Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Roman and Peru discovered the Golden Snitch at the same time. The tiny golden ball followed the sea breeze blowing from the west and flew to the east of the stadium.

The two moved the broom handle at the same time, changed direction, and flew towards the eastern sky.

The British fans burst into cheers. Roman's starting speed was obviously faster than Peruvian!

When the two flew to the same level, Peru barely touched the smooth and shiny broom tail of Nimbus 1990s.

"Look," the narrator said with wonder and appreciation in his tone: "Look at it - Nimbus 1990s! This is Nimbus 1990s, which is strongly promoted by Nimbus Company!

As a professional commentator, I guarantee that the starting speed of the Nimbus 1990s is three times that of the Nimbus 1700!

If we compare it with the Sweep Seven Stars, it is 3.5 times that of the Sweep Seven Stars! After all, everyone knows that the Sweep Series is famous for its fast steering."

The commentator suddenly shouted!

"Oh, look at Roman, Roman!

Roman shook off Peru and approached the Golden Snitch!

My Merlin, he is so fast!

Is this the end of this competition? Can Roman make history and set a record for being the fastest to catch the Golden Snitch!"

The audience's eyes were fixed on the east. Even though they all wore panoramic binoculars, they still couldn't see Roman clearly and could only see afterimages.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp sound reached everyone's ears.

The audience hurriedly looked for the sound and found that on the right side of the field, near the French team's goal, Moriarty was running rampant above, and every time he swung his tail, he would throw out white waves!

"What's going on?"

The commentator in the box stood up, stood on tiptoes and looked towards the arena, his voice trembling with disbelief.

"While Roman was chasing the Golden Snitch, Moriarty had already grabbed the Quaffle!

He is now attacking the French goal! French goalkeeper Nestor should pay attention!"

the narrator screamed.

"Also - the French team's batters Ansa and Wright, they hit the Bludger at Moriarty - a double hit! Two powerful and heavy Bludgers!"

Moriarty swung his tail to shake off the Bludgers flying behind him, and the cold wind whipped up the first Bludger and flew it onto the second Bludger!

The two balls banged together hard and fell down.

After clearing the Bludger cleanly, Moriarty stretched out his arms and pointed forward.

The afro and red nose, who easily broke through the French team's defense, understood Moriarty's gesture, and they flew to Moriarty's side just like they did in the training game.

"Eagle Head Offensive Formation."

The three British chasers were flying close together, with Moriarty in the middle.

The one on the left, the one slightly ahead has a red nose, and the one on the right has an afro. The three of them are approaching the French goalkeeper Nestor.

Nestor called his teammates to return to defense, and the French team's three chasers turned back and rushed forward. Although Moriarty was playing a professional game for the first time, he keenly discovered the difference between a professional team and an amateur team.

Professional teams respond quickly and have strong execution capabilities.

During this wave of competition for the Quaffle, the French team lost the ball and immediately turned to defense.

Although the British team took advantage of the speed of the Nimbus 1990s to occupy a favorable position in front of the goal.

But the French chasers came back to defend, covering Moriarty like a big net.

"Change the formation again, eagle head attack formation!" Moriarty raised three fingers, "At the same time, we use the sloth to hug the tree and roll!"

Moriarty increased his speed to the maximum, exerted force on his legs, clamped the broom handle, and started spinning. The powerful stability function of the Nimbus 1990s ensured that he would not fall.

Moriarty spun and rushed toward the goal. His red nose and afro looked similar. The three of them formed three tornadoes, and the wind blew "whoosh!"

"Merlin's broomstick can't be faster than Nimbus in the 1990s!" The commentator praised it so much that Helmut, the Canadian Minister of Magic who was also watching the game in the box, glared at him.

The commentator shrank his head, this box is full of big shots, look at it

There are Helmut, Minister of Magic of Canada, Paul, Chairman of the Congress of Magical Congress of the United States, James, Director of the Sports Department of the United States, Gilderoy Lockhart, the British best-selling author, Apollo, Director of the Sports Department of the French Ministry of Magic...

It’s a long list of names, and it’s not something a little commentator can afford to pick out at random.

The commentator obediently explained the game and said quickly: "The British team's chaser used a combination of skills to push back the French opponent's chaser and fly to the goal, creating a three-on-one situation!

Can Nestor stop this shot?"

Moriarty winked at Red Nose, and Red Nose flew in front of Moriarty, blocking Nestor's sight.

"brush!"

Moriarty threw the Quaffle, and Nestor thought it was a lob-style attack and hurriedly jumped high.

However, the Quaffle fell weakly. Red Nose shrank his head, and the explosive head hovering below caught the ball and threw it towards the empty left goal——

"The British team scores a goal!" the commentator shouted with a loud voice, and the whole audience cheered and cheered, making the main stadium tremble. "The British team scored first! 10:0, the British team leads!"

Moriarty’s fans yelled excitedly:

“Team GB! Team GB!

Moriarty! Moriarty!"

Furong also cheered and jumped like them, waving her little flag in the air.

"The ball comes out again! Moriarty attacks with the ball." This time the commentator focused on Moriarty.

The audience was no exception. In order to watch Moriarty, they twisted the speed knob and deliberately slowed down the panoramic telescope.

Some old fans who have studied Quidditch have realized that Moriarty is superb as a chaser.

Moreover, the British team cooperated flawlessly, and their movements were very coordinated, as if each could see through the other's mind.

The Quaffle fell into Moriarty's hands again.

However, this time, the British team's attack did not go as smoothly as expected.

Perroux ordered the French team's chasers and batters to keep an eye on Moriarty!

The audience saw Moriarty flying high into the sky, followed by three chasers, and the fierce Bludgers were rushing from the left and right!

Angsa and Leite of the French team raised their bats and stared coldly at Moriarty.

"Have you ever seen a battle like this? Just to defend Moriarty? A 13-year-old boy!"

The commentator said angrily, which aroused the approval of a large number of female fans. Fleur stared at Moriarty worriedly, pressed her hands on her chest, and prayed for Moriarty with her heart covered.

But no matter who they are, they are very clear-headed. They know that strictly guarding Moriarty and not breaking the rules is the cruelty of the profession!

Roman, who was playing with Peru, glanced at Moriarty and said expectantly: "Only those who have experienced the baptism of life and death can achieve the glory of Slytherin. Come on, captain!"

"team leader!!!"

The players roared passionately.

"Moriarty!!!" Fleur stood up from the stands and yelled with all her strength: "Slytherin!!! Go ahead!"

More and more spectators shouted Moriarty's name loudly.

Moriarty raised the corner of his mouth and rode his broom in a circle, like a Ferris wheel, with the two bludgers passing through the hollow in the middle.

Before Angsa and Wright could hit the ball again, Moriarty fell headfirst and fell upside down!

"Oh no-"

This caused exclamations of surprise.

The French team's three chasers used Parkin's pincer tactics to close in on Moriarty, one of whom was still hovering below.

They seemed to be trying to catch a turtle in a jar, but no one expected that Moriarty stood up from the broom as if he were stepping on a skateboard.

The wind in the air blew onto Moriarty's face, feeling extremely refreshing.

Moriarty stepped hard with his left foot, and Nimbus 1990s' head tilted up. He changed from an inverted posture to a surfing posture, and jumped over the chaser's head with Nimbus 1990s!

As the two of them passed each other, Moriarty clearly saw the Frenchman's eyes, which were filled with astonishment, fear, and disbelief...

Moriarty shook his head, smiled, and headed straight for the goal!

The whole audience was shocked!

There was dead silence in the stands, and the only sound on the home court was Moriarty calling his teammates.

At Lockhart's reminder, the commentator continued: "Well, um... we saw Moriarty's incredible flying skills. Now he flies in front of the goal. This time he has no teammates around him!"

"One-on-one, this is a one-on-one battle!" The commentator became more and more excited: "A one-on-one offensive and defensive battle between the goalkeeper and the chaser!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the audience's breathing became quieter, staring at Moriarty without blinking!

I saw him flying unsteadily in front of goalkeeper Nestor, leaving behind the afterimage of Moriarty in six directions: up, down, front, left, and right!

Nestor's eyelids jumped up. He couldn't see which one was Moriarty's true body.

"No..." Nestor sadly thought of the consequences.

Moriarty saw the opportunity and threw the Quaffle into the middle goal. Nestor didn't react and watched the ball fall into the goal!

"The ball went in!!!"

The commentator yelled: "Moriarty scores the second goal!"

The audience chanted Moriarty's name in unison, and the players from both countries were stunned. They had never heard such a roaring and tsunami-like cheering.

Only Moriarty was not affected at all. He organized an attack and used "Boskov tactics".

Within ten minutes, the British team scored two more goals, rewriting the score to 30:0!

It aroused overwhelming cheers and applause from the supporters of the British team.

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