Veil of Death!

"Brother Moriarty?"

Hermione called out twice, but Moriarty did not respond.

Hermione stretched out her right hand and waved it in front of Moriarty.

"Are you all right?"

"Hey!"

Hermione grew a little anxious.

"All right, I was just distracted, thinking of something."

Moriarty clasped Hermione's little hands in both of his, their smooth, tender softness lightly playing beneath his fingers.

As he toyed with them, he spoke.

"Professor Sybill Trelawney's words to you—I can say for certain that they were a genuine prophecy."

Hermione immediately panicked. "Huh? Does that mean..."

Moriarty pressed an index finger to Hermione's lips and gently rubbed them.

He continued, "But it would be too hasty to regard it as a prophecy. Rather than a prophecy, it was more like a warning!"

"After all, prophecies themselves carry the meaning of a warning."

"Professor Sybill Trelawney must have sensed something, and you happened to appear that day, stirring her sensitive and fragile nerves. That was how this so-called prophecy of death came about."

With a brain enhanced by the Alchemy Matrix and Magical AI, reconstructing such a minor scene was effortless for Moriarty.

After hearing this, Hermione tilted her head in thought and unconsciously stuck out her tongue, lightly licking Moriarty's index finger.

His finger tingled, itchy and wonderfully comfortable.

Moriarty narrowed his eyes. This little kitten really knew how to do it!

But he did not forget to add, "Perhaps you have some connection to that place."

"That place?" Hermione withdrew her tongue and asked in confusion, "Where is that place?"

"Couldn't you tell?" Moriarty stroked Hermione's head and smiled. "Whenever it involves Professor Sybill Trelawney, you lose all sense of logic, don't you?"

"That won't do."

Hermione lowered her head sheepishly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Moriarty's large hand stroked down from the top of