Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

"If it weren't for you, why would Prefect William cancel the Quidditch tryouts? You don't dare to compete fairly with me! Do you think you can scare me with your powerful spell? In fact, you don't dare to compete with me at all.

Competing on the Quidditch field!"

Marcus yelled these words at the top of his voice, and more and more little snakes entered the common room, including William.

"I remember I said that if anyone has any objections to Mr. Moriarty and Jericho becoming players, let him come to me!" William said with a livid face: "The seventh-grade prefect has the right to deduct points from the academy.

Marcus Flint! Ten points will be deducted from Slytherin House because of your ignorance and bastard!"

"Also, Leon Mincham!" William looked for Leon among the onlookers, "I know your time is tight - who is not, so I omitted the Quidditch tryouts. Now, our precious

time was ruined by Marcus Flint!

You have to take responsibility for this matter and arrange a trial match for the two of them before this afternoon. If you can't do that, you will lead Flint and two people to fight against Gryffindor!"

Leon's face was gloomy and scary. Marcus had always been his staunch supporter. He couldn't ignore this matter, otherwise his authority would be completely dissipated.

He first walked up to Moriarty and said: "Please believe me, I did not instruct Flint and Larbo to do such a thing to you."

Moriarty knew that Leon would not be so stupid and impulsive.

"But it's meaningless to say anything now. Flint chose to challenge me in Quidditch. Very good. Let's make an agreement that all grudges will be ended by this trial!" Moriarty said loudly.

"I agree! But I have to add one more thing," Marcus showed his crooked front teeth and said with a ferocious smile: "The loser gives everything to the winner! If you lose, you have to give me everything you have!"

Including your knowledge, your wealth, and your magic wand! How about it, boy, do you dare to come!"

"Flint!" Even Leon thought he was going too far this time. There is an unwritten rule within Slytherin, that is, no matter how the students fight, it has nothing to do with the family behind them.

The request made by Marcus obviously violated this rule, and Leon could no longer favor him.

"Marcus Flint! Don't even think about it!" A stern voice came from behind the crowd, and for a moment the little snakes thought Professor McGonagall was coming.

But the person who came was Lilith. She was dressed neatly and walked over. The seriousness on her face and the domineering flash in her eyes made her look like she was carrying an unstoppable momentum.

"Don't think we don't know what your plan is. What is left of the Flint family now? Empty frame! Only your father is struggling to support it. If you lose, what can you provide Mr. Moriarty?"

Lilith walked between Moriarty and Marcus and stared at Marcus: "Let me remind you, listen, there are more than 700 foul methods in Quidditch. Although magic

The Sports Department has never made it public, but I happen to know one of them:

Five hundred years ago, a French player and one of the most famous Italian players at the time had a betting battle over the outcome of a Quidditch game. They agreed that the winner would receive the loser’s eternal allegiance! The last French player

The player won and he asked the Italian players to lose to him in the World Cup. Everyone knows the next thing. It was considered a foul for the national team players to make a bet in private.

But! Why don’t we reactivate this bet? It’s only fair!”

"Good idea, I agree!" Moriarty was thinking about how to conquer the Flint family, and Lilith handed him a perfect reason. However, Moriarty noticed the cunning in Lilith's eyes. It seemed that she had something else.

Intend?

Marcus was irritated by Lilith, and he kept nodding: "Okay, very good, then boy, if I lose, you will get my allegiance! If I lose, I will let you in front of all the teachers and students in the school

He took off all his clothes and ran into the alley!"

After saying that, he left without looking back. Leon ignored him and promised in front of everyone that he would arrange the trial this afternoon, and then went to find the Sri Lankan teacher to approve the note.

In the afternoon, all the Slytherin players went out, bringing their own brooms and protective equipment, and of course, various balls.

Marcus put on his team uniform and protective gear, which made him look bigger again. He was holding the Nimbus 1700 lent to him by Leon.

William also lent his Nimbus 1700 to Moriarty. After getting dressed, Moriarty and the players came to the Quidditch pitch.

This is a very wide oval court. There is a small circle about two feet in diameter in the center of the court. All the balls will be released from here after the game starts.

At both ends of the court, there are three goalposts with different heights, which are the scoring areas.

Surrounding the stadium are the viewing platforms of four colleges, which were full of students. I don't know who spread the word about this, and all the students who had no classes in the afternoon came to watch.

At this time, Leon told the rules of the trial: "Listen up, since you two are competing for the Chaser, you will not release the Golden Snitch. The game time is one hour. Within one hour, who of you scores the most goals?"

, whoever is the winner!”

Moriarty saw Marcus smiling sinisterly at him. Yes, this was what he and Leon had planned. Marcus knew that he was no match for Moriarty in the competition for the seeker, so he chose

Chaser.

The students in the stands booed loudly, and Gryffindor made the loudest noise.

This made William glare at Leon fiercely, and Leon climbed on his broom and flew into the sky as if nothing had happened. Why didn't they agree on the specific details of the competition in advance?

Marcus thought so too. He laughed and flew into the sky. He turned around and challenged Moriarty: "Come on, boy, let me teach you that a qualified chaser needs more than just speed."

!”

"Before you become a qualified Chaser, you'd better learn to be a qualified Wizard first." Moriarty replied to Marcus casually and flew into the sky easily.

After the players took their positions - there was also a goalkeeper behind the opposite goal, which was more symbolic than practical, Leon blew the whistle to start the selection.

A black iron Bludger and a red Quaffle flew out of the small circle. Marcus took the lead and flew out. He successfully got the Quaffle, flew to the opposite goal, and threw the ball in with all his strength.

Marcus scored a goal! He laughed loudly at Moriarty, but soon the ball was thrown out by the goalkeeper.

Marcus was determining the flight path of the ball when out of the corner of his eye he saw a silver shadow rushing past quickly!

Moriarty hung on the broom, hugged the broom handle with his hands and feet, and used his hands and feet to spin the broom, greatly increasing the speed!

He was as fast as a spinning cannonball. Before Marcus could recover, the Quaffle had already entered the goal.

Moriarty scores a goal!

Screams erupted from the stands, and Lilith said to the people around her: "Did you see it? He really looks like a shining meteor!"

Jericho was thinking back to Moriarty's move. Moriarty improved the sloth roll and made it suitable for chasing the ball and scoring.

After the world-class skills were revealed, Marcus' face turned pale, and the Quaffle was thrown out again. Marcus stared at Moriarty, leaning forward, as if waiting for Moriarty to fly away and knock him down.

!

However, the difference in starting speed between the two was more than one level. Marcus could only look at Moriarty's back and became furious. He yelled at a batter: "Why don't you use a Bludger to knock him down."

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"Watch your attitude." The batsman said lazily without looking at him.

Marcus turned back bitterly. Moriarty scored the second goal. At this time, another batsman flew over. He was also a supporter of Leon. He said a few words to Marcus.

, Marcus showed a ferocious smile.

Moriarty saw this scene and said funnyly: "No one told you about your teeth? It's like a whomping willow growing in your mouth."

"Wait! I'll beat you to death!" Marcus snorted angrily.

The third ball was thrown out, Moriarty flew out, and Marcus flew toward the goal.

Moriarty, who had taken the Quaffle, noticed a Bludger crashing into his back.

Marcus also flew to the goal. He was flying back and forth, seemingly preparing to intercept Moriarty.

Moriarty flew up and down in a wavy flight path, with ups and downs, but the Bludger followed Moriarty as if it had eyes.

Jericho was so angry that he punched the railing: "They must have cast a spell on the Bludger to lock it on Mr. Moriarty!"

"Boy! Go down by yourself, otherwise you will be smashed to death or fall to death!" Marcus smiled confidently.

Moriarty smiled back at him, held the broom handle with one hand, then put his feet on the broom. He stood up! On the broom!

Exclaims and cheers erupted from the stands, and Marcus suddenly found Moriarty flying towards him!

Moriarty held the Quaffle in his right hand and stepped on the broom like a skateboard. Just when he was about to hit Marcus, he used the soles of his feet to control the broom to slide down and dive toward the ground!

The Bludger behind him changed direction with difficulty, barely flying past Marcus' scalp, and continued to pursue Moriarty.

This action exposed the person controlling the Bludger, and the students spotted the sweating batter, who gritted his teeth and yelled, "Damn Flint! Move it!"

But Marcus was paralyzed with fear. He sat on the broom with empty eyes in a daze.

The students didn't want to see their farce, because Moriarty was almost flying to the ground before he pulled up the broom and flew upwards.

He moved the Bludger more than ten meters away. Theoretically, the Bludger could no longer pose a threat to him, but Moriarty wanted to teach the batter a lesson.

Moriarty flew diagonally below the goal, waiting for the Bludger to fly over. After seeing the right moment, he threw the Quaffle in his hand hard - not at the goal, but at the Bludger!

There was a "bang" sound, and the Quaffle hit the Bludger. Due to the angle and force, the Bludger fell quickly. The batter could no longer control the Bludger. He collapsed as if in collapse.

After dropping the broom, Leon flew over to catch him.

"Boom!"

The Bludger fell heavily to the ground, and the Quaffle bounced into the goal at a tricky angle.

The students opened their mouths wide, and it took them a long time to react. They heard cheers like a mountain roar and a tsunami!