The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 245 Winning the Championship

Moriarty felt incredibly tired, as if he had been playing games all night long, and he couldn't keep his eyes open.

Sleepiness washed over Moriarty like a tide, wave after wave, and he leaned over the flying broom, the wind whistling in his ears.

"Bubble Blessing!"

"Holy prayer!"

Divine Prayer cleansed Moriarty of the negative effects, and Bubble Blessing protected his soul.

The two protective spells took effect immediately upon activation, instantly dispelling Moriarty's sleepiness.

He grabbed the broom, whipped it around in a spectacular fashion, and leaped into the air!

"Nice!!!" The entire audience clapped and cheered, waving their fists.

The women's beautiful eyes were filled with admiration. Seeing that Moriarty had returned to normal, they were relieved and slowly sat down.

Lockhart held the microphone above his head and shouted, "Captain Moriarty is out of trouble and taking off again!"

He showed us what hope and responsibility are!

But there's one thing I think he must pay attention to: the rest of the British team is still in a drowsy state.

Lockhart was actually reminding Moriarty that Moriarty was the only one left in the back line.

Meanwhile, the Japanese team's chasers, led by the Magician, have already approached the goal.

Moriarty gave his teammates a "give up on defense" gesture, coldly watching the Magician throw the Quaffle into the British goal.

A surge of anger ignited in his eyes.

In their quest to win, the Japanese team resorted to any means necessary, even sabotaging the entire British team right under the noses of nearly 100,000 spectators!

Every single member of the Japanese team must pay the price!

"Goal! Japan scores their first goal!" Lockhart said casually. "Japan capitalized on England's poor form and made the score 10-10."

"Huh—"

"Huh—"

"Huh—"

The home stadium was filled with boos, and the spectators jeered.

But the game won't change because of the audience's wishes, and the third goal begins.

Moriarty cast two spells, "Divine Prayer" and "Bubble Blessing," on the entire British team, instantly restoring Roman and the others to normalcy, and even making them more clear-headed.

Referee Pitriris tossed the Quaffle high into the air, and Moriarty darted off with a whoosh, simultaneously ordering, "Quick break!"

"Who is Moriarty talking to?" Lockhart paced back and forth in the box, excitedly commentating on the match: "The British team's Red Nose and Afro are flying up and down toward the Japanese team's goal. They are too fast. The two Japanese batters did not have time to react!"

Haha, the Japanese players were stunned for a second; they hadn't expected the British team to suddenly return to normal!

Explosive cheers erupted from the stands, wave after wave, stretching endlessly.

Amidst the deafening cheers, the magician froze in mid-air, his left eyelid twitching uncontrollably.

Kogoro Tsukamura, disregarding his search for the Golden Snitch, flew to the magician's side and asked in horror, "What do we do? The Fallen Raven isn't working?"

"It's not that the Fallen Raven is ineffective, but that Moriarty has broken the Fallen Raven's defenses." The magician's stern gaze fell on Moriarty.

At this moment, Moriarty intercepted the Quaffle and charged towards the Japanese team's goal, leaving the wandering ball far behind.

"My lord, the Fallen Raven was our biggest trump card for this trip to Europe," Tsukamura Kogoro said, looking worried. "But Moriarty has already cracked it. I'm worried..."

Do you think Moriarty is an ordinary wizard?

Looking across European wizards, how many could rival Moriarty!

Also, have you ever seen a fallen raven?

The Fallen Raven has not yet appeared in the world, only its aura has descended—you have seen the effect!

What makes you think the Fallen Raven is ineffective? Do you have the right to worry about the Fallen Raven?

Go back and catch the Golden Thief!

The magician gave Kogoro Tsukamura a thorough dressing-down.

Watching Kogoro Tsukamura's departing figure, the magician snorted, wondering why the BOSS would send this lolicon to help him.

While the two were exchanging words, Moriarty, along with Red Nose and Afro, scored a goal, making the score 20-10 for England against Japan.

The magician hesitated for a moment; the score was still within an acceptable range.

"Everyone!" he shouted, "Go help Tsukamura steal the Golden Thief!"

"Wow~ Wow~"

Lockhart said meaningfully, "The Magician captain sent four people to help the ball finder, Kogoro Tsukamura."

This means the Magician will be taking on the British team alone, along with two batters and five other players!

The Magician's teammates actually agreed to this idea!

It's clear that the Magician has established a profound authority in less than six months since becoming captain of the Japanese team.

The fourth Quaffle was thrown, and Moriarty saw the Magician charging towards him alone. Without hesitation, he said, "Go! Surround him!"

The man with the afro and the man with the red nose flew forward.

"Beaters," Moriarty ordered again, "Fire with all your might!"

"Hehe, okay!"

Two burly batters used a double-hit combo, like a cannon, blasting two bomb-like running balls at the Magician.

The magician manipulated the broom, making it float up and down in an "S" shape, and as if by magic, it instantly appeared next to Red Nose!

The entire audience was shocked.

Phantom appearance?

Instant teleportation?

How exactly do magicians do that?

"He fouled! That's magic!"

The vast majority of viewers think so.

Even Lockhart raised doubts during the commentary, but Pittrius repeatedly confirmed that there were no traces of spellcasting, so it could not be determined to be magic for the time being.

However, the situation on the field changed dramatically.

Red Nose was startled. The magician shoved him aside and then used the same method to knock the afro-headed man away!

"As my former teammate, have you forgotten how terrifying I was so quickly?"

The magician chuckled, caught the Quaffle in his arms, and gave Moriarty a defiant look as it flew towards him, as if to say, "You're next!"

Moriarty and the Magician passed each other by, then Moriarty turned a corner and began to chase after the Magician.

"Coming and going like the wind!"

"Shining Tornado!"

Moriarty added magical effects to himself and Nimbus 1990s.

He was certain that the magician and the Japanese team had used magic, albeit a more advanced kind, combined with their skillful methods, to deceive the referee.

This disrupted fairness and justice. Moriarty no longer cared about the rules; he had far too much wind elemental magic at his disposal, and any one of them could be dismissed as a natural phenomenon.

Moriarty then went on a rampage, his speed exceeding that of Nimbus 1990S by at least 30%, leaving long trails of air with every turn.

When Moriarty takes off or bends down, there is always a strong wind. Without exception, any Japanese players who get close to him are blown away!

The magician, not to be outdone, frantically used "teleportation," creating afterimages as he increased his speed.

The score kept changing as the two players scored incredible goals.

"100:90!"

"130:140!"

"180:160!"

"260:240!"

Lockhart, his voice hoarse, kept announcing the scores.

The score was very close, but the situation on the field was quite strange.

Most of the team members from both countries rode broomsticks in the high or low air to search for the Golden Snitch, leaving the wide arena to Moriarty and the Magician.

The two of them were like a "battle of the gods," and the audience could only see gusts of wind and afterimages.

Whenever Moriarty had the ball, the Magician would "teleport" to his side, steal the Quaffle, and then attack and score in one smooth motion.

Whenever the Magician had the ball, a strong wind would always blow the Quaffle to Moriarty's side, and then he would charge forward, score, cleanly and decisively.

And so, the two continued to fight for the ball and score goals, creating a bizarre situation where they were "farming" points for each other.

But for Moriarty, the game gradually became less important. In the process of "scoring points", he discovered the magician's secret of "teleportation".

"So-called teleportation is nothing more than a spell cast by dark elemental magic, am I right, hmm?"

Moriarty said to the Magician during a scramble for the ball.

The magician's expression changed, but he didn't answer. His afterimage flickered, and he appeared in the air not far from Moriarty.

"If I'm not mistaken, your dark elemental spells cannot be used indefinitely!"

Moriarty estimated the distance between himself and the magician, his eyes sharpening.

From the moment he and the magician started racking up points, he secretly kept track of the distance the magician could "teleport".

Now, the magician is getting closer and closer, which means that "teleportation" is about to fail.

A ruthless glint flashed in the magician's eyes as he hesitated whether to make a move against Moriarty.

But then, he said calmly, "So what if you know? So what if I can't steal the Quaffle? Even if you keep scoring, as long as the Golden Snitch can't be caught, the game will never end!"

As for the Golden Snitch, I've already hidden it away!

"So, Moriarty, we've reached an agreement. Let's call it a draw."

"A draw?" Moriarty sneered. "In my matches, there are only victories!"

The magician's eyes widened, and he roared, "Do you want to die here?"

"You think you have the victory in your grasp?"

"You think you can hide the Golden Snitch and I won't find it?"

"You think I can't end the game?"

Moriarty threw out three rhetorical questions in succession, like three great swords piercing the magician's heart!

"Do you know where I hid the Golden Snitch?"

The magician's voice trembled slightly.

"You hid the Golden Snitch in the wicked heart of man, while I blew the Golden Snitch out of the darkness."

Moriarty's voice was low.

The magician was struck dumb as he watched Moriarty snap his fingers and a breeze blow toward Roman.

Roman suddenly felt a small round ball in his right hand.

Roman instinctively raised his right hand, and there in his palm was the golden thief!

"The Golden Snitch?" Roman was overjoyed, waving his arms wildly and shouting, "It's the Golden Snitch! I caught the Golden Snitch!"

Lockhart, who was watching the game closely, shouted with all his might: "British Seeker Roman caught the Golden Snitch! He caught it! Great Britain 410:240 Japan, Great Britain wins!"

I declare Great Britain the winner of the 421st Quidditch World Cup!

"boom!"

Everyone stand up!

(End of this chapter)