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Referee Moss from Germany blew the silver whistle, and the Quaffle was thrown into the air. Moriarty rushed over on the Nimbus 1990s, stretched out his right arm and scooped the ball into his arms.

"Don't hold back," Moriarty ordered to the afro and red nose. As he flew forward, he gestured: "Press over!"

"Got the order!"

The afro and the red nose rushed towards the Bulgarian team's goal.

The Bulgarian team has obviously made sufficient research and preparations. Chasers Ivanova, Levski, and Dimitrov adopted a "one-on-one close guard" tactic and flew over to defend.

They were like a piece of honey cake, stuck to the Moriarty trio.

Moriarty immediately passed the Quaffle to Afro.

"Excellent, passing and coordinating." The commentator kept nodding his head, his eyes following the ball.

There was an exclamation in the stands. The speed of the British team's passing was simply unbelievable. The chasers kept passing the Quaffle to other players so fast that the commentator only had time to announce their names.

"This time it's an afro! Pass the ball - red nose! Moriarty! Afro!

A long pass with an explosive head, Dimitrov turned around and intercepted the ball, but Moriarty was faster than him!

Moriarty passes the ball again - the red nose flies with the ball - the British team is approaching the Bulgarian goal!

Red Nose passed the ball again, this ball jumped out from low altitude!

Ivanova came to grab but missed, Moriarty broke through the defense and rushed in!

Flawless fit!”

The commentator commented excitedly: "The Bulgarian team learned a lesson from the French team and adopted a close-marking tactic.

Great Britain responded with a flurry of passing ball.

Now, Moriarty faces the two Bulgarian batters! Volkov, Volkanov!"

The audience did not dare to look away for a moment. Through the panoramic telescope, they saw Moriarty rushing high into the sky in order to shake off the two bludgers!

The strong wind blows in the face, and the gray hair floats to the back of his head, revealing Moriarty's bright eyes, 300 feet, 400 feet, 500 feet!

Moriarty quickly took off into the air, his expression indifferent and his eyes as calm as water.

In the 1990s, he added a powerful strengthening spell to the Nimbus to ensure that the broom would not be crushed by air pressure at high altitudes.

The bludgers were not so lucky. They had already lost their kinetic energy, were pulled by gravity, and fell in free fall.

Volkov and Volkanov wisely chose not to hit the ball, otherwise the gravity on the ball would have broken their arms.

The wizards don't understand physics, they only know that Moriarty disappeared in the clouds, and they lost Moriarty's vision.

The audience adjusted the magnification function of the panoramic telescope to the maximum, looking for traces of Moriarty.

At this time, all the eyes in the entire Hyprosy were focused on the clouds. No one was paying attention to the game itself. Moriarty firmly captured people's hearts.

——Even the players of the Bulgarian team are no exception. There is no way, the Quaffle is still on Moriarty.

Suddenly, a ray of light penetrated the clouds and shone on a small group of spectators' faces in the high-rise stands.

Furong was impartial and happened to be sitting in this area.

The light was so white that it shone on Fu Rong's face, giving her a holy aura, making her look like a fairy descending to earth.

"Moriarty"

Furong raised her little face and looked at the sky obsessively.

The girl's heart was shattered in an instant. The serious World Cup stadium and the sacred white light were all redefining romance.

In fact, Furong was not the only one who was enveloped in white light. She was not the only one, but she was a girl full of fantasy and her mind was filled with the boy in the sky.

The area shrouded in white light suddenly enlarged, causing a burst of noise from the audience. They looked up at the blue sky, and a fierce wind blew, and from time to time they roared: "Hoo", "Hoo".

"There's someone in the light!"

The narrator's sharp eyes saw a person wrapped in white light at a glance.

No, it should be that person whose whole body is shining with white light!

"He is Moriarty Slytherin!"

A female fan stood up excitedly and shouted at the top of her lungs: "It must be him!"

"Moriarty, Moriarty!"

The audience stood up one after another, shouting Moriarty's name.

Gradually, the white light got closer to the ground. When it reached 400 feet above the ground, through the panoramic telescope, people could clearly see Moriarty riding a broom and spinning continuously, whipping up strong winds and forming a powerful tornado.

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"It's the Shining Tornado!!!" Roman and the British team players looked at each other proudly.

"The captain's new skills finally appeared in the World Cup!"

"Come on, captain! The tornado destroys the goal!"

Goalkeeper Zoglav yelled at his teammates: "Come to your senses! Help me intercept, he is too fast!"

Volkanov and Volkov flew to the path Moriarty must pass through, trying to stop Moriarty with their bodies.

However, before Moriarty could rush in front of them, the strong wind brought by the tornado had already blown them away, blowing them to the left and right, just opening a passage for Moriarty.

Zograf cursed secretly, and the strong wind enveloped the goal. He knew that Moriarty was flying over, but he could not make a prediction.

Moriarty saw him shaking his head, smiled slightly, and threw the Quaffle towards the left goal.

"Whoosh!"

A harsh sound broke through the air, and the Quaffle made a beautiful arc and rushed into the goal!

"Great Britain 10:0 Bulgaria!"

The commentator scratched his neck and shouted: "Moriarty transformed into a god of wind and scored the first goal!

If the Bulgarian team does not make adjustments, there will be no suspense in this game and the result is already determined!"

Taking advantage of the short gap when referee Moss kicked off the ball, seven players from the Bulgarian team gathered together to discuss ways to deal with Moriarty.

Incredibly, the result of the discussion was nothing.

The wind is formless and colorless, no one can stop the wind!

The Bulgarian players continued the game dejectedly. When the second ball was kicked, they heard a nightmare-like wind coming from the opposite side!

Moriarty used Shining Tornado again and again, putting a ball into the goal every time.

Endless rumors filled the arena, and the game completely turned into Moriarty's personal show.

Less than twenty minutes later, the number on the scoreboard changed to 130:0!

"Why does he always appear invincible every time I meet him?"

Krum stared at Moriarty, his thick eyebrows squeezed together, his eyes filled with deep weakness.

He looked unwilling and had lingering fears.

In the All-European Wizarding Duel Competition, Krum and Moriarty had a chance encounter. In the end, Moriarty won the championship and he finished third.

This time on Krum's best territory, Moriarty caught everyone's attention and firmly controlled the rhythm of the game!

In the arena that Krum loved most, in the cause that Klum was willing to fight to the death, Moriarty easily defeated him.

"It was simply a massacre," the commentator said softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Moriarty and then being slaughtered. He swallowed his dry throat and sighed: "In the World Cup semi-finals, the wind

Became Moriarty's best teammate and the sharp knife that massacred the Bulgarian team!

This is an incredible moment in Quidditch history!"

The audience surprisingly did not refute the commentator, and the fans supporting the Bulgarian team did not yell. Some of the female fans among them were already crying.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the morale of the Bulgarian team has been destroyed. There is no sharpness in Krum's eagle-like eyes, only loss.

It was only a matter of time before the British team won, but Moriarty wasted no time. He sent Afro and others to help Roman find the Golden Snitch.

For him, scoring a few more goals is meaningless. There is no difference between defeating the Bulgarian team with 280 points and defeating the Bulgarian team with 380 or 480 points.

The commentator saw Moriarty's intention to end the game and praised Moriarty's gentlemanly demeanor.

However, Bulgarian fans noticed that the British team's defense was empty. This is not only a manifestation of strength but also contempt for the Bulgarian team!

Krum's opponents suddenly became five people. He was angry and angry, but there was nothing he could do. Who let the afro and red nose stand in front of him like a traffic jam?

This situation did not last long. Three minutes later, the Golden Snitch appeared. With the help of his teammates, Roman caught the Golden Snitch in one fell swoop and fixed the score at 280:0!

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