Three minutes later, the news of the British team's clean sheet against Bulgaria spread throughout Haypro.

Five minutes later, there was wailing from the underground exchange in the gambling circle, and the gambling tables of the Foley family and the Flint family went crazy!

Ten minutes later, major newspapers put the news of the British team's clean sheet against Bulgaria on the headlines.

"Daily Prophet": "British team breaks into semi-finals, Moriarty beats Klum!"

"The Quibbler": "Uncover the secrets of the World Cup you don't know, the real reason why Moriarty won: the latest evidence, Klum is gay!"

"Witch Weekly": "Forever Shining Rush Series: Moriarty crushes Bulgaria."

"Thought": "Two consecutive clean sheets, who else can stop Moriarty?"

Even the "Paris Times", which has always been at odds with Britain, had to admit Moriarty's excellence, and the title was all gaudy.

The content of the article belittled the Bulgarian team in various ways. Just when the wizards thought they would praise Moriarty next, they changed their pen and described how brave and serious the French team was.

He also presented evidence that the French team was the first to play against the British team and provided the following teams with valuable experience in dealing with broomsticks. This is a commendable dedication!

The wizards suddenly realized that it turned out to be holding and stomping. Well, that's okay, just crumpled the newspaper and threw it into the trash can!

Many French fans did the same, and Mr. Delacour even announced that he would no longer subscribe to the Paris Times.

"As long as the "Paris Times" is partial, "Les Thoughts" will surpass it sooner or later," said M. Delacour.

In short, the British team successfully advanced to the semi-finals through two zero seals. Moriarty also established the image of a talented athlete in the hearts of the audience through two games.

Two weeks after the game, the second game of the semi-finals began, and Moriarty led the team to watch the game.

The stands were crowded with people. When Moriarty looked around to find a seat, a pleasant voice sounded.

"Mr. Moriarty? Here~"

The voice came from the upper stands. Moriarty looked up. Fleur waved her right hand and smiled at him with narrowed eyes.

"Here~ I've reserved a seat for you!" Fu Rong said loudly, all the wizards around looked at her, making her feel embarrassed, her face flushed red.

The coy look made the wizards salivate, and a trace of panic flashed in Furong's eyes.

Every time I saw Moriarty, her charm ability was released involuntarily, as if the switch was automatically pressed.

No one could resist Fleur's charm, which was her pride as a beauty with the blood of Meiwa, but Moriarty was unaffected.

These two points made Furong both puzzled and inferior.

So for two weeks, she spent days and nights studying the Final Four teams, hoping to find their weaknesses, and then told Moriarty.

Fleur's mind is very simple, she just wants to help Moriarty win.

Moriarty walked up to the high-rise stands with the main candidates, and Fleur led them to a row of empty seats with a wave of her little hand.

"The Polish team and the Peruvian team are similar in strength. They are both likely to advance and become the next opponent of the British team! Therefore, I guess you will come to watch the game. I have reserved seats for you in advance. There are seven in total. Please sit down."

The players looked at Moriarty, and Moriarty nodded slightly. The six of Roman laughed and sat on their seats, took out a few pairs of panoramic binoculars, and put them on their faces.

Fleur still had something to say to Moriarty. She took out a small silver bag from her trouser pocket—today she was wearing a pair of blue and white jeans, which simply outlined her long and slender legs.

The small silver bag was cast with the Untraceable Stretching and Shrinking Curses. Fleur made the bag bigger while pulling out a purple notebook from inside.

"Here, for you, there are the latest information of six teams."

Fleur bit the word "latest" very hard, and Moriarty took the notebook with interest, flipped through a few pages, and his eyes sparkled a little.

"You summed it up?"

"Ang~"

Fu Rong raised her small face with a smile, put her hands behind her back, raised one foot and drew circles on the ground leisurely.

"Some top-secret information - Maxi of the American team is negotiating with the Nimbus company to discuss the purchase of seven Nimbus 1990S. How do you know this news?"

Moriarty spoke very slowly, and looked at Fleur with scrutiny while speaking.

"Of course the players of the US team told me." Fleur didn't notice the change in Moriarty, she was a little proud, "I pretended to be a die-hard fan of the US team, and went to the US team's training field to ask for an autograph. The captivated players chatted, and I tricked the American team out of it."

"That's it..."

Moriarty's eyes were heavy, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Moriarty?" Fleur noticed that Moriarty became cold, and her heart stopped for a moment.

"Are you, are you..."

Fu Rong bit her lip, and she didn't have the courage to say the last part of "hate me".

She suddenly realized that in Moriarty's eyes, her actions might be the kind of despicable behavior of using beauty to obtain information.

Fleur was already inferior because of her bloodline, but now she is even more sad--I am an unclean woman in Moriarty's heart!

At this moment, the whistle sounded, and the match between Poland and Peru began. The cheers of the audience surrounded Moriarty and Fleur.

Moriarty took Fleur to their seats and sat down to watch the game.

After the whole game, Fu Rong was absent-minded and confused, and she didn't even hear the referee blowing the whistle for the end of the game.

But when Moriarty stood up, he said to Roman and others: "Go back to the conference room, I have a hunch that the Polish team will be our opponent in the next game!"

"What?" Fu Rong exclaimed, "Poland won?"

She was ignored, and Moriarty led the British team away.

Roman turned his head to look at Fleur several times. He felt that Fleur should thank Fleur for occupying a seat for them, but seeing Moriarty's expression, Roman felt that it was better to forget it.

"To be honest, if the captain allows, Miss Fu Rong will be the captain's good wife." Roman said in the ear of the explosive head.

"Come on," the afro rolled his eyes, "Did you forget that Tonks in the Hogwarts Dream Team? We don't get involved in this kind of thing."

The British team gradually walked away. Fleur looked at Moriarty's back in a lonely way, and shed two lines of tears.

Back in the conference room, Moriarty and his teammates began to study the Polish team.

They studied for a week, and every player had a plan in mind to deal with Poland.

If the next opponent is the Polish team, the British team can also win the game, but Moriarty has a subtle feeling.

Maxey has said that the Deathly Hallows emblem appears aboveboard on Portkeys passing through Canada from Poland.

It is not difficult to see that the Saints seem to be planning something. Moriarty originally thought that this organization disappeared with Grindelwald's imprisonment, but he did not expect to still organize activities.

But Moriarty knew nothing about the saints, he couldn't find anything suspicious, and just when he had no idea, he accidentally came across Fleur's notebook.

Looking at the notebook, Moriarty saw the image of Furong staying up late to take notes before Moriarty's eyes, and a wave of emotion flashed in his heart.

Just thinking of Furong going to the training grounds of the major teams to show off her charm and attracting a bunch of men to circle around her, Moriarty snorted coldly.

"This girl, what does she think of herself?"

Moriarty shook his head, flipped through the notebook casually, and happened to find a page with a photo glued on it.

"Magic photo..."

Moriarty didn't expect Fleur to take photos, some of which were clipped from local newspapers, and they were all up-to-date.

"Wow, wow."

Moriarty flipped through a few photos, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and his gaze was fixed on one photo.

It shows a man in wizard robes, holding a magnum, having fun with a group of women.

Moriarty recognized the man as Poland Chaser Gabriel.

Gabrielle wore a string of silver necklaces, and the necklace pendant was hidden in the wizard's robe, but because he drank too much, the wizard's robe fell off, revealing the necklace pendant at the neck.

It was a circle that looked like a triangular eye with a vertical line in the middle of the pupil.

Symbol of the Deathly Hallows!

Moriarty's eyes lit up, and he finally found out where the violation was.

It's not that the saints are going to do something in Poland, but that the players of the Polish team are saints themselves!

At this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open with a "crash".

Roman, Afro, Red Nose and other players ran in one by one.

Seeing disbelief on their faces, Moriarty asked, "What happened? From the looks of you, I thought the Pacific had a tsunami that flooded High Proces."

"team leader……"

Roman's voice was trembling!

"The US team...lost!"

Moriarty's eyes sharpened, and he glared at Roman: "Where's Maxi? Who caught the Snitch!"

"Maxi, he... the Golden Snitch was defeated by the Japanese team... the magician, a traitor!"

Roman was too emotional to speak, and finally shouted angrily: "All members of the US team are equipped with Nimbus 1990S, but they still lost and were crushed by the Japanese team! That is the team with Nimbus 1990S! "

Moriarty stood up abruptly, and rushed out of the meeting room. Red Nose followed behind him, and told the result of the game.

"In the third promotion match of the just-concluded semi-finals, the Dongying team beat the US team in an upset!

The score was 300:60, a big score without a doubt!

All members of the American team were equipped with the Nimbus 1990S. They wanted to use it as a secret weapon, but the Dongying team seemed to know it already, and they were fully prepared.

The magician - now the magician of the EGL team, he scored 24 goals alone! Swept the US team!

As for the Golden Snitch, it was won by Tezukamura Kogoro Tezuka, who was looking for the ball from the Japanese team.

Maxi... fell off the Nimbus 1990S during the last fight for the Snitch and is now in a coma..."

In the end, Red Nose couldn't speak anymore.

Miserable, too miserable, the US team is too miserable.

Moriarty stopped immediately, "Dong, Ying, team!"

Family members, do you still remember the surname Tsukamura?

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