The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 208 Hibiscus's Anxiety and Insecurity (Seeking Official Subscription)

Moriarty squinted at the curly-haired boy with displeasure, but someone else was faster than him.

A girl walked over quickly, keeping a meter's distance from the curly-haired boy, and glared at him fiercely.

"Abel, I've told you before, you have no right to call me Fleur. Please address me by my surname, 'Dracul'! Thank you!"

Although Furong's words were polite, they carried a sense of distance, and her cold voice concealed a deep-seated disgust.

"And I'm reminding you again, I'm just your classmate, not your girlfriend, so stop following me!"

Finally, I warn you not to discuss Britain and France in public! For the sake of us being fellow Frenchmen, don't cause trouble for Beauxbatons!

Furong crossed her arms, her tone filled with coldness and impatience.

The curly-haired boy, Abel, seemed completely oblivious to Fleur's emotions. He smoothed the curls at the back of his head, flashed what he thought was a handsome smile, and said, "Freur junior, you're really naughty, but it's okay..."

This time, Furong ignored him, interrupted him, and turned to leave. The direction she turned was directly in front of Moriarty. In an instant, she met Moriarty's gray eyes and stood there dumbfounded.

With his back to Fleur, Abel didn't see Moriarty. He only saw Fleur stop and assumed she had changed her mind. He said smugly, "Fleet Fleur, you finally listened to me. Let me take you to the hotel where the French team is staying. The Abel family is the French team's sponsor this year."

He walked up to Furong and stared at her intently, waiting for his beloved's answer.

Look at his unfocused and distraught appearance, it's as if he wants to gouge out his own eyeballs and stick them on Furong!

But he didn't hear the answer he wanted. Instead, Fleur blinked rapidly, as if worried that Moriarty would suddenly disappear, and then softly called out, "Moriarty~"

Her voice was soft and sweet, both charming and gentle. Men who heard it put down what they were doing, stopped in their tracks, and stared at Furong in a daze.

Then the entire track fell silent, as if we had suddenly entered the still of the night.

Everyone stared intently at Fleur; the younger boys were fascinated, while the older wizards looked on with admiration.

Although Fleur was just a little girl, looking only fourteen or fifteen years old, perhaps only Moriarty and Abel knew that Fleur was only 12 years old.

This little girl has a head of translucent white hair and skin as white as snow.

She captivated all men—except Moriarty.

After having Diana and Tonks, Moriarty developed a strong immunity to beauty.

However, Furong truly amazed him, and he couldn't help but compare her to the other women around him.

Diana's skin was fair, radiating a holy glow, making her seem unapproachable and aloof.

Narcissa's skin was dazzlingly white, like the color of a daffodil, vibrant and full of elasticity.

Furong's skin was milky white, clean and smooth, making one want to lick it.

No wonder Abel looks like a mangy dog.

Any man in this world would instantly fall for a beautiful woman gazing at him with deep affection.

Not to mention, the beautiful woman was calling the man's name in a coquettish tone, and the men on the track had already started groaning.

But Moriarty did not do that. He gave Fleur a slight nod with an indifferent expression, as if to say hello.

Furong pouted in disappointment, and that one gesture instantly captivated most men!

Moriarty heard a couple arguing.

However, something even more unfortunate happened for the couple. Fleur was already used to Moriarty's indifference. After cheering herself up in her heart, she walked towards Moriarty with light steps.

"Mr. Moriarty, five months have passed in the blink of an eye. I never expected to meet you in Canada."

Are you here for the World Cup too? Me too, I came with my parents, they've gone to book a hotel room.

I think it's a coincidence that we met here, and also an honor for both me and the Delacour family.

Fleur smiled at Moriarty, displaying standard pure-blood family etiquette, and politely extended her right hand.

That smile is what caused many couples to break up on the spot!

In fact, after Fleur returned to her family from Hogwarts, she worked hard on pure-blood etiquette. She knew that Moriarty would definitely reject the girls who admired him, but he would definitely not reject the goodwill shown by the pure-blood families.

Sure enough, Moriarty spoke up, saying, "Please give my regards to Mr. and Mrs. Delacour."

He extended his right hand and gently shook hands with Fleur's small hand, which made Abel extremely envious, and he glared angrily at Moriarty.

"Junior Furong, how could you let an Englishman shake your hand?"

Abel suppressed his anger, his face ashen, staring at Fleur's hand being held by Moriarty, his eyes bloodshot.

Furong disliked his gaze and angrily shouted, "You have no right to discipline me! Leave!"

Then, fearing that Moriarty might misunderstand, he shook his head helplessly and explained, "He is a fourth-year student at Beauxbatons, from the Abel family—one of the sponsors of the French team this year."

"I don't know how he found out we were coming to the World Cup, but he came all this way to wait for me. He's so annoying."

"It's alright, I'm nobody to you, you don't need to explain to me," Moriarty said casually.

"Okay, sure." Hibiscus smiled politely, but she was extremely disappointed inside. How she wanted Moriarty to be jealous!

Unfortunately, not only did this wish not come true, it also aroused his resentment.

Hibiscus nervously stole a glance at Moriarty.

He won't be angry, will he?

This cautious action infuriated Abel. His goddess, whom he cherished dearly, was being treated so casually by another man.

Abel lunged forward to Moriarty, his nostrils flaring, his angry breath almost hitting Moriarty's face.

He yelled and shouted, "Your name is Moriarty, right? Ah, a proper English name, ha ha, let me see you, you pretty boy—"

The roar abruptly stopped as Maxi, Roman, and the others rushed in front of Abel, raising their wands and aiming them at his cheeks, forehead, and heart!

"Kid, you're trying to start a war by verbally abusing national team players during the World Cup, aren't you?!"

Maxi gave a sinister laugh, looking exactly like Jericho.

Hibiscus's eyes lit up. "Moriarty? You've joined the British national team?"

"Not only have you joined, sir, you are now our captain," Roman said with a serious expression.

"Captain? The captain of the British national team! Wow, my Merlin! How much more do you have that I don't know about you!" Undisguised admiration and love rose in Fleur's beautiful eyes.

Abel was speechless, unable to utter a single word, but the commotion was quite significant, drawing the attention of the French players.

The captain, a tall man with a big beard, pressed his hands down, trying to ease the tense atmosphere, and said sincerely to Maxi and Roman, "Oh, oh, it's you two. For the sake of fighting together in last year's World Cup, please give me some face and let this kid go—he's still a student."

"That's not up to you, Perug." Roman gave a cold snort, glanced at Moriarty's expression, and decided to make a move.

He shouted sternly, "If it were just a simple fan issue, then as the captain of the French team, you could certainly handle it, but the problem is very serious now."

Abel is from a French pure-blood family, isn't he? What are the consequences of a French pure-blood insulting the Slytherin family, the purest pure-blood family in all of England? Can you take responsibility for that?!

French captain Pere's eyes narrowed sharply. "You're Moriarty Slytherin? Wow, gray eyes and gray hair..."

"Moriarty Slytherin?" Abel screamed as if he had seen a ghost, and knelt down with a thud!

"My Merlin, how fortunate I am today! To have seen Moriarty Slytherin with my own eyes—the noble and venerable head of the Slytherin family! With my humblest heart, I offer you my highest respect!"

Abel buried his head in his knees and spoke these words aloud. Although his tone was impassioned, no one could tell that his voice was trembling.

The child was terrified.

Peru glanced at Abel with pity, then turned her gaze to Moriarty's face. But who could she blame? This guy had mastered the Killing Curse!

Roman and Maxi exchanged bewildered glances. Abel's attitude had completely changed, and they couldn't understand what had happened.

Abel was still praising Slytherin when Moriarty clicked his tongue. "Alright, get out of here! Among all the idiots, you're one of the smarter ones. Now get out of here! And remember, don't bother Fleur again."

"Okay, okay, yes, yes, yes!" Abel's expression changed faster than flipping through a book. He staggered out, forcing a smile, "I promise to stay away from Fleur, oh no, stay away from the future Mrs. Slytherin!"

Roman and the others looked at Furong with amusement, but Furong burst out laughing.

(End of this chapter)