The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 213 The World Cup Begins

In late January, Moriarty received a package from the Lightwheel Company, along with a letter from Lilith.

The package contained 12 miniature light wheels from the 1990s.

In the letter, Lilith explained the meaning of Nimbus 1990S.

1990 is to commemorate the Quidditch World Cup of 1990.

"S" is an abbreviation for Slytherin, used to commemorate Moriarty, the inventor of the new broom.

Then she casually described her negotiations with Whitehorn in a few words, inadvertently mentioning Whitehorn's attitude.

"Whitehorn is greedy, stupid, and petty."

My personal advice is to be wary of him.

Especially when you're developing the next flying broom, make sure he doesn't find out, or he'll definitely try something underhanded—he's not a magnanimous person, and he won't just stand by and watch you destroy his Lightwheel Corporation.

Finally, Moriarty.

Good luck in the competition, and may you bring the Quidditch trophy home to Hogwarts.

After reading the letter, Moriarty tucked it into a notebook along with the schedule. Lilith had brilliantly resolved the contract dispute and completed the task Moriarty had given her.

In fact, Lilith guessed correctly; Moriarty just wanted to find a broom company to be the first to produce the Nimbus 1990S.

The most important thing for the British team is using the Nimbus 1990S in the World Cup; how many Galleons they earn is secondary.

Moriarty didn't say this explicitly, but Lilith did, and they maintained a good understanding on this point.

Moriarty walked out of the room with his notebook and 12 Nimbus 1990s. He knocked on the door of Roman and the others and led them to the runway.

After enlarging his broom, Moriarty looked at his teammates and said, "One for each of you. Come and get your new brooms."

Roman and his friends rushed to grab the guns in a noisy frenzy, like a gust of wind, each with a Nimbus 1990s in hand.

A group of big boys, as if they had found their favorite toy, eagerly mounted their brooms and shot off like arrows without waiting for Moriarty's reminder.

"Waaaaahh ...

Roman and his companions clearly underestimated the speed of the Nimbus 1990S. Caught off guard, they soared into the blue sky, their panicked cries carried far by the wind!

The foreign wizards on the runway watched this scene with livid faces. They looked at the Nimbus 1990S speeding through the air, then at the Nimbus 1700 in their hands, and left in a fit of rage.

Moriarty also rode a Nimbus 1990S and soared into the sky!

The moment he took off, the wizards watching felt a gust of cold wind, and several female fans, with their slender waists swaying, were almost blown over by the wind!

The wizards looked up, their eyes following Moriarty's flight, and they were horrified to find that Moriarty was appearing as an afterimage in their vision!

Moriarty, speaking loudly to himself, shouted to Roman and the others, "Hold your brooms tight, stay steady! Then increase to maximum speed, let's train!"

Roman struggled to maintain his balance and, following Moriarty's instructions, began training.

At the same time, Koh-Rin Company stopped producing other brooms and only produced the Koh-Rin 1990S.

British wizards were astonished to discover that overnight, all of Nimbus Company's flying brooms had transformed into Nimbus 1990s!

The streamlined new broom immediately caught the wizards' attention. The Nimbus 1990S had a smooth and shiny appearance, with a mahogany handle.

The twigs at the end of the broom are long, straight, and neat.

Most surprisingly, at the top of the all-gold handle is a small silver snake.

Without a doubt, that is the symbol of Slytherin!

British wizards realized that the new broom was another alchemical artifact created by Moriarty, and that the Nimbus Company had leaked information that the Nimbus 1990S would be featured at the World Cup alongside the British national team.

Lightwheel Corporation heavily promoted Moriarty's alchemical tools and the British national team's broom.

Wizards placed orders one after another, and the Nimbus 1990S was snapped up in no time, with demand exceeding supply.

The news that the British team had acquired a new broom spread, and without exception, all 15 teams held an emergency meeting to discuss how to deal with the Nimbus 1990s.

However, by this time the British team had completed the integration with the Nimbus 1990S and began more in-depth specialized training.

Time flew by and it was the first Wednesday of February. The match between Great Britain and France began!

At 8:50 a.m., the Hyprose Stadium, which can hold 80,000 people, was packed to capacity, with fans from all over the world sitting in the upper, middle and lower stands.

The Delacour family sat in the ranks of the French fans. A porcelain doll-like little girl with long, silver-white hair sat on Mrs. Delacour's lap, asking in a childish voice, "Mommy? Where's my sister? Where did she go?"

Mrs. Delacour glanced at the British fans in the opposite stands and saw Fleur sitting gracefully in the stands, holding a small silver-green flag in her hand.

The beautiful Furong was the center of attention wherever she went, but there was a large open space around her, and no one dared to approach her.

Madame de la Cour and Monsieur de la Cour exchanged a glance; they knew perfectly well what their daughter was thinking.

"Gabrielle," Mrs. Delacour said softly, picking up her youngest daughter from her lap, "is cheering for her prince."

"Mommy? Where is the prince?" Gabrielle asked, blinking her bright, watery eyes.

"Here..." Mrs. Delacour looked towards the field, where the British and French players were just coming out of the locker room.

As they walked toward the stadium, Roman and Perug stared at each other across the distance, their eyes fierce, as if they wanted to devour each other alive.

However, a sense of composure lingered in Roman's eyes; the Nimbus 1990S gave him confidence.

Madame de la Cour smiled slightly and pointed at Moriarty, saying, "Look, there the prince is over there."

Gabrielle gazed longingly at the arena, which, from her elevated position, appeared as smooth and flat as velvet.

Three pitching rings, each fifty feet high, stood on each side of the field. To the right of the rings was a huge blackboard.

Gabrielle remembered that the blackboard used to have "GG" on it, but now it's gone, and it shows: England: 0, France: 0.

"It's nine o'clock sharp, the competition is about to begin," Mr. Delacour reminded his wife and daughter, his voice involuntarily becoming excited.

As if to confirm his words, the professional commentator from the Canadian Ministry of Magic pointed to his own throat and said, "A loud voice!"

Then his words, like thunder, resounded throughout the packed stadium. His voice echoed overhead and reached every corner of the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome! Welcome to the 421st Quidditch World Cup!"

The audience erupted in cheers and applause.

Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by a jumbled mess of national anthems.

Fleur shook her little flag vigorously; it was stitched by stitch by her, bearing Moriarty's portrait and the Slytherin coat of arms.

To her regret, Moriarty didn't get to see it; the scene was too chaotic, though incredibly lively.

At this moment, all the players on the field looked up at the stands, their hearts filled with excitement, enjoying the charm of Quidditch together with the fans and spectators.

The noise gradually subsided, and the audience sat down, ready to watch the game.

The commentator announced, "Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the Great Britain national team! And let me introduce you to our captain, Moriarty Slytherin!"

Moriarty rode the Nimbus 1990s and flew into the sky, his speed so great that it caused a gasp of surprise.

He sat on his broom, looked down and swept across the stands, and saw British fans holding a huge national flag. He saw a sea of ​​green, which belonged to his fans, much like the Ever Shine Fan Club.

He also saw Hibiscus.

"Ah, Moriarty Slytherin! I think you are familiar with this name, but most wizards don't know that Moriarty is just 13 years old this year!"

Yes, he is the youngest captain in the history of the British national team, and this is his first time participating in the World Cup!

As the narrator explained, the audience picked up panoramic binoculars and followed Moriarty.

According to official sources, the Slytherin captain has always served as the Seeker at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and has achieved a good record.

But in this match, the Slytherin captain's roster included Roman as the Seeker. Let's welcome this veteran of the British team—Roman!

Roman also took to the air, smiling and waving to the audience.

The commentator continued: "Yes, Roman is the Seeker, so there is one less Chaser. I am happy to tell you that the Chaser is none other than the Slytherin captain!"

Perhaps this is part of his tactic? We don't know, let's welcome the other players...

One by one, the people with the afro flew into the air and arrived at their respective positions, their eyes filled with determination and excitement.

"Now, please welcome—the French team!" the commentator announced loudly. "Captain Perug! The French team's finder! And…"

As the French players took to the air and returned to their positions, the commentator joked, "And our referee today, who flew all the way from Iceland, is referee Daya! Without him, we can't start the game, can we?"

An obese wizard, dressed in a pure gold robe that matched the stadium's colors, strode towards the field.

He was bald on top, but had a large beard, and a silver whistle peeked out from under his beard.

He had a large wooden box tucked under one arm and his flying broom tucked under the other.

Then he mounted his flying broom and kicked the wooden box open—four balls shot into the air: a bright red Quake, two black Floaters, and a tiny, winged golden Snitch.

With a "whoosh," the Golden Snitch vanished without a trace, and Daya blew his whistle, following the balls into the air.

"Ah!" the commentator exclaimed excitedly, "They've set off! Roman and Perug charged towards the Golden Thief!"

(End of this chapter)