible. "

"Excellent analysis," Moriarty smiled and clapped his hands. "You can open a detective agency in London after graduation, and the business must be good."

Leon was very proud, but he just waved his hand, which was quite hidden.

"Sir," Marcus flew over from the front, "Isaac said he was about to enter Yves Island, let's get ready."

Moriarty looked solemn: "Everyone is on alert."

Ten minutes later, he entered the island. Thirty minutes later, in front of Chateau d'If, Isaac chanted a vampire spell. Chateau d'If was torn apart like a painting, revealing a black castle. The strange thing is that The door was open, the lights were bright inside, and two old men in black cloaks stood inside.

"Grandfather?" Isaac ran over happily, "Are you waiting for me at the door? No way, is it Easter today?"

"He really looks like a child." Tonks said quietly.

"It's just a child's nature, and she is actually older than your grandmother. Moriarty said casually, his eyes closely following Isaac, and turning to the old Jew.

Isaac ran to the old Jew, saw another old man beside his grandfather, and exclaimed, "It's you? The devil!"

The devil?

A vampire called an old man devil?

Moriarty looked at them solemnly.

The smile on the old Jew's face disappeared for a moment, and he coughed lightly, "Isaac, don't be rude."

The old man known as the devil, slowly twisted his neck, gave Isaac a warning glance, and then looked at Moriarty.

Moriarty could clearly see that he had white hair, a high nose, angular face, bright red lips, wearing a long purple trench coat with a big and high collar...

Wait, white hair?

During the summer vacation, also in France, Moriarty killed a white-haired vampire. At that time, there seemed to be an old vampire who said that the owner of the house would not let Moriarty go.

Could it be that...

Moriarty gradually became aware of it, and the white-haired old man took two steps forward.

"Moriarty Slytherin?" His voice was hoarse, especially unpleasant, as if a piece of coal was stuck in his throat.

"My name is Kaor Quinlan.

A few months ago, you killed my grandson in the underground exchange! I also warned you not to step out of England. "

Now Moriarty understood.

In order to investigate George, he ran from Greece to France. He killed countless vampires, and there was indeed a white-haired ghost.

As for the warning?

The vampire executive once sent him a letter.

There are two paragraphs in the letter.

"The reason my family is targeting elves recently is the legend of a headless vampire ancestor - the old Jew."

"If Moriarty Slytherin doesn't take a step out of the UK in his life, he can avoid the disaster. Next time you come to France, be sure to come to my Chilaner Gorge as a guest - Quinlan."

This is an explanation and a warning.

Moriarty first knew that the headless vampire ancestor also came from this letter.

It is also the first time to discover that the vampire executives are divided into two factions.

The Old Jewish Family and the Quinlan Family.

But now, the old Jew stands with Kaor Quinlan, representing the union?

Seeing the coldness in Moriarty's eyes, the old Jew showed a friendly smile. He seemed to have something to say, but he was not in a hurry and did not speak for the time being.

Quinlan continued walking towards Moriarty, step by step, saying sentence by sentence, "I know your purpose in coming to France.

Yes, Lucius was killed by me.

Lucius' blood was drained by several viscounts of our clan, and Lucius' head was beheaded by me.

I also know you're here on behalf of England's pure blood - seeking revenge! I happen to be one of the very few among the Grand Dukes of Vampires in France.

Look, what a wonderful fate?

The Quinlan family has a grudge against you, and the British pure blood has a grudge against the Quinlan family.

You brought thirty-five people—ah~

Needless to say, I know that you are all pure blood, and your so-called etiquette is doubly funny in my eyes, but it doesn't matter!

I……

He also brought thirty-five vampires—the Quinlan family, to show up! "

"Brush!" There was a soft sound, and thirty-five black shadows came out from the shadows in the castle and landed behind Quinlan.

Quinlan stopped, when he was only ten meters away from Moriarty.

"Let's get to know it here - according to your wizard's custom, start a large duel, 36 pure blood vs 36 Quinlan vampires!

The Jewish Marquis and the old Jewish family ensure that the duel is valid and the process is not disturbed. "

The old Jew stood up at the right time and nodded slightly, "Mr. Slytherin, I say that Archduke Quinlan's statement is valid, and at the same time, I regret to say that due to internal vampire reasons, I have to stand by and watch this duel and can only be a witness.

In addition, the death of Lucius had nothing to do with the old Jewish family. "

"Yes, it has nothing to do with the old Jews! There is nothing that the Quinlan family has done that they dare not admit," Quinlan said impatiently: "Lucius was in a hurry to return to England, so I killed him, a very simple matter, Moriarty, have you made up your mind, yes or no?"

Quinlan's eyes were like electricity, and the momentum that had accumulated from thousands of years of killing and blood-sucking was fully opened, like a gust of wind, pressing down with the smell of blood.

The pure-bloods gritted their teeth and stared at Quinlan anxiously.

Moriarty held his right hand vacantly, and the Slytherin staff suddenly appeared. He slammed the staff on the ground, and with a light "click", the water element magic power ran wild!

The frantic cold current hit the blood wind head-on, twisting it to pieces.

Moriarty's eyes narrowed slightly. The strength of the Vampire Archduke probably surpassed that of the four principals, and was only inferior to Dumbledore!

Quinlan laughed: "This cold snap - the one who froze the Eiffel Tower is you, right, very good, I can't wait to drain your blood, and ask you one last time, yes? Or refuse?"

"Don't promise!"

Isaac ran out from behind the old Jew and shouted to Moriarty, "Don't say yes! He is called the devil for a reason, and 638,447 lives died at his hands! That's just recorded! ."

After being exposed, Quinlan glared at Isaac coldly, and said in a muffled voice, "Little guy, go back and pretend nothing happened."

"Don't even think about it." Isaac became headstrong, "Your aura just now hurt my beloved!"

He ran to the girl~www.NovelMTL.com~ The girl had already fainted from fright. Isaac picked up the girl and stood behind Moriarty.

The old Jew looked helpless, and Quinlan smiled. It seemed that the story of Isaac had already spread among the vampires.

Quinlan wanted to have an attack, but couldn't because of the old Jew. Although the latter was a marquis, one rank lower than his duke, the old Jew still had support behind him.

"Go back, Isaac." Moriarty finally said, "Go home with your beloved, you don't have to participate in this battle."

"So you agreed?" Quinlan smiled cruelly.

"Do I have the right to choose?" Moriarty smiled inexplicably.

"Unfortunately, no! Hahahaha!" Quinlan walked forward with a laugh, and the vampires behind him were eager to move.

"Yeah, no? I didn't want to choose at all, I just want your life."

"Beautiful thoughts, here I am, come, come!" Quinlan stretched out her pointed red nails, pressed her chin, bloodthirsty and madness flashed on her face, and walked quickly towards Moriarty.

Moriarty walked up to him with his staff, and the purebloods exclaimed, "Sir—"

The distance of ten meters is not very far, they are about to meet...

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