The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts Chapter 123

"Yes, sir." Jericho became serious, picked up the document and read: "The magician is 33 years old this year, which is a bit older for professional players, but his physical fitness and skills have never fallen behind others. .

According to the data, there have been many well-known media, including the Daily Prophet and the Paris Times, when interviewing the magician, they asked him the secret of staying alive.

He claimed that he was a magician and that Quidditch did not allow any wizard to use magic, so he used magic on himself.

He did not join any professional team, but was called up to two World Cups as a Chaser.

The number of goals scored 236, which may not be comparable to the number of explosives, but Magic has only played 16 games. "

Jericho looked at everyone with meaningful eyes.

"Also, Magic has no foul record, nor is he fouled.

The players who played against him said that they couldn't catch up with the Magician at all. "

Jericho put down the documents and sat down on the chair.

"My opponent is mysterious, powerful, and looks like a Yunwu Mountain man hiding in the dark," Jericho spread his hands in a serious tone: Do you think he is a magician part-time professional player, or a part-time professional player magician? "

"I think you're making a big fuss." Leon picked up the magician's information with disdain. "In my eyes, his behavior can only be described in one word."

"What?" Jericho raised his eyebrows.

"Don't talk about it, let me guess." Charlie's mouth curled up: "Monster?"

"No!" Leon exclaimed, "Clown!"

He raised his face and said to everyone, "Magician? No, he's a clown!"

Jericho laughed and threw a stack of A4 paper to Leon: "Do you think you are more authoritative than the official one? The seals of countless authoritative institutions on it prove the authenticity of the magician."

When Leon heard the words, his face became solemn. He picked it up and glanced at it, and then threw the paper on the table: "What? The proof of the Muggle government! I laughed so hard, the magician has the official proof of the Muggle world. What is the use?"

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Pieces of parchment flew onto the table and lined up. It turned out that Moriarty had unleashed a little magic.

"Don't be arguing, listen to me, I have a different view of this magician." Moriarty smiled: "Magic, uses magic in the Muggle world, but claims to be magic.

As his fame expanded, the Muggle government noticed him, knowing that the Muggle Prime Minister knew about the existence of the wizarding world.

I think he must have somehow tricked the Muggle government into thinking he was using magic and not magic.

Then things became simpler, and he easily obtained these proofs. "

Moriarty held up a certificate printed with "The Queen's Seal of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland" and showed a playful smile.

"With the endorsement of the Muggle government, the magician disguised himself as a real master of magic. He used magic under the guise of using magic - of course, he would not be too ostentatious, otherwise it would be easy to see through.

His wandless and silent casting must be pretty good, but he's a pretty good liar anyway. "

Moriarty thought of Lockhart. The same trick is very good. If Lockhart and the magician meet, the sparks will not be small.

At the same moment, the magician with long black hair, wearing a white fur coat and a pair of crocodile leather boots walked out of London Heathrow Airport sleepily.

"DiDi Di Di Di Di Di Di Di Di!"

A screeching bell rang from the right pocket of the fur coat.

The magician's expression instantly became solemn. He took out a cuboid like a black brick from his right pocket and placed it on his ear.

A deep voice came from the dark cuboid: "Has it landed?"

"Ah, boss. I just got off the plane." The magician rubbed his eyes and squinted to look into the air. The sun pierced him and immediately closed his eyes. "The morning sun in England, with its vigor and vitality, shook me. For a moment, I was in a trance."

The voice in the dark cuboid seemed to be choked. After a while, the guy called the boss gritted his teeth and said, "It's noon in the UK, be serious! Otherwise, I'll sink you into the Mediterranean Sea to feed the sharks."

The magician didn't care about the threat, and said with a teasing: "Well, well, boss, don't worry. I'll go to the Ministry of Magic first, and meet up with my teammates. Then I'll go to sleep, and the jet lag will go away."

"Dududu..." A busy voice came from the dark cuboid.

"Boss hang up," the magician was stunned for a moment, then put the things in his hands back in his pocket, feeling that the leather jacket became heavy, he pouted, and muttered in a light ironic tone: "Alchemy phone, the organization's thing , tsk, always unreliable."

The magician crossed the road and the street. He gave everyone a £100 coupon and said with a smile to passers-by: "I will perform at the Magic House in London at 8pm on November 21st."

But few people were interested in him, and the coupons were randomly thrown on the ground.

"Shu brush brush..."

The coupons turned into a lot of playing cards, covering up the magician's figure. When the playing cards were scattered, passersby realized that the magician had disappeared.

"Snapped!"

The magician Apparated outside the Ministry of Magic, entered the main hall of the Ministry of Magic through the phone booth, took the elevator to the third floor, and found the British and Irish Quidditch Alliance headquarters that he had been to countless times.

He pushed open the door and entered, there was a large table inside, and a circle of wizards sat around, all of whom were his teammates.

"Uncle is finally here." A burly wizard greeted the magician. He had distinctive features, and his nose was as red as lipstick.

The magician stretched out his finger and pointed to his nose a little space: "red nose, blue nose, green nose, black nose, which color do you guess this time?"

"Oh," the red nose grinned: "I put a never-fading spell on my nose, I like my red nose."

"Please feel free," the magician said without looking back. He walked over to the explosive head and greeted him like a black man.

The two of them touched their palms, exploded their heads and said with a smile, "Hey, you're here."

"Hey, how are you?"

"Brother, how are you?"

"Hey, listen up, this is 100% grass-fed Kobe beef, do you want some?"

The exploding head held up the silver plate in front of him and handed it to the magician.

"Wow! Who bought it for you?" the magician joked: "I know that all the money you earn from playing football is used to hold rap concerts. Where can you get Garen to buy top-quality beef."

"Obviously, it's our Director Ludo who treats the guest." The exploding head shrugged.

"Tsk tsk, a powerful and powerful official of the Ministry of Magic," the magician sighed inexplicably and suddenly thought: "How about I hold a magic show at the Ministry of Magic?"

"Nothing~www.mtlnovel.com~ bro." Roman said, "Just here to catch up, everyone sit down.

Our opponents this time are quite difficult. Although the official claim is that it is a warm-up match and a coaching match, don't underestimate them. I told you in advance! "

"Pete, send them the information." Roman made a gesture to his deputy team. After the players got the information, Roman's face was full of unprecedented seriousness.

The exploding head, Red Nose and others looked at each other. The last time Roman showed such an expression was on the eve of the US team in the World Cup.

Could it be that in the captain's mind, the strength of the Hogwarts Dream Team is comparable to that of the United States?

"Let's see the first person first, the captain of the Hogwarts Dream Team, Moriarty Slytherin!" Roman looked around: "The current owner of the famous Slytherin, I think you are familiar with it."

"Ah, ah, that's right! I personally admire him very much." The magician said with a smile, an intriguing look flashed in his eyes.

At the same time that the national team analyzed the Hogwarts Dream Team, Moriarty had finished analyzing the opponent. They chose a tall Ravenclaw seventh-year boy from among many players as the dream team. The team's goalkeeper.

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