The right way to attack Moriarty

Although the paper strips are small, they are cut very regularly.

Judging by the texture of the paper, it was the unique letterhead from Newt's favorite bookstore.

Moriarty remembered very clearly that the store would only buy a batch of such special letterhead paper before the school season—each piece of parchment had grass-green dark lines, revealing a faint glow in the sun. Grassy air, and when the quill pen is filled with ink and writes beautiful cursive characters on the paper one after another, the parchment and ink are combined, exuding a charming fragrance of summer rainy nights.

The fragrance of raindrops, the latest summer item from that store.

Newt had been to the bookstore recently, or at least for two months.

Definitely not buying letterhead on purpose.

Jim has followed Newt for so many years, and he still knows Newt's temperament.

Newt's basic attribute is to stay home. If there is no need, he can stay at home all summer and never go out.

As for the letterhead, well, if his brother would bring it for him, he'd be very happy, and of course, if Theseus didn't want to buy it for him, then Newt wouldn't mind too much.

Anyway, over the years, as far as Jim knew, Newt never went to that store to buy letterhead.

Jim chuckled.

It's not a bookstore that sells idle books, it doesn't even sell Hogwarts textbooks - the owner says that puts their store down, and for Merlin's sake the Hogwarts professors are pissed off You must die.

In that bookstore, all of them are professional books on profound advanced studies.

Of course, there are plenty of books on black magic.

Newt Scamander was probably in this bookstore in Knockturn Alley. He happened to find a book and saw some methods. He thought that there were certain risks, but it could alleviate the sequelae of black magic sacrifices.

Jim tapped on the table with his right hand, and suddenly smiled.

In the eyes with deep contours, there is no bottom.

Jim wrote a quick reply, and even stroked the owl soothingly, giving it a little cracker and water to soothe its fatigue from the long journey.

The owl was still obedient, neither noisy nor hooting, it answered the letter, flapped its wings, turned and flew away.

"Okay," Jim said to himself, pulling away the chair in front of the desk, "now, I'm going to start fighting all night with the cross-sectional area of ​​the Mobius ring."

Under the dark night, a tree of cherry blossoms is dancing and swaying, and the cherry blossoms are falling.

Full of hazy beauty and pink mystery.

It is hot summer outside, and the heat is unbearable, but here, there is something different.

If someone stands here now and looks up, he will definitely feel that the courtyard has been tidied up very carefully, and there is a sense of beauty everywhere.

The branches of the cherry tree are stretched out and trimmed into a very delicate shape, and the swing shelf tied under the cherry tree adds a youthful and romantic color to this beauty.

However, when this person looked down, he would find that under such a beautiful view, the owner of the courtyard was furious.

A big one, a middle school and a small one, a total of three shikigami bowed their heads, standing in a row under the cherry blossom trees, bowing their heads obediently to admit their mistakes.

"When did he become my shikigami?" Newt Scamander pointed to the statue in the hut—it was the statue of Jim Moriarty, standing on the fourth shikigami from the left at the moment position, motionless.

When Newt saw the statue, he was really furious. For Merlin's sake, when he was in a coma, the three shikigami decided to find him a living wizard as a shikigami.

Oh, it's really good, there really are them, and if things continue like this, when he wakes up one day, will he suddenly find out, ah, all the wizards in the world have become his shikigami, so he doesn't bother Dominating the wizarding world with little effort?

Sorry, he doesn't want to be a slaver selling wizards.

He suppressed his anger, and asked the second time with a blank face: "When will he become my Shikigami?"

"When you were in a coma." Picot replied tremblingly, with extra care in his words, for fear of inadvertently triggering Newt's anger again.

Yan Mo stood in the middle, not daring to speak.

She was still scared when Newt was angry.

If she accidentally said the wrong thing and Newt told her to die, she would have to die.

God is sorry to see, she is not the same as those wizards outside, she can't be saved by exchanging a few life points in the system mall, and the system can say a few times to save her life.

The eighteen kings of the underworld are all incarnations of soul bodies. If they are dead, they are really dead.

What's more, she is different from the two shikigami of Bowtruckle and Bird Snake. She belongs to the real shikigami summoned by Newt and willing to sign a contract with Newt. Newt does not need any assistance. With tools and auxiliary spells, she can enjoy complete control over her. In other words, Newt has a "speech spirit" bondage to her.

For example, if Picot says, "Master, you asked me to do this," Newt says, "I let you die, why don't you die?" The system will not force Picot to die. , and if Yan Mo said, "Master, you asked me to do this," and Newt said, "I let you die, why don't you die?" Yan Mo must unconditionally obey Newt's "words." Spirit", find a place to die, as for whether you can come back to life, it depends on whether you can be rescued.

Yan Mo only enjoys one life and cannot be resurrected.

She, Enma, is Newt's real shikigami, which means that Newt's anger will reflect on her in a very real way.

Yan Mo could really feel the anger that Newt was suppressing now.

"Who did it?!" Newt looked displeased.

Pickett stretched out a finger and poked Yan Mo.

Newt's gaze fell on Yan Mo following Pickett's movements, and Yan Mo shivered as his cold gaze swept across.

"Oh," Newt sneered, "I knew that Picot was so stupid. If someone hadn't been behind him, I guess he wouldn't even be able to understand. Why? It's only been a few days, so I can't wait Do you want to be your own boss?"

Yan Mo bit his lower lip, and explained in a low voice: "The system has detected that Jim Moriarty is an SSR-level potential. SSR-level shikigami are hard to find, and it is rare to meet him. pity."

"Oh," Newt nodded, "Then if another day, the system detects that the Minister of Magic is an SSR-level talent, do you want to kill him first, and then let me take him in?"

"I didn't kill Jim Moriarty." Yan Mo argued in a low voice, "If it wasn't for us, he would be dead by now."

"I know," Newt took out his wand, casually rolled a wand, with the tip of the wand pointing down, "If you really killed an innocent wizard, do you think I can still let you stand safely?" here?"

Yan Mo was so angry that she was dying, but there was nothing she could do. Her life was still in Newt's hands, so she could only continue to humbly admit her mistake.

"I know I was wrong, Master."

"Heh," Newt looked at her expressionlessly, "How dare you accept your master, Your Lady Queen."

"Have you not changed your identity yet, Your Lady Queen?"

Newtra said in a long voice, full of sarcasm, "Do you think that you are still in the Hall of Yama, and your subordinates are all in front, back, left, and right? Things are getting bigger and bigger, and the more chaotic you are watching, the more lively it is?"

"Yan Mo dare not."

The arrogant king of the underworld, at this moment, is humbly and cautiously replying, for fear that an inattentive Newt, who is so angry, will drag her out.

"Don't you dare?" Newt sneered, "Why don't you dare, Your Lady Queen?"

"Didn't you start to think about how to escape from me recently, the farther you can run, the better, so that I can never find you, Your Lady Queen?"

Yan Mo turned pale with shock, and subconsciously went to take out his pocket, and then his face suddenly turned pale, and he reacted immediately, stunned in remorse.

"I've already bought the ferry tickets to America," Newt threw out a ticket, "Look, doesn't it look familiar? Tomorrow, oh, the same day I go to Hogwarts, what a coincidence, tsk, it's all the same From London."

"Are you thinking, as soon as I get on the platform, you turn around and run."

"It's ok," Newt emphasized word by word, "Female, queen, king, man."

"No, no, I—" Yan Mo's mind turned quickly, and she quickly found a new reason. She quickly calmed down, "I just found out that there are dementors from hell in the United States, and I want to go and have a look."

"I advise you to think it over before you talk." Newt squatted halfway, at eye level with Yan Mo, he lifted Yan Mo's chin, and clamped her fiercely, "You probably don't know, as long as I think, I can peep into your inner thoughts at will."

"Be good and tell the truth, at least I can suffer less, what do you think?" Newt put down his hand, and patted Yan Mo's delicate face, "Tsk, this face is so tender that it can be squeezed out of water, what a pity, it was in vain three red marks."

Yan Mo didn't care about the three red marks on her face. What she cared about was that she could only obediently be bound by this kid named Newt Scamander for the rest of her life.

If Newt really thinks that Yan Mo is a disaster for the world and wants Yan Mo to disappear completely from this world, then Yan Mo has no room to return to the world at all. Completely disappear in the world.

Yan Mo has been Yan Mo since the day she was born. She was born superior, and her long-term position in the top position made her more and more proud. How could such a king of the underworld allow Newt Scamander to be so arrogant? Mortals control her life and death.She came out of hell.From the first day he saw the light of day again, he was thinking about how to break this damn contract.

What a joke, how could she, the majestic master of the palace, succumb to a child whose hair hasn't grown yet.