The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 186 You call this an inspection? (Please subscribe!)

"Thank you, senior!" "Thank you, buddy!" The young wizards expressed their gratitude and kept the blessings in their hearts as they went to collect their gifts.

Watching Roman and his friends mingling happily with the students, Moriarty smiled faintly: "A man is a boy until he dies."

Lilith tilted her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling. "It's hard not to agree with you, but I think women do too, don't they?"

"Pretending to be profound."

Moriarty rolled his eyes at Lilith. He was at least 30 years old in his mind. What about Lilith?

She's such a little rascal. But she always insists on acting like an adult.

Lilith snorted and turned away.

At this moment, Roman and the other players, led by Ludo, came to Dumbledore.

"I welcome you home with great joy. I hope and believe you will feel comfortable and happy here," Dumbledore said with a smile to Roman and the others.

Ludo immediately replied, "They will, of course they will."

Roman and the man with the afro exchanged a glance; they were both Durmstrang graduates. However, they didn't say anything.

"Mr. Moriarty!" Ludo left Dumbledore and walked towards the Dream Team with a friendly smile on his face.

"Sir, we meet again. Last time we met you said we would have a collaboration, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly—it's like time has turned back, and I've returned to my days as a professional gamer."

Ludo extended both hands, seemingly wanting to shake hands firmly with Moriarty, but Moriarty extended his left hand and gently shook it, saying, "Mr. Ludo, I think you've already realized that you've made a fortune by cooperating with me."

"Ah, ah, yes." Ludo knew Moriarty had discovered his secret gambling operation, and said sheepishly, "Thanks to you. Please don't say it in public, sir."

Moriarty noticed the panic in Ludo's eyes and decided to ignore him for now. He walked past Ludo and headed toward Roman.

Roman also saw Moriarty and walked over, with the afro-haired guy and the others following behind.

Meanwhile, Dream Team players such as Jericho and Leon followed closely behind Moriarty.

Apart from the Ravenclaw goalkeeper, all the Dream Team players have combat experience.

They did not deliberately create a sense of menace during their unified operation.

Roman's eyes narrowed immediately; such an aggressive Quidditch team was a rare sight.

In the world championships, the Dream Team alone, with its sheer momentum, would be considered a top team, especially with Moriarty on top of that...

He squinted at Moriarty, and those eternally deep gray eyes made him gasp.

The Dream Team's strength is probably far more than what it has shown, and it is very likely that they are comparable to the World Cup semi-finalists!

Roman was startled when the idea came to him. Wouldn't comparing them to the top four mean they would lose the game?

Roman quickly shook his head, banishing his wild thoughts.

What he didn't know was that his teammates also had their own thoughts.

Red Nose thought to himself: It seems that the rumor is true. The one who wiped out the Quinlan vampires was not Lockhart, but a group of purebloods led by Moriarty!

The magician pursed his lips, revealing an enigmatic smile, and licked his lips as if savoring a delicious meal.

Moriarty and Roman faced each other. Although Moriarty was tall among the students, he was still much shorter than Roman, who was 186cm tall.

However, Moriarty's imposing presence was not affected by his height at all. The Dream Team he led was like the rising sun in the morning, like a sword drawn from its sheath, fiery and dazzling.

Jericho held his head high, his slightly upturned lips seeming to say, "You are all my brother's defeated foe!"

Leon scrutinized him, because in his view, Roman was an Englishman who had chosen to enroll at Durmstrang.

What pure-blooded traitor?

Oh no, more likely a mixed-race traitor?!

Charlie hadn't cut his hair since the start of the school year, which gave him long hair like a lion's mane.

At this moment, his face and hair were as red as his hair, reflecting the sunlight to form a fiery red color, making him look like a fiery lion standing there!

The Ravenclaw goalkeeper stood next to Charlie. He was strong and muscular, but wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He stretched out his fingers to push the glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, back up onto the bridge of his nose, and his eyes gleamed.

Marcus stood like an iron tower protecting Moriarty, or like a small, fully armed giant, with a serious, reserved yet unrestrained expression.

Tonks changed his hair to the same gray as Moriarty's and stood next to Moriarty, staring intently at Roman and the others with his big eyes.

Judging from her expression, Roman and the others had no doubt that she would pull out her wand and give each of them a Tarantella dance or a tooth-and-stick dance in the next moment.

Basically, I was just waiting to see them make a fool of themselves.

This girl is a formidable character.

Roman and his teammates all thought so.

The others are difficult to deal with too!

Are they really students?

The man with the afro, the red nose, the magician, and the others exchanged a glance, shook their heads, and smiled wryly.

Roman glanced at his teammates out of the corner of his eye.

The team members understood their captain's meaning, and their demeanor changed instantly.

Unlike the Dream Team's youthful vigor, the National Team possesses a profound and imposing presence, while also being adept at controlling their emotions and unpredictable in their actions.

This reminded Moriarty and his players of what they had read in the materials—the England national team is known for its unpredictable style of play.

"Captain Roman, I look forward to our match. You may not know this, but after this match, there is a very high chance that I will join you and work together to strive for the World Cup next year."

So don't let me down! This match isn't just a contest between the Dream Team and the national team, it's also my test of you!

Moriarty raised his head and gazed intently at Roman.

The people around were stunned. What had they just heard?

Moriarty told the national team not to let him down!

Moriarty is scouting Roman!

Moriarty joins the England national team!

We also want to qualify for the World Cup!

The professors exchanged bewildered glances, while the students gaped in disbelief. This person was actually my classmate? How could something like this happen to someone I know?

Merlin! What kind of being have I encountered?

Head of the Slytherin family, a Transfiguration genius, a master of spells, an alchemist, incredibly wealthy, founder of the Hermes Society, and leader of the Hogwarts pure-blood army!

Moriarty has too many titles and accolades to list, and now he's going to add "youngest professional player of all time" to that list?

Considering Moriarty's assertive personality, perhaps "the youngest national team captain in history" would be a more fitting title!

Many young wizards thought so, and they began to believe that Moriarty was Merlin reincarnated!

Not to mention them, even Jericho and others didn't know that Moriarty had joined the British national team.

"Is this true, sir?" Jericho and Marcus exchanged a joyful glance.

The two of them were the first to come to their senses and were happy for Moriarty.

"It's true. I had a long talk with Mr. Moriarty, and I invited him to join the national team! I'm very proud." Ludo walked over and said in a strong voice, his eyes full of flattery as he looked at Moriarty.

well.

It seems my earlier coldness had an effect.

Moriarty gave Ludo a perfunctory nod, his eyes fixed on Roman.

Ludo added, "Your father also knows that Mr. Moriarty has joined the national team, Blanco."

Jericho understood and exclaimed, "It was the time the three of you met!"

Ludo smiled smugly, but Roman looked him straight in the eye: "Why didn't you tell me?"

Anger flashed in Roman's eyes.

When we arrived, you told me this was not just a competition, but also an evaluation?

Hmm, an inspection?

If someone else had said that, even Max from the US team, Roman wouldn't have felt such a strong aversion.

But Moriarty?

Is he 12 years old?

A 12-year-old is testing me? Or testing us?

Roman and his teammates felt insulted!

Ludo also felt that Moriarty was a bit domineering, and that he hadn't been informed before leaking the information.

But then he thought about Moriarty's "star-making plan" that he had mentioned during the summer vacation, and about the glittering Galleons.

Between Roman and Moriarty, Ludo decisively chose Moriarty; the golden gin is truly delicious!

"Yes, I didn't tell you, but you should know—my dear captain, this news hasn't been announced, nobody knows." Ludo blinked and shrugged innocently.

"But that's against the rules," Roman said, somewhat indignantly. "If you join the national team, you'll be breaking too many rules!"

Roman glared at Ludo, then stared intently at Moriarty.

"The wizards who break the rules and the wizards who make the rules are always the same group of people."

Moriarty was outspoken, and he was always assertive when it came to politics.

"No one will refuse victory, so they won't refuse me."

Faced with overwhelming power, even rules and laws will change for you; I believe you will soon realize this.

Moriarty switched the staff to his right hand and extended his left hand to Roman.

Not everyone is qualified to be my teammate, not everyone has the opportunity to play with me, and not everyone can share the glory of victory with me!

And I have given you an opportunity through this competition; whether you seize it or not depends on you and your team.

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