The Style Was All Wrong? Ulykke!

Forbidden Forest of another world.

For some reason, the grass had been blessed today, trampled beneath nine pairs of jade-like feet.

Although those nine pairs of feet were wrapped in boots or leather shoes, they still could not conceal their sweet fragrance.

Their owners were none other than Moriarty's nine junior schoolmates.

They stood in a row, mostly sober now, their little heads lowered into their chests like quails, not daring to meet Moriarty's gaze.

Moriarty stood opposite them with his hands behind his back, his expression stern.

Hermione, Astoria, Lovegood, Ginny, Hannah, Susan, Pansy, Parvati, Padma.

"Nine junior schoolmates, and you actually followed me?"

"Truly outstanding. I taught you magic, not so you could use it to follow people!"

Moriarty lectured them with a straight face.

Nine young girls had followed a senior student late at night?

They had even pounced on their senior and knocked him to the ground?

That was seriously perverted!

The younger girls' eyes were hazy, and they actually found following Moriarty rather fun.

Hermione curled her lips into a faint smile. I learned this from you, Brother Moriarty~

"Outrageous!" Moriarty raised his voice several octaves.

"Never mind the following—you actually crossed into another world!"

"Do you know who's here? Ulick Gamp! The big BOSS of the Immortality Organization!"

"Have I spoiled you so much that you've forgotten the dangers you should have kept firmly in mind?"

The nine younger girls immediately raised their heads, panic spreading across their faces.

"It isn't your fault, Senior Moriarty."

"We were just too naughty!"

"We'll never drink again!"

The younger girls surrounded Moriarty, apologizing in soft, sweet voices.

Seeing his adorable, guileless junior schoolmates, Moriarty's displeasure vanished into thin air.

"Protecting such cute and lovely junior schoolmates is this senior's bounden duty!"

"Could it be that I