The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 217 The Wind Rises

Referee Moss from Germany blew the silver whistle, the Quaffle was thrown into the air, and Moriarty rode his Nimbus 1990S over, reaching out his right arm to catch the ball.

"Don't hold back," Moriarty ordered the afro-haired and red-nosed men, gesturing as he flew forward, "Push them down!"

"Yes, sir!"

The man with the afro and the man with the red nose charged toward the Bulgarian goal from the left and right respectively.

The Bulgarian team had clearly done extensive research and preparation, with their chasers Ivanova, Levski, and Dimitrov employing a "one-on-one close marking" tactic, flying over to defend.

They stuck to Moriarty and his two companions like a piece of honey-coated glutinous rice cake.

Moriarty immediately passed the Quaffle to the man with the afro.

"Excellent! Passing and teamwork!" The commentator nodded repeatedly, his eyes following the ball's movement.

A gasp rippled through the stands. The speed at which the British team passed the ball was simply unbelievable. The chaser kept passing the Quaffle to other players at such a rapid pace that the commentator could only manage to call out their names.

"This time it's the afro! Pass the ball—Red Nose! Moriarty! Afro!"

The afro-haired man made a long pass, Dimitrov turned around to intercept the ball, but Moriarty was faster than him!

Moriarty passes again—Red Nose flies with the ball—Britain is approaching the Bulgarian goal!

Red Nose passed the ball again, and it flew out from a low altitude!

Ivanova tried to grab it but missed, and Moriarty broke through the defense and rushed in!

A flawless collaboration!

The commentator excitedly remarked, "The Bulgarian team has learned a lesson from the French team and adopted a close marking tactic."

The British team responded with a series of powerful passes.

Now, Moriarty faces two Bulgarian batters! Volkov and Vokanov!

The audience dared not look away for a moment, watching through the panoramic telescope as Moriarty charged into the sky in an attempt to shake off the two wandering balls!

A strong wind blew in his face, his gray hair flew behind him, revealing Moriarty's bright eyes. 300 feet, 400 feet, 500 feet!

Moriarty ascended rapidly, his expression calm and his eyes serene.

He added a powerful sturdiness charm to Nimbus 1990S to ensure that the broom would not be crushed by air pressure at high altitudes.

The wandering balls weren't so lucky; they had already lost their kinetic energy and were pulled by gravity, falling in free fall.

Volkov and Vokanov wisely chose not to hit the ball, otherwise the weight of the ball would have broken their arms.

The wizards didn't understand physics; all they knew was that Moriarty had disappeared into the clouds, and they had lost sight of him.

Viewers turned the magnification of the panoramic telescopes to the maximum, searching for Moriarty's trail.

At this moment, all eyes in Hyprose were focused on the clouds; no one was paying attention to the match itself anymore. Moriarty had firmly captured everyone's attention.

Even the Bulgarian players were no exception; there was nothing they could do, the Quaffle was still on Moriarty.

Suddenly, a ray of light pierced through the clouds and shone on the faces of a small group of spectators in the upper stands.

Furong sat perfectly within this area.

The light was so bright it shone on Furong's face, making her exude a holy aura, like a fairy descending to earth.

"Moriarty~"

Furong raised her small face and gazed at the sky with fascination.

The girl's heart was instantly captivated. The solemn World Cup stadium and the sacred white light redefined romance.

In fact, Furong was not the only one shrouded in white light; she was not the only one. But the imaginative girl had her mind filled with images of the boy in the sky.

The area enveloped by the white light suddenly expanded, causing a commotion among the audience. They looked up at the blue sky, where a fierce gust of wind blew, occasionally emitting angry roars.

"There's someone in the light!"

The commentator, with sharp eyes, immediately spotted a person enveloped in white light.

No, it should be that the person's entire body was shining with white light!

"He is Moriarty Slytherin!"

A female fan stood up excitedly and shouted at the top of her lungs, "It must be him!"

"Moriarty, Moriarty!"

The audience stood up and shouted Moriarty's name.

Gradually, the white light got closer to the ground. When it reached 400 feet above the ground, people could clearly see through the panoramic telescope that Moriarty was riding a broom and spinning around, creating a strong tornado!

"It's the Shining Tornado!!!" Roman and the British players exchanged a proud glance.

"The captain's new skills have finally been showcased in the World Cup!"

"Captain, charge! Tornado destroys the goal!"

Goalkeeper Zograf yelled at his teammates, "Get back to reality! Stop him! He's too fast!"

Vokanov and Volkov flew to Moriarty's only route, attempting to stop him by physically imposing their weight on him.

However, before Moriarty could reach them, the tornado's gale blew them away to the left and right, creating a passage for Moriarty.

Zograf cursed under his breath as a gust of wind swept over the goal. He knew Moriarty was coming, but he couldn't anticipate it.

Seeing him shake his head, Moriarty smiled slightly and threw the Quaffle towards the left goal.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp whooshing sound rang out as the Quaffle spun in a beautiful arc and hurtled into the goal!

"Great Britain 10-0 Bulgaria!"

The commentator yelled at the top of his lungs, "Moriati has transformed into a god of wind and scored the first goal!"

If Bulgaria doesn't make any adjustments, the outcome of this match is already decided!

During the brief pause when referee Moss kicked off the game, the seven Bulgarian players gathered together to discuss how to deal with Moriarty.

Incredibly, the discussions yielded no results.

The wind is invisible and colorless; no one can stop it!

The Bulgarian players continued the game dejectedly. The second goal was scored, and they heard a nightmarish sound of wind coming from the other side!

Moriarty used the Shining Tornado again and again, each time sending a ball into the goal.

The endless sound of wind filled the arena, and the match completely turned into Moriarty's personal show.

In less than twenty minutes, the scoreboard read 130:0!

Why does he always appear so invincible whenever I meet him?

Krum stared at Moriarty, his thick eyebrows furrowed together, his eyes filled with deep helplessness.

He looked unwilling and still felt lingering fear.

During the All-Europe Wizarding Duel Tournament, Krum and Moriarty met once, with Moriarty ultimately winning the championship and Krum finishing third.

This time, on Krum's most familiar territory, Moriarty captured everyone's attention and firmly controlled the pace of the game!

On the field that Krum loved most, on the cause that Krum was willing to fight to the death for, Moriarty easily defeated him.

"It was a massacre," the commentator said softly, as if afraid of disturbing Moriarty and then being slaughtered himself. He swallowed his dry throat and sighed, "In the World Cup semi-finals, Feng became Moriarty's best teammate and the sharpest knife in the massacre of the Bulgarian team!"

This is an incredible moment in Quidditch history!

Surprisingly, the audience did not argue with the commentator, and the fans who supported the Bulgarian team did not shout either; some of the female fans had already cried.

Anyone with eyes could see that the Bulgarian team's morale had been completely shattered; Krum's eagle-like eyes no longer held any sharpness, only dejection.

It was only a matter of time before the British team won, but Moriarty wasted no time. He sent Afro and others to help Roman find the Golden Snitch.

For him, scoring more goals is meaningless; beating Bulgaria with 280 points is no different from beating Bulgaria with 380 or 480 points.

The commentator recognized Moriarty's intention to end the game and praised Moriarty's gentlemanly conduct.

However, Bulgarian fans noticed that the British defense was completely unmanned. This was both a demonstration of the opponent's strength and a sign of contempt for the Bulgarian team!

Krum's opponents suddenly numbered five. He was furious, but there was nothing he could do. The afro and the red-nosed guy were blocking his way like a traffic jam.

This situation did not last long. Three minutes later, the Golden Snitch appeared. With the help of his teammates, Roman caught the Golden Snitch in one fell swoop, bringing the score to 280-0!

(End of this chapter)