The mastermind behind Hogwarts

The young wizards couldn't help but purse their lips at the sight. Moriarty was good in every way, except for this one thing: he was exceptionally stingy.

"He wouldn't even let us see the goddess, not even a single glance!"

An anonymous Hogwarts sycophant, looking dejected, muttered to himself.

Moriarty whispered in Fleur's ear, "Everyone cares about you."

"Hmph, the one you're holding right now is the most outstanding witch."

Fleur was both shy and slightly smug. Every time she came to Hogwarts, she received a great deal of attention and admiration, something she could never experience in Beauxbatons.

Fleur was grateful that the girls in Beauxbatons didn't cause her any trouble.

The two whispered to each other for a while, and Lancelot, having recovered, returned to the dueling arena and swept his gaze across the crowd.

Are there any other students who want to take the test?

"Please step forward."

Lancelot said loudly, his momentum undiminished.

Despite her messy hair and dusty face.

However, during his battle with Moriarty, Lancelot also gained some understanding of chivalry.

His dark eyes shone brightly.

Several eager upperclassmen lowered their heads after being glanced at, not daring to step forward.

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Jericho raised his hand and emerged from the crowd.

"As I just said, the third person is naturally this great master."

As Jericho passed by a young witch from Beauxbatons, he casually drew her knight's sword: "Miss, may I borrow your sword for a moment? I'll treat you to something delicious tonight!"

The little witch blushed and agreed, and Jericho entered the dueling arena amidst a chorus of cheers.

"Lady Lancelot, you don't want me to ruin this duel, do you?"

Jericho immediately raised his wand.

However, the wand was pointed at the sky.

The Quidditch players in the crowd were puzzled. How strange, the direction they were pointing seemed to be the Slytherin team's locker room.

"What do you want to do?"

Lancelot instinctively sensed something was wrong.

According to Gump's intelligence, Jericho is unconventional and would never have come to Slytherin if it weren't for his desire to follow Moriarty.

Therefore, Jericho is a rebellious little snake.

"What do I want to do? Hehe."

Jericho's smile had a slightly sly quality to it.

"I'm going to reform knightly duels!"

"Rest assured, madam, our duel will surely go down in history."

"When future knights engage in duels, they will surely thank you and me."

Before Lancelot could stop him, Jericho shouted, "Flying broomstick, come on!"

A cool-looking flying broom flew in like a shooting star.

It is silver and green, with the initials of MS engraved on the broom handle and Moriarty's portrait painted on the broom tail.

"Merlin, it's the latest flying broomstick from the MS series," Quidditch fanatic Wood recognized it at a glance. "Professional teams all say it's the best."

Many fans, including the little wizard, asked Wood, "Name your price so we can give up."

"Sigh," Wood sighed, "These kinds of brooms didn't exist when they were first made, and they probably never will."

"Be confident, Captain, drop the 'most likely'." The Weasley twins were quite nonchalant about it.

"But he's really handsome..."

They watched as Jericho held the broom in his hand, as if a superstar were shining on stage.

"Perhaps we should play a little more pretend duel with Lionheart?" The twins smiled knowingly at each other.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, standing at the back of the crowd, were also captivated by the new broom, their eyes glued to it.

Jericho perfectly captured everyone's attention with his new broom.

"I'm not doing this to show off."

Jericho shook his head, mounted his broom, and took to the air.

By this time, Lancelot already knew what Jericho was going to do.

Let's duel on flying broomsticks!

Watching Jericho circle in the sky at incredible speed, creating gusts of air.

With a knight's sword in his left hand and a magic wand in his right, he wielded his arms in a dazzling display.

"Jellico Blanch..."

Lancelot gritted his teeth.

She wanted to accuse Jericho of altering the dueling rules, but the rules had already been modified countless times.

But if we don't criticize them, who knows what Jericho might do next?

Based on Lancelot's assessment of Jericho, he would definitely pull off another trick.

Lancelot was so angry he almost suffered internal injuries.

But Jericho didn't care.

"Wuhu~"

Jericho is like a big bird, soaring freely through the air.

"Lady, take this sword!"

Jericho suddenly dropped down, raised his sword above his head, and used a Quidditch world-class move—the sloth roll.

Using his speed of flight, Jericho was like a constantly spinning venomous bee, his sword the sharpest stinger, as he attacked Lancelot.

"Hahahaha..."

A group of boys laughed. Jericho's words were ambiguous and could easily be misinterpreted.

Lancelot angrily raised his sword and slashed at himself seven or eight times.

"What?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Is this some kind of air attack?!"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

But Moriarty saw something out of it.

"He used sword energy to cleave the air, reducing the space in front of him."

"The Lancelot family truly lives up to its reputation as a family with a thousand-year history; their heritage is indeed profound."

That being said, Moriarty also realized that Knight Lancelot could not continuously reduce space, nor could he reduce the entire space.

The space in front of him was cleaved into distinct layers, which was just enough to block Jericho's attack.

Sure enough, Jericho's sword stopped 30 inches from Lancelot's face.

A murderous glint flashed in Lancelot's eyes as he pointed his wand at Jericho: "Shatter to pieces!"

"Your spell can't catch me."

Jericho yanked his broom into the air, and the Shattering Curse grazed the edge of the broom, missing its mark.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Jericho played guerrilla warfare in the sky, flying east and west, occasionally casting a spell, and probing attacks with his sword whenever he had a spare moment.

"Blanche!" Lancelot stomped his foot angrily. "Are you a fly? You're just disgusting!"

"Look at you," Jericho whistled as he flew through the air, "I pioneered dueling guerrilla tactics, I am the hero."

"Get lost!" Lancelot raised his hand and unleashed a raging fire: "Don't insult heroes, and don't insult knightly duels. The spirit of chivalry is to forge ahead bravely. What kind of hero are you if you run away?"

Jericho chuckled. "Professor, if you leave Beauxbatons, you're welcome to become the Head of Gryffindor."

Dumbledore, who was watching, had a strange expression on his face. Lancelot's personality did indeed seem to resemble Gryffindor's.

Gump remarked at the opportune moment, "With a student like Jericho at Hogwarts, there's bound to be plenty of fun."

Dumbledore, unaware of his intentions, nodded slightly.

Grindelwald made no secret of his admiration for Jericho: "Blanc is wasting his talents at Hogwarts, Dumbledore. How about trading him for Durmstrang?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but even if Mr. Jericho weren't at Hogwarts, he would have gone to Ivermony, not Durmstrang."

"Hmph, you're too kind."

"Compared to you, I am indeed very kind."

Gamp watched coldly as two principals, who were actually over 100 years younger than him but looked over 100 years older, bickered. He didn't know whether to call them old men or juniors.

Goodbye!

Gamp said he couldn't take it anymore.

"OK, I've already given Mr. Jericho a score."

Gamp raised his fist, stopping the duel.

"Is that all?" Jericho muttered, pouting. "I haven't had enough fun yet."

"Jerry Co!" Lancelot took a deep breath. "To duel with you would be a disgrace to chivalry!"

"Tch," Jericho said casually, "I'm not the kind of person who's bound by the past."

"In my opinion, no matter what happens, you have to look forward. Never mind, you wouldn't understand anyway."

Jericho landed, returned the knight's sword to Miss Beauxbatons, and then received a light punch from Helena.

Wood took the opportunity to incite a group of people to make a fuss, but actually took advantage of the chaos to steal the new broom to play with.

Upon witnessing this, Gampo murmured in admiration, "Amazing!"

Campus life is always full of joy, and Gamp also enjoyed that joy back then.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald also seemed lost in their memories.

High up in the castle, Professor Snape looked down, a few smiles appearing on his usually lifeless face.

This made Professor Snape look somewhat comical.

Unfortunately, no one saw him in this state.

Professor Snape remembered Jericho telling him in second grade that he would take him on a flying broomstick ride.

So, during Jericho's flight, the cold-faced but warm-hearted Professor Snape watched the entire process from his unnoticed tower.

"Blanche...how far can you go?"

As Stojkov watched Jericho playfully fighting with his classmates outside the dueling arena, another figure suddenly entered his line of sight.

"Pilivik?"

The next moment, Snape's eyes widened in surprise.

Lilith gripped the brim of the Sorting Hat with her left hand and walked toward the dueling arena.

The crowd also saw Lilith and made way for her.

The laughter gradually subsided as they saw Lilith pull a sword from the Sorting Hat.

"Gryffindor...the sword!?"