MTL - The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts-v5 Chapter 88 Texas style

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Moriarty and Dumbledore say goodbye.

Moriarty took Ixchel on a journey to North America.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald, looking for Aberforth, ended the grievances of the year.

Gump and Ralpo return to London to await the arrival of the rest of the Immortals.

Everyone is ready to go, this Christmas is destined to be extraordinary.

Pretty Country, Texas.

The plains in the temperate climate are vast and warm, and the scorching sun has not weakened the temperature because of the arrival of winter.

Moriarty, who was flying in the sky, looked down.

On the grassland surrounded by fences, livestock ran around, the most of which were bison and healthy horses.

A famous cowboy is on the back of a healthy horse. The herd of bison is rampaging on the grass. The cowboy on the horseback is struggling to drive the herd to the planned breeding area.

"Aha~ That's right there!"

Moriarty had sharp eyes and saw that the grass in the breeding area was growing in strange patterns, as if someone had deliberately combed it.

And that pattern is a shield, the Hogwarts crest!

Although there were no badges of the four colleges on it, Moriasu recognized it at a glance.

"Here, land!"

While gesturing to Ixchel, Moriarty fell from the sky like a skydive.

Ixchel raised her delicate eyebrows, the land below was a bit messy for her who likes simplicity.

Ixchel doesn't like those cowboys who are accompanied by livestock.

"Is the partner here reliable?"

Ixchel fell to the ground suddenly, with a few traces of doubt floating in his eyes.

Facing Ixchel who landed suddenly, the Cowboys were stunned.

Not only people, but also horses, bison, livestock and other beasts, all knelt down on the ground, as if the fear in their eyes was overflowing.

There was a helpless smile on the corner of Moriarty's mouth, and Ixchel was like this, never hiding himself.

She doesn't hesitate to appear in front of the world. As for what others think, what does it have to do with her?

The "Secrecy Law" of wizards, the fear of werewolves and vampires to the church, and the fear of dark creatures to hunters, all of which do not exist here in Ixchel.

In her words: "My Dragon Mother can appear in front of you to give you face! Don't give face!

Just like this time, the world seems to be suddenly quiet.

Standing there, Ixchel is the center of the world.

Moriarty quickened his pace and walked towards a wooden house in front of him. The door opened, and the people inside rushed out.

"Hey Moriarty!"

Jericho excitedly ran to Moriarty.

"Now your dream has come true."

Moriarty looked Jericho up and down, smiled and hugged him.

Jericho was wearing a brown leather jacket, a tall felt hat with a wide brim on his head, black jeans with a Colt revolver on his waist, and tall leather boots with spurs on his feet.

Not seeing him for more than half a month, Jericho has become lean and lean, and his face is tanned.

It's just that the sharpness in his eyes can't be hidden even if he deliberately hides it.

Eye contact with Moriarty turned into a smile, with a hippie smile on his face.

"No way, no way, I haven't seen you for a few weeks and brought back a beautiful woman?"

Jericho pouted in the direction of Ixchel behind Moriarty. He didn't dare to look, because any Muggle or animal that saw Ixchel couldn't look away.

Jericho wasn't confident enough to resist a dragon mother with magic power.

It was only when Moriarty discovered that Ixchel still had this bug-level passive.

He quickly patted Jericho on the shoulder: "Don't be kidding, this dragon lady is very senior and has a scary background, but she promised to help us deal with the eternal life organization, and she is considered a companion for the time being."

Jericho nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and a smirk appeared on his face at the end.

It doesn't matter, even if it's just a companion now, I believe Moriarty will put her to sleep...convince!

Speaking of this, Jericho remembered another thing.

"When we parted that day, did the eldest miss confess to you?"

Jericho's eyes were filled with complacency and a smirk: "In such an atmosphere, I guess she couldn't bear it anymore. After all, we parted at the time, and we don't know when we will see each other again..."

Moriarty remembered what Lilith said and did that night, and couldn't help licking the corners of his mouth.

Rather than saying that Lilith kissed herself, it was better to say that Lilith bit herself.

What a faux pas!

Lilith, you will suffer in the future, let me teach you how to spell and read separately!

A smirk appeared in Moriarty's eyes, and Jericho knew it was right after seeing this look, and didn't ask any more questions.

He raised his hand towards the prairie in front of him, and shouted proudly: "This prairie belongs to my family. I will show you the style of Texas tonight!"

"There are not only poems about breaking new ground, but also the fearlessness of defending justice, not only the legend of chivalry and tenderness, but also the romance of encountering love..."

Moriarty smiled: "Okay, okay, you are writing poetry."

"Don't tell me, I really want to leave something here, and writing it down may be the only thing I can do now." Jericho said seriously.

It can be seen that he really loves his hometown.

Moriarty shook his head and laughed: "Speaking of poems, I really don't want to read any poems or stories these days."

"Do you remember a storybook called "The Tales of Beedle the Poet"?"

"Oh? Don't tell me, these days you and Principal Dumbledore are going to find the Deathly Hallows?"

While talking, Jericho walked into the cabin facing Moriarty and Ixchel.

"Worse than that! That's a long story..."

Moriarty tells Jericho about recent events.

Until the sun goes down, as Moriarty finishes telling the end of the story: Purify Swabia.

Jericho held up a glass of whiskey and yelled, "Gump and his group really can't be allowed to become gods. If they don't become gods, they will harm the world like this. After becoming gods, the world will turn into purgatory!"

"Crack."

Moriarty touched him lightly with the wine glass, "I agree with you on this point. The Immortal Life Organization is a bunch of weirdos. Who knows what will happen if you become a god."

"Ixchel, if, I mean if—"

Moriarty suddenly looked at Ixchel: "In the end we defeated the Eternal Life Organization and obtained all the holy objects. Will you choose to become a god?"

"Hmm..." Ixchel held the wine bottle and pondered. She was also drinking while Moriarty was telling the story. Unlike them, Ixchel directly blew on the bottle.

Looking at the small table next to her full of wine bottles, one could tell how much Ixchel drank.

But Ixchel was not a bit drunk, and there was no seductive blush on her white cheeks, only a plain calmness.

"God, there is no temptation for me."

"After finishing this with you, I will go home, Black Forest."

Ixchel put the bottle on the table, and she finished another bottle.

"What about you?" Jericho said tongue out, looking at Moriarty.

"Me?" Moriarty shook his glass, his eyes flickering, "Let me think, let me think..."

He himself has no desire to become a god, nor does he feel disgusted—Salazar told him that the Big Four had stepped out of their own magic path, and a powerful existence like Ixchel said that he would not become a god.

On the contrary, the big boss behind the scenes is more attractive to Moriarty.

"Maybe I will...return to a normal life?"

"Play Quidditch, tease the cubs of magical creatures, make inventions, read books and newspapers..."

"Well, sounds like the life of a normal Muggle, haha."

Moriarty had finished his whiskey and put the glass on the table with a "click".

"And you Jericho."

"Me?" Jericho cast his eyes out of the window, the herbs under the setting sun were filled with red and yellow colors, "I want to shout in the sun and gallop wildly on a strong horse!"

As he said that, he stood up, rushed into the back room like alcohol, and then rushed out like a gust of wind, holding a big thing in his arms.

"Look, this is a magic item I invented."

Jericho put the thing on the ground.

It's a broomstick, but with four extra legs.

"I call it a flying horse!"

"Crackling, wow wow..."

Jericho said a lot with his tongue, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com to the effect that combining a horse with a broomstick requires alchemy and Muggle space technology.

Moriarty and Ixchel looked at each other.

After finishing speaking, Jericho tilted his head and fell asleep holding the prototype of the flying horse.

Moriarty and Ixchel smiled at each other, and Ixchel said, "Your friend is quite good."

"Go out for dinner?" Moriarty suddenly sent an invitation to Ixchel, Jericho fell asleep, and eating at home was hopeless.

Ixchel readily agreed, drinking dozens of bottles of whiskey, no matter how high the magic resistance is, there is still a trace of heat.

After the two left, Jericho, who was soundly asleep, opened one eye: "The two of them are done, Moriarty must give me a big red envelope!"

But what Jericho didn't know was that, with Ixchel's perception, he knew that he was not asleep, and everything was seen through without telling the truth.