The right way to attack Moriarty

John Clay coughed, and hurriedly handed the information in his hand to James, "Professor, this is the information of the Bank of London. We want to join you. It's just a small gesture."

James didn't mean to take the information, he turned his head to look at the bodyguard at the side, and frowned slightly: "Where did Jim go?"

The bodyguard hasn't spoken yet.

John Clay reacted quickly, "Probably outside the door, I'll call him over for you."

"Well," James hummed indiscriminately, and John Clay, adhering to the spirit of a very dog-legged younger brother, ran outside to act as a hunting dog.

"Oh," James sneered after John Clay left, "Jim is a pretty good judge of people."

The bodyguard standing aside bowed his waist and answered: "Isn't that what you see in him?"

"Yeah," James dialed the intercom and told his confidant on the other end, "Molan, transfer [-] pounds to Jim, and tell him to get back to me quickly."

When James hung up the phone, the bodyguard on the side hesitated and asked, "Do you need me to look for Jim?"

"No need." James casually flipped open a page of the newspaper and sipped his black tea. "If he smells a conspiracy, he will find it himself."

The bodyguard didn't continue to answer the call, because James didn't need him to answer the call.

He has been with James for almost 20 years. He has come through ups and downs for so many years, and he can figure out every move and magic of James very well.

Although James is known as one of the three underground giants in England, in fact, he is not greedy for the rich and powerful, nor does he like to kill. Compared with the Clay Group serving the royal family and the infiltration of the Italian Party, James, who was born and raised, grew up from It's not easy for a street gangster to reach his current position step by step.

From the point of view of the bodyguards, there was absolutely no infiltration of any forces behind it. With his own mind, James occupied one-third of the underground forces. This is simply a legend.

"What's going on in your mind again?" James took a sip of his tea, turned over a page of the newspaper, and asked again, "Are you staring at me in a daze?"

"No," replied the bodyguard, bowing. "I was just thinking that if you had children, you probably couldn't be more like you than Jim."

"Come on," James put down his teacup, "It's impossible for me to have children, and it's not like you don't know about it." James' eyes swept over the bodyguard ambiguously, until the bodyguard blushed, and James chuckled, "That little Jim Slippery, what *soup are you pouring again."

"How dare I," Jim pushed the door open with a smile, and stood in front of the table, "Sir, are you looking for me?"

"Well," James pushed forward the document in his hand, signaling Jim to come over and read it.

"French gold, tsk tsk, 30 taels of gold," Jim raised his eyebrows, "it's quite a lot. Sir, if you're not interested, why don't you let me play? You don't like Clay Group, but I like it. , tricky idea, the most fun."

"Oh," James sneered, "did you finish your homework?"

Jim's face dropped rapidly, frustrated.

"Solve the cross-sectional area of ​​the Mobius ring, sir, I checked the information, this is a university course, the college student who lent me the book said, this is the homework you left for them in class, you can't treat your students like this Treat a ten-year-old me with the same standard."

"Why," James put down the newspaper in his hand and stared at him, "it seems that you don't want to be my student?"

"Oh, God," Jim said, his eyes widening in disbelief, expressing his unprepared gratitude and deep joy quickly and sincerely, "Sir, do you mean—"

"Would you like to—?"

Jim was speechless in astonishment.

"Well," James interrupted him with a smile, "but I'll only teach you math."

"Oh," Jim still seemed to be in deep shock, "God bless, I'm going to solve the Mobius ring right now, you give me 3 minutes, no, 1 minute, 1 minute is enough."

"Okay," James said with a smile, interrupting Jim's exaggerated performance of his love for mathematics, "take the information on the Bank of London, and get out."

Somewhere in central London.

Jim sat at the desk, flipping through the documents of the Bank of London with little interest, completely without the fanaticism he had shown in front of James before.

He has never been interested in the Clay Group. What he is interested in is the Queen of England behind this group, and the third-party interest group, the Italian Party.

John Clay, British Royal Family, Muggles.

British Ministry of Magic, British Prime Minister.

The British royal family, the British Prime Minister.

……

Jim drew a network diagram on paper, and marked the names, countries, and preferences of relevant personnel at each node.

"Unfortunately, I'm still too young," Jim snorted. "Many things are inconvenient to do."

"For Merlin's sake, it would be great if there was an aging agent." Jim looked up at the ceiling and sighed deeply.

If there is an aging agent, many thread ends strung together can be successfully knotted.

Pity.

thought Jim.

John Clay’s identity can actually make a big fuss, but Jim is just a little pug raised by James now, oh no, Jim sneered, for whoever’s sake, James is in a good mood today, and officially upgraded him to inherit candidate.

Although useless.

As long as James is not dead, he cannot be in power.

What a pity.

Even if he uses John Clay as a bait to make the royal family and the prime minister at war, as long as James shakes his head, nothing will happen.

Jim took a deep breath.

That's okay, there are still many years to go.

He can afford it.

There was a knocking sound of glass outside the window, Jim was taken aback for a moment, and then sneered.

"Is it too tired recently, why do I have auditory hallucinations?"

Going to the bathroom to wash his face, Jim tried to clear himself up.

For anyone's sake, he has to stay up all night today to solve the problem of solving the cross-sectional area of ​​the Mobius ring. It is not okay to have auditory hallucinations now, if he wants to continue to mess around in this circle If you go on, you must maintain the appearance of that old pervert who loves mathematics.

Only by being far more mathematically accomplished than the real students under the old pervert's hands did Jim reach out to more stakeholders.

When Jim returned to the desk again, the knocking outside the window continued.

"Forget it, it's not the first time I've had this kind of auditory hallucination, I've convinced you," sighed resignedly, Jim opened the curtain helplessly, "Every time you have to be slapped hard by reality, you can stop .Cheng Chengcheng, come on, the cruel reality, let me accept a more violent blow."

Jim said to himself, "Now, look, what's out the window? You can give up now—"

Jim's voice stopped abruptly.

An owl impatiently held a note outside the window, and had a tendency to pat its paw on Jim's head directly.

"Merlin," Jim blurted out. Although he usually paid great attention to using "God" instead of Merlin, when he was alone, he would occasionally say a sentence or two, especially when he was really surprised or angry, but at this moment , Jim didn't realize that he said the word "Merlin" again. At this moment, all Jim's attention was on the owl outside the window.

After realizing that it was not an auditory hallucination, Jim quickly calmed down and ruled out more than ten different possibilities in his mind.

Many of his ideas are still in a preparatory state, without any actual measures, and it is impossible for the Ministry of Magic to detect.

It couldn't be the Ministry of Magic.

It couldn't be Hogwarts, he wasn't even 11 anyway.

It couldn't be from the Moriarty family.

It can't be the merchant. Those orders that haven't arrived, after he leaves, the Moriarty family will definitely cancel them all.

……

It couldn't be his friend, in fact, he had no friends in the wizarding world.

Leta Lestrange?

Jim thought for a long time, but could only barely come up with such an answer.

If the Lestranges hadn't scrupulously tracked down Leta's owl mate, this might have been Jim's only connection to the wizarding world.

Jim sneered and opened the window a little.

"What happened?"

The owl squeezed in through the small slit, and landed on the window sill arrogantly, scratching with its claws on the window sill, unwilling to settle down.

Jim took down the letter, and the owl stayed quietly on the windowsill without leaving.

"What?" Jim quickly glanced at the note, intending to sloppy and perfunctory. After all, he had already left the wizarding world, and Rita didn't need to go to him if she had any questions.

"Fuck," Jim just glanced at the signature, and after cursing, he quickly crumpled up the note and threw it into the wastebasket.

"No reply," Jim looked at the owl calmly, and issued the order to evict the guest, "You can go."

The owner of the letter probably told the owl, but the owl was quiet and did not make a sound at the moment. After hearing that there was no reply, the owl flapped its wings and planned to leave.

"and many more."

Jim called to Owl, and suddenly changed his mind.

It is better to let John Clay actually die at the hands of wizards than to create the illusion that John Clay died tragically at the hands of wizards.

The best way to destroy a power is not to resort to the suppression of external forces, but to divide the power from within and let them fight among themselves.

If he returns to the wizarding world—

Jim quickly picked up the note from the wastebasket, spread it out, and carefully studied Newt Scamander's mood under these beautiful cursive characters.

"If you can receive this note, then I will tell you a good news and a bad news. You don't have to choose which to hear first, I will make the choice for you."

"If you want to return to the wizarding world, please write me back."

The cursive characters are very neat, and every drop of ink falls evenly.

This proves it wasn't Newt Scamander's whim.