The right way to attack Moriarty

The contradiction between Moran and James has always existed. Moran's identity is neither awkward nor James' brother, nor James' subordinate. The two planned the James Group together, but in the end, the group was still called The James Group, not any other group.

In the early years, Moran was crazily obsessed with the legend of James. As long as he can stand beside James, it doesn’t matter whether James treats him as a subordinate or as a brother. The passionate teenager will not consider these overly complicated things, even once The two occasional flashes would be subconsciously ignored by the young man, so the conflict between the two is not prominent.

But now, as Moran grows up and James gets older, many contradictions are exposed one by one.

The first intense conflict between Moran and James was about to erupt.

How to make this contradiction bigger is a question that Jim Moriarty has been thinking about.

Of course, the gypsy girl still needs to be seen. Jim wrote down a long list of plans on the side of the paper. In addition to the gypsy girl, there are also some other tramps, or coachmen and so on.

It has been nearly two years since he came here. Although he can still get along well in the James Group and has a good relationship with the people in the James Group, for various reasons, he still does not have his own Subordinates and power, if he wants to stay in this business for a long time, he must have his own power that completely obeys his orders.

Gypsy girls are highly mobile and belong to the standard lower class people, and no one will pay special attention to the whereabouts of a gypsy girl. More importantly, these gypsy girls are mostly good-looking, and they are also good at singing and dancing. If you have a group of such women under your command, you can solve many problems that cannot be solved on the surface.

Jim's initial plan was to construct three different levels of spheres of influence——Jim turned the pen in his hand, and casually named the three forces on the paper.

Mathematical analysis - the lower class people represented by gypsy girls, vagabonds and coachmen.

Consolidation analysis—the middle-class people represented by ordinary citizens.

Functional analysis—and the high-level people represented by noble boys and girls—this, as long as Moran is recruited.

Look, how concise and concise, even if James accidentally saw it, he would at most think that Jim was working hard on advanced mathematics.

At present, the mathematical analysis has at least connected with the gypsy girl, and the other two categories still need to be improved. Hey, a short line was drawn behind the consolidation analysis. Jim sighed, and the consolidation analysis has not fallen yet.

But for functional analysis, most of Moran’s fans belong to that class. In any case, Jim drew an arrow behind functional analysis, and wrote Moran’s name on one side of the arrow.

Just win over and subdue Moran.

The clock in the house rang.

Jim looked up. It was exactly one o'clock in the afternoon.

"It's time." Jim put down the pen in his hand, randomly stuffed the previous note into the messy information book on the table, got up and went to the bookcase, put the checks and materials prepared early in the morning into the school bag, and carried it on his back. Go up, turn around and go downstairs.

King's Cross railway station.

Helen took a rare leave of absence to see off her youngest son.

"For Merlin's sake, it's hard for her to remember that she has a young son. I've been alone in the manor these days, and I almost thought you didn't want me." Newt complained to Theseus in a low voice.

Theseus cleared his cough and was not surprised: "Mom is like this when she is busy. I am used to it. Anyway, I can come to see you off when you go to school. I didn't have this kind of treatment back then, tsk," Theseus recalled past--

"I think back then, under the cover of thick fog, I dragged a heavy suitcase alone, and embarked on a journey to Hogwarts alone—"

"Come on," Helen interrupted Theseus's impromptu performance, "I used to live in a wizarding town, and it took me half an hour to go to Hogwarts. It's just a few steps away, and I have to take you there?"

Theseus gave Helen a disgusted look: "Aren't I comforting my brother's young and injured heart?"

"You don't need to comfort me," the whistle sounded at the train station, Newt turned his head and took his suitcase from Theseus, and hugged Helen and Theseus goodbye one by one, "I'm leaving."

"Go to school well, there are quite a few * in the Hogwarts library, by the way," Theseus seemed to remember something, "the book about the Dark Arts Contract is labeled k, and it's on the third floor of the inner book area; The book number of potion and magic carding in magic is j, and it is on the second floor of the outer book area. If you can’t get the professor’s permission, I suggest you make some exchanges with senior seniors. I’m in your suitcase There are a lot of private goods stuffed in, and they are definitely in high demand."

"Sorry?" Newt's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at his elder brother who was said to be very popular at Hogwarts back then, "The "Hogwarts Code of Conduct" stipulates that before entering Hogwarts, campus The administrator will conduct a comprehensive inspection of our luggage, you brought me so many messy things, and you want me to enter Hogwarts graciously, oh, for mother's sake, Theseus Are you really my brother?"

"Hey, Theseus," Helen slapped Theseus on the back and reprimanded him with a straight face, "how did you teach your brother? He hasn't gone to school yet, so you teach him how to carry prohibited items, wait for him After going to school, do you still want to teach him how to sell prohibited items?"

"Oh, it's nothing, Mom, I still learned my concealment magic from your diary," Theseus smiled and handed the suitcase to Newt, "Mezzanine, I cast the magic, and the lifting spell is set to you The most familiar fragmentation."

I seem to have heard something terrible.

Newt complied with Theseus perfunctorily, took the box, and then stared at Helen, looking very eager for knowledge.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, son, don't look at me like that," Helen sighed and admitted her mistake, "Well, I admit, I invented this spell when I was studying. Merlin's stinky socks , I just wanted to secretly bring a small story book to Hogwarts."

"I really have an amazing mother, and an amazing brother," Newt muttered in a low voice, "It seems that I don't need to worry about anything at all."

The urging whistle sounded again at the railway station.

"Okay, I'm leaving," Newt hugged his brother and mother again in front of the platform, with the Bowtruckle tucked under his wizard's robe, poking his head out of his neck and looking around.

"Hey, Pickett," Newt tucked the Bowtruckle back into his wizard robes, "be good."

"No, master," the crisp child's voice sounded in my mind, "I seem to have seen the fourth shikigami just now."

"Huh?" Newt uttered a syllable, and turned to look where Picot had been looking, "Nobody."

Pickett curled his lips, he just hid.But Pickett didn't say anything more, and swore by his favorite cherry blossom tree. His precise intuition told him that although he is currently the most favored among the four shikigami, when the fourth shikigami appears, His position is absolutely at stake.

Although he didn't know why, he just had such an inexplicable intuition.

"Come on, then I'm really leaving." Newt bid farewell to Helen Theseus for the third time.

"Let's go, let's go, this is the third time." Helen urged him.

"Oh, for Merlin's sake, who are my mother and brother?" Newt muttered as he pushed the suitcase and turned to enter the platform.

"Excuse me. Excuse me. Where is platform nine and three-quarters?" After Newt left, a boy with light brown hair pushed a large suitcase and stood in front of Helen and Theseus, politely ask.

Helen and Theseus turned their heads to look at him, and the boy was followed by his parents. They were well-dressed, and he looked like a member of the upper class.

When Theseus enthusiastically helped the light brown-haired boy across the platform, Helen had a friendly conversation with the boy's parents.

"Are you also here to send your children to school?"

The boy's mother, a middle-aged woman with a beautiful bun, was very stylishly dressed. Hearing Helen's words, she raised her hand and pulled her sideburns, "Oh, of course, Hogwarts sounds like a real school. It's weird, isn't it?"

"Oh, Mom, she started again." The little boy with light brown hair muttered dissatisfiedly, trying to explain clearly to the handsome older brother, "My mother has always refused to let me go to Hogwarts, she I always say that this school is nonsense, but fortunately our father has the final say in our family, otherwise I would stay at home today."

There are a lot of slots in this passage. An 11-year-old child, even a Muggle, should go to school at this time. Why do he still stay at home? Theseus thought about it, and finally followed up very politely: "Don't worry, Hogwarts is a very good wizarding school, you will learn a lot there."

"That's what they all say." The light brown-haired boy laughed, revealing two very happy dimples, very beautiful.

to finish.

Looking at the light brown-haired boy, Theseus sighed inwardly, and now he can only pray that the boy is not in the same academy as their brother.

For Mei Lin's sake, his younger brother is a standard face control, and he only likes one face.

The kind with a very sweet smile.