The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

After sending Lilith away, Moriarty closed the classroom door, flipped his wrist, and the snow cedar wand popped out of the wand suit and landed on his hand.

Moriarty conjured up a mahogany square table, pointed his wand at the parchment on the ground and said, "Wingardim, Leviosa!"

A piece of paper material was lifted into the air, lined up in a square row, and floated around to everyone.

"The lives, hobbies, achievements, careers of the 11 national team players, as well as their combat skills and usual ball skills are all here."

Moriarty's tone was unquestionable, and he said to everyone: "We will spend five days training and grinding, so we only have two days to memorize these materials.

Perhaps the national team regards this game as a coaching match, and the British wizards regard this game as a warm-up match..."

Speaking of this, Moriarty snorted coldly in his heart. That guy Ludo was scheming and cheating. He used this match to hype it up and made a lot of money.

In next year's World Cup, Moriarty will make Ludo spit out his profits.

The coldness in his eyes flashed away, and Moriarty continued: "But our goal is to win!"

The eyes of Jericho and the others became hot, and the occasional flashes of light contained fanaticism and were scalding hot.

Moriarty looked at them one by one, and said encouragingly: "It doesn't matter what the outside world thinks of us, they may think we are a bunch of students, a bunch of dolls.

Actually?

We are the heirs of Slytherin, the pure blood army of Hogwarts, and the best wizards in the future! "

"Yes, that's right, sir, oh ho!"

Jericho waited for the little snake to exchange a look, and laughed strangely.

Charlie didn't like their eyes very much, but they were teammates now, and he had to admit that Jericho and Leon were quite reliable as teammates.

Tonks listened to Moriarty with all her heart, and she turned her hair gray, as if it would bring her closer to Moriarty.

Moriarty walked up to the table and tapped it lightly. The crisp, rhythmic sound quieted the excited little snake.

He smiled slightly: "I know we will fight side by side, so? An upset victory over the national team is in line with our identity."

"Yeah~"

The players clapped their hands and stood up excitedly pumping their fists.

"Yes sir, you speak to our hearts!"

"We're going to beat the national team to pieces, I can't wait to see Roman's swollen faces, haha~"

Moriarty nodded and exchanged fiery glances with them. As if they knew what to do, they sat down and picked up the materials to read carefully.

The classroom fell silent, occasionally there was a "rustling" sound of flipping the paper. The parchment was filled with black words, some of which were in foreign languages, which were records of national team players playing games abroad.

This caused considerable trouble for Jericho and Marcus, whose foreign languages ​​were in a mess, but fortunately there were magic photos in the data.

They saw the flying skills and ball skills of the national team players from the dynamic pictures.

Jericho's eyes flashed, and he secretly recorded those actions.

Among the six, Moriarty and Tonks read quickly, reaching a reading speed of one page per minute.

After reading a page, the shorthand quill kept writing in the notebook they prepared in advance, writing down line after line of text.

Two hours later, Moriarty stood up, clapped his hands, and attracted everyone's attention.

"Okay, let's summarize the information we have collected."

He spread out the notes at hand, and used magic to project the words and pictures on the ceiling onto the ceiling.

"England national team Roman, Londoner, 24 years old, graduated from Durmstrang.

At the age of 17, he became a professional player and joined the British Caerphilly Flying Crossbow Team, leading the team to win the England United Cup for three consecutive times.

Joined the national team at the age of 20 as a seeker. In the 1986 World Cup, which is the last World Cup, he won four out of five games and helped England reach the semi-finals. "

Moriarty raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a slightly sarcastic smile, and added: "The representative of becoming famous at a young age."

Jericho and the others nodded slightly and were not frightened. They knew that Moriarty had more to say.

"Whether it's the Cup or the World Cup, in the four victories in the World Cup, the average time for Roman to catch the Snitch is less than two hours per game.

After encountering the US team in the semi-finals, England's striker was dragged down by the Americans. The game lasted 6 hours. Until the end, Roman failed to catch the Snitch. "

Moriarty glanced at his teammates, they looked thoughtful, and finally concluded: "A typical player in form! He adapts to playing fast pace, playing the icing on the cake in the downwind game, but unable to stand up and turn the tide in the headwind game .”

Everyone nodded. Judging from the position, Roman is Moriarty's opponent. Now it seems that Moriarty already has a countermeasure.

"It is worth mentioning that," Moriarty shook the notebook in his hand, and cast a playful look at Jericho, "it was none other than the captain of the American team, Maxi, who eliminated Roman in the semi-finals. Blanche III."

Leon and others looked at Jericho, who nodded and admitted frankly: "Maxie is my eldest brother, he is a child of my uncle's family. He will lead the US team to participate in the World Cup again next year."

"There is a director's father and a captain's brother. The American sports industry has been monopolized by the Blanche family, right?" Leon said sourly.

"Yes, are you envious?" Jericho smiled cheaply: "If the senior can't get along in the British Ministry of Magic, you can come to my side and be a servant for me to run errands. The commission is 100 Galleons per month. !"

Leon snorted: "I believe you, Director James is famously clean in North America, he can't spend 100 Galleons a year, how dare his son spend money recklessly?

OK, I made a note. The first thing I did when I went to work at the Ministry of Magic after graduation was to report your father to the International Wizarding Association for corruption! "

"Haha." Charlie laughed, and was about to say something when he heard Tonks slam the notebook on the table, which startled Charlie.

"Don't talk about irrelevant topics," Tonks glared at the boys, "Listen up, my opponent is this afro!"

Tonks shared the information with everyone, and when he saw the photo of the afro, Jericho laughed out loud: "Brother black, afro, tall, he should sing hip-hop."

When it was Charlie's turn, he looked at Moriarty anxiously: "Sir, please be careful when choosing a mate, and you must consider my suggestion!"

"Afro, from Yorkshire, England, 26 years old!" Tonks said loudly, covering Charlie's voice, "He also graduated from Durmstrang and is Roman's senior. They have teamed up for 7 years , with a tacit understanding. The position is the chaser.

He is currently playing for the Caerphili Flying Nuts with Roman and was selected for the national team at the age of 21.

In his career, he played 1,306 games in 8 years, scored 3,384 goals, and made 0 fouls. He is a terrible opponent!

However, he was fouled as many as 1047 times, averaging one foul per game. "

Moriarty nodded. Tonks changed from the position of seeker to chaser. He needed to change his style of play and adjust his thinking. And her opponent is a clean gentleman, which is good news for her.

Tonks sat down, and Jericho stood up, "Let me tell you about my opponent. I won't mention the name and you can just read it, because I want to call him a magician!"

"Oh, don't worry, don't worry," Jericho saw Tonks put his hand on the notebook, worried that Tonks would throw the notebook in his face, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand to block the front, and at the same time said quickly: "I call He's a magician for a reason, he's a magician!"

"Calm down, Jericho, senior is not interested in doing anything to you," Tonks calmly opened the notebook, brushing his long hair by his ears, "I just opened a new page of notes."

Jericho coughed in embarrassment, and Charlie was urging Moriarty again: Sir, be careful..."

Charlie sensed a murderous look, and wisely chose to shut up. It turned out that Tonks narrowed his eyes and touched the notebook.

Moriarty smiled, walked up behind Tonks, pressed her shoulder, and patted her.

"Let's hear from Jericho, I saw his report when I was browsing the briefing, he seems to be a bit older?"

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