The right way to attack Moriarty

Newt Scamander was in a coma for a year and a half.

When he opened his eyes again, he was woken up by an owl.

The owl outside the window has been knocking on the window impatiently for a long time, with a letter in its mouth, and a pair of wings fluttering non-stop. Newt has an inexplicable intuition - if the owl could talk, it would have been screaming at this moment Start swearing at people—although those who are being scolded may not be able to understand.

When Newt was woken up, the owl was making the final delivery. Judging from its impatient expression, if no one took care of it this time, it decided to turn around and send the express package back to Huo Gwartz.

"Oh, Merlin's stinky socks," Newt squinted,—the strong light outside the window forced him to do that, and he struggled to get out of bed, only feeling limp and limp, a feeling he was familiar with— ——The sequelae of magic overdraft, Newt muttered to himself and opened the window, which was just big enough for an owl to come in, "Why not put it in the mailbox by the door?"

The owl opened its mouth and dropped the sealed letter in its mouth. After hearing this, it raised its head and glared at Newt, and gave Newt a hard peck. It didn't even touch the owl's snacks or water, and just flapped its wings and flew again. gone.

"Is there a mailbox in front of your house?!" Yan Mo's voice sounded evenly.

"For Merlin's sake, in the wizarding town, who doesn't have a mailbox at the door?" Newt didn't argue with Yan Mo, he hissed, touched the wound on his hand, and watched the owl squeeze out crookedly window, and then looked down at the mail on the table.

Newt's brow furrowed.

The signature on the envelope made him a little confused.

Hogwarts acceptance letter?

Newt read it over and over four times—well, he had to admit, it was indeed the admission letter from Hogwarts.

"For Merlin's sake——" Newt collapsed a little. The guesses that surfaced in his subconscious almost took him by surprise. He said to himself, "What's the situation now? Can someone tell me? Explain, how long have I been sleeping?"

"Wait, I'll do the math first," Picot said with four fingers, counting and counting, counting and counting, counting and counting, counting and counting, counting and counting...

Newt rolled his eyes: "Is there anyone else who can breathe? Yan Mo. Squeak."

Yan Mo yawned lazily, and said without interest: "Please call me Your Lady Queen."

Newt rejected her expressionlessly: "No."

Yan Mo lazily looked at his pair of white hands, and replied with a smirk: "Okay, okay, as you like, you sleep until you are 11 years old, you are amazing."

"Merlin's stinky socks, sure enough—" Newt cursed under his breath, "I have to go out and see."

"Go, go," Yan Mo stretched his waist and got off the swing, "Oh, by the way, that little wizard named Jim sat under the eaves of your house for three days before leaving, and there was no one there. Wait, tsk tsk, how pitiful."

Newt frowned. "Why would he sit under my roof for three days?"

Yan Mo smirked: "For Merlin's sake, you have to ask him this question."

"Well," Newt picked up his wand from the table, raised his head suddenly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Helen got me a new table?"

He was dizzy before, and his attention was all on the Hogwarts acceptance letter. Now that he came back to his senses, Newt couldn't help but be amazed at Helen's extravagance—for Merlin's sake, the things in his bedroom This table was made of the same material as the wand in his hand, and the wood alone cost at least a thousand gold Galleons.

The hand holding the wand paused, and Newt glanced across the bedroom.

"And a new bed?"

"New wardrobe?"

……

Newt jerked the curtains open.

No wonder he felt the sun was particularly glaring today, for Merlin's sake——

Damn he wasn't even in Wizard Town today.

There are no neighborhoods or densely planted trees outside the window.

It is a whole piece of sea, with waves and waves.

Below is the cliff.

This is the general appearance of ancient noble castles.

Easy to defend but difficult to attack, with excellent lighting.

Merlin's stinky socks, when he woke up, Helen changed him to a new home, where the hell is this?

"I thought you would at least have to go out to find out," Yan Mo lazily yawned, and walked towards the hut in the courtyard, "You were unconscious for a few days, Helen and Theseus brought you here, I heard They said that there is a magic circle under this bed, which can help you replenish your magic power."

Newt didn't want to talk right now, he just wanted to be quiet.

Don't ask him who Jing Jing is, he doesn't know either.

"Artemis Manor?" Newt finally failed to think quietly, and he asked, "For the sake of the Artemis Forest, I thought," Newt complained blankly, "the Manor should at least Surrounded by a jungle."

"You'll know when you go out and walk around." Yan Mo glanced at the Bowtruckle who was still counting the days on his fingers, and unilaterally ended the conversation very perfunctorily.

Newt's room is on the third floor. The castle is not big, but there are many rooms inside.

At the corner, in the corridor, everywhere, there are doors after doors.

However, Newt glanced back.

This room of mine is very remote.

"Just look at the cliff outside the house." Newt wandered out from another spacious and bright room, very dissatisfied with the room he lived in just now, "this room is probably used for some indescribable things, by the way For some disobedient people, there are cliffs and the sea below, completely avoiding the possibility of jumping out of the window, and if you go through the main entrance," Newt glanced back at the room, "it's just facing the small living room, tsk."

"The brutal Artemis family."

Newt walked down the stairs, watching as he walked, out of the living room, and towards the front door. On both sides of the long corridor, there were all statues of magical animals.

The whole body is green, not the bright green, but the dark green. When you knock on it, you will only feel that this statue has been here for too long, and it has been exposed to the wind and sun. The moss is inexplicably cute, with a sense of vicissitudes of history.

However, only when you reach out and touch it, you will find that that layer of dark green is not an acquired gift, let alone some moss. The smooth and cold touch on the bottom of your hand tells you that those dark greens are solid. Born and existing together with the statue, truly green skin.

The long bodies are entangled together, looking up, the height of the statue is even much taller than the height of an adult, the head of the snake body is raised high, the mouth is ferocious, and the long fangs stick out, bringing At first glance, the green droplets seem to be alive, as if they will fall on the next moment, making a series of "sizzling" corrosion sounds, and the pitted pebbles under the feet, It seems that the years of water dripping through stone.

Newt hesitated for a second, and didn't try to test this imagination.

Because he saw a bright red feather stuck crookedly on the snake's head.

As well as the sunlight hitting the statue, the half-opened and half-closed snake eyes of the statue suddenly emitted a yellow light.

If a child stands here and sees a tall and mighty snake statue with a full fifty feet in front of him, he will probably be frightened into crying, clamoring for his mother, or looking at the snake's head There was a bright red feather stuck on it, and they clapped their hands and laughed loudly, clamoring to take it off and put it on the shuttlecock.

However, his mother would not take off the feather as he wished, or let him pet the giant snake.His mother's face probably changed drastically at this moment, she just wanted to take him away quickly and leave this place, completely ignoring the crying and making a fuss of the little child.

Newt stared at the red feathers on the snake's head. After a while, he took out a small glass bottle from the wizard's robe, and tentatively put his hand under the green droplet. The green droplet actually dripped down. Newt quickly He carefully filled the small bottle with the green droplet, carefully observed the color of the droplet, and carefully fanned the top of the bottle with his palm. When the peculiar fishy smell rushed into his nostrils, Newt revealed that it really did. With an expression, he closed the lid decisively, and put a small bottle of liquid into the built-in pocket of the wizard robe.

Basilisk venom.

Newt didn't want to know at all why there was a statue of a basilisk here.

Really.

Also a super basilisk statue.

Did you say that the basilisk was artificially cultivated? !

It was agreed that the person who invented the basilisk was a Greek dark wizard who could speak Parseltongue? !

Well, anyway, dark wizards have something to do with it.

These ferocious Artemis!

Newt refused to admit that he was with such a dark wizard, and turned his head the other way.

The black statue stood there quietly, without making a sound, its eight eyes were obediently closed, and under the sunlight, it stretched its legs comfortably——

Ah, very good.

Go any further and you'll be able to kick the basilisk next door.

Come on.

Newt tried to ignore the venom dripping from the black statue, straddled the fifteen-foot-long legs, and continued walking forward.

He has a very deep understanding of the Artemis family.

Really.

This is probably a family group that specializes in breeding various dangerous animals and selling them privately.

Really.

Newt walked a dozen steps, and when he saw the manticore, he sighed deeply.

He knew it.

The Artemis family is not a serious family.