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Chapter 209 Moriarty's Rival (Part 2) (Please subscribe to the official version)

"Just a second ago, Abel was all swagger and aggressive, but now, looking at the way he's leaving, he looks like a stray dog."

Fleur glanced at Moriarty, a slight smile playing on her lips, and explained the reason.

"Moriarty's power has long been known throughout the pure-blood families of France. The young masters and princesses of those families must have been instructed by their elders not to make enemies of Moriarty!"

Fleur looked at Moriarty with eyes full of admiration and gratitude. Thanks to Moriarty's imposing presence, Abel wouldn't bother her anymore.

Roman and Maxi suddenly realized, "So that's how it is!"

Their eyes immediately filled with fighting spirit. Roman said to Perug, "Sir, your reputation has spread to France. Pray that Merlin doesn't run into us, or you'll be going back to your hometown as soon as you arrive in Hyprose."

Peru sneered, "These are exactly the words I wanted to say to you, Roman. If our two teams meet in a match, don't be surprised if I beat you to a pulp!"

After uttering those harsh words, Peruv led the French team away. Moriarty turned to Fleur and asked, "That Abel mentioned Lockhart. What's going on—does a pure-blooded French family have a problem with Lockhart?"

"That's not wrong," Fleur nodded slightly. "French pure-blood families have always been shrewd; they think Mr. Lockhart is putting on an act, putting on a show..."

She sighed: "But I don't think so. Mr. Lockhart is an outstanding novelist. His stories have captivated me, and I have read every single one of his books carefully."

As she spoke, Hibiscus glanced at Moriarty again cautiously.

Fearing that talking too much about Lockhart would be misunderstood by Moriarty, she quickly began to explain.

"I had heard of Mr. Lockhart's name for a long time, but what really got me hooked was 'With Slytherin in the East Tibet,' and that's when I started paying attention to Mr. Lockhart..."

Fleur looked up at Moriarty hopefully, hoping for a response, but Moriarty was preoccupied with Lockhart's problem and had no time to pay attention to Fleur.

Lockhart's book launch was ostensibly a success, but in reality, it only garnered support from ordinary French wizards.

The French pure-blood families were not very friendly to Lockhart; they were simply afraid of Lockhart and Moriarty.

Moriarty took a deep breath. In the end, it was his battle with the vampires that revealed his ability to use the Killing Curse, which aroused the suspicion of the pure-blood families of France.

But Moriarty didn't have the ability to predict the future, so how could he know what would happen next?

It's all the fault of those damn vampires!

However, Moriarty couldn't take his anger out on Fleur.

He expressed his gratitude to Furong, who then suggested watching the game together.

Moriarty declined, saying, "You know, I need to play."

Furong immediately said shyly that she would go to watch Moriarty's game, and that she would firmly support Moriarty even if his opponent was the French team.

That shy and adorable look made Roman and the others drool.

The man with the afro gently nudged Roman's elbow. "Look, even the succubus, known for her allure, is infatuated with him. What do you have to compete with him? Think about it."

Roman smiled and nodded. He loved to show off, but he wasn't stupid; he knew how to prioritize.

"If you're a true brother, stay single with me for life." Roman patted the man with the afro on the shoulder.

"Sorry, I don't know you." The man with the afro ruthlessly slapped away Roman's outstretched hand.

Roman and the others started playing around, and Fleur realized it was time to say goodbye, so she bid Moriarty a reluctant farewell.

Moriarty led the players from both countries a long way, and Furong could still be seen standing there, gazing intently at Moriarty's back.

A breeze blew by, and the hem of her skirt fluttered.

"Captain, tell the brothers how you attracted that French beauty?" Roman said with a smile, "Let the brothers learn from your experience."

"Don't ask, asking too much might hurt you." Moriarty smiled faintly, which dealt a heavy blow to Roman.

Moriarty could more or less guess what Fleur was thinking.

As a succubus, Hibiscus loves to see male creatures groveling beneath her white veil.

Although males are not limited to humans, given a few more years, Hibiscus's charm will surely transcend the aesthetic standards of different races.

In other words, hibiscus meets the aesthetic standards of any male creature!

She is a stunning beauty that would elicit a normal physiological response from any male creature.

Now there is one person who is not seduced by the hibiscus: Moriarty.

Fleur felt frustrated with Moriarty, which made her want to get closer to him even more.

That's why the scene just now happened.

Moriarty didn't intend to discuss the topic of Furong any further. He raised his chin, gestured towards a group of players in front of the hotel, and asked, "Maxi, which team are they?"

"Let me see..." Maxi squinted. "Ah, it's the Polish team~ I heard things haven't been going well in Poland lately."

"How so?"

"Someone found a saint's symbol on the key to the Polish gateway to Canada," Maxi said seriously.

"The symbol of saints..." Moriarty chuckled cryptically, "The Deathly Hallows... Grindelwald... These guys are joining in the fun too?"

No one responded; no one wanted to mention that dark period of war.

Roman tactfully changed the subject, pointing to two players flying back and forth over the track.

"Sir, look, that oddly shaped jersey is the Transylvania team's uniform. You must be familiar with that team, right?"

Roman winked at Moriarty.

"Hmm," Moriarty smiled knowingly at him, "Transylvania's feint—Jericho's world-class skill against our goalkeeper."

"Is Jericho that good?" Maxi exclaimed, genuinely pleased with Jericho's progress as the older brother.

"In fact, what makes Transylvania famous is not just their football skills."

The man with the afro explained some obscure Quidditch facts.

"They were one of the two teams that made it to the final of the inaugural Quidditch World Cup, the other being Flanders."

Moriarty laughed: "There were all 700+ Quidditch fouls in that game, right?"

Lilith's compilation of Quidditch Laws and Regulations includes a record of the first World Cup final.

At the time, that match caused a huge sensation, and Transylvania became famous as a result.

The man with the afro looked at Moriarty with admiration: "Impressive! I'm amazed by your erudition, sir!"

Moriarty waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing. "Speaking of famous teams, Norway, Brazil, and Germany are also long-established powerhouses."

"Yes," Roman sighed, "These teams, though not champions, have consistently been in the top four and are our formidable rivals."

"The Bulgarian team is also very strong this year," Maxi said with concern, mentioning the Bulgarian team twice already, "Krum rose to fame at a young age..."

"I know him," Moriarty said, a strange smile flashing in his eyes. "He's my defeated foe."

In the All-Europe Wizarding Duel Tournament, Moriarty was the champion, Charlie was the runner-up, and Krum was the third-place winner.

From that time on, Moriarty began to take notice of Krum.

Upon learning the truth, everyone suddenly understood.

The man with the afro played the role of a devout believer: "If I were Krum, I wouldn't go anywhere before the match; I'd just stay in my room praying for Merlin every day—oh my Merlin, please, don't let me run into Mr. Moriarty!"

His resemblance to the real person was so lifelike that it made everyone burst into laughter.

In a relaxed and cheerful mood, the group entered the hotel and checked into the room prepared by the World Cup officials for the British team.

Three days later, Moriarty led the team to the High Prose Stadium to register and confirm the British team's participation in the 421st Quidditch World Cup.

The captain of the British team was no longer Roman, but Moriarty instead – this news quickly spread throughout Hyprose, and all 14 teams knew about it.

Correspondingly, Moriarty also learned about the other 14 teams.

Besides the teams I've seen before, including France, Bulgaria, Canada, Germany, Brazil, Norway, Poland, and Transylvania.

Other teams include Scotland, Japan, Australia, Mexico, Peru, and Turkey.

Moriarty saw a familiar name on the Japanese team's roster: The Magician!

At the same time, the system issued a task.

"Ding-dong~ Host detected participating in Quidditch World Cup. Main quest issued: Win the World Cup with a perfect record of four wins!"

Mission objective: Defeat the Japanese team!

Mission duration: Until the end of the World Cup.

Mission Reward: 10 points, elemental magic level increased by three levels.

Mission failed, no penalty.

Moriarty accepted the task and carefully reviewed the recent events.

He sat in the armchair in the room, overlooking the sea view, his eyes deep and distant, like the unrestrained waves!

"The Magician, the Japanese Team, Japan, the Ice Moon Necklace, Immortality... what secrets are you hiding?!"

(End of this chapter)