Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Lilith pulled out her wand and added a "loud voice" and shouted: "Moriarty scored the second goal, and in such a magical way! Look at the faces of the players!"

William, Leon and other players were seen sitting on their brooms with puzzled and shocked expressions on their faces. Moriarty's approach subverted their understanding of playing football.

After a long time, William came back to his senses. He shouted to the goalkeeper as if he had found a treasure: "Serve quickly! Quickly!"

Then he shouted to the little snakes in the stands: "Starting from the next ball, you must record every move of Moriarty in detail! Every one! You must do the same in every game in the future!"

The next thing became simple, the selection match turned into Moriarty's personal goal show, and the students burst into cheers as the goals were scored one after another.

Marcus was flying in despair. He witnessed all of Moriarty's wonderful goals and knew that he was destined to lose, so he shed tears silently.

There was no suspense in the selection. In the remaining forty minutes, Moriarty scored eighty goals at a rate of one goal in thirty seconds, setting the score between the two at eighty-two.

one!

Some students made exaggerated exclamations and began to call Moriarty a "scoring machine."

However, she was always opposed by Lilith, who said: "It's a shining meteor! Shine!"

Dozens of players from other houses held their heads and howled, including Gryffindor's Charlie and the newly promoted second-year goalkeeper Oliver Wood.

The tryout was over. As soon as Moriarty landed, he was surrounded by his admirers. The players also landed one after another. Leon dragged Marcus over and roughly grabbed him in front of Moriarty.

Marcus didn't resist at all. He lay on the ground with tears streaming down his face. The little snakes didn't have any sympathy for him, but instead they heckled and ridiculed him.

"Hey, it's him!"

"Don't forget your promise, big guy!"

"I think he must have regretted it. Why can't he get along with Mr. Moriarty?"

Marcus suddenly raised his head, glared at the crowd, and finally focused on Moriarty. He closed his eyes and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Mr. Moriarty...

Marcus Flint...will be loyal to you for life!"

After finishing speaking, Marcus seemed to have been drained of all his strength, collapsed to the ground, huddled up, and buried his head in the grass. Moriarty saw tears the size of soybeans falling from his face.

"Let's all disperse. I'll stay and talk to Marcus." Moriarty stopped the little snakes who were still making noises. Everyone looked at him curiously, but he didn't say anything else.

After the crowd dispersed, Lilith came. She nuzzled at Marcus: "Verbal promises don't have much binding force. How about an unbreakable oath?"

Moriarty shook his head: "I never use that thing to threaten others. If we are not like-minded, no matter how strong the oath is, it will be broken."

"Then you want to use gentle means to conquer him?" Lilith said intriguingly: "For example, have a heart-to-heart talk with him?"

"As far as this matter is concerned, you are too active. What are you doing for?" Moriarty meant something, and the atmosphere between them became a little strange at this moment.

Lilith looked at him for a few seconds, as if she wanted to see something, but those gray eyes were as deep as ever, so she had to give up this plan.

"Okay, okay, I admit it." Lilith tied her hair into a ponytail and her temperament changed. "I used this trial to open a betting market. I did borrow your fame. Here is one hundred gold galleons.

Half of what I earned will be given to you."

She took out a beautiful wallet from her pocket and said jokingly: "So how do you know! I guess you have a Niffler? Or are you infected with the goblin's habit of loving money?"

Moriarty took it, weighed it a few times, and gave it back to Lilith. He smiled and said, "Next time, put them in a safe place. I can hear the clanging sound of gold coins from a long distance."

"Thank you, I was amused." Lilith snorted expressionlessly and walked away. She and Jericho were waiting for Moriarty at the far end of the court.

"Now, everyone is gone," Moriarty looked back at Marcus, "Come and tell me why you are crying, I order you."

"My mother passed away just after I was born. I haven't seen my father smile once since I was born. As long as I can remember, my father has been selling valuable things in the house."

Marcus's voice sounded like his soul had been sucked out, and it was dry. Only his face turned red. He paused and started talking again.

"I wanted to make my father happy, but I found that I couldn't do anything, I had no talent, I wasn't smart, I wasn't lovable at all, and no one wanted to attend any ball held by the Malfoy family or the Greengrass family.

Play with me.

After entering Hogwarts, my grades in every subject were terrible. The only thing that comforted me was that I was taller than others. I wanted to join the team. This was the only thing I could do. Then, I met

When it comes to you and Blanche, I'm jealous of you, and you know the rest."

"It sounds quite sympathetic," Moriarty sneered: "But it still can't change your character flaws and shameful bad intentions!"

Marcus trembled and didn't speak, and Moriarty said again: "But compared to magic, this is nothing, you still have time to save it.

You know, Marcus, I have a lot of wealth. If I give you just a little bit, I can restore the Flint family to its former glory, but do you need money?"

"I think so, sir." When he mentioned the money, Marcus sat up and said naively, and with his red face stained with tears, it almost made Moriarty laugh.

"Naive idea, it seems that the Flint family has never been rich, so where did the wealth go?" Moriarty snorted: "What you should think about is not how to get money, but how to lose it.

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Marcus understood a little bit, and he muttered: "It's all because of the Dark Lord."

"Voldemort? Just like people dare not pronounce his name, he can take away your family's wealth because he is stronger than you, stronger than most people. Think about it, improving your strength is what you need to do most.

thing."

"But I don't know anything." Marcus looked like he was about to cry again.

"Don't worry, I have made a plan for you to become stronger. Next year, when you are in your third grade, you will take the Care of Magical Creatures course!" Moriarty said seriously: "You must study this course with all your strength.

Because from this moment on, magical animals will be linked to you for life."

Marcus blinked in understanding: "Sir, that's all? I thought you would summon me and ask me to do something bad..."

"Don't worry, Marcus," Moriarty smiled: "If you are loyal to Voldemort, he will teach you fear and evil. If you keep interacting with the pure-blood family, the Flint family will be swallowed up."

Anyway, if you turn to Dumbledore, he will teach you the so-called courage and kindness.

But I am different. I will lead you on the road of magic and help you become a qualified wizard. I don't need you to do anything for me, because as long as you become stronger, you are helping me."

After hearing so much, Marcus suddenly felt that his mind could not move. He scratched his head and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but I don't understand."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows. At this moment, he had an intuitive feeling and understanding of Professor Sri Lanka's performance in Potions class.

"When I talk about getting stronger and improving your strength, I don't necessarily mean how many spells you have learned or how many enemies you can defeat - I don't ask you to do these things." Moriarty explained patiently: "

In fact, I have a dragon egg, and after it hatches, I plan to set up a dragon farm."

Marcus opened his mouth wide, but couldn't say a word. Moriarty's face became solemn, and he said: "You heard me, I will give you some work, and even let the Flint family manage my raising."

Dragon Field is not impossible, provided you have the ability, Marcus."

"I, I heard it, sir." Marcus nodded excitedly, but Moriarty came closer to him and whispered in his ear: "No one knows about the dragon egg except you and me.

You know, before you learn enough, you'd better not say a word to others. If I know that you told your old father or let the news spread all over the world, what do you think you will get?"

Marcus quickly shook his head, and before he could express his loyalty to Moriarty, he said: "I believe you will not tell anyone, but you must also guard against malicious prying by others, such as Legilimency."

"Prefect Leon seems to know Legilimency! And Professor Snape!" Marcus exclaimed, and then explained: "I only support Prefect Leon, not loyal to him."

"I know, I know," Moriarty's calm voice made Marcus quiet and he wiped away his tears, "Professor Snape will not peek into your brain. As for Leon, I will find him some

There are things to do, so you can study with peace of mind, and go to the library to borrow books in the evening."

"Okay, sir." Marcus regained some vitality and asked, "Besides learning about magical beasts? What else can I do? I mean, I can do more."

"In this case, just stay calm and brave," Moriarty suddenly laughed: "Next, I will open the secret room and release the basilisk inside. Well, this is another unknown secret, so it is

It’s your test to see if you can pass it.”

"What did you say? Snake, basilisk!?" The mood that Marcus finally recovered was shattered at this moment.

"Yes," Moriarty said quite relaxedly, "You heard it, so I told you to stay calm and brave."

"Okay, sir." Marcus looked at Moriarty with fear in his eyes.

"Very well, let's go," Moriarty took the lead towards the castle, and Marcus followed. On the way, Moriarty told him: "Don't do those nasty things again in the future. You should understand,

From the moment you pledged your allegiance to me, you were different from others."

Marcus responded resoundingly: "I promise, sir!"

At this time, Lilith and Jericho came over. Jericho looked at Marcus's respectful look and knew what had happened.

"Following Mr. Moriarty, you will learn a lot, and you will soon discover this, tsk, why does it feel like even though you lost, you actually earned!"

He stood on tiptoes with a smile, stretched out an arm and put it on Marcus' neck, easing Marcus's unfamiliarity when he just joined, as if he was Marcus' senior.

Moriarty glanced at him and said in a more stern tone: "Jericho Branch, come here with me."

Jericho noticed that Moriarty called him by his full name, his expression changed, and he followed him with his head lowered.