Old Fli winked at Moriarty. "I caught a glimpse of you from afar in Diagon Alley two years ago. Lockhart also spoke of you constantly. You know how he always said you were the greatest treasure he had ever discovered."
As he spoke, he walked over and sat beside Soldaya, offering Moriarty a friendly smile.
The Fli Family's monopoly over the book industry had given them an exceptional standing. It seemed that so long as nothing went wrong within the family, they could prosper forever. Yet the family line was painfully sparse, and its sole heir had died during the First Wizarding War, leaving Old Fli alone and widowed.
Watching Moriarty rise to prominence, Old Fli had developed the desire to align himself with him. After all, with Lockhart as a connection, Moriarty would surely accept him to some extent—or so Old Fli thought.
Old Fli's thoughts were exactly what Moriarty wanted. The two exchanged a knowing glance and smiled in satisfaction at the same time.
"We meet again, Mr. Moriarty." Garrick Ollivander, the Ollivander Family's representative, sat down beside Old Fli. His eyes remained fixed on Moriarty without blinking. "Two years have passed. Has your wand been serving you well?"
"It is my closest comrade." Moriarty placed the Snow Fir Wand on the table and said to Ollivander, "I've noticed that wizards always waste far too much unnecessary time when drawing their wands. That undoubtedly affects casting speed! Have you ever considered this issue?"
Ollivander shook his head. "Every wand I make is as light and convenient as possible. A wizard can draw it in the fastest manner possible."
"I'm not referring to the wand itself, but to an Alchemy Item related to wands—a Wand Set." Moriarty tossed out a string of obscure terms. "Its composition is simple. You