The right way to attack Moriarty

Jim stood in the distance, watching what was going on in the house.

He watched coldly.

After watching a victory, Watson was extremely exhausted and drank his sorrows with alcohol, but Newt smiled at him and used a drowsy one, caught Watson's fallen body, and put him gently on the bed.

Looking at this man who doesn't know where he came from, he monopolizes Newt's tenderness.

Watching them in the window, while he wandered outside the window alone.

Jim really wanted to rush over now, pick up the gun in his hand, and kill everyone in the house.

But he knew that the wand in Newt's hand was far faster than the gun in his hand.

He couldn't imagine Newt pointing his wand at him.

He is not afraid of getting hurt, but he is afraid of the familiar light in Newt's eyes.

Time flies, four-year-old Jim stands opposite, wearing alchemy products all over his body, triumphant.

Newt stubbornly stood up from the ground, holding the breathless Bowtruckle, looking at Jim with cold eyes.

If he could choose, if he could go back in time, he would rather have a Bowtruckle cut his face.

He won't hide anymore.

If so, will he, will he have a completely different future with Newt.

if it is possible.

If there is an if in the world.

in case.

Jim leaned against the tree, and under the shade of the greenery, he sighed deeply, letting the rain wet the corners of his dry mouth.

However, the sunny day was fine and the sun was red.

But in his world, there is only what if.

A wizard's battlefield is not the same as a Muggle's, and there is even very little overlap.

Relying on his own identity, Jim successfully obtained a so-called high-level pass, which allowed him to run amok throughout Russia.

The people in the military region didn't know his identity, they only regarded him as a senior officer sent by the superior to inspect.

Surrounded by a bunch of people, he came to the camp on the Russian border.

For the first time, he confronted Newt face to face.

He retreated all his men.

He looked at the man across from him.

Tall and straight, with a bit of indifference.Under the sunlight, the light golden hair turned into a brilliant golden color, like a ripe wheat field.The beard on his upper lip that he didn't have time to shave made him look at the vicissitudes of life, adding to the taste of a mature man.

Newt smiled and opened his mouth, as if facing an old friend for many years, without any waves.

"It said it was a senior inspector. I thought it was a joint inspection by the superiors. It turned out to be you. You are doing well."

"Well." Jim used great strength to control himself, control himself not to make such a disrespectful move, control himself not to pounce on him, tear and bite people, and eat them to pieces.

Newt didn't pay attention to Jim's tone of voice, didn't pay attention to Jim's expression, didn't pay attention to Jim's red eyes.He directly gave a military salute, and began to report to Jim on his so-called work, talking about the preparations of the Muggles, and the retreat of the defense lines.

Who cares about that!If it wasn't for disrupting the layout of the whole of Europe, who cares about that!

Jim took a deep breath, as if this would give him the courage to face Newt.

"Newt, you and Watson, between you—"

Newt smiled, his blue eyes looking straight into Jim's.

Jim froze for a moment, the look in his eyes was not calm like the Newt he knew.

Newt used to look at him, whether it was with helplessness, connivance, or even anger, he would always be tainted with a trace of pampering.

No matter what he did, Newt would always shake his head with a smile. Even if Newt was irritated and angry, there was always a trace of nostalgia in those blue eyes.

Newt's tenderness was entangled, and he thought that Newt would always be in love.

He thought that he and Newt would spend the rest of their lives quarreling.

He thought that no one could come between two people.

ridiculous.

Jim lit a cigarette irritably, before he could take a puff, he quickly stubbed it out.

He remembered what Newt had said he didn't want him to smoke.

Jim took a deep breath and ruffled his fine hair irritably.

In just two years, everything has changed.

Jim hung his head down.Dry mouth.

"I'm out of it, Newt, I'm not going to let that haunt me again. Now—"

"Really?" Newt interrupted him in a calm tone, with a bit of politeness and intimacy, as if they were just ordinary classmates who met in Tianya, polite and familiar with each other, "That's great, congratulations Finally standing where you want." Newt thought for a while, then smiled again, "Congratulations on becoming another myth of Slytherin."

Myth, fuck me Myth!

I'd rather discredit Slytherin!As long as you are willing to stand behind me.

As long as you are willing to look at me affectionately again.

"Speaking of which," Newt smiled, with his usual smile, like treating every classmate who could be called by name, Newt said, "It's a great honor for me to be personally interviewed by an underground boss across the whole of Europe." Reception," Newt teased with a smile, with some familiarity among classmates, "I don't know how many people are envious of this opportunity."

Jim couldn't bear it anymore, he grabbed Newt by the collar and pressed him directly against the wall.

"Go f*ckingly envious, I'm f*ckingly jealous of those who accompany you."

Jim bitten thinly along Newt's neck, leaving a series of red marks. He clung to Newt's neck, and his warm breath swept over Newt with infinite tenderness.

"You know Newt, I'm going crazy without you around!"

After Jim finished speaking, he laughed lowly.

Newt didn't hide or speak.Just looking at Jim so calmly, as if he was looking at a vexatious civet cat, or something else.

Jim winced and kissed him so hard his teeth even touched Newt's.

Newt sneered, clamped Jim's jaw, and pushed him away.

"why?!"

Jim screamed loudly, he approached Newt, his deep gaze went straight into Newt's eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.

"No reason."

Newt looked at the watch on his wrist, looked up and said expressionlessly.

"If the sir has nothing to do, Lieutenant Scamander will apply to go on patrol."

"If you dare take a step from here—"

Jim stared straight at him, as if he wanted to burn a hole in Newt's back.

"Then, the military doctor who shares the bed with you will be made into plates of cooked meat and distributed to the soldiers in the entire barracks."

Newt's footsteps paused, and then an indifferent voice came from afar.

Jim wore enough coats and stood in the room where the stove was fired, but at that moment, he felt the cold wind piercing his bones.

Newt said.

"You can try."

"I'll let you be buried with him."

I will let you be buried with him.

Ah.

I will let you be buried with him.

Are you really in love with a Muggle, so in love that you can't help it, and you want to use your ex-boyfriend to be buried with him? !

Newt, how can you be so cold.

You're more Slytherin than I am.

Jim kicked over the stove and let the fire spread.

I can not.

Jim was small and pale against the fiery red background.

I'm a fucking Hufflepuff.

A timid Hufflepuff.

I can not.

I dare not, Newt.

Newt didn't look back in the end.

Looking at the heavy snow outside the house, Jim whispered.

"This winter, it's really cold."

It was colder than it was 11 years ago.

That year, at least there was still a wall to keep warm, and a cuff button to miss.

But now, even the remaining tenderness is gone.

Jim was fine in the end, Duerte successfully dragged him out of the house.

Of course, these things were all done after Jim was in a coma, without his knowledge.

No matter how much Newt ignored him, he would never let him really die in the fire.

What's more, if Jim really died today, he would never forget him in his life.

When something like this happened, even if Newt calmed Jim down with words, he also knew that in his heart, Watson was still more important than Jim after all.

If Jim really killed Watson, he might not be able to let Jim die alone.

He hasn't lived enough, and he doesn't want to go further and further on this road of one life for one life.

So, while everything was still under control, he packed up his things and left the battlefield of World War I.

The mutated fire dragon has almost been dealt with, and the rest is about the Muggle war.

He shouldn't have cared about these things.

What's more, the fire dragon's clues have extended to Oceania, and he has no reason to stay here anymore. Newt pretended to be an ordinary Muggle and entered Oceania.

Newt wandered around, helping out with Fantastic Beasts, stopping occasionally to work and relax.

He ran into the bartender again.

The bartenders in their 40s are still the same as before, but they are a little more vicissitudes than before.

"Why don't you look old at all?" Robin looked at this old colleague from many years ago, teasing his appearance, "It's been more than ten years, and I haven't seen you getting old, tsk tsk, really, this person Comparing people. By the way, what’s the matter with you, are you like me, unable to get along in the wizarding world, and come to Oceania to mess around?”

Newt smiled, but said nothing.

Robin didn't take it seriously, and found a topic on his own, chatting with Newt.