The right way to attack Moriarty

There were too many things before, and Newt didn't have time to think about it, but to be honest, even in the chaotic scene at that time, Newt didn't feel so shocked, let alone touched or grateful, let alone the Chimaera beast. Even if Moriarty moved all of Gringotts' vaults to him, he might not appreciate it.

To be honest, the Chimera egg or something was just mentioned by Newt casually to tease Moriarty.

When Moriarty became Lestrange with Polyjuice Potion, he just said that, but he didn't expect Moriarty to keep it in mind.

That time when they broke up at the Pig's Head Bar, Jim angrily threw down the cage of the Bowtruckle, and when he turned around, he even ran to find the Chimera's eggs.

Although Chimera eggs are not difficult for Moriarty to get.

But it surprised him that Moriarty would spend so much time on him.

Well, there are some that are not very comfortable.

It's the kind of uncomfortable feeling that a person you don't like shows courteousness to you every day, and after you have to accept it, you still have to think about returning the gift.

Obviously you don't need it.

But due to some pressure, or some special circumstances, I finally accepted it.

At this time, if you don't return a gift to the other party, you always feel like you swallowed a fly in your heart.

That's how Newt feels right now.

Very uncomfortable.

This kind of discomfort permeated the whole body, and even Leta Lestrange's words were not taken seriously.

Although Leta Lestrange's words, he didn't like it very much.

"I should have guessed that the person he likes is you. I should have guessed it when I was in Stuart's wand shop. The elder brother who went to the Ministry of Magic to be an Auror, the knowledgeable Ravenclaw, there is not much in the wizarding town. The little wizard who likes to go out, heh, I was foolishly acting as his love advisor—"

Newt didn't have time to think about the meaning of Leta's words, he just wanted to run to give Moriarty some presents or something, quickly get rid of this uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment, and from then on, he returned to the road. , no connection, no relationship.

Leta Lestrange was still talking, and the Chimera egg in her hand was stretched out in front of Newt.

"He went out that morning to give you this."

"Although he's gone, I thought about this Chimera's egg, and I still think it's better to give it to you."

What Leta Lestrange meant, Newt thought he understood.

If it wasn't for delivering the Chimera's egg, Jim wouldn't have gone out that day at all, and neither would Big Lestrange.

And he, Newt, is, well, presumably going to get caught by Mike Artemis and go through a "heavy" fight.

As for life and death, who cares?

Newt made no excuses.

Although he knew that if it was only himself, he could apparate, not to mention that he had taken aging drugs at the time, and Mike Artemis might not have recognized it.

What's more, if Mike Artemis really wanted to take revenge on the Lestrange family and the Moriarty family, no matter what the occasion and the time, it would be a breeze.

It is no exaggeration to say that the wizards are purely giving away their heads when they face the dementors.

What happened that time was just a trigger, not the root cause.

Newt doesn't need to take any responsibility. If he needs to be responsible for this matter, it's probably because he didn't summon Yan Mo earlier.

In fact, no wizard is responsible for what happened to Mike Artemis.

This is a problem that stems from the differences between wizards and Muggles. If it is necessary to pursue responsibility, it is probably the contradiction between the ancient system and the uncivilized people.

In short, this is a very thorny legacy problem.

Newt didn't intend to spend too much time on this, nor did he intend to explain it to Leta.

As Helen said, "If you don't plan to deal with the Black family and the Lestrange family, many things are unnecessary."

It was true that he had no intention of associating with the Lestranges.

But when the Chimaera egg twirled three times in Rita's hand, and finally moved back two steps aggrieved, Newt still stretched out his hand and took the Chimaera egg.

In any case, animals are innocent.

Leta was still talking, but it didn't matter, Newt was preoccupied with what to send back to Moriarty.

Rita finally ended with a very short and polite sentence, which was roughly the same as Jim's Polyjuice Potion before, about publishing papers and research, and about graduating from Hogwarts early.

Newt agreed casually with a "hmmm", and said that they could cooperate if they had the opportunity in the future.

So, what do you have to send back so that you can slap the other person's face so that you will never be entangled again?

Newt pondered this thorny question seriously.

London.

Houses facing the street are always exceptionally cheap.

A house located in the suburbs and close to the street is the cheapest of the cheap.

It was so cheap that no one would want to rent such a room if they had some spare money on hand.

Standing in the middle of the deserted street, John Clay looked up at the buildings in front of him.

This is a very simple room. It can be seen with the naked eye that the area inside the room must be very small. I am afraid that it is dark and dark inside. In addition, the location of this room is also very remote.

Even if John Clay thinks he is very familiar with the streets of London, within 10 minutes, a complete map of London can appear in his mind, not the kind of tourist guide map, but a very detailed real road. The shortest route to which street to which residence, and even how many sewers there are in London, and how many sewer mouths there are, can be clearly revealed over and over again.He also had no way to accurately capture the exact location of the house.

I have to say, it's really remote.

The encyclopedic mind of a criminal gang so remote as to rob and swindle has the least disdain to mark this place on its mental map.

This is a barren area that has no value, not even a penny is produced. According to John Clay, a professional robbery and fraud expert, the ranking here is one level lower than the junkyard.

As the leader of a criminal gang, John Clay considers himself to be very dedicated to his duties. He has always been generous to his brothers, and he is also very righteous. Those who work under him, even those who are just getting started All the thieves in the city have the money to rent a decent hotel instead of staying in a place like this one.

Moss covered the entire steps, spreading wantonly toward the door. The iron door was rusty, and there were even a few spiders entrenched in the lock. Layers of spider webs tightly covered the door lock.

If he hadn't been brought here by the boy in front of him, John Clay would never have imagined that Professor James, one of the Big Three underground in London, would stay in such a place.

"Oh, tell me, the professor doesn't live here, does he?" John Clay turned to ask the leading boy beside him.

"Of course not, this place is only for receiving guests. You know, sir, there are always some guests who are not convenient for everyone to see, but who need to meet in person." The black-haired boy smiled exaggeratedly, with deep-set eyes He stared at the young man beside him with a sincere expression, as if he had been a close friend for many years.

Only those who know him well will discover the deep sarcasm hidden under those deep-set eyes.

John Clay is clearly not on this list.

"Oh," John Clay's compliment to the black-haired boy was very useful, and the trace of grievance in his heart disappeared, and the handsome young man even had the time to joke with the boy, "Then, I'm honored Be such a guest."

"You must be," the black-haired boy pushed the door open for John Clay, and made a gesture of invitation, "Mr. is waiting for you inside, so I won't go in."

"You are much smoother than the ruthless boy in the rumors. It is rumored that the professor has some new hobbies recently, but now, I can probably understand the professor's thinking," John Clariant Before going in, he said with a smile, "Do it well, Jim Moriarty."

The black-haired boy shrugged indifferently, with an exaggerated smile on his face: "Thank you for your praise, Your Highness."

The display inside the room was quite different from John Clay's imagination, and John was taken aback. Even though he had been advocating that he was a descendant of the royal family, to be honest, he had never seen such a luxurious room.

John couldn't imagine how James managed to make such a slum—forgive him for using the word, in fact, the size of this room is indeed no different from a slum for an illegitimate child of the royal family—to create a slum. Such a look.

John Clay quickly marked the place in his mind.

The furnishings in the room alone are comparable to the entire London Museum.

If there is a chance to do a big vote in the future, then this is the first choice.

Such an idea flashed in John Clay's mind, and then quickly threw it out of his mind.

No, there will probably never be a chance in the future.

"Mr. Clay, please sit down." James came out of the dark room on the side, stared at the young man in the middle of the room for a while, showed a clear expression, and signaled John Clay to sit down.

John Clay quickly waved his hand, took a step forward, and bowed to James respectfully, "You can call me John, you don't need to sit, I don't need to sit, I just stand."

James looked at the handsome young man and said slowly, "How are you thinking?"