Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

"North America? That's my home court." Jericho let out a cheerful laugh, leaned back comfortably on the velvet chair, crossed his hands on the table, and looked at Moriarty seriously, "Sir, whatever you need

Whatever I do, just ask me."

"I don't need you to do anything. Just stay at Hogwarts obediently. Your father and I have formulated a star-making plan." Moriarty said casually, which made Jericho suddenly feel disappointed.

stand up.

"Okay, okay," Jericho muttered, "My father... I knew it."

"Don't be discouraged, the star-making project will last for a long time." Moriarty comforted Jericho, his eyes swept over the three little snakes on the right chair, and he said some exciting words.

"Perhaps in the Quidditch World Cup four years later, the captain of the American team will be Jericho.

Perhaps a few years later, Marcus will be a famous magizoologist, even more accomplished than Newt Scamander.

Perhaps in a few years, the Mincham family will regain its glory in the hands of Leon and become one of the most powerful families."

The three of them, Jericho, unknowingly sat up straight, their backs straight, their eyes shining, thinking about the future.

Lockhart looked like a veteran and imparted his experience to the three little snakes, "My guys, since the young master has taken the initiative to push you into certain positions, you'd better be mentally prepared in advance.

Under the spotlight, if you are not careful, your shortcomings will be exposed, and it is these shortcomings that may become a weapon to attack the young master."

The three of Jericho looked at each other and nodded solemnly.

"Starting from tomorrow, we will study hard, keep fit, and live up to Sir's high expectations!" Leon clenched his fists and vowed.

"Don't be too obvious, and don't put too much pressure on yourself." Moriarty warned like a life mentor and dropped the topic.

He looked at Lockhart, "On January 3, the national team and I went to the United States. I contacted Jericho's father, James, and he made an appointment with the American team to play a warm-up match with us."

"And you, Lockhart." Moriarty raised an index finger at Lockhart and shook it, and said slowly: "After tonight, you will immediately go to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States to start activities.

You decide the content yourself, I want to see the result of your interaction with the little American wizard."

Moriarty had high expectations for Lockhart. His actions would greatly promote "United Education", and Lockhart did not disappoint Moriarty.

"No problem, my young master, as you wish." Lockhart smiled calmly. After the "French incident", he became more and more like a general.

"I actually have a pretty good relationship with Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States, and the school is very happy for me to visit them."

Lockhart spoke eloquently, "This time I plan to hold a charity auction and donate all the money raised to the International Wizarding Association of the Quidditch World Cup. I think this is a good way to expand my reputation."

Moriarty agreed: "Let's go ahead and do it. The expenses incurred during the period-Old Flint and Old Foley will be borne by you two."

Old Flint quickly said yes, and Old Foley, who had just joined, also agreed. Old Foley also said that the "forty-six split account" between him and Lockhart was invalid, and all the money earned in the future would be used to serve Moriarty.

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"Very good," Moriarty nodded with satisfaction, "You three can continue to develop in this area. I hope you can give me a surprise four years later, such as becoming the official sponsor of Quidditch in 1994."

Lockhart and old Flint stood up and bowed in unison, "Promise to complete the mission, my young master."

Old Foley was new here and couldn't keep up with their pace, but he showed a cunning smile: "Master, I have an idea that can make you a lot of money."

"You mean setting up a gambling market." A glint flashed in Moriarty's eyes.

Old Foley immediately complimented him, and he introduced Moriarty: "In every World Cup, countless wizards open large and small gambling boards, some of which make money, some lose money, and some are used to arbitrage money.

, some are used for money laundering, there are many false offers and decoys, but there are often only a few real offers.”

Old Flint cast a meaningful look at Old Foley: "It seems that my brother has benefited a lot from this."

"All pure-blood families are the same." Old Foley returned the same look, "Almost every pure-blood family participates in World Cup betting. The only difference is the amount of betting money."

That's true, Moriarty thought to himself.

Even a pure-blood family like the Weasleys, who are notoriously poor, still has the Weasley twins gambling.

This is evident from the Quidditch World Cup betting market, which has a lot of room for manipulation.

"I remember that in 1964, the United Kingdom hosted the World Cup," Old Flint recalled, leaning on his cane: "The head of the Malfoy family at the time, Abraxas Malfoy, made a huge sum of gold galleons through gambling.

That was a real windfall!

Due to the excessive number of gold galleons, the Ministry of Magic intervened in the investigation. The then minister, Nobby Leach, was a Muggle-born, and he was determined to track down the old Malfoy..."

"Ah, yes, I remember it when you said that." Old Foley sighed: "Four years later, that is, in 1968.

Minister Nobby Leitch suffered from a mysterious illness and was forced to resign. Although the source of the illness has not yet been found, we all know that Abraxas Malfoy participated in the shady incident."

Tonks, and Jericho had never heard of such political secrets before, and they were confused at this moment.

Moriarty listened with great interest, and if he had the opportunity, he could confirm it with Mrs. Malfoy, and perhaps unearth more darkness.

"The memories end here, my old gentlemen, I know that older people always like to remember the past, but when you are with me, you have to learn to look to the future." Moriarty's words woke everyone up, Old Foley

Smiling sheepishly with old Flint.

"It doesn't matter," Moriarty said calmly: "I'll leave it to you two to set up the gambling market."

"Master, please rest assured, the gambling board jointly established by the Flint family and the Foley family is like a big fat man who can never have enough to eat, greedily eating the gold Galleons in the wizard's pocket and vault, without even a penny.

Keep."

Old Flint and Old Foley stood up and pledged their votes to Moriarty.

"Two hungry old men." Lockhart laughed.

Moriarty stretched out his right hand and pressed his palm down, motioning Old Flint and Old Foley to sit down. He then took out a dragonskin notebook from his robe and threw it in front of them.

“The new broom developed by Nico Flamel and I only needs the last step and a few experiments to be completed, and it is expected to be put on sale in February.

You two will open a broomstick store in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade respectively. Follow the promotion strategy in this book and conduct pre-promotion a week in advance."

"New broom?" Old Foley exclaimed: "You can make it so quickly? Well, I mean, Master, do you really plan to give us the new broom for sale?"

Old Foley looked at Moriarty nervously, fearing that Moriarty would say "No, no, I'm kidding you."

He knew that Moriarty had handed over the wand set business to Mrs. Malfoy, and that the developer of the new broom was not only Moriarty, but also Nico Flamel, the French alchemy master, who would agree

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Moriarty saw the anxiety in Old Foley's eyes, stood up and walked behind him, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Old Foley, don't have any worries - I hope you can understand that I don't occupy you or Foley.

The family is cheap, but I will make you and the Foley family better and better - this is the same for everyone here!

You see, old Flint has adapted."

Old Foley turned his head and looked to the left. Old Flint was holding the dragon-skin notebook and looking at it with great interest, and occasionally uttered a few words of admiration.

"Master, your idea is great!" Old Flint grinned: "I dare say that as soon as the new brooms start to be sold, Nimbus and Comet will go bankrupt soon!"

"Nimbus Company..." A shadow emerged in Moriarty's eyes. This company used the contract to trick him, and he was originally going to take certain punitive actions.

But now that Lilith has taken over this troublesome matter, Moriarty wants to see how far she can go.

With this in mind, Moriarty walked back to the main seat, looked at the empty table, and shouted: "Luke! Our Christmas dinner has begun!"

"Here you go, my young master!" Luke led a team of house elves to appear at the door of the castle hall, and they brought out various dishes.

Moriarty raised a goblet filled with top-quality red wine and said with a smile on his face: "Everyone, let's raise a glass together to say goodbye to 1989 and welcome 1990!"