The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

After a two-hour flight, Moriarty and his party left Paris. The French Aurors did not arrive until they lost sight of the Eiffel Tower.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the temperature drops, and the heart-wrenching cold descends on the port city of Marseille, but the romantic French Muggles don't realize it.

The wizards will not feel the cold, the cold wind blows, just put a simple warming spell on themselves.

Dark magical creatures like vampires are even less likely to catch cold, and their body temperature is at an extremely low value lower than the average body temperature of the human body throughout their lives.

Isaac chattered about vampire stories, trying to get the girl interested in vampires.

The girl sitting in front was clearly bored and closed her eyes.

If it wasn't for the low temperature, she would have covered her ears, but now she can only tuck her hands into her cuffs.

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

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

The attribute of licking dogs is hereditary, the grandson is a dog licking, and the grandfather must be a dog licking!

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

It's a pity that the dog licked until there was nothing in the end! The old Jew sadly exits the stage and becomes a lost dog of love.

so? Guys, do you understand, Mr. Lucius - the noble pure-blood patriarch was defeated by the old licking dog? is it possible? impossible. "

"Excellent analysis." Moriarty smiled and clapped his hands. "After graduation, you can open a detective agency in London. The business must be good."

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

"Sir," Marcus flew over from the front, "Isaac said that he is about to enter the Isle of Eve, let us get ready."

Moriarty looked solemn: "Everyone is on alert."

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

"Grandfather?" Isaac ran over happily, "You're waiting for me at the door? No way, isn't today Easter?"

"He's really like a child," Tonks said quietly.

"It's just a child's heart, and the actual age is older than your grandmother." Moriarty said casually, his eyes followed Isaac closely, and turned to the old Jew.

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

Devil?

A vampire called an old devil?

Moriarty looked at them solemnly.

The smile on the old Jew's face flashed away, and he coughed lightly, "Isaac, don't be rude."

The old man known as the devil slowly twisted his neck, glanced at Isaac warningly, and then met Moriarty's eyes.

Moriarty could clearly see that he had white hair, a high nose, sharp-edged face, bright red lips, and was wearing a long purple windbreaker with a big and high collar...

Wait, gray hair?

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

Could it be...

Moriarty gradually understood, and the white-haired old man also took two steps forward.

"Moriarty Slytherin?" His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if he had a burning coal stuck in his throat.

"My name is Kao Quinlan.

You killed my grandson in the underground exchange a few months ago! I also warned you not to set foot outside England. "

Now Moriarty understood.

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

As for the warning?

The vampire executive had sent him a letter.

There are two paragraphs in the letter.

"The reason why my family has recently targeted elves is the legend of a headless blood-sucking ancestor—the old Jew."

"If Moriarty Slytherin never takes a step out of England, he can avoid a catastrophe. Next time you come to France, be sure to come to Chiller Valley as your guest—Quinlan."

This is an explanation and a warning.

It was this letter that Moriarty first knew about the Headless Vampire.

It was also the first time that the top vampires were found to be divided into two factions.

The Old Jewish Family and the Quinlan Family.

But now, the old Jew stood with Kao Quinlan, representing the union?

Noticing 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 would not speak for now.

Quinlan continued to walk towards Moriarty, step by step, saying one sentence after another: "I know your purpose for coming to France.

Yes, Lucius was killed by me and someone else.

Lucius' blood was sucked dry by several viscounts of my family, and Lucius' head was cut off by myself.

I also know you're here on behalf of England's purebloods - seeking vengeance! I happen to be one of the few Grand Dukes of Vampires in France.

Look, what a wonderful fate?

The Quinlans have a grudge against you, and the English purebloods have a grudge against the Quinlans.

You bring thirty-five people—ah~

Needless to say I know you're all purebloods, and your so-called manners are doubly ridiculous in my eyes, but it doesn't matter!

I……

Also bring thirty-five vampires—the Kunlan family, show up! "

"Swipe!" There was a soft sound, and thirty-five black figures rushed out from the shadows in the castle and landed behind Kunlan.

Kunlan stopped, and he was only ten meters away from Moriarty.

"We're here to make an understanding—according to the practice of your wizards, start a big duel, 36 pure blood vs 36 Quinlan vampires!

The Jewish Marquis and the old Jewish family ensured that the result of this duel was valid and the process was not disturbed. "

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

Also, Lucius' death had nothing to do with the old Jewish family. "

"Yes, it has nothing to do with the old Jews! There is nothing the Quinlan family dares to admit," Quinlan said impatiently, "Lucius was in a hurry to return to England, so I intercepted him. It was a very simple matter. Moriarty, have you made up your mind, agree or not?"

Kunlan's eyes were like lightning, and the aura accumulated over thousands of years of killing and blood-sucking was fully opened, like a strong wind blowing over him with a stinky smell of blood.

The purebloods gritted their teeth and stared at Kunlan with the same hatred.

Moriarty held his right hand empty, and the Slytherin staff suddenly appeared. He put the staff on the ground, and there was a light "click", and the magic power of the water element ran away!

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

Moriarty narrowed his eyes slightly. The strength of the Vampire Grand Duke may have surpassed the four principals, only inferior to Dumbledore!

Quinlan laughed loudly: "This cold current - the one who freezes the Eiffel Tower is you, right? Very well, I can't wait to suck your blood dry, and I will ask you one last time, agree? Or refuse?"

"Don't agree!"

Isaac ran out from behind the old Jew, and he shouted to Moriarty: "Don't promise! He was called the devil for a reason, and 638,447 lives died at his hands! This is only recorded .”

After being exposed, Kunlan gave Isaac a cold look, and said in a muffled voice without moving his lips, "Little guy, go back and act as if nothing happened."

"Don't even think about it." Isaac became self-willed, "Your arrogance just now hurt my true love!"

He ran to the girl, who had already fainted from fright. Isaac picked her up and stood behind Moriarty.

The old Jew looked helpless, and Kunlan chuckled. It seemed that the story of Isaac had spread among the vampires.

Quinlan really wanted to explode, but he couldn't because of the old Jew. Although the latter was a marquis, one rank lower than his duke, the old Jew also had support behind him.

"Go back, Isaac." Moriarty finally said, "Take your love home, you don't need to participate in this battle."

"So you agreed?" Kunlan smiled cruelly.

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

"Unfortunately, no! Hahahaha!" Kunlan laughed and walked forward, while the vampires behind him were ready to move.

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

"Good idea, I'm here, come on, come on!" Quinlan stretched out her pointed red nails, pressed her chin against her chin, bloodthirsty and madness flashed across her face, and walked quickly towards Moriarty.

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

The distance of ten meters is not very far, they will meet soon...