The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

"North America? That's my home field." Jericho let out a joyful laugh, leaned comfortably on the back of the velvet chair, put his hands on the table, and looked at Moriarty seriously, "Sir, whatever you need Whatever I do, I obey orders."

"I don't need you to do anything, just stay at Hogwarts obediently. Your father and I have made a star-making plan." Moriarty said casually, which made Jericho suddenly feel disappointed stand up.

"Okay, okay," Jericho muttered, "my father... I knew."

"Don't be discouraged, the star-making project will last for a long time." Moriarty comforted Jericho, glanced at the three little snakes on the right armchair, and said something exciting.

"Maybe four years from now at the Quidditch World Cup, the captain of the US team will be Jericho.

Perhaps in a few years, Marcus would be a renowned magizoologist, even more accomplished than Newt Scamander.

Perhaps in a few years, the Minchum family will regain its glory under Leon's hands and become one of the top families in power. "

The three of Jericho unknowingly sat upright, with their backs straightened, their eyes shining, and they imagined the future.

Lockhart looked like someone who had experienced it, and taught the three little snakes his experience, "My guys, since the young master is mainly pushing you to certain positions, you'd better be mentally prepared in advance.

Under the spotlight, if you don't pay attention, your shortcomings will be exposed, and it is precisely these shortcomings that may become sharp weapons to attack the young master. "

The three of Jericho looked at each other and nodded solemnly.

"From tomorrow onwards, we will study hard and keep fit, and we will never fail Mr.'s high expectations!" Leon clenched his fists and vowed.

"Don't be too obvious, and don't put too much pressure on yourself." Moriarty reminded him like a life mentor, and exposed the topic.

He looked at Lockhart, "On January 3, I went to the United States with the national team. I contacted Jericho's father, James, and he made an appointment with the US team to play a warm-up match with us."

"And you, Lockhart." Moriarty shook his index finger at Lockhart, and said slowly, "After tonight, I will go to the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States to start activities, activities You decide the content yourself, and I want to see the result of your integration with the little American wizard."

Moriarty had high expectations for Lockhart, and his actions greatly promoted the "joint education", and Lockhart did not disappoint Moriarty.

"No problem, my young master, as you wish." Lockhart smiled calmly. After the "French incident", he became more and more general-like.

"Actually, I have maintained a pretty good relationship with the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States, and the school is very happy for me to visit them."

Lockhart talked eloquently, "This time I plan to hold a charity auction and donate all the money raised to the International Wizarding Guild of the Quidditch World Cup. I think this is a good way to expand my reputation."

Moriarty agreed, "Go ahead and do it, and the expenses incurred in the process—Old Flint, Old Foley, will be borne by the two of you."

Old Flint quickly said yes, and Old Foley, who had just joined, also agreed. Old Foley also said that the "four-six-six account" between him and Lockhart was void, and all the money he earned in the future would serve Moriarty. .

"Very good," Moriarty nodded with satisfaction. "The three of you can continue to develop in this direction. I hope you can give me a surprise four years later, such as becoming the official sponsor of Quidditch in 1994."

Lockhart and old Flint stood up and bowed tacitly, "I promise to complete the task, my young master."

Old Foley had just arrived and couldn't keep up with their rhythm, but he showed a cunning smile: "Master, I have an idea that can make you a lot of money."

"You mean opening a gamble." A gleam flashed in Moriarty's eyes.

Old Foley immediately complimented him, and he introduced to Moriarty: "In every World Cup, there are countless wizards who set up big and small gambling markets, some of which make money, some lose money, and some are used to set money. , and some are used for money laundering, there are many fake and lure offers, but there are often not many real ones.”

Old Flint cast a meaningful look at Old Foley: "It seems that the old man has benefited a lot from it."

"It's the same for all pure-blood families." Old Foley returned the same look. "Almost every pure-blood family has participated in the World Cup gambling. The only difference is the amount of betting money."

That's true, Moriarty thought to himself.

Even in a notoriously poor pure-blood family like the Weasleys, there are Weasley twins who gamble.

The gambling market of the Quidditch World Cup can be seen, and there is a lot of room for manipulation in this regard.

"I remember that in 1964, England hosted the World Cup," Old Flint recalled, leaning on a cane: "Abraxas Malfoy, the head of the Malfoy family at that time, used the gambling table to earn a lot of gold Galleons. That was a real windfall!

The Ministry of Magic intervened in the investigation due to the excessive number of Galleons, and the Minister at the time, Nobby Leach, was a Muggle-born, and he was determined to track down old Malfoy..."

"Ah, yes, I also remembered when you said that." Old Foley sighed, "Four years later, that is, in 1968.

Minister Nobby Leach suffered from a mysterious disease and was forced to resign. Although the source of the disease has not been found so far, we all know that Abraxas Malfoy participated in the shady scene. "

Tonks and Jericho had never heard such political secrets before, and they were dumbfounded at this moment.

Moriarty listened with gusto. If he had the opportunity to confirm it with Mrs. Malfoy, he might be able to dig out more darkness.

"This is the end of the memory, my old gentlemen. I know that old people always like to cherish the past, but with me, you have to learn to look to the future." Moriarty's words woke everyone up, old Foley Smiled embarrassedly with old Flint.

"It doesn't matter," Moriarty said lightly, "I'll leave it to you two to set up the gambling table."

"Please rest assured, young master. The gamble jointly opened by the Flint family and the Forley family is like a big fat man who can never get enough to eat. He greedily eats up the gold Galleons in the wizard's pocket and in the vault. Keep."

Old Flint and Old Foley stood up and assured Moriarty.

"Two hungry old men." Lockhart laughed.

Moriarty stretched out his right hand and pressed his palm down, motioning Old Flint and Old Foley to sit down, then took out a dragonskin notebook from his robe, and threw it in front of them.

"The new broom developed by Nicole LeMay and I is only short of the last process and a few experiments, and it is expected to be put on sale in February.

The two of you are opening a broom shop in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade respectively. According to the publicity strategy in this book, pre-heat publicity a week in advance. "

"A new type of broom?" Old Foley exclaimed, "It's done so quickly? Uh, I mean, young master, are you really going to give us the new type of broom for sale?"

Old Foley looked at Moriarty nervously, for fear that Moriarty would say "No, no, I'm joking with you".

He knew that Moriarty had handed over the business of the wand set to Mrs. Malfoy, and that the developer of the new broom was not only Moriarty, but also Nicole Flamel, the French alchemist who would agree. ?

Moriarty saw the anxiety in old Foley's eyes, stood up and walked behind him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Old Foley, don't worry—I hope you can understand that I don't take advantage of you or Foley. The family is cheap, but I will make you and the Foley family better and better-everyone here is the same!

You see, old Flint has adapted. "

Old Foley turned his head and looked to the left. Old Flint was reading the Dragonskin notebook with great enthusiasm, and from time to time he gave a few words of admiration.

"Master, your idea is great!" Old Flint grinned: "I dare say that as soon as the new brooms start selling, the two companies Nimbus and Comet will go out of business in a short time!"

"Nimulus Company..." Moriarty had a shadow in his eyes. This company cheated him with the contract, and he originally wanted to take certain punitive actions.

But now that Lilith has taken over this troublesome task, Moriarty would like to see how far she can go.

Thinking like this, Moriarty walked back to the main seat, looked at the empty table, and shouted: "Luke! Our Christmas dinner has begun!"

"Come on, my young master!" Luke led a team of house elves to appear at the gate of the castle hall, and they brought up various dishes.

Moriarty raised a goblet full of top-quality red wine, smiling all over his face: "Everyone, let's toast together, farewell to 1989 and welcome to 1990!"