The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 188 A Battle of Wits: Moriarty's New Skill

They saw Moriarty and Roman fly to a height of 100 feet and still not slow down. The flying broomsticks went higher and higher, and the two of them squeezed together on the broomsticks, competing with each other and pushing each other with their shoulders.

"Moriarty? You're quite strong. Are you really... 12 years old?"

During another collision, Roman said to Moriarty.

"I strongly suspect you've used some kind of dark magic, and that an old witch or wizard is hiding inside you?"

"Let's talk about this after the match." Moriarty once again lifted the broom head, leaned forward, and soared into the higher sky!

Roman, not to be outdone, made the same move while trying to sway Moriarty's resolve with words.

"You're quick, but rushing too fast will overwhelm the flying broom. Aren't you worried about it? It's your partner, your comrade, your..."

Roman suddenly shut his mouth because he realized it had no effect at all. Moriarty was completely unaffected, flying into the sky at an incredible speed without changing his expression.

200 feet!

300 feet!

higher!

Ludo's voice trembled slightly: "Moriarty and Roman flew to an altitude of at least 350 feet, but there wasn't even a trace of the Golden Snitch! How long are those two going to keep going?"

The cheers have stopped, and fans from both sides are worried for them. Falling from that height could really kill them!

Dumbledore stood up, and Fawkes, unusually, hovered above his head.

"Whoa, whoa!" Ludo suddenly roared, "They're starting to descend! They're going so fast that the national team uniforms and Hogwarts uniforms are swishing wildly in the wind! Judging from my years of experience, they're not controlling the brooms; they've let go of the broom handles and are plummeting straight down!"

"Oh—" The audience gasped, and the girl and woman covered their mouths with their hands.

Moriarty and Roman fell so fast that they were clearly visible as they descended to a height of 150 feet.

The audience couldn't find the two people's hands anywhere on the two flying broomsticks.

So Ludo wasn't talking nonsense; Moriarty and Roman didn't use their hands, but only their legs to grip the broom tightly.

Their movements were exactly the same, and the two of them fell at the same rapid speed!

In the air, Roman pursed his lips, frowned, and glanced at Moriarty, who was at the same altitude as him not far away. Seeing that Moriarty's expression remained unchanged, he thought to himself, "Fuck!"

Doesn't this guy feel any fear at all?

Roman put all his strength into his legs with a fierce determination, trying his best to control the broom to maintain his balance, and then relaxed his body.

As a result, his center of gravity began to shift downwards, and his falling speed gradually increased. Slowly, he was no longer on the same level as Moriarty; he was half a head lower than Moriarty.

"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!"

Roman could hear his heart pounding in his chest, and blood rushing to his head.

But he didn't care; he was going all in!

After the kickoff, Roman didn't immediately try to catch the Golden Snitch. Instead, he confronted Moriarty head-on, just to overwhelm Moriarty with his momentum.

Roman had to fight for this, and Moriarty had to fight for it too. Moriarty knew that the way to deal with Roman was to keep him pinned down and relentlessly attack him, so he changed his tactics as well!

"Roman, watch out for my move!" Moriarty shouted at him, "My self-created world-class skill—the Dazzling Tornado!"

Roman raised his head slightly and looked over, only to see Moriarty sitting cross-legged on the broom.

His two legs, like two serpentine snakes, were wrapped around the wooden handle of the broom.

Moriarty opened his arms, the flowing wind whistling past his ears, yet he felt comfortable and pleasant, embracing the wind as if it were a lover.

Waves of wind elemental magic surged continuously from his body, merging with the wind outside to form tangible points of light that shimmered under the sunlight.

Moriarty felt that his magic had almost come into contact with the wind. He controlled the broom to spin around once, and with the help of the wind, the flying broom, held between his legs, spun like a propeller!

"Splash, splash..."

Moriarty began to spin rapidly, wind elemental magic protecting his body and constantly attracting the wind from the outside, which gathered together to form a tornado.

The spectators in the stands gasped in surprise, all staring in astonishment at the spinning figure in the air.

Even the players on both sides subconsciously stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at Moriarty.

Roman was dumbfounded. Was this ball skill? This was magic!

Referee Peteris was also somewhat taken aback; he had never seen such skill before.

If this is about ball skills, it's unbelievable.

If it were magic, he couldn't sense any magical fluctuations, only endless wind howling past.

At this moment, twenty-one years of work experience is not wisdom, but rather a burden.

No one has seen how Moriarty fell.

Moriarty, at the center of the tornado, stopped spinning and was now being carried down by the wind, quickly overtaking Roman.

Roman let out a loud shout in a daze, his body swayed, and he almost fell off the broom. He hurriedly grabbed the broom head with both hands, pressed his body against the broom handle, turned around, and flew away in a sorry state.

"Eek—" The Eternal Shine fan club booed, then cheered, "Moriarty! Moriarty! Eternal Shine! Eternal Shine!"

Ludo then snapped out of his daze and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I witnessed the birth of a new skill! The referee didn't call a violation, so it's a valid move—I witnessed a miracle with you all! Anything else? I want to see more!"

"We want to see more, we want to see more new skills!" the fan group cheered.

Upon hearing this, Moriarty waved towards the stands, eliciting screams. He stopped falling, then spiraled upwards, his contest with Roman ending as he plunged into the intense match.

"Jericho!" Moriarty shouted towards the other end of the field, "Pass the ball over here!"

From afar came Jericho's reply: "I can't!"

He was being watched closely, by the magician.

Moriarty discovered that the magician sometimes appeared behind Jericho and sometimes in front of him, like a virus following him everywhere.

Tonks and Leon were also blocked by the combined forces of the Wandering Ball and the Afro, and couldn't break through, but fortunately Tonks managed to steal the Quake.

While Moriarty and Roman were battling it out, the six players were vying for the Quaffle. Charlie's flick of the ball to the ground played a crucial role in helping Tonks secure the Quaffle.

However, the national team's roaming ball had such unpredictable and erratic routes that it caused great trouble for the three chasers on the Dream Team.

Whenever Tonks tries to pass the Quaffle to a teammate, he finds that the incoming Walker is aimed at the Quaffle!

"The method of hitting the ball with the ball is a tradition that the national team has upheld since 1736; it is the mission of the English batsmen!"

When Ludo explained this skill, his tone was full of pride: "The advantage of playing for the national team is that you can feel the efforts of your predecessors at any time, and the glory created by the teams of all generations is sublimated in every shot."

The audience was filled with awe, but they saw Moriarty and Roman move at the same time!

"It's the Golden Snitch!"

Ludo has maintained his keen eye from back then, quickly spotting a small golden dot on the right side of the pitch.

"Moriarty and Roman charged at the thief at the same time, but we can clearly see that Moriarty is in the lead!"

He was significantly faster than Roman—had Roman been affected by their earlier struggle? Or had the national team adopted a new tactic?

While flying at high speed, Moriarty heard Ludo's words and glanced to his left rear, just in time to see Roman waving his fist and gesturing to the man with the afro.

The afro is Tonks' match, oh no, Tonks!

Their target was the Quaffle in Tonks's hand.

In the previous chapter, it was Charlie who lobbed the ball over the roaming ball, not Leon. That was a typo, it's been corrected. It's part of a tactic.

(End of this chapter)