The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 182 Hogwarts Dream Team VS Great Britain National Team!

Moriarty won three matches, completing the "Preparing for the World Cup (1)" mission issued by the system, and gained 10 points and ten years of magic.

He also received a letter from Ludo.

"Dear Mr. Moriarty, after watching the three Slytherin matches, Captain Roman praised you highly. He had a very high opinion of you, Jericho Branch, and your leadership of the Slytherin team!"

Roman even had a bold idea: he said he found that Hogwarts had far too many talented players, and with a little experience, they could all stand on their own.

So why can't you guys form a team?

Roman claims he can find you a perfect opponent. Yes, that's right, you might have guessed it. How about the England national team?

A professional team led by Roman will face off against the Hogwarts dream team!

What do you think, Mr. Moriarty?

Your loyal partner, Ludo Bagman.

Moriarty put down the letter and smiled slightly.

Playing a Quidditch match against the national team would only bring benefits, not harms; his star-making plan can begin ahead of schedule.

Moriarty agreed to Roman's proposal and wrote back, agreeing to hold the dream match on Friday afternoon.

Little did he know that Ludo was overjoyed upon receiving his letter, and he picked up his quill pen and began writing to Roman.

"Respected Roman, our captain."

After the Slytherin match, Moriarty Slytherin praised you highly!

He told me that he had specially assembled a luxurious Hogwarts dream team.

He had assembled four of the academy's top players under his command—yes, he claimed he had a bold idea:

This provided England with an excellent warm-up opponent before the World Cup.

That's right, by now you should be wondering, what about the Hogwarts Dream Team?

What do you think, Captain Roman?

Your loyal partner, Ludo Bagman.

After writing the last word, Ludo put down his quill. He knew Roman would agree to the contest—Roman was an arrogant wizard.

Ludo looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, a smug smile spreading across his face, revealing his true nature as a cunning businessman.

Two letters with largely the same content resolved a dream match. Simple as that!

Haha, Moriarty, Roman, it's not as difficult as you think, is it? It's all a routine.

Okay, okay, I need to hurry to the Daily Prophet's office and have them publish this news as soon as possible!

Ludo's smile never faded. He mailed the letter, grabbed a handful of Floo Powder, and headed to Diagon Alley.

Seeing that the sky outside the window was getting dark, he couldn't help but lament that no one had run errands for him; he didn't even have a house-elf.

"This time I'm going to make a fortune! First, I'll open a betting platform, and the first money I make will be used to buy a house-elf! Hmph!"

As Ludo arrived at Diagon Alley, he received a reply from Roman, and as he expected, Roman agreed to the match.

However, the letter said that Roman's teammates would not be back for another week, and they hoped the match would be postponed to next Friday.

Ludo acted as a messenger, this time explaining the situation to Moriarty and agreeing on the exact time of the match with both sides.

November 11, 1989, Friday, 9:00 AM.

The news was met with great enthusiasm in the British magical community.

Quidditch holds a place in the hearts of wizards equivalent to football, the number one sport in the Muggle world.

If the national team represents the dreams of most wizards, then the Hogwarts school team represents youth.

A news report about a competition has once again awakened the wizards' nostalgia for their youth, touching the softest part of their hearts—their love for Hogwarts.

Wizards discovered that just as the buzz surrounding Moriarty's charges against him by the French Ministry of Magic was dying down, Moriarty's name appeared once again in the Daily Prophet.

But may Merlin protect you.

Reporting Moriarty playing Quidditch is much better than reporting Moriarty hitting someone.

So people habitually shifted the topic to Quidditch matches, including a series of issues such as the players, spectators, referees, the playing field, and the brooms.

In fact, Ludo has been shuttling between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic countless times recently, discussing the above issues with the school and officials.

After several discussions and negotiations, and with the consent of both teams, Ludo published the match details in the newspaper.

Wizards gathered in groups in Diagon Alley, eagerly buying and reading the latest Daily Prophet.

"1. Competition time: 9:00 AM on November 11, 1989."

2. Venue: Hogwarts Stadium.

3. Referee: Peteris, a renowned British referee who has been called up for the World Cup in Europe.

3. Given that this competition is a warm-up and guidance match, spectators will not be allowed to attend.

Hogwarts students can enter the stands to watch the games using their wands, and the Daily Prophet will record it in real time.

4...

The third one, damn it!

The wizards angrily threw down their newspapers, loudly demanding to know why they couldn't go to the game in person.

No official response has been made to this.

When the news reached Hogwarts, Moriarty gave a cold laugh.

He was holding a meeting with the players in the classroom occupied by the QC club, and the players looked up when they heard the sneer.

"I've terrified the Ministry of Magic; they're even afraid to let the public watch the games, to prevent news of the national team losing from getting out!"

Moriarty said to his players, "Jellicoe, Leon, Tonks, Marcus, Charlie... they are almost the best group of players since Hogwarts was founded."

Now they are all under Moriarty's command, and with them, plus Moriarty's intellect, Moriarty is confident of defeating Roman's national team!

Clearly, the players think so too.

They leaned back comfortably in their chairs, Jericho with a pudding popsicle dangling from his mouth, and said nonchalantly, "How can the Ministry of Magic not be afraid? Look at what you've done in the last two years."

Last year's collaboration with Mr. Lockhart on the novel, The Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin; this year's bet, the wand set, and the Eiffel Tower!

Which of these things wouldn't terrify the Ministry of Magic? Good buddy, those politicians definitely have to be wary of you!

Leon and Marcus laughed. The more the Ministry of Magic feared Moriarty, the more secure their family's position would be!

Tonks slammed his hand on the table: "Alright, alright, our focus shouldn't be on the Ministry of Magic, but on the national team, okay?"

Didn't you notice that the specific names of the players from both sides were not released?

This means we don't know who Roman will send to fight!

"Well, that's bad news," Charlie said with a smile. "But there's also good news."

He deliberately kept them hanging, not saying a word. When everyone looked at him, Charlie cleared his throat: "Roman is definitely going to start. He's taken one spot, so we still have six players left to choose from."

Tonks raised his hand and threw a copy of "The Quidditch Team of Britain and Ireland" at Charlie's face with a sharp "smack".

"Full of nonsense." Tonks clapped his hands in disdain.

Jericho and Marcus burst out laughing: "The senior is so cool!"

Charlie touched his nose and looked at Moriarty, saying, "Sir, I urge you to carefully consider your romantic partner. At the very least, a girl like Tonks is not suitable; she's not cut out for dating."

"Who says I'm not suitable?" Tonks glared at Charlie, then turned to Moriarty with a beaming smile and said gently, "Junior, you..."

But she was interrupted before she could finish speaking. The classroom door was pushed open by a force, and a thick stack of parchment floated into the classroom. Lilith followed behind with light steps and walked in.

Seeing the scene in the classroom, she blinked and said innocently, "Did I come at the wrong time?"

Tonks rolled his eyes. "Not only was it inappropriate, but I suspect you were eavesdropping outside, and then you deliberately barged in just as I got to the important part!"

"It's alright, what are you doing?" Moriarty started talking to Lilith, tapping the half-person-high parchment and looking at Lilith with a puzzled expression.

"Ahem," Lilith raised her little face, and said with a hint of smugness, "Listen up, everyone listen up~"

I know the Ministry of Magic hasn't released your opponents' information, so I specifically asked Uncle Barty to find the national team players' information! It's information on every single player!

Hey, what are you doing?!

Before Jericho and the other boys could finish speaking, they rushed over, snatched the documents, and began reading them with their heads down!

Lilith pursed her lips, sighed, and said to Moriarty, "Fine, it seems you don't welcome me. I'm leaving. Best of luck—don't forget to invite me to the victory celebration!"

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