The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Chapter 60: Cockroach Pile

As if all of a sudden, the students’ wardrobes were empty, everything was packed into the suitcases, and a notification was sent to each student, warning them not to use magic during the holiday.

Hagrid was in charge of leading the students to board the fleet that crossed the lake. Moriarty stood on the tower and had a panoramic view of the students leaving. Instead of taking the express train back to London with the students, he stayed behind. down.

He had something to talk to Dumbledore about, and the teacher told him that the password for the headmaster’s office was the cockroach pile monster.

The staff tapped the ground lightly, and a staircase leading to the principal’s office on the eighth floor automatically appeared. Moriarty went all the way to the door of the principal’s office, and Paro, the spitting stone beast, saluted him cheerfully.

“A cockroach pile of monsters!” Moriarty said clearly.

The gleaming oak door opened, and Dumbledore sat on the huge table, with Dumbledore’s collection of silverware—all Moriarty had ever seen.

This time, there was a pile of sweets and a shallow stone basin on the table, with runes and symbols carved on the edge of the basin.

The Pensieve, Moriarty recognized it at a glance, but, what did Dumbledore take out of the Pensieve?

“Good morning, Moriarty.”

Dumbledore noticed Moriarty coming in, he pointed to the candy on the table with his finger, “Do you want some cockroaches, Professor Randy just brought it back, he is always so considerate.”

Moriarty conjured up a duck-down chair with armrests. He sat across from Dumbledore, reached for a pile of cockroaches, and examined it carefully.

“Why would anyone like cockroach piles?”

Moriarty looked at the food in his hand—just like a real cockroach, with tiny legs crawling quickly, two tentacles flapping erratically at a scalp-numbing frequency, and tiny humming sounds from their wings , seems to take off at any time.

Dumbledore also picked up a pile of cockroaches and looked at it, then put it into his mouth as a matter of course, and said with a smile: “We know it’s food, but people still fear it. If you want me to say, it’s very simple to overcome fear, just eat it.”

“It’s hard for ordinary wizards to have such a mentality,” Moriarty bit off the head of the cockroach pile. Fortunately, there was no sticky juice splashing out. The taste was really good. After Moriarty tasted it, he continued: “The wizard who invented this candy must have hated cockroaches so much that he wanted people to chew them whenever they wanted.”

“Interesting explanation.” Dumbledore put a few more cockroaches in his mouth. He didn’t eat it, but just contained it, as if to experience the process of cockroaches crawling in his mouth.

Dumbledore looked at Moriarty: “Our two views of the cockroach pile represent two kinds of people.”

“One is a man of faith,” Moriarty said softly. “The other is a man of hatred.”

Dumbledore swallowed the food in his mouth, raised his glasses with his right hand, and looked at Moriarty carefully. The office suddenly fell silent.

Moriarty didn’t feel any discomfort, and there was no sign of an invasion in his brain. Dumbledore simply looked at him.

“I think you must know that the Sorting Hat is a hat that has been enchanted. As the principal, I can see some… psychological activities of new students through the Sorting Hat every year.”

Dumbledore said calmly, as if he was not talking about himself.

Moriarty smiled slightly: “But you didn’t see mine, which makes you worried? Nervous?”

Dumbledore nodded yes and said sincerely, “If I have made any mistakes in my life, it must be Tom’s problem! I taught a Dark Lord.”

“Yeah yeah, that’s right, you were his Transfiguration professor,” Moriarty’s tone became playful: “So whenever there’s a Slytherin student who does well, you’re going to be wary of him, and neither do I. exception.”

“As you said to Severus, it’s hard to hide what’s going on in this castle from my eyes.” Dumbledore raised his voice: “I’m glad to see you taught Mr. Blanche , guided Mr. Flint, I also saw your excellent skills on the Quidditch pitch, your talent and strength in the dueling club, and what surprised me was your willingness to share the secret room with others .

Of course, I also saw you go out at night with your friends. Dumbledore said, winking at Moriarty: “Life at Hogwarts is incomplete without a night swim. ”

For some reason, Moriarty suddenly wanted to use Legilimency on Dumbledore. He wanted to see Dumbledore’s student days, but they seemed to be with GG.

“Your last name makes you different, but I hope you can enjoy life like the other little wizards in this school? Make friends? Have a relationship? Even if you go to the Forbidden Forest, I think I’m with Hagrid. I won’t mind.” Dumbledore said gently, with a smile in his eyes.

“It sounds tempting, but I have more important things to do.” Moriarty shook his head.

“Can you let me know?”

“There’s nothing that can’t be said,” Moriarty told Dumbledore about the Hogwarts Riot and the centaurs’ divination, adding: “We won’t be indifferent to what happens at Hogwarts.”

“You?” Dumbledore’s expression became solemn, looking at Moriarty like he was looking at Voldemort.

“We,” Moriarty repeated, and then said nonchalantly, “Me and the ghosts, armor, and murals in the castle.”

For a moment, Dumbledore thought he had heard it wrong, his eyes widened, and he stuttered a little: “Well, well, that’s not bad, most students mention Hogwarts as nostalgia and longing, very few student unions. Such a delicate feeling for Hogwarts.”

To hide his gaffe, Dumbledore glanced at the shelf behind him—there was Phoenix Fox there.

“Remember the afternoon we came up from the underpass?

Fox told me that Peeves said to him, when you speak the snake language, when you mobilize the stone piers, armor, and murals in the castle, there is a picture on the mural that does not guard the castle with the other pictures, what is that picture? ? ”

Dumbledore looked at Fox, the phoenix let out a soft cry, Dumbledore nodded and said, “Ah, yes, Peeves said the portrait was called the Headless Horseman!”

This time it was Moriarty’s turn to look serious.

The four giants all have spells that commanded Hogwarts, and the snake language he said before opening the underground passage was the spell left by the ancestors of Salazar, and even the portraits of the principals of all dynasties must obey the orders of the spellcasters and guard the castle. .

And now Dumbledore actually said there was a portrait that defied the spell’s orders!

If Dumbledore was the source of the news, Moriarty would still doubt whether Dumbledore was deceiving him, but the news came from Peeves, so it must be correct.

While Moriarty was thinking, Dumbledore was also observing Moriarty. From the moment Moriarty opened the underground passage, Dumbledore knew that the castle was hiding many secrets.

In the face of these secrets, Dumbledore is no more than an elementary school student.

Dumbledore told Moriarty the news, not necessarily without Moriarty’s idea of deciphering it, but when he saw that Moriarty didn’t know anything, he changed the subject wisely.

“Moriarty, I think you must know it.” Dumbledore looked at the Pensieve.

Moriarty nodded casually, and Dumbledore looked quite happy: “Very good, then the next thing is much easier, you have successfully won my trust, I am willing to…”

Moriarty waved his hand to interrupt him: “Trust is always mutual, so? When you said this, did you ever think about whether you have gained my trust?”

“I knew you would say that,” Dumbledore was even happier: “That’s why we use the Pensieve!

I want to show you a memory, the memory of Harry Potter! I think you must know about Harry Potter, but you must not know, I have a plan, a plan to destroy Voldemort once and for all. I think we can perfect this plan together! ”

Dumbledore expected to see the surprise on Moriarty’s face, and also hoped that Moriarty would ask him questions such as “Why Voldemort didn’t really die”, but he was disappointed that Moriarty just squinted~ www.readwn.com~ Staring at him, the gray eyes are like an endless dark universe, unpredictable.

In fact, Moriarty didn’t expect Dumbledore’s way of expressing his sincerity to be Harry Potter!

Poor Potter could never have imagined that someone had already arranged his fate when he was not in school.

Moriarty pondered, thinking about what Harry could do for him: He already had a positive figure, Lockhart, and the allegiance of a pure-blood family that was developing a business.

So what is he missing?

Harry Potter?

Moriarty’s eyes flashed a strange light, maybe he thought of it!

“If your plan is attractive enough, you can gain my trust.” Moriarty replied to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore agreed, he put a wisp of memory into the Pensieve and walked into his memory with Moriarty – starting with James Potter and Lily Potter, Moriarty saw the Lee’s many stories.

After reading the memories, Moriarty and Dumbledore had a heated discussion about the fate of Harry Potter.

They discussed it for a whole day, eating cockroaches when they were hungry!

The next morning, Dumbledore was finally persuaded. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes: “Harry Potter will be handed over to you, and I hope you can train him to be a great wizard. .”

Moriarty stretched out his right hand towards him and smiled faintly: “As you wish.”

Dumbledore slowly stretched out his right hand and shook hands with Moriarty.

From this moment on, Moriarty’s partnership with Dumbledore entered the “honeymoon period”.

Moriarty seemed to suddenly remember something: “Oh, by the way, there is one more thing…”