MTL - The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish - Chapter 50

Gilderoy Lockhart has just become Minister for Magic of the United Kingdom, and there are several uninvited guests in the office.

Dumbledore: “Minister, I have to tell you with great sadness that Moriarty Slytherin is the most hidden person in the European wizarding world!”

Lovegood, editor-in-chief of The Quibbler: “Look Minister, the Hogwarts Riots, the Himalayan Avalanche, the Gringotts Heist, the World Cup Opening, the Nurmengard Bombing, the Azkaban Defection , the Durmstrang riot, these mysteries all point to one person, Moriarty Slytherin!”

Platinum noble Lucius: “On behalf of the pure blood family, I strongly request the minister to launch a wanted request for Moriarty Slytherin! Oh, my minister, don’t look at me with greedy eyes, all pure blood money is taken by Mori Artie’s gone.”

Gilderoy Lockhart showed his signature smile: “Please allow me to introduce to you my young master, the greatest wizard of all time, the master of dawn and darkness, the master of ice and thunder, the legendary god of magic, Moriarty Slytherin!”

This is the story of a little wizard who only has magic in his heart and becomes the big boss behind the scenes in the Harry Potter world.

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Gazing at the Starbucks café at the airports had become a ritual for her. A desperate attempt as she hoped against hope to see him again, probably get one more chance to kiss him again.

Looking at the store all lost, she walked ahead, but stumbled and bumped against someone.

The cup of coffee that he had in his hand spilled all over just like the first time when she had met him.

“Jesus Christ”, he muttered.

The moment she heard the voice she looked up and saw his face. It was the same face that had promised to stay next to her, till death did them apart.

Tears flooded her eyes and she could barely speak, “I knew you would come back for me Raymond”. She raised herself on her toes in an attempt to kiss him, but he blocked her lips with his palm.

“Whoa, whoa, Miss !!! I guess you have mistaken me for someone else.”

“What are you saying, Raymond? It's me, your Akira. The love of your life, your fiancée,” she said and stretched her hand showing the ring on her finger.

He stared at the ring for quite some time and then looked at her face apologetically and said,

“Miss please, I am already a married man.”

And then he silently walked away.

“VILLIAN!? Is that what you call me? Do you know what I have been through?

FATE dealt me this hand, and I'll find peace in it. Even if I have to end the world, I'll sit a king on its ruins.

I'm not a good guy. I won't even pretend that I am. But then again, who in this world can truly claim that title?

At least I know my heart. What about yours?”

.....

Chiron lived an unfortunate life, but his problems only got started when he was reincarnated in his dangerous Hit novel.

Behold, a lesson to all authors... MC's have it difficult too.

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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