Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

"Yes, sir." Jericho became serious, picked up the information and read: "Magic is 33 years old. This age is a bit older for a professional player, but his physical fitness and technology have never lagged behind others.

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Information shows that many well-known media outlets, including the Daily Prophet and the Paris Times, interviewed the magician and asked him about his secret to staying active.

He claimed that he was a magician and that Quidditch did not allow any wizard to use magic, so he used magic on himself.

He did not join any professional team, but was called up to participate in two World Cups as a chaser.

The number of goals scored is 236. This number may not be as good as the explosive head, but Magic only played 16 games."

Jericho looked at everyone with meaningful eyes.

"Also, Magic has no foul record and no foul record.

The players who played against him all said that they couldn't catch up with Magic at all. Sometimes they saw Magic flying in front of him, but they couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes."

Jericho put down the information and sat down on the chair.

"My opponent is mysterious and powerful, like a Yunwushan man hiding in the dark," Jericho spread his hands and said in a serious tone: Do you think he is a magician and a part-time professional player, or a part-time professional player?

magician?"

"I think you are making a fuss out of a molehill." Leon picked up the magician's information with disdain, "In my eyes, his behavior can only be described in one word."

"What?" Jericho raised his eyebrows.

"Don't tell me yet, let me guess." Charlie raised the corner of his mouth: "Monster?"

"No!" Leon shouted, "Joker!"

He raised his face and said to everyone: "Magician? No, he is a clown!"

Jericho chuckled and threw a stack of A4 paper to Leon: "You think you are more authoritative than the official? The seals of countless authoritative organizations on it prove the magician's authenticity."

When Leon heard this, his expression became solemn. He picked it up and glanced at it for a few times, then threw the paper on the table: "What is it? A certificate from the Muggle government! It made me laugh. The magician has an official certificate from the Muggle world.

What’s the use?”

"Swish swish——"

Pieces of parchment flew to the table and were stacked. It turned out that Moriarty had cast a little magic.

"Stop arguing, listen to me, I have some different views on this magician." Moriarty said with a smile in his eyes: "The magician used magic in the Muggle world, but claimed it was magic.

As his fame grew, the Muggle government took notice of him, as the Muggle Prime Minister knew about the existence of the wizarding world.

I think he must have deceived the Muggle government in some way and made the Muggles think that he was using magic instead of magic.

Then things became simpler, and he obtained these certificates easily."

Moriarty held up a certificate with "Official Seal of the Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland" printed on it and showed a playful smile.

"With the endorsement of the Muggle government, the magician disguises himself as a real master of magic. He uses magic under the guise of using magic - of course, he will not be too ostentatious, otherwise it will be easy to be seen through.

He must be very good at wandless and silent spellcasting, and in short, he is a pretty good liar."

Moriarty thought of Lockhart, who was equally skilled in deception. If Lockhart and the magician met, the sparks would be huge.

At the same moment, a magician with long black hair, wearing a white fur coat and a pair of alligator boots walked out of London Heathrow Airport sleepily.

"Didi-di-di! Di-di-di!"

A sharp and piercing ringtone rang from the right pocket of the fur coat.

The magician's expression instantly became solemn. He took out a rectangular cube that looked like a black brick from his right pocket and placed it on his ear.

A deep voice came from the dark rectangular body: "Landed?"

"Ah, boss. I just got off the plane." The magician rubbed his eyes, squinted and looked up into the sky. The sunlight stung him and he immediately closed his eyes. "The morning sun in England, with its vigorous vitality, dazzled me.

I was in a trance for a moment.”

The voice in the dark rectangular cube seemed to be choked. After a while, the guy called the boss gritted his teeth and said: "It is noon in the UK now, be serious! Otherwise, I will sink you to the Mediterranean to feed the sharks."

The magician didn't care about the threat and said jokingly: "Well, don't worry, boss. I'll go to the Ministry of Magic first and meet up with my teammates. Then I'll take a nap to get rid of the jet lag."

"Beep beep..." A busy tone came from the dark rectangular body.

"The boss is dead." The magician was stunned for a moment, then put the things in his pocket back, feeling that the leather jacket became heavy. He curled his lips and muttered in a lightly sarcastic tone: "Alchemy phone, something from the organization

, Tsk, always unreliable.”

The magician walked across the roads and streets. He gave everyone a 100 pound coupon, smiled at passers-by and said: "I will perform at the Magic House in London at 8pm on November 21st."

But few people were interested in him, and the coupons were thrown on the ground casually.

"Swish, brush, brush..."

The coupons turned into a pile of playing cards, covering up the magician's figure. When the playing cards were scattered, passers-by realized that the magician had disappeared.

"Crack!"

The magician apparated outside the Ministry of Magic, entered the main hall of the Ministry of Magic through the phone booth, took the elevator to the third floor, and found the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch League that he had visited countless times.

He pushed the door open and entered, where a large table was placed and a circle of wizards sat around it, all of whom were his teammates.

"Uncle is finally here." A burly wizard greeted the magician. He had distinctive features, and his nose was as red as lipstick.

The magician stretched out his finger and pointed at his nose: "Red nose, blue nose, green nose, black nose, what color do you guess it is this time?"

"Heh," Red Nose grinned, "I put a never-fading spell on my nose. I like my red nose."

"Please feel free to do so," the magician said without looking back. He walked up to the afro and greeted him like a black man.

The two of them touched each other's hands, and the afro said with a smile: "Hey, you're here."

"Hey, how are you?"

"Brother, how are you?"

"Hey, listen, this is 100% grass-fed Japanese Kobe beef. Do you want some?"

Explosive Head picked up the silver plate in front of him and handed it to the magician.

"Wow! Who bought it for you?" The magician joked: "I know that all the money you earn from playing basketball is used to hold rap concerts. How can you get the galleons to buy top-quality beef?"

"Obviously, it's our Director Ludo who is treating us." The afro shrugged.

"Tsk, tsk, powerful official of the Ministry of Magic," the magician sighed inexplicably, and suddenly thought: "What do you think I would do to hold a magic show in the Ministry of Magic?"

"Nothing, brother." Roman said, "That's it for reminiscing about old times, everyone, sit down.

Our opponents this time are quite extraordinary. Although the official claim is that it is a warm-up match and a guidance match, don’t underestimate them, I told you in advance!”

"Peter, send them the information." Roman made a gesture to his deputy team. After the team members got the information, Roman's face was full of unprecedented seriousness.

The afro, red nose and others looked at each other. The last time Roman showed such a look was on the eve of the World Cup match against the United States.

Could it be that in the captain's mind, the strength of the Hogwarts Dream Team is comparable to that of the American Team?

"Let's take a look at the first person first, the captain of the Hogwarts Dream Team, Moriarty Slytherin!" Roman looked around: "I think you are familiar with the famous current head of the Slytherin family."

"Ah, ah, that's right! I personally admire him very much." The magician said with a smile, an intriguing flash of light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time that the national team was analyzing the Hogwarts Dream Team, Moriarty had finished analyzing their opponents. From among many players, they selected a tall Ravenclaw seventh-year boy as the Dream Team.

The team's goalkeeper.