Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

After sending Lilith away, Moriarty closed the classroom door, turned his wrist, and the cedar wand popped out of the wand suit and landed on his hand.

Moriarty conjured a mahogany square table, pointed his wand at the parchment on the ground and said: "Yingardim, Leviosa!"

Pieces of paper information were lifted into the air, arranged in a square row, and floated in front of everyone.

"The lives, hobbies, records, careers, and even their fighting skills and usual ball skills of the 11 national team players are all here."

Moriarty's tone was unquestionable, and he said to everyone: "We have to spend five days training and running in, so we only have two days to memorize this information.

Perhaps the national team regarded this game as a coaching match, and the British Wizards regarded this game as a warm-up match..."

Speaking of this, Moriarty snorted in his heart. That guy Ludo was cheating and deceitful. He used this game to hype up the situation and made a lot of money.

In next year's World Cup, Moriarty will make Ludo spit out his money and profits.

The cold light in his eyes flashed away, and Moriarty continued: "But our goal is only victory!"

The eyes of Jericho and others became fiery, and the occasional flash of light contained fanaticism and was so hot.

Moriarty looked at them one by one and said encouragingly: "It doesn't matter what the outside world thinks of us. They may think that we are a bunch of students and a bunch of dolls.

In reality?

We are the heirs of Slytherin, the pure-blooded army of Hogwarts, and the best wizards in the future!"

"Yes, that's right, sir, oh ho!"

Jericho and the little snake exchanged glances and laughed strangely.

Charlie didn't like the look in their eyes, but they were teammates now, and he had to admit that Jericho and Leon were quite reliable as teammates.

Tonks listened to Moriarty wholeheartedly, and she turned her hair gray as if she could be closer to Moriarty.

Moriarty walked to the table and tapped the table. The crisp, rhythmic sound calmed the excited little snake.

He smiled slightly: "I know we will fight side by side, so an upset victory over the national team is in line with our identity."

"Yeah~"

The players clapped their hands, stood up excitedly and waved their fists.

"Yes sir, you spoke to our hearts!"

"We are going to beat the national team to pieces. I can't wait to see the swollen faces of Roman's gang, haha~"

Moriarty nodded and exchanged fiery glances with them. As if they knew what to do, they sat down, picked up the information, and read it carefully.

The classroom became quiet, with the occasional rustle of paper being turned. The parchment was filled with black words, some of which were in foreign languages. They were records of national team players playing games abroad.

This caused considerable trouble to Jericho and Marcus. Their foreign language was a mess, but fortunately the information was mixed with magic photos.

They saw the flying skills and ball skills of the national team players from the dynamic pictures.

Jericho's eyes flashed and he secretly memorized those actions.

Among the six, Moriarty and Tonks read very fast, with the reading speed reaching one minute to read a page.

After reading each page, the shorthand quill kept writing in the notebook they prepared in advance, writing down line after line of text.

Two hours later, Moriarty stood up, clapped his hands, and attracted everyone's attention.

"Okay, let's summarize the information we collected."

He unfolded the notes at hand and used magic to project the words and pictures on them to the ceiling.

"British national team Roman, Londoner, 24 years old, graduated from Durmstrang.

He became a professional player at the age of 17, joined the British Caerphilly Crossbow Team, and led the team to win the English United Cup three times in a row.

He joined the national team at the age of 20 and served as a seeker. In the 1986 World Cup, which was the last World Cup, he won four out of five games and helped England reach the semi-finals."

Moriarty raised the corners of his mouth with a slightly sarcastic smile and added: "The representative of young fame."

Jericho and the others nodded slightly, not being frightened. They knew that Moriarty had something more to say.

"Whether it was a cup match or a four-win World Cup match, the average time Roman spent catching the Golden Snitch was no more than two hours per game.

After encountering the American team in the semi-finals, England's front line was overwhelmed by the Americans. The game lasted for six hours, and until the end, Roman failed to catch the Golden Snitch."

Moriarty glanced at his teammates, who looked thoughtful, and finally concluded: "A typical state player! He is adapted to playing at a fast pace, and he is the icing on the cake in downwind situations, but he cannot stand up and turn the tide in headwind situations.

.”

Everyone nodded. Judging from the position, Roman was Moriarty's opponent. Now it seemed that Moriarty already had a countermeasure.

"It's worth mentioning," Moriarty shook the notebook in his hand and cast a playful look at Jericho, "The person who eliminated Roman in the semi-finals was none other than Maxi, the captain of the American team.

·Blanche III.”

Leon and others looked at Jericho, who nodded and admitted frankly: "Maxi is my eldest brother, and he is my uncle's child. Next year he will lead the US team to the World Cup again."

"There is a CEO father and a captain brother. The American sports industry has been monopolized by the Blanche family, right?" Leon said sourly.

"That's right, aren't you envious?" Jericho smiled miserably: "If the senior can't make it in the British Ministry of Magic, you can come to my place and work as an errand servant for me. The commission is 100 Galleons per month.

!”

Leon snorted: "I believe you, Director James is notoriously incorruptible in North America. He can't spend 100 gold galleons a year. His son dares to spend money lavishly?"

Okay, I’ll note it down. The first thing I did when I went to work at the Ministry of Magic after graduation was to report your father’s corruption to the International Association of Wizards!”

"Haha." Charlie laughed and was about to say something when he heard Tonks slamming the notebook on the table, which startled Charlie.

"Don't talk about irrelevant topics," Tonks glared at the boys, "Listen up, my opponent is this afro!"

Tonks distributed the information to everyone. Seeing the photo of the afro, Jericho laughed out loud: "The black guy, the afro, tall, he should sing hip-hop."

When it was Charlie's turn, he looked at Moriarty longingly: "Sir, please be careful when choosing a mate, and you must consider my suggestions!"

"Afro, from Yorkshire, England, 26 years old!" Tonks said loudly, covering up Charlie's voice, "He also graduated from Durmstrang and was Roman's senior. They have been together for 7 years.

, cooperate tacitly. Position is chaser.

Currently playing for Caerphilly Crossbow with Roman, and was selected for the national team at the age of 21.

In his career, he played 1,306 games in 8 years, scored 3,384 goals, and committed 0 fouls. He is a formidable opponent!

However, he was fouled as many as 1,047 times, averaging once per game."

Moriarty nodded. Tonks switched from the position of seeker to chaser. She needed to change her playing style and adjust her thinking. And her opponent was a clean gentleman, which was a good thing for her.

information.

Tonks sat down and Jericho stood up, "Let me tell you about my opponent. I won't say the name, so you can just read it, because I want to call him Magician!"

"Oh, don't worry, don't worry," Jericho saw Tonks put her hand on the notebook. Worried that Tonks would throw the notebook in his face, Jericho hurriedly stretched out his hand to block the front, and said quickly: "My name is

He's a magician for a reason, he's a magician!"

"Calm down, Jericho, I'm not interested in doing anything to you," Tonks calmly opened her notebook and brushed her long hair around her ears, "I'm just opening a new page of notes."

Jericho coughed slightly awkwardly, and Charlie was encouraging Moriarty crazily again: Sir, be careful..."

Charlie sensed a murderous aura and wisely chose to shut up. It turned out that Tonks narrowed her eyes and touched her notebook.

Moriarty smiled, walked behind Tonks, held her shoulders, and patted her.

"Let's hear what Jericho has to say. I saw his report when I was browsing the briefing. He seems to be a little older?"