The right way to attack Moriarty

The fat steward with small pig-like eyes waved his hand, signaling to the people around him to let Newt pass safely. Newt waited, but no one came to guide him, so Newt took out from his pocket the letter written by Jim. The note, the note was wet because it was held in the hand for a long time, and the handwriting on the side was a bit blurred, but it still showed the address very clearly.

Newt pointed to the specific address above and asked the fat steward: "Excuse me, how can I get to 2, Building 303?"

The fat steward was stunned for a moment, and almost couldn't maintain that superior contemptuous expression. With a pair of small pig-like eyes together, he stared at the note in Newt's hand for a long time, without showing any impatient expression again. As if he was very surprised, he quickly dialed an internal number, and then said to the operator, "Please get me Moriarty's secretary, thank you."

The operator checked the schedule of Moriarty's secretary and connected the call.

"Hi, how are you? Moriarty is in a meeting and probably doesn't have time to deal with—"

The fat steward interrupted Secretary Moriarty, he said: "No, it's me, fat man, there is a kid holding a note with Moriarty's address on it, saying he is looking for Moriarty, The handwriting is in Moriarty's handwriting, do you want him to go up?"

Moriarty's secretary also seemed to pause, and the fat steward continued talking for a while, and the two finally reached an agreement. The fat steward hung up the phone, turned around with a smile, and casually pointed at a person, asking him to tie the knot. Special up.

"Moriarty should be in a meeting today, you may have to wait for a while," the man explained while helping Newt lead the way, "Meeting Moriarty before was actually not such a trouble, but the situation has been a bit tense recently, brothers It’s not easy to do, so you should take more care of yourself.”

Newt hummed perfunctorily.

The place where the man brought Newt was not the address Jim Moriarty gave him, but a room next to it. The door of this room was not closed, but the carved door was open. Inside was a row of sofas and some tables. chair or something.

Should be a reception room.

After the man left, Newt stayed in the house for a while, and soon got tired of it, turned around and went out of the house, wandering around.

Jim was giving someone else a meeting at the time.

A room full of adults, surrounded by a child, the situation is indescribably weird, but there is an inexplicable harmony.

Jim Moriarty, presumably, was born with a certain cohesion.

Newt Scamander stood in the doorway, hesitant to interrupt at this moment.

Although it was half a room away, Newt could almost guess what Jim was talking about.

Jim's subordinates, perhaps it can be said that Newt looked at the group of people dressed in the same way as the coachman who had just left at the door, and they were probably engaged in similar jobs.

Jim sat casually on the main seat, listening to his subordinates report on the situation.

Jim held a pen in his hand, turning it casually, interrupting his subordinates from time to time, asking a few questions, and then writing it down in a notebook beside him.

Jim nodded from time to time, signaling to those who were presenting to continue talking.

There were not many people in the room, including Jim, there were only eight people in total.

Newt stood at the door without knocking.

When Jim turned his head inadvertently, he saw Newt out of the corner of his eye.

The pen in his hand fell to the table with a clatter, and his pupils dilated suddenly, showing a look of disbelief and surprise. Jim turned his head sharply, staring at Newt closely, as if he saw some monster It seemed that with that expression, he simply didn't expect Newt to come over at all.

"Ah," Newt said innocently, shrugging, "it seems to scare you."

"No, no," Jim cleared his throat, stood up, and interrupted the meeting. He put away the notebook and told the people around the long table, "This is the end of today's meeting, everyone. , and the rest, I will send someone to inform you tomorrow."

Everyone left one after another without expressing anything special. Of course, they might be very curious or dissatisfied with Newt, but under Moriarty's pressure, they just didn't dare to express it.

Newt moved aside, and waited for everyone to leave one by one. During this time, Newt's eyes stayed on Jim's arm—there was no bandage or injury there.

"I heard that both your left and right hands have been seriously injured, and the left hand is even useless?" After everyone left, Newt asked Jim with a frown, "I think your injury is probably not that serious."

"Oh, cough," Jim looked down at his arm, cleared his throat, and explained innocently, "It's not that serious, it's just a swipe. Didn't I just play tricks, just exaggerate, in order to attract other forces to take the bait, Hey, let's not talk about this, why are you here?"

"Ah, I already have the address, what else can't come?" Newt explained casually, and looked at him displeased as if he suddenly thought of something, "You don't think I'm just teasing you by asking for the address? .”

"No," Jim retorted quickly, "Of course not." Although Jim couldn't hide his guilty conscience, and an expression of disbelief was almost written on his face, Jim still chose to change the subject forcibly, Jim Say, "I mean, don't you really hate Muggles?"

"Fortunately," Newt didn't want to mention this question, and casually said, "Helen recently married a Muggle, and I happened to come over with her."

Jim suddenly remembered, what he heard at the train station that day - Theseus' father or something, maybe Helen was already dating that Muggle at that time, Jim was a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say. This should not have been told to Newt, who seemed to have an aversion to Muggles, but it wasn't entirely unacceptable.

The atmosphere between the two was a little dull.

Newt smiled and said, "Why, don't you invite me in for a sit down?"

Jim patted his head with a smile, said he forgot, then took Newt to a side room, took the key and opened the door.

"It's definitely not as good as the wizarding world. Everything here has to be sorted out by yourself, so it's a bit messy. You can make do with it." Jim moved a stack of materials from the sofa to free up a large space.

"It's much cleaner than my room," Newt smiled, sitting on the place Jim packed up, looking at the room. The room was actually cleaned up, but it lacked the necessary decorations. There were only beds in the room. There was no desk, not even a single vase, and the decor was so simple that Newt wondered if people had actually lived here.

Of course, there is no doubt that this should be Jim's bedroom, because Newt saw Jim's clothes on the bed in the bedroom with sharp eyes.

Jim carried the stack of materials on the sofa to the desk. The large desk was next to the window and was very bright.

There are stacks of thick ledgers and other things on it.

"Would you like a cup of tea, or coffee?" asked Jim.

"Ah, whatever," Newt said, adding with a smile, "Maybe a butterbeer?"

"Ah, then there's nothing I can do about this high-end drink." Jim looked up at Newt and smiled, "You probably have to do it yourself."

Newt shrugged, and actually stood up: "I think you should have a kitchen in your house?"

"Cough," Jim coughed dryly. He didn't expect Newt to be so easy to talk at all. Jim was dumbfounded, and even a little uneasy on rare occasions. Jim said, "There is no butter in the kitchen."

"Oh," Newt nodded knowingly, "Is there beer? It seems that you have been drinking a lot in recent years."

Jim didn't know what to pick up for a while. After he came out of the wizarding world, no one cared whether he drank or not. Everyone lived on knife edge, and no one would let him because of his young age. , Before departure, if others drink white, he must also drink white. No one will stop him from drinking because of his young age.

Jim has been busy for the past few years, pretending to be an adult, and after a long time, he actually regarded himself as an omnipotent adult. When he heard Newt's words suddenly, he felt a sense of disbelief. Miscellaneous.

Newt has already gone to the built-in kitchen. After searching for a long time in the kitchen, he finally found a few ingredients, picked and picked out the stale ones, and those that were no longer usable. Newt took two steaks that were relatively good. Going to get something simple.

Jim said he wanted to help, and Newt asked him to beat him. In the end, he didn't know whether Jim was really injured in his arm. In short, Newt was convinced that he made a mess of a good kitchen.

But Jim still looks like he has done something wrong, waiting for Newt to lose his temper, as if this is not staying at Jim's house, but staying at Newt's house.

Newt took out his wand, looked at Jim with a smile, and asked for advice, "If you don't mind, I think I can help you clean up the kitchen a little, with a little household magic or something."

"Oh, of course not, use whatever you want." Jim came back to his senses, and finally realized that the phrase "give me the address and I'll find you" that Newt said in the letter was true. After Newt got the address, Actually came to the Muggle world!

Although Newt vaguely said that Helen married a Muggle again, and said that he came to the Muggle world for Christmas, but obviously, Jim thought, according to Newt's temperament, if Newt didn't want to come to see him It means that Newt won't come in even if he reaches the door, let alone cross most of London on purpose.

Newt brought out the two prepared meals and explained.

"The taste should be okay. When I was at Hogwarts, I often made things by myself."