The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

"Prefect! I want you to take the students of all grades back to their respective common rooms. The morning class is temporarily cancelled."

Dumbledore finally came, and the deans of the four colleges followed behind him. Diana also came. When she heard Dumbledore's order, her face changed. It happened to be her class this morning, and it was canceled again.

Since the beginning of the term, there has only been one Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but Diana didn't say anything.

Prefects of four houses, oh, maybe only three houses - the Hufflepuff prefects are all in the back kitchen.

"Cedric," Moriarty said, "you lead Hufflepuff back to your common room."

"Me?" Cedric said suspiciously, pointing his index finger at the tip of his nose.

Not questioning Moriarty's decision - Headmaster Dumbledore and Headmaster Sprout said nothing, but doubting his own competence for the job.

"Yes, it's you." Moriarty gave Cedric a stern look, causing Cedric to have the illusion that he was facing Professor McGonagall, and then he became resolute. At this time, Moriarty had already walked towards Dumbledore.

"Professors, I think this is unusual!" Moriarty exclaimed, and Dumbledore nodded gravely. "I'm glad you think so! We've just returned from the hospital hospital, in fact."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes: "Did something happen to Keith?"

"It's worse than that." Professor Snape threw a bottle of potion, with a heavy tone: "Last night in the potion class, a fourth-year Slytherin girl reversed the antidote and made it in the middle of the night. She took a dose of poison and coaxed her friend into drinking it. Now both of them are in the school hospital."

Moriarty took the potion bottle, uncorked the bottle and sniffed it lightly. Although he was very careful, he still smelled a pungent smell.

This taste is like sauerkraut that has been pickled for a hundred years, penetrating from Moriarty's nasal cavity into his brain, it hurts like a needle pricking his skin!

Moriarty hurriedly used Occlumency to resist the poison, and his eyes flashed: "You and Horace can't brew this kind of poison for the brain in just one night!

How could a fourth grade witch possibly do that? And reverse operation according to the antidote? Sounds as creepy and unbelievable as going on a trip and discovering Voldemort! "

"We had the same idea as you. To find out, we searched their memories. About this poison - there is no record, no warning! It seems to appear out of thin air, but the poison actually appeared , almost poisoned my students to death!" Dumbledore came over and took the potion bottle, and carefully put it into his robe.

The white wizard looked sternly, and scanned the four dining tables, "Now there is another mess at breakfast, which has seriously damaged the relationship between the colleges.

Professor Sprout has learned from her students, Moriarty, would you like to come with us to the back kitchen to see what Miss Tonks is doing? "

Moriarty nodded, "Go."

To be honest, he wasn't worried about Tonks' safety. He saw Professor Sprout inspect the three dishes and they were all non-toxic, which means that Tonks really did it on a whim, but why would she do this? ?

This is what everyone is most concerned about.

Of course, Diana didn't seem so concerned. On the way, she asked Moriarty with a smile on her face: "I'm a new professor, what should I do if I encounter a student who skips class intentionally?"

Moriarty knew she was talking about Defense Against the Dark Arts class on a Monday afternoon, but that class was exactly the time Moriarty made a bet with Nicole Flamel that Moriarty locked himself in his dormitory and How to go to class.

At that time, the whole school and Hogsmeade were trying their best to help Moriarty, and the professors were also aware of their priorities, but these words did not make sense to an elf.

Elves are a stubborn and paranoid race. This characteristic started from the famous "Lake Fairy" Vivienne who fell in love with Merlin and then imprisoned Merlin.

"I suggest you ask the principal directly." So Moriarty replied, and Diana pursed her lips. Everyone could see that Dumbledore was in a bad mood. Would she go to the trouble?

Will do!

Under Moriarty's surprised gaze, Diana walked up to Dumbledore, her voice was no longer soft and cute, but became magnetic: "What happened in the castle is similar to mine, isn't it? You have to plan ahead."

Dumbledore stopped suddenly and shook his head: "It's not that bad, I trust my students."

What dumb fans are they playing?

Moriarty looked at the four deans beside him, and found that they looked dazed.

Diana didn't say anything more, and retreated to Moriarty. Soon, everyone left the kitchen, and the little badgers were too involved in cooking to notice them.

But Moriarty and the others felt heavy in vain, not because of anything else but because of the pools of blood that caught their eyes.

On the ground, dozens of snakes were cut into several sections, lying on the ground and twitching.

On the table, a stripped owl was stabbed several times, and its two claws twitched tremblingly.

There is also one on the wall. Tonks is holding a black snake in his left hand, and a brown owl's wings in his right hand. A floating knife automatically decomposes two poor little animals.

The Hufflepuff students were in groups of three and four, quickly making snake soup, roasted owls, and braised lion heads. Moriarty could smell the smell, and it was quite delicious.

"Merlin! My child!" Professor Sprout quickly walked among the little badgers, and she pressed Tonks' wrist, "What's wrong with you?"

"Oh, it's Professor Sprout!" Tonks turned around and hugged her dean. Moriarty and the others saw that her eyes were dark and bloodshot, but she said happily : "I'm cooking for everyone! Have you tasted it?"

The other little badgers seemed to be awakened. They raised their heads and waved their hands enthusiastically. As if they were the owner and chef of a restaurant, welcoming guests.

Professor Sprout opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

Dumbledore's frown became tighter and tighter. With a light wave of his hand, the blood on the back kitchen disappeared instantly. The surviving black snake and owl escaped from the control of the little badgers and fled in all directions as if frightened.

The black snake and owl that were not killed must have done a great deed in their previous life. Moriarty greeted the black snake in the language of snakes, and Professor McGonagall turned into a tabby cat, trying to appease the owls.

"Oh? Moriarty! You're here too?" Tonks ran in front of Moriarty, and the black snakes scrambled away in fright. Even Moriarty's snake language couldn't control them!

"Nymph!" Moriarty's tone was a little heavy, but he saw Tonks jump on top of him all of a sudden, hooking his hands around his neck, his legs around his waist, and hanging on Mo On Riati!

"Primary school boy~ Hehehe, mua!" Tonks kissed Moriarty's left cheek.

"mua~" kissed her right cheek again, giggling and said: "Have you eaten the snake soup I made for you? I heard that you like dragon soup, so I made it for you specially!

Although I don't have a fire dragon, it's easy to find a few snakes! How does it compare to Long Geng?

Hey, I will do it for you every day from now on! Do you drink or not? Do you want to drink? "

Tonks squinted his eyes with a smile, looking at Moriarty cheerfully.

"There's something wrong with you, Nymph! Did you know that?" Moriarty let the saliva on his cheeks dry, and had to say that Nymph's small mouth is quite sweet, but she is too unrestrained, which is not normal!

He grabbed Tonks' arms and tried to put her down, but Tonks held her tighter, "No, I don't! You say you want to drink first?"

Tonks changed from his previous heroic appearance, pouting and acting coquettishly, his hair turned pink, Moriarty knew that this color represented her happiness.

But neither Moriarty nor the professors were happy, and Diana snorted: "It seems that the instigator of the trouble was just to make a fortune for her little boy!

Moriarty, what a caring senior, huh? Maybe you have a chance to ask her how to explain braised lion's head and roasted owl? "

"I don't allow you to talk to Moriarty!" Tonks said domineeringly, hooking Moriarty's neck with both hands, so that she could bring herself into Moriarty's arms, showing a little annoyance face, and yelled at Diana: "You bad teacher! I can see that you have no good intentions! I dare say you have been eyeing Moriarty for a long time. Aha, yes, that's it!"

If there was no smell of alcohol, Moriarty thought that Tonks must be drunk, but Diana sneered, "How interesting, how did you say what was on your mind? It seems that you are seriously poisoned!"

"Poisoned?" Moriarty looked at Diana, then at Dumbledore, his eyes lingering between them: "What's going on?"

"Let's talk about it later," Dumbledore sighed, "The key now is how to stop them?"

While they were talking, the little badgers summoned the black snake again, and continued to make snake soup and braised lion's head, but the owl was gone.

When Tonks saw it, he yelled, "How can there be no owls? The little chubby chicken with round head and round face, which is a specialty of Scotland, is the soul of these three dishes!"

Do you know, Moriarty, I've been secretly paying attention since you taught the house-elves how to cook Chinese dishes. "

Moriarty tried to put her down, but she held on to the robes and wouldn't let go.

"During the summer vacation, I bought a Huaxia cookbook. I wanted to make a chicken soup in addition to snake soup today, but there is no chicken in the castle, so I had to use an owl instead!

How, isn't it a genius idea! The corners of Tonks' mouth rose, and he smiled proudly: "After making the owl soup, I tried the taste, it's delicious, really delicious, super delicious!"

Look, there it is, and you're here before I can bring it out. I'll bring it over for you to taste! "

Tonks finally jumped off Moriarty, and Professor McGonagall, who had recovered his human form, saw her bring over a pot of broth, patted his chest and lamented, "One hundred and thirty-seventh! Tonks Nefer Dora! You killed 137 owls!"