The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

"If it wasn't for you, why would Prefect William cancel the Quidditch trials? You dare not have a fair fight with me! Do you think you can scare me with a powerful spell? In fact, you dare not be with me at all. Contest on the Quidditch field!"

Marcus yelled the words out at the top of his voice, and more and more snakes entered the common room, including William.

"I remember I said that if anyone has any objections to Mr. Moriarty and Jericho becoming players, let him come to me!" William said with a livid face: "The seventh grade prefects have the right to deduct points from the academy. Marcus Flint! Ten points will be deducted from Slytherin House for your ignorance and bastard!"

"Also, Leon Minchum!" William looked for Leon in the crowd of onlookers, "I know your time is tight - who isn't, so I omitted the Quidditch trials, now, our precious The time was ruined by Marcus Flint!

You have to take responsibility for this matter. Arrange a tryout for the two of them before this afternoon. If you can't do it, you can lead Flint to fight against Gryffindor! "

Leon's face was gloomy and terrifying. Marcus had always been his staunch supporter, and he couldn't ignore this matter, otherwise his authority would dissipate completely.

He first walked up to Moriarty and said, "Please believe me, I didn't order Flint and Ralpo to do this to you."

Moriarty knew Leon didn't, Leon wouldn't be so stupid and impulsive.

"But it's meaningless to say anything now. Flint chose to challenge me on Quidditch. Very good. Let's make an agreement that all grievances will end with this trial!" Moriarty said loudly.

"I agree! But I have to add one more thing," Marcus said with a grin, showing his crooked front teeth, "The loser gives everything to the winner! If you lose, you have to give me everything you have! Including your knowledge, your wealth, and your wand! How dare you come, boy!"

"Flint!" Even Leon thought he was too much this time. There was an unwritten rule in Slytherin that no matter how the students fought, it had nothing to do with the families behind them.

Marcus' request clearly violated this rule, and Leon could no longer favor him.

"Marcus Flint! Don't even think about it!" A stern voice came from behind the crowd, and for a moment the little snakes thought that Professor McGonagall was coming.

But the person who came was Lilith. She was fully dressed and walked over. The seriousness on her face and the domineering flashes in her eyes made her look like she was carrying an unstoppable aura.

"Don't think we don't know what your plan is. What's left of the Flint family? Empty airs! Only your father is struggling to support it. If you lose, what can you offer Mr. Moriarty?"

Lilith walked between Moriarty and Marcus, staring at Marcus: "Let me remind you, listen, there are more than 700 methods of fouling in Quidditch games so far, although magic The Sports Division has never made it public, but I happen to know one of them:

Five hundred years ago, a French player and the most famous Italian player at that time had a bet on a Quidditch match. They agreed that the winner would receive the eternal allegiance of the loser! In the end the French player won and he demanded that the Italian players lose to him in the World Cup. Everyone knows what happened next. It was considered a foul for the national team players to make a private bet.

but! Why don't we reopen this bet? This is only fair! "

"Good idea, I agree!" Moriarty was thinking about how to subdue the Flint family, and Lilith handed him a perfect reason, but Moriarty noticed the cunning in Lilith's eyes, as if she had other ideas Intend?

Marcus was irritated by Lilith, he kept nodding his head: "Okay, fine, then boy, if I lose you will get my allegiance! If I win, I will let you stand in front of the whole school Take off your clothes in front of you, and then run to the alley by yourself!"

After he finished speaking, he left without looking back, Leon ignored him, promised in front of everyone that the trials would be arranged this afternoon, and then went to Teacher Si for approval.

In the afternoon, all the Slytherin players came out, with their brooms and protective gear, and of course, all kinds of balls.

Marcus is in his uniform and braces, which makes him look bigger again, and is holding the Nimbus 1700 that Leon lent him.

And William also lent his Nimbus 1700 to Moriarty. After getting dressed, Moriarty and the players came to the Quidditch pitch.

This is a very wide oval court with a small circle about two feet in diameter in the center, from which all the balls will be released after the game starts.

At both ends of the court, there are three goalposts of different heights, which are the scoring areas.

Surrounding the stadium were the viewing platforms of the four colleges, which were full of students. It was unknown who had publicized the incident, and all the students who had no classes in the afternoon came to watch.

At this time, Leon said the rules of the selection competition: "Listen well, since the two of you are competing for the chaser, the golden snitch will not be released. The game time is one hour. Within one hour, whoever scores the most goals among you , whoever is the winner!"

Moriarty saw Marcus smiling sinisterly at him, yes, this was what he planned with Leon, Marcus knew that he was not Moriarty's opponent in the competition for the Seeker, so he chose Chaser.

There was a loud hiss from the students in the stands, with Gryffindor making the most noise.

This made William glared at Leon fiercely, and Leon rode on the broom and flew into the sky as if nothing had happened. Who told them not to agree on the specific details of the competition in advance!

Marcus thought so too, he laughed and flew into the sky, turned around and challenged Moriarty: "Come on boy, let me teach you that a qualified chaser needs more than just speed !"

"Before becoming a qualified ball chaser, you'd better learn to be a qualified wizard first." Moriarty replied casually to Marcus, and easily flew into the sky.

Once the players were in position - and there was also a goalkeeper behind the opposite goal, which was more symbolic than practical - Leon blew the whistle to start the trials.

A black iron Bludger and a red Quaffle flew out of the small circle, and Marcus flew out first. He successfully got the Quaffle, flew to the opposite goal, and threw the ball in hard.

Marcus scored a goal! He jeered Moriarty loudly, but soon the ball was thrown by the goalkeeper.

Marcus was determining the flight route of the ball, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a silver shadow rushing past!

Moriarty was hanging on the broom, holding the handle of the broom tightly with both hands and feet, using both hands and feet to make the broom spin, which greatly increased the speed!

He was as fast as a spinning cannonball, and before Marcus knew it, the Quaffle had entered the goal.

Moriarty scored!

Screams erupted from the stands, and Lilith said to the people around her, "Did you see that? He really looks like a shining meteor!"

Jericho is thinking back to Moriarty's trick. Moriarty improved the sloth to hug the tree and make it suitable for chasing the ball and scoring.

After the world-class skills were displayed, Marcus's face was ashen, and the Quaffle was thrown out again. Marcus stared at Moriarty, leaning forward, as if waiting for Moriarty to fly away and knock him down !

But the difference in starting speed between the two was more than a notch, and Marcus could only look at Moriarty's back and rage, and he yelled at a batter, "Why don't you hit him with a Bludger. "

"Pay attention to your attitude." The batter said lazily without looking at him.

Marcus turned his head bitterly, Moriarty scored the second ball, at this time another batsman flew over, he was also a supporter of Leon, and he said a few words to Marcus , Marcus grinned.

Moriarty saw this scene and said amusedly, "Has no one told you about your teeth? It's like a Whomping Willow growing in your mouth."

"Wait! I'll kill you!" Marcus snorted angrily.

The third ball was thrown, Moriarty flew out, and Marcus flew towards the goal.

Moriarty, holding the Quaffle, noticed a Bludger hitting him in the back.

Marcus also flew in front of the goal. He flew back and forth, as if preparing to intercept Moriarty.

Moriarty flew up and down in a wavy flight path, undulating, but the Bludger seemed to have eyes, and followed Moriarty firmly.

Jericho slammed his fist on the railing angrily: "They must have cast a spell on the Bludger to make the Bludger lock onto Mr. Moriarty!"

"Boy! Go down by yourself, or you will be smashed to death, or fall to death!" Marcus smiled confidently.

Moriarty smiled at him too, took the handle of the broom with one hand, put his foot on the broom, and stood up! On the broom!

Exclamations and cheers erupted from the stands, and Marcus suddenly found Moriarty flying towards him!

Moriarty held the Quaffle with his right hand, and stepped on the broom like a skateboard. Just when he was about to hit Marcus, he exerted force on his feet, controlled the broom to slide down, and swooped down towards the ground!

And the Bludger behind him changed direction with difficulty, and barely flew past Marcus's scalp, continuing to chase Moriarty.

The move exposed the Bludger's control, and the students spotted the sweaty batsman, who gritted his teeth and yelled, "Damn Flint! Move!"

But Marcus was paralyzed with fright, and he sat on the broom with blank eyes.

The students didn't want to see their farce, because Moriarty was almost on the ground before he picked up his broom and flew upwards.

He pulled the bludger more than ten meters away. In theory, the bludger could no longer pose a threat to him, but Moriarty wanted to teach the batter a lesson.

Moriarty flew diagonally below the goal, waiting for the Bludger to fly over, and when he saw the right moment, he threw the Quaffle hard—not aimed at the goal, but at the Bludger!

With a bang, the Quaffle collided with the Bludger. Due to the angle and force, the Bludger fell quickly. The hitter could no longer control the Bludger. Dropping the broom, Leon flew over to catch him.

"Boom!"

The Bludger landed hard and the Quaffle bounced into the goal at a tricky angle.

The students opened their mouths wide, and it took a long time to realize that there was a roar of cheers like a tsunami!