The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

"Yes, sir." Jericho became serious, picked up the information and read: "The magician is 33 years old this year. This age is a bit old for professional players, but his physical fitness and technology have never lagged behind others. .

According to the data, many well-known media, including the "Daily Prophet" and "Paris Times", interviewed the magician and asked him the secret of maintaining vitality.

He claimed he was a magician and that Quidditch didn't allow any wizards to use magic, so he did it on himself.

He didn't play for any professional teams, but was called up to two World Cups as a Chaser.

There are 236 goals. This number may not be as good as the explosive head, but the magician only played 16 games. "

Jericho looked at everyone with meaningful eyes.

"Also, Magic has no foul record and has not been fouled.

The players who played against him said that they couldn't catch up with the magician at all. Sometimes they saw the magician flying in front, but they couldn't even touch a piece of his clothes. "

Jericho put down the materials and sat down on the chair.

"My opponent is mysterious and powerful, like a Yunwushan man hiding in the dark," Jericho spread his hands, with a serious tone: Do you think he is a magician part-time professional player, or a part-time professional player? magician? "

"I think you're making a fuss over a molehill." Leon picked up the magician's information with disdain, "In my eyes, his behavior can only be described in one word."

"What?" Jericho raised an eyebrow.

"Don't tell me, I'll guess." Charlie raised his mouth and said, "Monster?"

"No!" Leon said loudly, "Joker!"

He raised his face and said to the crowd, "Magician? No, he's a clown!"

Jericho chuckled and threw a stack of A4 papers to Leon: "Do you think you are more authoritative than the official? The seals of countless authoritative organizations on this prove the authenticity of the magician."

Hearing this, Leon's face became serious. He picked it up and glanced at it, then threw the paper on the table: "What? A certificate from the Muggle government! I laughed so hard, the magician has an official certificate from the Muggle world. What is the use?"

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Pieces of parchment flew to the table to be stacked, and it turned out that Moriarty had cast a little magic.

"Stop arguing, listen to me, I have a different view on this magician." Moriarty said with a smile in his eyes, "Magicians use magic in the Muggle world, but claim it to be magic.

As his fame expanded, the Muggle government noticed him, and the Muggle Prime Minister knew about the existence of the wizarding world.

I think he must have somehow tricked the Muggle government into thinking he was using magic instead of magic.

Then things became easier, and he easily obtained these certificates. "

Moriarty picked up a certificate with the "Official Seal of the Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland" and showed a playful smile.

"With the endorsement of the Muggle government, the magician disguises himself as a real master of magic. He uses magic under the guise of using magic—of course, he will not be too ostentatious, otherwise it will be easy to be seen through.

He must be good at wandless and silent casting, but he's a pretty good liar anyway. "

Moriarty thought of Lockhart, the same deceitful trick, if Lockhart and the magician meet together, the sparks will definitely not be small.

At the same moment, a magician with long black hair, wearing a white leather coat and a pair of crocodile leather boots walked out of London Heathrow Airport sleepily.

"Dididi! Dididi!"

A sharp and piercing bell rang from the right pocket of the fur coat.

The magician's expression became serious in an instant. He took out a cuboid like a black brick from his right pocket and put it on his ear.

A deep voice came from the dark cuboid: "Did it land?"

"Ah, boss. I just got off the plane." The magician rubbed his eyes, squinted his eyes and looked up into the sky, and the sunlight made him close his eyes immediately. There was a moment of trance."

The voice in the black cuboid seemed to be choking. After a while, the guy called boss gritted his teeth and said, "It's noon in England, be serious! Otherwise, you'll sink to the Mediterranean Sea to feed the sharks."

The magician didn't care about the threat, and teased, "Well, well, don't worry, boss. I'll go to the Ministry of Magic first, meet up with my teammates, and then take a nap to beat the jet lag."

"Beep beep..." A busy voice came from the dark cuboid.

"Boss is dead," the magician was taken aback, and then put the things in his hand back into his pockets. Feeling that the leather jacket became heavy, he curled his lips and muttered in a light ironic tone: "The alchemy phone, something organized , Tsk, always unreliable."

The magician crossed the road and street. He gave everyone a £100 coupon and said to passers-by with a smile: "At eight o'clock in the evening on November 21, I will perform at the Magic and Wonderful House in London."

But few people were interested in him, and the coupons were thrown on the ground casually.

"Swipe, swipe, swipe..."

The coupon turned into a large pile of playing cards, covering up the figure of the magician. When the playing cards were scattered, passers-by discovered that the magician had disappeared.

"Snapped!"

The magician apparated outside the Ministry of Magic, entered the main hall of the Ministry of Magic through the telephone booth, took the elevator to the third floor, and found the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch Union, which he had visited countless times.

He pushed the door open, and there was a big table inside, surrounded by a circle of wizards, all of whom were his teammates.

"Uncle is finally here." A burly wizard greeted the magician. He had distinctive features, and his nose was as red as lipstick.

The magician pointed his finger at his nose, "Red nose, blue nose, green nose and black nose, which color do you think it is this time?"

"Heh," the corner of the red nose's mouth grinned, "I cast an eternal charm on my nose, I like my red nose."

"Please feel free," said the magician without looking back, and he walked up to the Afro and greeted him like a black man.

The two touched palms, and the afro smiled and said, "Hey, you're here."

"Hey, how are you?"

"Brother, how are you?"

"Hey, listen up, this is 100% grass-fed Japanese Kobe beef, would you like some?"

Afro picked up the silver plate in front of him and handed it to the magician.

"Wow! Who bought it for you?" The magician joked: "I know that all the money you earn from playing basketball is used for rap concerts. Where did you get Gallon to buy top-quality beef?"

"Obviously, it's our Director Ludo's treat." The explosive head shrugged.

"Tsk tsk, a powerful official of the Ministry of Magic," the magician sighed inexplicably, and suddenly thought: "How about I hold a magic show in the Ministry of Magic?"

"It's okay, buddy." Roman said, "That's all for reminiscing about the old days, everyone sit down.

Our opponents this time are quite difficult. Although the official claim is a warm-up match and a guidance match, don't underestimate them, I told you in advance! "

"Peter, send them the information." Roman gestured to his deputy team. After the team members got the information, Roman's face was full of unprecedented seriousness.

Afro, Red Nose and others looked at each other. The last time Roman showed such an expression was on the eve of the World Cup match against the US team.

Could it be that in the captain's mind, the strength of the Hogwarts dream team is comparable to that of the American team?

"Let's look at the first person, the captain of the Hogwarts dream team, Moriarty Slytherin!" Roman looked around: "The current head of the famous Slytherin, I think you are familiar with it."

"Ah, ah, that's right! I personally admire him very much." The magician said with a smile, with a thought-provoking flash in his eyes.

At the same time that the national team was analyzing the Hogwarts dream team, Moriarty had finished analyzing the opponents, and they chose a tall and tall Ravenclaw seventh-year boy as the dream team from among the many players. goalkeeper of the team.