The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts Chapter 132

After confirming that the elemental magic used by the magician was the dark element, Moriarty was not in the mood to stay in the Forbidden Forest.

The magician's dark element magic turned the forbidden forest into a filthy mud forest, as if it had rained blood, and the ground was covered with black mucus.

But the good news is that the magician seems to be reluctant to activate the magic called "Doomsday Withering". Kankan did the defense.

If it was Moriarty, he would add a corrosive toxin to Blood River and Skull Mountain to prevent others from using dark element magic.

Otherwise it would be like this-

Moriarty pointed at the black mucus on the ground with his snow fir wand, "Wind's take."

The magic of the wind element followed the air into the slime, trying to capture the magic of the dark element.

"Ding-dong~ The capture failed."

Moriarty expected this result. He extracted a little mucus and stored it in a small gold bottle, put it into the system space, and waited for the wizard's level to become higher before trying to extract it.

Then he raised his wand and summoned a heavy rain. The raindrops crashed into the forbidden forest, washing away the dirty and destructive aura brought by the dark element magic.

Moriarty flew back to the Quidditch pitch. At this time, the audience had dispersed and entered the auditorium hall. Only Marcus was waiting to report to Moriarty.

As soon as Moriarty landed, Marcus leaned forward and whispered, "The wizard in the family didn't stop the magician and let him run away from Hogsmeade."

"Tell me the details." Moriarty instructed, walking towards the castle.

Marcus said somewhat ashamed: "The magician deceived the wizard at home with an inflatable doll. The real one changed his face and slipped out of Hogsmeade disguised as a witch."

Moriarty nodded indifferently, and Marcus bowed his head in fear: "Father said that the Flint family is not doing well, and he is willing to accept the punishment from the young master, any punishment."

"Remember those silver-maned horses?" Moriarty stopped.

"You mean Graling?" Marcus raised his head.

"Get a batch of Gralings and put them on the horse farm of Slytherin Castle. You have to train them to be obedient and understand human nature." Moriarty glanced at Marcus and continued walking towards the castle.

Marcus agreed with a smile, "Then, sir. I'm going to see Hagrid. He's been taking care of those grarings."

Moriarty nodded slightly, this young man with five big and three rough, finally found the career he loves.

"Moriarty is back!"

I don't know which girl let out a scream, and Moriarty saw heads emerging from the windows of the castle, like gophers.

The girls had bright smiles on their faces.

Moriarty walked briskly into the auditorium hall, lest she be overwhelmed by the crazy female fans.

Dumbledore, Ludo, and the national team were talking in the lobby, and Moriarty told the truth about the magician's use of magic on him.

Ludo was the first to respond to Moriarty. He was indignant: "The magician actually used magic on you? He must want to confuse you and manipulate you. How did that brainwashing voice come from?

Heir! Oh, Merlin! Hehe, funny ghost trick!

If I say it's better to let Moriarty catch him, we send him into Azkaban and let him perform magic for the murderers inside. "

"Director Ludo, don't let anger go to your head, that brainwashing voice may not come from a magician.

You heard—that voice said to choose an heir. "

Dumbledore raised his head to look at Moriarty, who seemed to be convinced that Moriarty was the "heir", and a light flashed across his half-moon glasses.

"A magician obviously doesn't choose an heir, does he. So I think there is a dark force behind the magician."

Moriarty exchanged glances with Dumbledore sharply. Obviously, they thought of something together.

Dumbledore looked out the window to the east. The wizard he sent to China to investigate the Himalayan avalanche still has no news.

The direction of the magician's escape is also the east. Could it be that the magician is a wizard from China?

Roman came over. He hadn't come out of the shadow of failure, and his tone was hesitant.

"Um... the magician, before he leaves, um, before I run away, tell me that next time we meet, we may be enemies."

Moriarty's eyes flashed: "Is there such a thing?"

Roman nodded disappointedly, and Ludo jumped out immediately and laughed angrily: "Is the magician planning to declare war with the British Ministry of Magic? Whimsical, whimsical!"

"Hey, hey!" The explosive head hurriedly shouted: "My dear Director, I think the 'enemy' in the magician's mouth is the enemy on the Quidditch pitch. He should have said to us that he will be in the World Cup. Representing another country, we will be our opponents."

"It's easier this way." Moriarty said, "After the World Cup starts, let's see which country Magic will represent."

"What do you mean—there is really a power behind the magician?" Ludo suddenly became serious, and the speed of his face change made the bomber stunned, "And this power is related to the Ministry of Magic of its country?"

"Obvious." Moriarty shrugged, sat on the seat next to the dining table, and said to the red nose, "Please, my future teammates, go to the kitchen and ask the house-elf to make me a glass of grape milk, thank you."

"Uh," Red Nose touched his big red nose, "Well, it's impossible for Hogwarts students not to know where the back kitchen is, right? But it's really okay if you say it in front of the headmaster. "

The red nose glanced at Dumbledore, and Mr. Headmaster gave him a faint smile, but did not stop him.

"I have to remind you that Mr. Moriarty has the highest authority in this castle." Ludo stood behind Moriarty and said with a look on his face.

This tone made Moriarty wonder if Ludo was Lockhart's biological brother.

"Oh, you're starting to call us now, integrating the team, right? It's a good wrist." The exploding head walked across to Moriarty, sat down, and frowned vigorously: "But I'm going to be ugly, the national team is not Huo Huo. Gwarz, not Slytherin Castle..."

"Enough, stop talking. You should know that these words mean nothing to me." Moriarty tapped the table in front of the exploding head with his knuckles, "We agreed before that the Dream Team wins, I will Join the national team.

You have seen my performance, right?

I don't care what you say, it's a fact that I'm better than you, and it's a fact that I will lead England to the World Cup. "

"But, but? You are suspected of using magic!" The explosive head said unconvinced. He tugged at Roman's cuff, hoping that Roman would help him speak.

"I don't! I never use magic when playing Quidditch." Moriarty said loudly without changing his face, "It's the magician who brainwashed me - can you make sure he didn't brainwash other players?"

The exploding head was stopped, who can guarantee this?

His face changed, and a drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead.

Moriarty crossed his hands and put them on the table, showing a sarcastic smile.

"Think about it, man. Once this incident is exposed and players from other countries complain to the International Wizarding Association, England's efforts and past victories will all vanish."

The exploding head and Roman looked at each other in panic. Before they could come up with a countermeasure, Ludo let out a painful cry of "ah".

"My good sir, you are a noble Slytherin," Ludo sat down to Moriarty's left and squeezed out a flattering smile: "Slytherin is the purest pure blood in England~www.mtlnovel.com ~The glory of the England team is also part of the great glory of Slytherin, we are family."

Ludo is the director of sports and sports. He is really afraid that the magician's methods will be stabbed out. Once he is complained, he is afraid that the director will step down.

Moriarty sneered, "Director Ludo, how many championships has the England team won? Is it worthy of me to talk about glory?"

"Haha, um... Hehehe," Ludo smiled awkwardly, feeling that he had lost face in front of Moriarty and Dumbledore, and couldn't have a seizure, so he threw his anger on Roman's head and glared fiercely. He glanced.

"Okay, no need to say more." Moriarty waved to stop Ludo and the exploding head.

He said to Roman Reigns: "I will give you and your teammates a week to adjust their state, and you will come to Hogwarts to train in a week. If I find that your mentality is still like paper, don't blame me for being ruthless. Go all the way home for me!"

Roman and the explosive head opened their mouths, Moriarty narrowed his eyes slightly, "Not convinced? Very good! I will tell you the results of my investigation on you, you are extremely unqualified!

At present, are you qualified to be my teammates! I can replace you at any time, I can replace you with the dream team to play in the World Cup, maybe the results will be better! "

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