Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

The little wizards couldn't help but curl their lips when they saw this scene. Moriarty was good at everything, but he was particularly stingy in this aspect.

"He doesn't even want to let us take a look at the goddess, not even a glance!"

An unnamed Hogwarts dog-licker was lost in thought and muttering.

Moriarty leaned against Fleur's ear and said softly: "Everyone cares about you."

"Hmph, the person you are holding now is the most outstanding witch."

Fleur was both shy and slightly complacent. Every time she came to Hogwarts, she received great attention and admiration, which she could never experience at Beauxbatons.

The Beauxbatons girls would be grateful to Merlin if they didn't mess with Fleur.

The two whispered for a while, and the knight Lancelot recovered, returned to the duel field, and swept through the crowd.

"Are there any other students who want to take part in the test?"

"Please come forward."

Lancelot said loudly, his momentum undiminished.

Although the hair is messy and there is some dust on the face.

But after his battle with Moriarty, Lancelot also gained some understanding of the spirit of chivalry.

In a pair of dark eyes, the shining gaze shines brightly.

Several senior students who were about to make a move were glanced at and lowered their heads, not daring to step forward.

"I'll come, I'll come!"

Jericho raised his hands and emerged from the crowd.

"As I just said, the third person is naturally me."

Passing by a little Beauxbatons witch, Jericho pulled out her knight's sword and said, "Sister, lend me your sword and I'll take you to eat delicious food tonight~"

The little witch blushed and agreed, and Jericho walked into the duel amid boos.

"Ms. Lancelot, you don't want me to mess up this duel."

As soon as he came up, Jericho raised his wand.

It's just that the wand is pointed at the sky.

The Quidditch players in the crowd were a little confused. It was strange that the target seemed to be the Slytherin team's locker room?

"what you up to?"

Lancelot instinctively felt something bad.

According to Gamp's information, Jericho's thinking was out of the ordinary. If he hadn't followed Moriarty, he would never have come to Slytherin College.

So Jericho is a deviant little snake.

"What do I want to do? Hehe."

Jericho's smile was a bit mean.

"I want to initiate reforms in the knight's duel!"

"Don't worry, madam, our duel will definitely go down in history."

"When future generations engage in knightly duels, they will definitely thank you and me."

After Jericho finished speaking, he didn't give Lancelot a chance to stop him, and shouted loudly: "Flying on the broomstick!"

A cool-looking broomstick flew over like a shooting star.

It is silver and green, with the acronym MS engraved on the broom handle, and Moriarty's face smeared on the broom at the end.

"Merlin, it's the latest broomstick in the MS series," Wood, a Quidditch fanatic, recognized it at a glance. "Professional teams say it's the best."

Many fans asked Wood: "Say the price so we can give up."

"Alas," Wood sighed: "This kind of broom didn't exist when we were born, and it probably won't exist in the future."

"Be confident, Captain, and remove the word 'most likely'." The Weasley twins took this very seriously.

"But he's really handsome..."

They watched the broom being held in Jericho's hand, as if a superstar was shining on the stage.

"Perhaps we should play house dueling with Lionheart again?" The twins smiled at each other.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy at the back of the crowd were also attracted to the new broom and couldn't look away from it for a moment.

Jericho perfectly captured the attention of the audience with his new broom.

"I'm not doing this for the limelight."

Jericho shook his head, mounted his broom, and flew into the air.

By this time Lancelot already knew what Jericho was going to do.

Duel on a broomstick!

Watching Jericho hovering in the sky at an extremely fast speed, bringing up waves of air.

The knight's sword in the left hand and the wand in the right hand are waving with both arms, making people dazzled.

“Jericho Branch…”

Lancelot gritted his teeth hard.

She wanted to accuse Jericho of tampering with the dueling rules, but the dueling rules had been modified countless times.

But if we don’t accuse him, who knows what Jericho will do next?

Based on Lancelot's judgment of Jericho, he will definitely do it again.

Lancelot was so angry that he almost suffered internal injuries.

But Jericho didn't care.

"Wuhu~"

Jericho is like a big bird, flying freely in the air.

"Madam, take my sword!"

Jericho suddenly fell down, raised his sword above his head, and rolled around the tree with his world-class Quidditch skills.

With the speed of flight, Jericho was like a poisonous bee that was constantly spinning, and the sword was the sharpest stinger, attacking Lancelot.

"Hahahahaha..."

A group of boys laughed. Jericho's words were very ambiguous, and it was easy for people to think wrongly.

Lancelot raised his sword angrily and slashed seven or eight swords in front of him.

"What?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Is this cutting the air?"

The crowd was talking a lot.

But Moriarty sees something.

"Cut the air with sword energy, reducing the space in front of you."

"The Lancelot family is worthy of being a family that has been inherited for thousands of years. It is indeed full of heritage."

Having said that, Moriarty also saw that the Lancelot Knight could not continuously reduce space, nor could it reduce the entire space.

The space in front of him was slashed in distinct layers, but it was just enough to block Jericho's blow.

Sure enough, Jericho's sword stopped 30 inches in front of Lancelot.

Lancelot had murderous intent in his eyes, and pointed his wand at Jericho: "Shatter to pieces!"

"Your spell can't catch up with me."

Jericho pulled up his broom and flew into the sky, but the crushing curse missed the edge of the broom.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Jericho started a guerrilla fight in the sky, flying east and west, adding a magic spell from time to time, and making tentative attacks with his sword when he had time.

"Blanche!" Lancelot stamped his feet angrily: "Are you a fly? You only disgust people!"

"Look what you said," Jericho flew in the sky and whistled: "I pioneered the guerrilla duel technique, and I am a hero."

"Get out!" Lancelot raised his hand and struck a blazing flame: "Don't insult the hero, and don't insult the knight's duel. The spirit of chivalry is to move forward bravely. You are not a hero if you run away."

Jericho smiled at this: "Professor, if you leave Beauxbatons, you are welcome to become the Dean of Gryffindor House."

Dumbledore, who was watching, had a strange expression on his face, and Lancelot's character did seem to be similar to that of Gryffindor.

Gamp said at the right time: "With students like Jericho at Hogwarts, there must be joy."

Dumbledore didn't know his intention and nodded slightly.

And Grindelwald made no secret of his admiration for Jericho: "Blanche has lost his talent at Hogwarts. Dumbledore, how about exchanging him to Durmstrang?"

"With all due respect, even if Mr. Jericho was not at Hogwarts, he would go to Ilvermorny instead of Durmstrang."

"Hmph, you are too kind."

"Compared to you, I am indeed very kind."

Gamp watched with cold eyes as the two principals, who were more than 100 years younger than him in actual age but older in appearance, did not know whether to call them old men or juniors.

Farewell!

Gamp said he couldn't stand it anymore.

"OK, I've scored Mr. Jericho."

Gamp raised his fist to stop the duel.

"This is the end," Jericho muttered with a pout, "I haven't had enough."

"Jerrie Co!" Lancelot took a deep breath, "Dueling you is simply a stain on the spirit of chivalry!"

"Tch," Jericho said casually, "I'm not the kind of person who is bound by the past."

"In my opinion, no matter what happens, you have to look forward. Forget it, you don't understand even if you tell me."

Jericho landed, returned the knight's sword to Miss Beauxbatons, and then received a moderate punch from Helena.

Wood took the opportunity to lead a group of people to make a fuss, and actually took advantage of the chaos to take the new broom to play with.

Seeing this scene, Gamp praised in a low voice: "Awesome."

Campus life is always full of joy, and Gamp also enjoyed that joy back then.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were also lost in memories.

On a high building in the castle, Professor Snape looked down, and a smile appeared on his usually lifeless face.

This makes Professor Snape look a little funny.

It's a pity that no one saw this appearance.

Professor Snape remembered that Jericho told him in second grade that he wanted to take him on a broomstick.

So this time Jericho flew into the sky, Professor Snape, who was cold-faced and warm-hearted, watched the whole process in the tower where no one cared.

"Blanche...how far can you go?"

Teacher Si was watching Jericho, who was having a fight with his classmates outside the duel field, when suddenly another figure walked into his sight.

"Pilivik?"

The next moment, Snape's eyes widened in surprise.

Lilith grabbed the brim of the Sorting Hat with her left hand and walked towards the duel field.

The crowd of onlookers also saw Lilith and gave way one after another.

The hilarity died down as they saw Lilith pull a sword from the Sorting Hat.

"Gryffindor...sword!?"