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Moriarty slid his cedar wand into a custom wand holster affixed to his right arm. With a swift motion, he raised his right hand, fingers splayed, and the wand sprang seamlessly into his grasp.
"Three times faster than reaching under the robe—just about a second," he mused, nodding with satisfaction.
He dubbed the maneuver "one-handed mode" and released the wand.
While doing so, he lifted his left arm. The wand vanished instantly, retracted into the holster, and then emerged again into his left hand with a subtle click.
The process took three seconds in total, two more than the one-handed mode, but its utility extended far beyond what the raw numbers conveyed.
Most wizards were naturally dominant with one hand—ambidexterity was a rarity. Yet Moriarty, with memories of a past life, had trained both hands to command a wand with equal ease.
The wand holster had the potential to alter this norm. It also seemed to possess a built-in resistance to the "Expelliarmus" charm.
Moriarty ran multiple trials, refining the holster's mechanisms.
He enchanted the magical vines with a transparency charm to reveal the mithril lining within, transforming the entire holster into a shimmering silver piece.
At the point where an azure crystal was embedded, he enhanced its pale glow until it pulsed rhythmically, adding motion and energy to the holster's appearance.
To finalize the design, Moriarty condensed hundreds of magical energy cycles into snake-like glyphs. These coiled and slithered across the surface of the holster in irregular patterns, like emerald serpents, infusing it with mystery—and Slytherin's unmistakable mark.
Ding Dong~ The host has successfully crafted his first alchemical artifact. An Achievement Reward Draw is now available.
The system's long-absent reward system activated. Moriarty, choosing not to wait, immediately drew his prize.
Congratulations! You have obtained the Language Magic: Proficiency in Dragon Tongue.
An overwhelming surge of knowledge surged into Moriarty's consciousness. His eyes fixed ahead, mouth parting involuntarily as a guttural roar escaped his lips. The holster he'd crafted began to rise into the air, responding to the resonance in his voice.
Just as suddenly, the vision faded. The holster dropped to the ground with a soft thud, snapping Moriarty back to reality.
"That was—dragon language?" Moriarty whispered, lifting the holster reverently as he recalled the phrase he had spoken: "Ascend to the heavens."
To his astonishment, the holster rose slowly into the air! The ascent was sluggish, more a hover than flight, but it was undeniably levitating.
The alchemical matrix within it responded—it was no longer a static construct. It now resembled a sentient algorithm, adapting and evolving. Moriarty had the distinct impression that subsequent activations would require little conscious effort.
He didn't know the full extent yet—but he believed in what he saw: the holster had taken flight, perhaps even reached for the sky.
Then he remembered the Headless Horseman's words: "As I said, dragons and elves are the most naturally attuned to mysticism. At Avalon, dragons were traditionally used in alchemical experiments."
Dragons and elves—the apex beings in terms of mystical potential.
He and the other two Moriartys had once pondered why. Now, Moriarty believed he had the answer. The holster's reaction confirmed a staggering truth: dragon language could command magical artifacts.
The alchemical matrix resonated with the incantation—an undeniable synchronicity between the dragon tongue and the eukaryotic alchemical structure within the holster.
In simpler terms, dragon language could manipulate alchemical constructs.
This radical theory took root in Moriarty's mind like an ancient tree—it anchored deeply and would not be dislodged.
Everyone knew Merlin had spoken the language of dragons. He had also been a legendary alchemist.
Moriarty rephrased the legend in his mind: Merlin became a master of alchemy because he could speak dragon tongue.
An elegant, unassailable logic.
His thoughts returned to the Headless Horseman's mention of elves—beings just as mystical as dragons.
"Diana…" Moriarty's eyes gleamed. Diana was an elf!
Coincidence? Hardly.
This very year, the famed alchemist Nicolas Flamel arrived at Hogwarts.
This same year, Diana the elf joined the school.
Also this year, the Headless Horseman reemerged and invoked Merlin's name.
A convergence of fate.
Alchemy. Dragons. Elves. All paths converged in one place, at one time—around him.
Fascinating. Utterly fascinating!
Moriarty rose, flicked his wand to send the recliner back into place, and stepped out of the classroom with the holster. Outside, a crowd had gathered with a whoosh of anticipation. At the forefront were French wizards.
"Mr. Moriarty?" a Ministry official called. His face was a blend of excitement, anxiety, disbelief, and awe. But all emotions were swept away the moment Moriarty calmly announced:
"Wand holster complete."
The crowd exploded.
Cheering erupted. Wizards ran through the corridor, shouting, some summoning Patronuses to relay the news. The French contingent crouched in defeat, their expressions downcast.
Moriarty chuckled and strode forward. Outside the castle gates stood Dumbledore, waiting.
Behind the Headmaster followed an entourage of important figures—Ministers, directors, senior faculty. But regardless of their urgency, none dared walk ahead of Dumbledore.
They didn't mind. Not now. They watched Moriarty approach in stunned silence.
A legend, forming before their very eyes.
Just as Voldemort had once risen. As Grindelwald had stirred the world. As Nicolas Flamel revolutionized alchemy six centuries ago. As Merlin had once guided magic itself.
Such individuals didn't merely live—they defined eras.
"I'll leave this to you," Moriarty said, pressing the wand holster into Dumbledore's hands before walking past the assembly without another word, heading toward the underground chamber.
He still had a wager to fulfill.
Yet more than that, he longed for a conversation—a communion of minds—with Nicolas Flamel.
A wave of cheers followed him.
"He actually did it!"
"By Merlin's beard! He set the challenge on Monday at noon and won before Tuesday morning!"
"An artifact beyond its time! With this, the Auror's strength will skyrocket!" Rufus Scrimgeour, head of the Auror Office, was among the most composed—but even he could barely contain his elation. He eyed the holster in Dumbledore's hands with covetous admiration, already imagining equipping his forces with it.
"Albus," said Millicent Bagnold, then-Minister for Magic, her tone hushed, "this student of yours will become a legend."
She had always found Moriarty inscrutable. His cold composure often masked deeper intentions. But now—when he had handed over an artifact of immeasurable value without hesitation—she realized she might have misjudged him.
Perhaps he really didn't seek power.
"Millicent," Dumbledore murmured absently, fingers tracing the holster's glowing runes, "I hope you're right."
Moriarty, unaware of their words, descended into the underground chambers. A circle of French wizards stood at the entrance. Fengwei Capet had just emerged, his expression sour.
"Moriarty? You've come at a bad moment," he began. Then he faltered. "No—Nicolas Flamel asked for you. But we all agreed the timing wasn't right."
"Step aside, sir," Moriarty said coolly. "Nationality doesn't matter. Nicolas and I are both alchemists now. Look at the holster. It's the dawn of a new age. I trust you don't want to be left behind by history."
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