The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Roman and Peru discovered the Golden Snitch at the same time, the tiny golden ball, following the sea wind blowing from the west, flew towards the east of the arena.

The two moved the broomstick at the same time, turned around, and flew towards the east sky.

The British fans burst into cheers, Roman's starting speed was obviously faster than Peru!

When the two flew to the same level, Peru barely touched the smooth and shiny broom tail of Nimbus 1990S.

"Look," said the commentator with admiration and admiration: "Look at it - Nimbus 1990S! This is the Nimbus 1990S strongly promoted by Nimbus Company!

As a professional commentator, I guarantee that the starting speed of Nimbus 1990S is three times that of Nimbus 1700!

If you compare it with Sweeping Seven Stars, it is 3.5 times that of Sweeping Seven Stars! After all, everyone knows that the sweeping series is famous for its fast steering. "

The narrator suddenly shouted!

"Oh, look at Roman, Roman!

Roman threw away Peru and approached the Snitch!

My Merlin, how fast he is!

Is this the end of the game? Can Roman make history and set a record for catching the Golden Snitch the fastest! "

The audience's eyes were fixed on the east. Although they all wore panoramic binoculars, they still couldn't see Roman clearly, and could only see afterimages one by one.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp sound came into everyone's ears.

The audience quickly looked for the sound and found that on the right side of the field, that is, near the French team's goal, Moriarty was rampaging on it, and every time he swung his tail, white waves would be thrown out!

"what's the situation?"

The commentator in the box stood up. He stood on tiptoe and looked towards the field, his voice trembling with disbelief.

"While Roman was chasing the Snitch, Moriarty had the Quaffle in his hands!

He is now attacking the goal of the French team! Attention France's goalkeeper Nestor! "

The narrator screamed.

"Also—the French batsmen Ansa and Wright, they hit a Bludger on Moriarty—a double! Two heavy Bludgers!"

Moriarty flicked his tail away from the Bludger flying behind him, and the cold wind rolled up and flew the first Bludger onto the second Bludger!

The two balls hit each other hard and fell.

After clearing the Bludger cleanly, Moriarty stretched out his arms, pointing forward.

The afro and the red nose, who easily broke through the French team's defense, understood Moriarty's hand gestures, and they flew to Moriarty's side just like they did in the training game.

"Eagle head attack formation."

The three British Chasers galloped close together, with Moriarty in the middle.

The one on the left and slightly in front is the red nose, and the one on the right is the afro. The three of them approached the French goalkeeper Nestor together.

Nestor called his teammates to return to the defense, and the three chasers of the French team turned back and rushed. Although Moriarty was playing professional games for the first time, he was keenly aware of the difference between professional teams and amateur teams.

Professional teams respond quickly and have strong execution.

In this wave of competition for the Quaffle, the French team lost the ball and immediately turned to defense.

Although the British team took advantage of the speed of the light wheel 1990S to take the lead in occupying a favorable position in front of the goal.

But the French Chasers came back, and they hung like a net behind Moriarty.

"Change again, the eagle head attack formation!" Moriarty raised three fingers, "At the same time, we use the sloth to hug the tree and roll!"

Moriarty increased the speed to the maximum, he squeezed the broomstick tightly with his legs, and spun up. The powerful stability function of the Nimbus 1990S ensured that he would not fall off.

Moriarty spun and rushed towards the goal. The red nose and the afro followed suit. The three of them formed three tornadoes, and the sound of "whoosh!"

"Merlin's broomstick can't be faster than the Nimbus 1990S!" The commentator praised him so much that Canadian Minister of Magic Helmut, who was also watching the game in the box, glared at him.

The commentator shrank his head, this box is full of big shots, look~

Helmut, Minister of Magic of Canada, Paul, Chairman of the Magical Congress of the United States, James, Director of the American Sports Department, Gilderoy Lockhart, a British best-selling author, Apollo, Director of the Sports Department of the French Ministry of Magic...

There was a long list of names, and picking out any one at random was not something a small commentator could afford to provoke.

The commentator explained the game obediently, and he quickly said: "The British Chasers used a combination of ball skills to force back the French Chasers and flew to the goal, forming a three-on-one situation!

Can Nestor stop the ball? "

Moriarty winked at Red Nose, who flew in front of Moriarty, blocking Nestor's view.

"brush!"

Moriarty threw the Quaffle, and Nestor thought it was a lob and jumped high.

However, the Quaffle fell powerlessly, Red Nose retracted his head, and the explosive head hovering below caught the ball, and threw it towards the empty left goal——

"The British team scored a goal!" The commentator shouted loudly, and the audience cheered and applauded, shaking the main stadium. "The British team scored first! 10:0, the British team leads!"

Moriarty's fans yelled excitedly:

"Team England! Team England!

Moriarty! Moriarty! "

Furong also cheered and jumped like them, and the little flag flew up.

"The ball is coming out again! Moriarty is attacking with the ball." The commentator focused on Moriarty this time.

The audience is no exception. In order to watch Moriarty, they twist the speed knob and deliberately slow down the speed of the panoramic telescope.

Some old fans who have studied Quidditch can see that Moriarty is superb as a Chaser.

Moreover, the British team cooperated seamlessly, and their movements were very coordinated, as if they could see through each other's mind.

The Quaffle fell into Moriarty's hands again.

This time, however, the British team's offense did not go as smoothly as expected.

Peru ordered the Chasers and Batsmen of the French team to mark Moriarty together!

Spectators saw Moriarty soaring into the air, with three Chasers on his tail, and fierce Bludgers galloping in from left and right!

Onsa and Wright of the French team stared at Moriarty coldly, holding up their bats.

"Have you ever seen such a battle? Just to defend Moriarty? A 13-year-old boy!"

The commentator said indignantly, which aroused the approval of a large number of female fans. Furong stared at Moriarty worriedly, pressed her hands on her chest, and prayed for Moriarty with her heart covered.

But no matter who they are, they are very clear-headed. They know that it is not against the rules to strictly guard against Moriarty. This is the cruelty of the profession!

Roman, who was playing with Peru, glanced at Moriarty, and said expectantly: "The glory of Slytherin can only be forged through the baptism of life and death. Come on, captain!"

"team leader!!!"

The players roared passionately.

"Moriarty!!!" Fleur stood up from the stands and shouted with all her strength: "Slytherin!!! Go!"

More and more audience members shouted Moriarty's name.

Moriarty raised the corners of his mouth and spun around on the broom, like a Ferris wheel, with two Bludgers passing through the hollow in the middle.

Before Angsa and Wright hit the ball again, Moriarty fell headfirst and fell upside down!

"Oh no--"

This caused bursts of exclamation.

Three of France's Chasers closed in on Moriarty in a parkin pincer, with one still hovering below.

They seemed to be catching the fish in the urn, but no one expected that Moriarty stood up from the broom, as if stepping on a skateboard.

The wind in the air "hulahula" blew on Moriarty's face, feeling extremely refreshing.

Moriarty stepped on his left foot hard, and Nimbus 1990S's head tilted up. He changed from a handstand posture to a sea surfing posture, and stepped on Nimbus 1990S to jump over the Chaser's head!

As the two of them crossed each other, Moriarty clearly saw the Frenchman's eyes, astonished, terrified, and unbelievable...

Moriarty shook his head and smiled, heading straight for the goal!

The audience was shocked!

There was a dead silence in the stands, and there was only the sound of Moriarty summoning his teammates on the main court.

Under Lockhart's reminder, the commentator continued to explain: "Uh, um... We saw Moriarty's miraculous flying skills, and now he flew in front of the goal. This time he has no teammates by his side!"

"One-on-one, this is a one-on-one battle!" The commentator became more and more passionate: "A one-on-one offensive and defensive battle between the goalkeeper and the chaser!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the audience's breathing became quieter, staring at Moriarty without blinking! .

I saw him fluctuating in front of the goalkeeper Nestor, leaving Moriarty's afterimage in six directions up, down, front, back, left, and right!

Nestor's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't see which was Moriarty's real body.

"No..." Nestor sadly thought of the consequences.

Moriarty saw the opportunity and threw the Quaffle into the middle goal. Nestor didn't react for a while and watched the ball fall into the goal!

"The ball has been scored!!!"

The announcer yelled: "Moriarty scored the second goal!"

The audience chanted Moriarty's name in unison, and the players of the two countries froze. They had never heard such cheers like a tsunami.

Only Moriarty was not affected at all. He organized the attack and used "Boskov tactics".

Within ten minutes, the British team scored two more goals, rewriting the score to 40:0!

It caused overwhelming cheers and cheers from the supporters wearing the British team.