The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 354 Control

The first match of the round-robin tournament is Moriarty vs. Michaelella.

The audience erupted in uproar, followed by a deafening roar of cheers.

Most students chanted Moriarty's name, believing he would win.

Some students supported Michaelella, saying that although Moriarty was strong, he hadn't met their young master yet.

Its popularity has remained high for a long time, and the program has been extremely entertaining.

The five principals looked at each other and smiled, like five old foxes.

Didn't you want to see Moriarty and Michaela face off?

Since it's a round-robin tournament, Moriarty and Michaela will definitely face off.

In that case, let's send both of them out for the first match!

Michaela has always wanted to defeat Moriarty, but Moriarty will not give in easily.

The two are bound to have a fierce battle.

The wizards present were very satisfied with the current situation.

Lockhart smiled and invited the two players onto the field.

Moriarty and Michaela entered from opposite sides, and they were to duel there.

Moriarty glanced at Michaela with a casual expression.

After a night of mental activity, Moriarty was now more sleepy.

After dealing with Michaela, go catch up on some sleep.

No, if Violet sees this, it would be tantamount to admitting guilt without being asked.

I need to find a secluded place to catch up on my sleep.

Moriarty thought to himself.

Little did she know that this expression, when seen by Michaela, made her feel insulted.

Michaela strode confidently, his eyes never leaving Moriarty, who was in seventh grade and four years older than Moriarty, who was in third grade.

The title of French nobleman has always been Michaela's pride, and he is regarded as a rising star in the French magical world.

But since last year, Moriarty's title of "Mr." has been a heavy burden on him.

Michaela felt that he was no less capable than Moriarty, and he still believed so even after witnessing Moriarty use grand and spectacular magic.

Today's duel is a battle to prove our worth.

Michaela is determined to win!

"bow."

Scrimgeour's reminder interrupted Michaela's self-absorption.

Michaela glanced at Scrimgeour, whose lion-mane-like hair was indeed striking.

After the two athletes bowed, Scrimgeour announced the start.

Michaela retreated swiftly, creating a safe distance, and raised his wand to cast a spell.

"Magical Hypnosis"

A hypnotic spell, which Michaela clearly modified.

Yua's music lingered in Moriarty's ears, somewhat like a lullaby from a past life, yet containing a magical power to induce sleep.

Moriarty, who hadn't slept all night, felt drowsy listening to the lullaby.

However, for Moriarty, dealing with external mental interference was quite simple.

"Brain Occupation".

"Alchemy Matrix"

The brain instantly shuts down to counteract the invading hypnotic effects.

The Alchemy Matrix was also operating at high speed, automatically devising 324 ways to defeat Michaela based on his previous actions.

"Ha," Moriarty raised his hand and yawned lazily, looking at Michaela: "You really have a lot of flaws."

"Ha, childish." Michaela chuckled. Distract me? Not a chance!

"Although I don't know what you did to break my hypnotic spell, it's all shrouded in mystery!"

Michaela gently waved his wand, and the Mist Charm took effect, engulfing the arena in a large cloud of white mist.

Moriarty was shrouded in mist; the audience outside couldn't see him, and he couldn't see the outside either.

"Is this what your magic is like?"

Moriarty saw through Michaela; the rapidly operating alchemical matrix acted like an artificial intelligence, helping Moriarty analyze Michaela's magic.

"First it targets my hearing and vision, then the next spell will target my smell, taste, and touch, right? That's interesting."

Moriarty's voice came from within the mist.

Michaela panicked. Had he seen through her?

Have I really been seen through?

Michaela couldn't help but feel insecure.

Previously, when Moriarty used a catastrophic level of magic, Michaela was terrified but not afraid.

Because Michaela has special skills, while Moriarty is, after all, human, and humans have the five senses.

Michaela's magic is specifically designed to target the five senses!

"Unless you're a god, you're guaranteed to lose!"

A fierce glint flashed in Michaela's eyes. Suppressing his lack of confidence, he aimed his wand at the mist and swung it upwards.

The white mist gradually turned purple, and a pungent smell appeared. A realization flashed in Moriarty's eyes: the mist was poisonous.

The fog was cursed, or it could be a poison.

They have all sorts of little tricks up their sleeves.

Moriarty now understood why Michaela dared to use potions in the first round; Michaela was also a potion genius.

"It's a pity you met me today, otherwise I could have played with you a little longer."

After Moriarty finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and the holly wand landed in his hand. He raised his arm, and a burst of fire erupted from the tip of the wand.

The azure-blue demonic fire was extremely hot. In just two seconds, the poisonous mist was completely burned away. Moriarty slightly rotated his wrist, and the demonic fire scattered and flew towards Michaela.

With a "boom," the demonic fire regrouped and formed a ring of fire around Michaela's feet.

The high temperature quickly made Michaela sweat profusely. He tried to quench his thirst with water several times, but to no avail.

"You forced me to do this!"

Michaela yelled angrily at Moriarty, his hair disheveled and his magnificent wizard robes burned and torn.

"Fiercefire Curse!"

Michaela waved his wand, bringing forth clusters of flames that guided them to fall into the ring of fire.

The two flames clashed, as if fighting to the death for the title of the first flame.

Moriarty had no cat-and-mouse mentality; he wasn't going to hold back. He concentrated his magic and raised the temperature of the demonic fire by a level.

"brush!"

The demonic fire seemed to have stepped on a spring, instantly jumping five meters high!

What stood beneath Michaela's feet was no longer a circle of fire, but a wall of fire!

The Fiery Flame had long since melted away without a trace, and Michaela's body surface visibly turned red.

The demonic fire burned away most of the oxygen in the air, and the wall of fire closed in, forming an inverted bowl-shaped steamer within seconds.

At that time, Michaela will either be burned to death or suffocate.

"Ding-dong~ New spell developed by the host has been detected. Fire element magic power has been upgraded. You are now a level 35 high wizard (fire)."

"Let's call this spell 'Fire Steamer'," Moriarty casually made up a descriptive name, then said to Michaela, "Admit defeat. Your magic can only deal with wizards, but my magic can deal with everything."

Michaela, who was struggling to breathe, grasped at these words as if they were a lifeline, and nodded slightly, her head trembling.

He could no longer make any more violent movements.

Moriarty waved his wand, and the steamer vanished without a trace. Michaela immediately felt the fresh air and lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Seeing this, Scrimgeour extended his palm towards Moriarty, gesturing, "The winner is Moriarty Slytherin!"

"In that case, Moriarty gets 1 point," Lockhart announced with a smile as he entered from the side.

Moriarty nodded slightly to Michaela. Although he had easily defeated Michaela, the etiquette of the duel could not be neglected.

After responding to his classmates' congratulations, Moriarty casually left, intending to find a good place to catch up on his sleep.

Looking at Michaela, he was lying on the ground in a sorry state, his eyes wide open, filled with fear. In that instant, he felt like he was about to die.

Seeing that Michaela was unable to walk for the time being, Scrimgeour used a levitation charm to take Michaela to Madam Pomfrey for treatment.

Lockhart, true to his word, stepped forward to preside.

"A very fast battle. To be honest, the school stage can't handle Moriarty's magic. Let's move on to the second match."

"Nifadora Tonks VS Fleur Delacour".

(End of this chapter)