The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Lilith drew out her wand and added a "loud voice", shouting: "Moriarty scored the second goal, and in such a miraculous way! Look at the faces of the players!"

I saw William, Leon and other players sitting on the broom, with puzzled and shocked expressions on their faces. Moriarty's approach subverted their perception of playing.

It took a long time before William came back to his senses. He shouted at the goalkeeper like he had picked up a treasure: "Serve the ball quickly! Quick!"

Then he shouted to the little snakes in the stands: "Starting from the next ball, you must record every movement of Moriarty in detail! Every single one! You will also do the same in every game in the future!"

The next thing became easy, and the trials turned into Moriarty's personal goal show, and the students burst into applause following each goal.

Marcus flew in dismay. He witnessed all the wonderful goals of Moriarty, and knowing that he was doomed, he shed tears silently.

There was no suspense in the trials. In the remaining 40 minutes, Moriarty scored 80 goals in 30 seconds, setting the score between the two at 82. one!

Some students let out exaggerated exclamations, and they began to call Moriarty a "goal machine".

However, she was always opposed by Lilith, who said, "It's a shining meteor! Shining!"

Dozens of players from other colleges hugged their heads and wailed, including Gryffindor's Charlie and newly promoted second-year goalkeeper Oliver Wood.

The trials were over, and Moriarty was surrounded by his admirers as soon as he landed, and the players also landed one after another. Leon dragged Marcus over, and rudely dragged him in front of Moriarty.

Marcus didn't resist at all, he lay down on the ground with tears streaming down his face, the little snakes didn't show any sympathy for him, instead they booed and mocked.

"Hey, that's him!"

"Don't forget your promise, big man!"

"I think he must have regretted it. Why bother with Mr. Moriarty?"

Marcus raised his head suddenly, glared at the crowd, and finally focused on Moriarty. He closed his eyes and squeezed a few words through his teeth: "Moriarty... sir, Marcus Flint . . . will be loyal to you for life!"

After finishing speaking, Marcus collapsed on the ground, huddled into a ball, and buried his head in the grass, as if his strength had been sucked out of his body. Moriarty saw tears the size of soybeans falling from his face.

"It's all over, I'll stay and talk to Marcus." Moriarty stopped the little snakes who were still booing, and everyone looked at him curiously, but he didn't say anything else.

After the crowd dispersed, Lilith came, and she pouted at Marcus: "Verbal promises are not very binding, how about an unbreakable oath?"

Moriarty shook his head straight: "I never use that thing to blackmail others. If it is not like-minded, no matter how strong the oath is, it will be broken."

"Then you want to use gentle means to subdue him?" Lilith said intriguingly: "For example~ talk to him?"

"As far as this matter is concerned, you are too aggressive. What are you for?" Moriarty pointed, and the atmosphere between them became a little strange at this moment.

Lilith looked at him for a few seconds, as if she wanted to see something, but those gray eyes were as deep as ever, so she had to give up this plan.

"Okay, okay, I admit it." Lilith tied her hair into a ponytail, and her demeanor changed, "I used this trial to set up a gamble, and I did borrow your fame. Here is a hundred gold Galleons. It's half of what I earn, and I'll give it to you."

She took out a beautiful wallet from her pocket, and then jokingly said: "So how do you know! I guess you have a snuffer? Or are you infected with the habit of goblins who love money?"

Moriarty took it and weighed it a few times, and then gave it back to Lilith. He smiled and said, "Put them in a safe place next time. I can hear the gold coins collide and jingle from afar."

"Thanks, I was amused." Lilith snorted blankly and walked away. She and Jericho were waiting for Moriarty at the far end of the court.

"Now, everyone is gone," Moriarty looked back at Marcus, "come and tell me why you are crying, I order you."

"My mother passed away when I was born. I haven't seen my father smile once since I was born. As long as I can remember, my father has been selling valuable things."

Marcus's voice sounded drained and dry, only his face flushed, he paused, and started talking again.

"I wanted to make Dad happy, but I found out that I couldn't do anything, I wasn't talented, I wasn't smart, I wasn't likable at all, and I didn't want to go to any of the Malfoy or Greengrass balls. play with me.

After I entered Hogwarts, my grades in every subject were terrible. The only thing that made me feel relieved was that I was taller than others. I wanted to be in the team. This was the only thing I could do. When it comes to you and Blanche, I'm jealous of you, and you know the rest. "

"Sounds sympathetic," Moriarty sneered, "but it still can't change your character flaws and shameful bad intentions!"

Marcus trembled and didn't speak, Moriarty said again: "But compared to magic, this is nothing, you still have time to save it.

You know, Marcus, I have a lot of wealth, just give you a little bit, and you can restore the Flint family to its former glory, but what do you need is money? "

"I think so, sir." As soon as money was mentioned, Marcus sat up and said naively, coupled with his tear-stained red face, almost made Moriarty laugh.

"Naive thinking, as if the ancestors of the Flint family were not rich, so where did the wealth go?" Moriarty snorted: "What you should think about is not how to get money, but how to lose money .”

Marcus understood a little bit, and he muttered, "It's all because of the Dark Lord."

"Voldemort? Just like people dare not pronounce his name, he can take away your family's wealth because he is stronger than you, stronger than most people, think about it, improving your strength is what you need to do most thing."

"But I don't know anything." Marcus looked like he was about to cry again.

"Don't worry, I have made a plan for you to become stronger. Next year, when you are in the third grade, you will take the protection of magical animals class!" Moriarty said seriously: "You must study this class with all your strength. Because from this moment on, magical animals will be associated with you for the rest of your life."

Marcus blinked his eyes half-understanding: "Sir, that's all? I thought you would call me and make me do some bad things..."

"Don't worry, Marcus," Moriarty smiled. "If you serve Voldemort, he will teach you fear and evil. If you keep in touch with pure-blood families, the Flint family will be swallowed up." Left, if you vote for Dumbledore, he will teach you the so-called courage and kindness.

But I am different, I will lead you on the road of magic, and lead you to become a qualified wizard, and I don't need you to do anything for me, because as long as you become stronger, you are helping me. "

After hearing so much, Marcus suddenly felt that his brain couldn't move. He scratched his head and said, "I'm sorry sir, but I don't understand."

Moriarty raised his eyebrows. At this moment, he had an intuitive feeling about Sijiao's performance in the Potions class and expressed his understanding.

"I'm talking about getting stronger and improving your strength. It doesn't exactly mean how many spells you have learned and how many enemies you can defeat—I don't ask you to do these things." Moriarty explained patiently: " In fact, I have a dragon egg, and I plan to set up a dragon farm after he hatches."

Marcus opened his mouth wide, but couldn't say a word, Moriarty's face became solemn, and he said: "Listen, I will give you some work, and even let the Flint family manage my raising It's not impossible to use the Dragon Field, but the premise is that you have the ability, Marcus."

"I, I heard, sir." Marcus nodded excitedly, but Moriarty approached him and whispered in his ear: "No one except you and me about the dragon egg I know, before you finish your studies, you'd better not say a word to others, if you let me know that you told your old father or let the news spread everywhere, what do you think you will get?"

Marcus quickly shook his head, and before he could express his loyalty, Moriarty said, "I believe you won't tell, but you also have to guard against malicious prying eyes, such as Legilimency."

"Prefect Leon seems to know Legilimency! And Professor Snape!" Marcus exclaimed, and then explained: "I only support Prefect Leon, and I have no allegiance to him."

"I know, I know," Moriarty's peaceful voice quieted Marcus, and he wiped away the tears, "Professor Snape won't spy on your brain, and as for Leon, I'll find him some There are things to do, so you can study with peace of mind, go to the library to borrow books to read at night."

"Okay, sir." Marcus asked, recovering a bit of anger, "What else do I have to do besides learning about Fantastic Beasts? I mean, there's more I can do."

"In that case, you should remain calm and brave," Moriarty laughed suddenly, "Next I will open the secret room and release the basilisk inside, well, this is another unknown secret, so it is also Your test, see if you can pass."

"What did you say? Snakes, basilisks!?" Marcus's mood, which had been hard to recover, was shattered at this moment.

"Yes," Moriarty said quite easily, "you heard me, so I told you to remain calm and brave."

"Okay, sir." Marcus looked at Moriarty with fear in his eyes.

"Very well, let's go." Moriarty walked towards the castle first, and Marcus followed. On the way, Moriarty told him: "Stop doing those annoying things in the future, you should understand, From the moment you pledged your allegiance to me, you were different from everyone else."

Marcus replied loudly, "I promise, sir!"

At this time, Lilith and Jericho came over, and Jericho knew what happened when he saw Marcus's respectful appearance.

"Following Mr. Moriarty, you will learn a lot, and you will soon discover this, tsk, why do you feel that although you lost, you actually made money!"

He stood on tiptoe with a smile, stretched out an arm around Marcus' neck, relieving the strangeness that Marcus had just joined, as if he was Marcus' senior.

Moriarty glanced at him, and his tone was a little more severe: "Jerico Blanche, come with me."

Jericho noticed that Moriarty called him by his full name, his expression changed, and he followed with his head down.