Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Before coming to see Moriarty, Fleur was ready to get along with Moriarty as an equal.

Asking for the notebook does not mean that Fleur has given up on Moriarty, but as she said, she will not leave herself in the dust again.

Fleur Delacour.

It is the shining star in the sky, so why bother to be an insignificant dust in the dust.

When it comes to asking for the notebook, the smart Fleur imagined Moriarty's reaction, but she didn't expect that Moriarty would invite her into the luxurious suite.

Furong thought for a while and walked in with a calm expression.

Moriarty asked her to sit on the sofa for a while, then turned and walked into the conference room, took out the purple notebook and handed it to Fleur.

Furong stretched out her hands and took the notebook as if it were a treasure.

I opened it gently, my fingertips brushed over the delicate and neat handwriting, and my mind drifted to every late night I spent at my desk recording.

Fleur sighed silently and revealed a sad smile.

In order to provide some help to Moriarty, she spent several sleepless nights with dark circles under her eyes, and she did not hesitate to stay with those disgusting and smelly men.

With a warm heart, I presented my notebook.

It seems so ridiculous now.

Haha, haha!

Her help was not worth mentioning to Moriarty.

What she offered was not a notebook, but a knife! A sad knife.

Fleur laughed to herself. After flipping through the notebook, it was time for her to leave.

Suddenly, she turned to a new page.

It's written all over in English.

Tribute to Miss Fleur Delacour.

——Roman, Team GB.

Thank you Miss Furong for your support.

——Team GB red nose.

Miss Fleur Delacour's information has been of great help to us. You are responsible for the British team winning the championship. If you come to the UK, remember to contact us and have a dinner together.

——The British team’s afro.

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"This is... you..."

Fleur rubbed the message with her fingertips, her eyes welling up.

There are more than a dozen messages with different handwriting and distinctive content.

And the ink took a long time to dry, so it looks authentic at first glance.

Furong took a deep breath, it turned out that her efforts were not in vain, it turned out that they all saw it.

Her eyes moved down and found Moriarty's message at the bottom of the page.

For you who have been working silently and supporting me behind my back, I allow you to sign your name on the trophy after I win the Quidditch World Cup.

——M.S.

Fleur knew that M.S was the abbreviation of Moriarty Slytherin.

She held the notebook in her arms and shed tears.

"When did you write it? You won't tell me...

Are you happy hiding it from me?"

Fleur pouted her little mouth and said coquettishly to Moriarty.

The shy and charming look made Moriarty have the idea of ​​holding Fleur in his lap and cherishing her well.

Moriarty frowned. Fleur's charm was getting more and more outrageous. In a few years, communicating with Fleur would probably require the use of Occlumency.

The enchantress is a kind of magical creature that is persistent in love. Regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, it will not fall in love with someone easily, but once it falls in love, it will remain loyal.

Compared with the original work, 13-year-old Furong has her first love interest, and her Meiwa bloodline has been developed in advance.

Fortunately, Moriarty got satisfaction from Diana and did not make a fool of himself.

"I originally planned to tell you after I win the championship," Moriarty shrugged and said casually: "It seems there is no need now. Since you strongly demand to take the notebook back, then take it back."

"Hmm~ No~" Fleur shook her head, with a seductive blush on her face: "I take back what I just said, I don't want the notebook, and I don't want your answer either."

Moriarty narrowed his eyes, approached Fleur, and said in Fleur's ear with a magnetic voice: "Do you want to take back what you just said? Do you have my consent?"

Fleur's small and exquisite ears were tickled by Moriarty's blow. Her heart was beating fast and she hugged the notebook tightly in her arms.

Now this notebook is not a knife, but a piece of sweet chocolate, a bunch of colorful balloons, and an endless aftertaste memory.

A fire seemed to be lit in Gu/span Fleur's heart. She mustered up the courage and shook her head, and the top of her ears just inserted into Moriarty's lips.

The glistening tender meat, accompanied by the fragrant taste, passed into Moriarty's mouth, and he subconsciously licked it with his tongue.

Furong was so excited that she jumped up from the sofa like a deer, her eyes full of excitement, and she said with a naughty smile: "Just because I didn't get your consent, you want to eat me?"

"I still like your unruly look before."

Moriarty looked at her with a smile, now he understood why Fleur always looked so cold.

Furong's charm is already outrageous, and now she has learned how to seduce people. If she doesn't restrain herself, there will be countless couples in the world getting divorced and couples breaking up.

"Okay, as you wish." Fleur smiled slightly, tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at Moriarty, like two bright crescents.

Immediately she changed her face to an indifferent one, glanced at Moriarty, her eyes were like those of a superior queen looking at a commoner, raised her chin, snorted softly in her nose, walked past Moriarty, and put

The notebook was thrown onto the desk with a "pop" sound.

"Captain Moriarty, how much do you know about your opponent in the final, the Japanese team?

In order to ensure that Miss Fleur Delacour can successfully sign the Quidditch World Cup trophy, you must win the final, need I repeat that?"

Fleur's tone was unquestionable as she calmly walked to the armchair opposite Moriarty and sat down, placing her left leg on her right leg.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to watch Fleur's performance.

"Pfft...why are you looking at me like that?"

Furong couldn't hold it any longer, she broke through in a second and burst into laughter: "I have never spoken to you in such a tone."

Moriarty walked to Fleur and said confidently: "Miss Fleur Delacour can start practicing her signature. It's not too late to start practicing now."

"The Japanese team defeated the American team and is called the biggest dark horse." Furong stopped joking and looked serious.

"In my opinion, the Japanese team has two fatal flaws."

Moriarty started talking, and Fleur hurriedly opened her notebook, picked up the quill on the table, and carefully recorded it.

At this time, the door of the luxury box was pushed open.

After Diana finished her breakfast, she walked in and saw this scene.

Just last night, she and Moriarty were having sex on that desk.

This morning, the person writing on the table turned into a little silver-haired girl.

What a provocation!

Diana did not expect that Fleur actually slipped into the room and had a lively conversation with Moriarty, looking like she was enjoying herself.

In fact, if Diana had seen the contents of the notebook and Fleur's flattery, she might have changed her previous evaluation of Fleur.

Now that she has realized that Furong is an opponent that cannot be underestimated, she has an idea in her heart.

"The team's new secretary?"

Diana glanced at Fleur at Moriarty and asked casually. She came to Moriarty's side with high heels and sat down next to Moriarty.

Fleur raised her head suddenly.

His eyes are sharp and his mouth is merciless.

"I saw you last time I went to Hogwarts, your name was Diana.

I'm sorry I didn't call you 'professor', because a real professor would not have the rudeness to treat me as the team's secretary.

My name is Fleur Delacour, please remember it, thank you."

Diana's pretty face turned cold, she was a sharp-tongued little girl.

"Fleur Delacour, right?

I'm afraid you don't know yet, but all the elves in the world are under my control.

Elf, goblin, enchantress, dark elf, leprechaun, goblin, goblin...

To them, my orders are more important than God and Satan."

Diana put on the air of the queen of the ancient elves and her tone became ethereal and majestic.

However, his right hand restlessly reached between Moriarty's legs, gently held it, and gave Moriarty a loving look.

"My dear, do you like this kind of excitement?"

Moriarty shook his head slightly, indicating that this was not the right place.

But Diana continued to act stubbornly, even stretching out her right foot.

The Elf Queen is full of energy. Even though she was killed to the point of losing her armor last night, she woke up this morning and had breakfast, and she was still full of energy.

Moriarty knew that he should take some measures, otherwise Fleur and Diana would have a fight. Will he support Diana? Or support Fleur?

Of course they were caught and given fifty blows each!

Moriarty calmly pushed Diana's little hands and feet away, and when he was about to speak, Fleur beat him to it.