The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Lilith took out her wand to add a "loud voice" and shouted, "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 brooms with puzzled and shocked expressions on their faces. Moriarty's approach subverted their perception of playing.

After a long time, William came back to his senses. He shouted at the goalkeeper as if he had found a treasure, "Quick serve! Quick!"

Then he shouted to the little snakes in the stands: "From the next ball, you must record every move of Moriarty in detail! Every one! Every game in the future, you must do the same!"

Then things got easier, the trials turned into Moriarty's personal goal show, and the students burst into applause for each goal.

Marcus flew in despair. He witnessed all of Moriarty's wonderful goals. Knowing that he was going to lose, he shed tears silently.

There was no suspense in the trials. In the remaining 40 minutes, Moriarty scored 80 goals at a rate of 1 goal in 30 seconds, and the number of goals between the two was fixed at 82. one!

Some students exclaimed exaggeratedly, and they began to call Moriarty a "goal machine."

However, Lilith always objected, she said, "It's a shining meteor! Shine!"

Dozens of other academy players, including Gryffindor's Charlie and newly minted second-year goalkeeper Oliver Wood, held their hair and let out a whimper.

The trials were over, 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 pulled him in front of Moriarty.

Marcus didn't resist at all. He fell to the ground with tears streaming down his face. The little snakes didn't show any sympathy for him, but instead coaxed and mocked him.

"Hey, it's him!"

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

"I think he must regret it. Why can't he get along with Mr. Moriarty."

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

After speaking, Marcus seemed to have been drained of all his strength, collapsed to the ground, shrank into a ball, and buried his head in the grass. Moriarty saw pea-sized tears falling from his face.

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

After the crowd dispersed, Lilith came. She pouted to Marcus: "A verbal promise doesn't have much binding force, how about an unbreakable oath?"

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

"Then you want to subdue him by gentle means?" Lilith said intriguingly, "For example, talk to him?"

"As far as this matter is concerned, you are too positive. What are you doing?" Moriarty meant something, 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." Lilith tied her hair into a ponytail and her temperament changed, "I used this trial to open a betting table, and I did borrow your fame. There are one hundred gold Galleons here. It's half of what I earned, and it's all for you."

She took out an exquisite wallet from her pocket, and said jokingly, "So how did you know that! I guess you have a sniffler? Or are you infected with the habit of fairies who love money?"

Moriarty took it and weighed it a few times before returning it to Lilith. He smiled and said, "The next time I put them in a safe place, I will hear the gold coins colliding all the way and making a clanging sound."

"Thank you, I was amused." Lilith snorted expressionlessly and walked away, she and Jericho were waiting for Moriarty in the far side of the court.

"Now, everyone is gone," Moriarty looked back at Marcus, "Come and tell me why you cried, I order you."

"My mother died when I was born. I haven't seen my father smile once since I was born. From as long as I can remember, my father has been selling valuables in the seller."

Marcus's voice sounded as if his soul had been taken away, dry, only his face turned red, he paused, and began to speak again.

"I wanted to make my dad happy, only to find I couldn't do anything, I wasn't talented, I wasn't smart, I wasn't likeable at all, and no one wanted to go to a Malfoy or Greenglass ball every time. play with me.

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

"It sounds very sympathetic," Moriarty sneered: "But it still can't change your character flaws and shameful bad intentions!"

Marcus shivered and didn't speak, Moriarty added, "But compared to magic, it's nothing, you still have time to save.

Do you know Marcus, I have a lot of wealth. If I give you a little bit, I can restore the Flint family to its former glory, but do you need money? "

"I think so, sir." When he mentioned the money, Marcus sat up and said naively, and with his big red face with tears in it, Moriarty almost laughed.

"Naive thinking, it seems that the Flint family's ancestors have never been 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, 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 know nothing." 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 your third grade, you will take the protection of magical animals as an elective!" Moriarty said seriously: "You must study this course with all your strength, Because from this moment, Fantastic Beasts will be linked to your life."

Marcus blinked his eyes half-understood: "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're loyal to Voldemort, he will teach you fear and evil. If you stay with the pureblood family, the Flint family will be swallowed up. Left, if you turn to Dumbledore, he will teach you so-called courage and kindness.

I am different. I will take you on the road of magic and lead you to become a qualified wizard. 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 mind couldn't turn, 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 and understanding of St. John's performance in the Potions class.

"I'm talking about getting stronger and improving 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 this." Moriarty explained patiently: " In fact, I have a dragon egg, and I'm going to set up a dragon farm when he breaks out of the shell."

Marcus opened his mouth wide, but could not say a word, Moriarty's face became solemn, and he said, "You hear me, I will give you some work, and even let the Flint family manage my support. Dragon Field is not impossible, provided you have that ability, Marcus."

"I-I heard, sir." Marcus nodded excitedly, but Moriarty approached him and whispered in his ear: "No one but you and me about the dragon egg. You know, you'd better not say a word to anyone until you finish your studies, what do you think you'll get if you let me know you told your old father or let the news fly?"

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

"Prefect Leon seems to know Legilimency! And Professor Snape!" Marcus exclaimed, then explained: "I just support Prefect Leon, not allegiance to him."

"I know, I know," Moriarty's peaceful voice quieted Marcus as he wiped away the tears, "Professor Snape won't pry into your brain, and as for Leon, I'll get him some. There are things to do, so you can study with confidence, and go to the library to borrow books at night.”

"Okay, sir." Marcus recovered a little bit of anger~www.NovelMTL.com~ He asked, "Apart from studying magical animals? What else can I do? I mean, I can do more."

"In this case, keep 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? Snake, Basilisk!?" Marcus's finally recovered mood was shattered at this moment.

"Yes," Moriarty said quite easily: "You heard it, so I asked you to remain calm and brave."

"Okay, sir." Marcus looked at Moriarty with fear.

"Very well, let's go," Moriarty took the lead towards the castle, Marcus followed, on the way, Moriarty told him: "Don't do those annoying things in the future, you should understand, From the moment you pledged allegiance to me, you were different from everyone else."

Marcus answered loudly: "I promise, sir!"

At this time, Lilith and Jericho came over, and Jericho looked at Marcus respectfully and knew what was going on.

"Following Mr. Moriarty, you will learn a lot, and you will soon find out, tsk, how do you feel that although you lost, you actually earned!"

He grinned and stood on tiptoe, stretched out an arm around Marcus' neck, soothing the rustiness that Marcus had just joined, as if he was Marcus' senior.

Moriarty glanced at him and said a little more sternly: "Jerico Blanche, come with me."

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

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