The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 191 End of the Match (Please Subscribe!)

The national team, on the other hand, played somewhat hesitantly. The guy with the afro yelled at Roman, hoping he could adjust and lead them back.

Ludo carefully recalled the details since the start of the match and discovered that Moriarty had been targeting Roman from beginning to end.

Moriarty succeeded; Roman's form had declined drastically, and he could no longer mark Moriarty.

The Magician was also held back by the ball, allowing Moriarty to fly smoothly into the Chaser's Hawks-Head offensive formation and become the sharpest dagger in the formation!

Leon and Tonks used a pincer movement to surround Red Nose.

Jericho, with his Quaffle, hurtled wildly through the air like a madman.

Whenever the Afro tried to intercept him, Moriarty would always appear with incredible speed from an unexpected gap, blocking the Afro's path.

"Afro-haired senior, we've got this ball!" Jericho laughed heartily as he broke through the national team's defense and flew towards the goalkeeper.

"Damn it..." The man with the afro glanced at Roman, whose face was ashen, then at Moriarty blocking his way, and yelled at the goalkeeper, "We can't afford to concede any more goals! Save the ball!"

In response to the roar, shouts erupted from the stands: "Jellico, Jericho! Speedster! Speedster!"

Jericho sat smugly on the broom, twisting his upper body and once again using his ghostly movement technique that allowed him to float rapidly up, down, left, right, forward, and backward.

"Don't even think about scoring!"

The goalkeeper roared, his neck turning red from strain, as he spun rapidly around the three goal rings to block the Quaffle.

"A flawless double '8' shaped circling maneuver! World-class goalkeeping skills—I've finally seen it in an England goalkeeper."

Ludo earnestly praised, "Many people may not know that in the last World Cup, our national team players were thrashed by the US team with more than a dozen goals because they didn't know this move!"

Now we see the goalkeepers breaking through their own limits; they keep improving. It seems our national team players haven't wasted their time using the tax-paying wizard's Galleons.

Now it's Jericho's turn to be in a difficult position; this is a challenge for him.

"A challenge? Sorry, I don't see it that way."

Jericho shouted, "My brother Maxi told me that even if you had world-class goalkeeping skills in the last World Cup, you still couldn't beat the American team!"

Your biggest problem isn't your skills, it's your captain! Roman's mentality is the root of all the problems. If Roman loses, your whole team loses. This shows a lack of confidence; you lack a leader.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" the man with the afro yelled, but the goalkeeper was inevitably affected.

Jericho caught the fleeting panic in his eyes, used the Wrangler's "Z" shape flying technique to fly, and combined with his ethereal movements, approached the goal and sent the Quake ball past the goalkeeper's feet into the goal!

"Goal again!" Ludo's shout drowned out the referee's whistle, and the cheers from the audience erupted like a tidal wave, one wave after another, each one louder than the last.

"20-0, Dream Team takes the lead!"

Tonks and Jericho each scored a goal, but Moriarty's orchestration of the attack in midfield was crucial. It was clear to us that without Moriarty, the Dream Team couldn't mount an attack.

Ludo probably thought the match was over and started commenting first.

On the field, as the referee restarted the game, the Dream Team players flew together to cheer and celebrate, and his national team teammates also gathered around Roman.

The man with the afro grabbed Roman by the collar and shook him violently: "Wake up, Roman, what are you doing, huh? Look, look at all this..."

His angry breath hit Roman's face. He stepped back slightly to create some space, then spread his hands and waved to his other teammates.

"Everyone was working hard to score, and everyone put in a lot of effort for this game."

What are you doing? Don't tell me your honor, responsibility, and confidence have all been shattered by a 12-year-old child. You're not that fragile!

After the man with the afro finished speaking, Peteris launched his third Quake.

Red Nose and Magic Johnson flew over to steal the ball, shooting off like arrows. Afro also flew away, circling around to provide cover for them.

Roman watched in disbelief as his teammates flew to their respective posts, fighting hard and holding their defensive line...

Due to a shortage of players, the Dream Team's Tonks regained possession of the ball.

Gradually, Roman's vision blurred, and many long-buried memories slowly resurfaced...

Red Nose's love for Quidditch.

Magicians bring joy with their little magic tricks.

The goalkeeper fell off a broom while practicing his double "8" shaped circling maneuver.

The batters train their muscles day and night.

And, the roar of the man with the afro.

Roman's eyes welled up with tears, and he slapped himself hard. What was I doing?!

"Guys!" Roman roared wildly, turning to look at him with his afro. "Let them have the ball, we're going to use counter-attack tactic number 2!"

The national team members were taken aback for a moment, then one after another smiled and responded in unison, "Oh~"

Tonks, who was at the forefront of the Dream Team, soon noticed that Afro and the others were flying in from all directions like fearless warriors!

Just at that moment, the situation changed.

In November in England, a sudden gale arose, tonks's silver hair was disheveled, "Moriarty~ what to do?"

The wind tore her voice into fragments, and Moriarty shouted without hesitation, "A head-on confrontation! An offensive attack!"

"Attack! Attack!"

Jericho and Leon roared and charged toward the opposite defensive line.

"Whoosh~"

A golden beam of light flew across the center of the stadium and soared into the blue sky, its unique buzzing sound clearly audible even in the wind.

"The Golden Snitch," Ludo pointed to the sky, "has appeared for the third time. I'm sure Moriarty and Roman both saw it, so why didn't they take action?"

The audience looked over at them, almost everyone equipped with binoculars, and they saw Roman sitting steadily on the broom.

Roman surveyed the field with a dignified gaze, finally settling on Moriarty's face.

A silent provocation!

Moriarty smiled slightly at him: "Bring it on."

"brush!"

Roman and Moriarty simultaneously raised their brooms and flew towards the center of the field!

Ludo shouted, "Roman has regained his composure and is once again racing Moriarty! Their players are not idle either—the national team is organizing the defense, and the Dream Team is launching an attack!"

I dare say, the time to decide the winner has come!

The golden thief flew higher and higher, and the gale blew stronger and stronger, blowing a white cloud over and blocking out the sun.

Roman was overjoyed; his flight path, which had originally led to a sunny spot, was now no longer exposed to sunlight.

Roman was in a great mood and sped up a bit.

Moriarty was in a good mood; the gale was not his enemy, but his intimate lover.

He relaxed completely, his exposed skin coming into contact with the gale, feeling the wind's cleansing effect.

The magic of the wind element is like someone who has been walking in the desert for a long time, finally finding a water source, and then it begins to surge.

Moriarty focused intently, his mind meditating under the influence of the alchemical matrix.

Emptying one's mind on a flying broom is an extremely dangerous thing, but Moriarty possesses wind elemental magic. As his wind elemental magic gradually increases, Moriarty seems to be assimilated by the wind and becomes a gust of wind.

Roman was the first to notice Moriarty's change; he saw Moriarty floating lightly in the air.

The audience gasped in surprise. What happened to Moriarty?

"He's not dead, is he?" someone said, but then silence fell quickly.

The sky darkened, and the Golden Snitch stopped flying higher and began to fall. Roman rushed over, and Moriarty floated over.

However, the two were evenly matched in speed, with Moriarty even leading by an arm's length.

A fierce battle unfolded on the field below, with the national team and the Dream Team trading blows back and forth. However, apart from the referee, no one cared about the number of goals anymore.

The audience's attention was focused on the Golden Snitch. The snitch was flying very slowly, and for the two captains who were also Seekers, it was only a short distance away from catching it!

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. Ludo didn't say anything. They watched as Roman used his sloth-like roll technique, accelerating past Moriarty and closing the distance to just ten meters from the Golden Snitch!

Right now, not too early, not too late!

A resolute glint flashed in Moriarty's eyes. Wind elemental magic enveloped his body and flying broom, and the raging winds in the sky were no longer an obstacle to him, but rather an aid.

He adjusted his posture and placed both feet on the broom handle!

"My Merlin, Moriarty, what is Moriarty doing?" Ludo shouted, his voice making the audience dizzy.

"Oh, Merlin, make him stop!" Lady Malfoy clutched her heaving chest and shook her head.

The audience was speechless; they wanted to see if Moriarty could pull off the "standing on a broom" move.

Roman looked back in disbelief, his newly built confidence shattered once again.

Moriarty's feet were firmly planted on the wooden handle of the broom. Gusts of wind howled past, but he was completely unaffected, standing sideways and steadily on the broom.

"Whoosh!"

Like riding a skateboard, Moriarty glided through the air, leaving Roman behind and leaving a trail of jets in his wake as he approached the Golden Snitch.

Due to the wind element, the Golden Snitch did not dodge. Moriarty took the opportunity to raise his right hand and, under Roman's unwilling gaze, grasped the Golden Snitch in his hand.

"beep--"

Referee Pitriris blew the final whistle, startling Ludo and the audience who had been watching in a daze. In an instant, cheers, shouts, and screams filled the entire stadium.

Ludo shouted with all his might, "Moriati has ended the game, setting the score at 180-50! Dream Team vs. National Team, lasting 3 hours and 48 minutes, with a total of 8 goals scored and no fouls. A fantastic match! I dare say the National Team played with the serious attitude of a professional, but the Dream Team is the winner. We are the champions!"

"We are the champions!"

"Hogwarts wins big!"

"Mr. Moriarty has caught the golden thief!"

"Eternal Radiance! Speedster! Tonks, Leon..."

The young wizards went wild, chanting the players' names and making a ruckus. The Hogwarts crest, the Slytherin emblem, and the emblems of the four houses were projected into the sky.

Ludo was still visibly excited and quickly said, "At the start of the match, Moriarty planned to challenge Roman. He used his speed and courage to destroy Roman's confidence, which was undoubtedly a huge blow to the national team!"

Although Roman adjusted his mindset and stopped the counterattack in time, the match was already in its final stages. The changing weather made the Golden Snitch restless, and Moriarty seized the opportunity presented by the shifting winds. The way he soared through the air was so elegant and cool! I gave him a new nickname: The Son of the Wind!

"No, no!" Lilith, Gemma, and other female fans immediately exclaimed excitedly, "The Son of the Wind is too old-fashioned, he's Eternal Radiance!"

(End of this chapter)