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Chapter 214 Moriarty's World Cup Debut

Roman and Perug spotted the Golden Snitch at the same time. The tiny golden ball, carried by the sea breeze blowing from the west, flew towards the east side of the arena.

At the same time, the two of them turned their brooms around and flew towards the eastern sky.

The British fans erupted in cheers, as Roman's starting speed was clearly faster than Perug's!

When the two flew to the same level, Perugon just barely touched the smooth, shiny broom tail of the Nimbus 1990S.

"Look at it!" the narrator exclaimed with amazement and admiration. "Look at this—the Nimbus 1990S! This is the Nimbus 1990S that Nimbus Company is heavily promoting!"

I guarantee with the integrity of a professional commentator that the starting speed of the Nimbus 1990S is 3 times that of the Nimbus 1700!

If we compare it to the Seven Stars Sweep, then it's 3.5 times faster! After all, everyone knows the Seven Stars Sweep series is famous for its fast turning speed.

The commentator suddenly shouted!

"Oh, look, Roman, Roman!"

Roman shook off Peru and closed in on the Golden Snitch!

My Merlin, he's so fast!

Is this the end of the competition? Can Roman make history and set a new record for the fastest capture of the Golden Snitch?

The audience's eyes were fixed on the east, and although they were all wearing panoramic binoculars, they still couldn't see Roman clearly, only afterimages.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp sound reached everyone's ears.

The audience quickly looked in the direction of the sound and discovered that on the right side of the field, near the French goal, Moriarty was charging around wildly, each swing of his tail kicking out white plumes of air!

"What's going on?"

The commentator in the box stood up, tiptoed, and peered at the stadium, his voice trembling with disbelief.

"While Roman was chasing the Golden Snitch, Moriarty had already snatched the Quaffle!"

He's attacking the French goal now! French goalkeeper Nestor, watch out!

The commentator screamed.

"And—the French batters Onsa and Wright, they hit a run at Moriarty—a double hit! Two powerful runners!"

Moriarty used a tail swing to dodge the ball flying behind him, and the swirling cold wind sent the first ball flying onto the top of the second ball!

The two balls collided heavily and fell to the ground.

Having cleanly and efficiently dealt with the ball, Moriarty stretched out his arms, pointing forward.

The frizzy-haired and red-nosed players, who easily broke through the French defense, understood Moriarty's gesture and flew to his side, just like they had done in training matches.

"Eagle Head Offensive Formation".

The three British chasers sped close together, with Moriarty in the middle.

The one on the left, slightly ahead, is the one with the red nose, and the one on the right has an afro. The three of them approach the French goalkeeper, Nestor.

Nestor called for his teammates to get back on defense, and the three French players who were chasing the ball turned around and rushed forward. Although it was Moriarty's first time playing a professional game, he keenly noticed the difference between professional and amateur teams.

Professional teams react quickly and execute their strategies effectively.

In this scramble for the Quaffle, the French team lost possession and immediately switched to defense.

Although the British team took the lead in the goal thanks to the speed of the Nimbus 1990S.

But the French chasers returned to defend, forming a large net behind Moriarty.

"Change formation again, Eagle Head attack formation!" Moriarty held up three fingers. "At the same time, we'll use the sloth to roll over the tree!"

Moriarty pushed the speed to the maximum, gripped the broom handle tightly with his legs, and spun around. The powerful stabilizing function of the Nimbus 1990S ensured that he wouldn't fall.

Moriarty spun as he charged toward the goal, and Red Nose and Afro followed suit, the three of them forming three tornadoes, creating a whooshing sound as the wind howled!

"Even Merlin's flying broomstick can't be faster than Nimbus 1990S!" the commentator exclaimed, drawing a glare from Helmut, the Canadian Minister of Magic, who was also watching the game from a box.

The commentator shrank back; this private room was full of important people. Look!

Among them were Canadian Minister of Magic Helmut, President of the Magical Congress of the United States Paul, Director of the Department of Physical Education and Sports James, British bestselling author Gilderoy Lockhart, and Director of the Department of Physical Education and Sports of the French Ministry of Magic Apollo…

It's a long list of names, and any one of them is someone a mere commentator wouldn't dare mess with.

The commentator quickly began explaining the match, saying, "The British chaser used a combination of skills to force back the French chaser and flew to the goal, creating a three-on-one situation!"

Can Nestor stop this shot?

Moriarty winked at Red Nose, who flew in front of Moriarty and blocked Nestor's view.

"brush!"

Moriarty threw a Quake, and Nestor, thinking it was a lob shot, rushed to the top of the box.

However, the Quaffle fell limply to the ground. Red Nose ducked his head, and the spiky-haired guy below caught the ball and threw it towards the empty left goal.

"Great Britain scores!" the commentator boomed, eliciting a deafening roar from the crowd that shook the stadium. "Great Britain takes the lead! 10-0, Great Britain leads!"

Moriarty's fans roared with excitement:

"Great Britain! Great Britain!"

Moriarty! Moriarty!

Furong cheered and jumped around just like them, waving her little flags high in the air.

"The ball is out again! Moriarty is attacking with the ball." This time, the commentator focused his attention on Moriarty.

The audience was no exception; in order to get a better view of Moriarty, they turned the speed knob and deliberately slowed down the panoramic telescope's zoom.

Some veteran Quidditch fans recognized Moriarty as a top-tier chaser.

Moreover, the British team's teamwork was seamless, their movements were highly coordinated, and it seemed as if they could read each other's minds.

The Quaffle fell into Moriarty's hands again.

However, this time, the British team's attack did not go as smoothly as expected.

Perug ordered the French team's chasers and batters to mark Moriarty together!

The audience saw Moriarty fly high into the sky, followed by three chasers, while a powerful ball came speeding from both sides!

France's Onsa and Wright stared coldly at Moriarty, bats in hand.

"Have you ever seen anything like this? Just to defend against Moriarty? A 13-year-old boy!"

The commentator spoke indignantly, which resonated with many female fans. Furong stared at Moriarty with worry, pressing her hands to her chest and praying for him.

But whoever they were, they were all very clear-headed. They knew that keeping a close watch on Moriarty without breaking any rules was the cruel reality of the profession!

Roman, who was toying with Perug, glanced at Moriarty and said expectantly, "Only through the baptism of life and death can Slytherin's glory be forged. Go, Captain!"

"team leader!!!"

The players roared with passion.

"Moriarty!!!" Fleur stood up from the stands and shouted with all her might, "Slytherin!!! Charge!"

More and more spectators shouted Moriarty's name.

Moriarty smirked, rode his broomstick in a circle like a Ferris wheel, and the two wandering balls passed right through the hollow center.

Before Onsa and Wright could hit the ball again, Moriarty fell headfirst, upside down!

"Oh no—"

This caused gasps of surprise.

Three French players used a pincer maneuver to close in on Moriarty, with one of them circling below.

They seemed to have them cornered, but no one expected Moriarty to stand up from the broom as if he were on a skateboard.

The wind whistled through the air and blew against Moriarty's face, making him feel incredibly refreshed.

Moriarty stomped his left foot hard, and the head of Nimbus 1990S rose up. He went from an upside-down position to a surfing position, and leaped over the head of the Chaser while riding Nimbus 1990S!

As the two passed each other, Moriarty clearly saw the Frenchman's eyes: astonishment, fear, disbelief...

Moriarty shook his head and smiled, then charged straight for the goal!

The audience was shocked!

The stands were deathly silent; the only sound in the main stadium was Moriarty calling out to his teammates.

At Lockhart's prompting, the commentator continued, "Uh, um... we've just witnessed Moriarty's incredible flying skills, and now he's flying right up to the goal, this time without any teammates by his side!"

"One-on-one, this is a one-on-one battle!" the commentator exclaimed, growing increasingly excited. "A one-on-one offensive and defensive battle between the goalkeeper and the chaser!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and the audience held their breath, staring intently at Moriarty!

He was seen flitting about in front of goalkeeper Nestor, leaving Moriarty's afterimages in six directions: up, down, forward, backward, left, and right!

Nestor's eyelids twitched; he couldn't see which one was Moriarty in real form.

"No..." Nestor sadly considered the consequences.

Moriarty seized the opportunity and threw the Quake into the center of the goal. Nestor didn't react in time and watched helplessly as the ball fell into the goal!

"Goal!!"

The commentator shouted, "Moriarty has scored the second goal!"

The audience chanted Moriarty's name in unison, and the players from both countries were stunned; they had never heard such a thunderous cheer.

Only Moriarty remained unaffected, organizing his attack and employing the "Boskov tactic."

Within ten minutes, the British team scored two more goals, making the score 40-0!

This elicited a deafening roar of cheers and applause from the supporters of the British team.

(End of this chapter)