The right way to attack Moriarty

The materials in the kitchen are limited, and the kitchen looks like it hasn’t been used for a long time, with a layer of dust, but the ingredients in the kitchen are fresh, and I don’t know what Jim usually eats. Thinking of this, Newt simply asked up.

"What do you usually eat? I don't think there are many ingredients in the kitchen, and the kitchen table is covered with a layer of dust. You don't usually use it, do you?"

Jim put down his fork, looked up and smiled: "Why, do you feel distressed?"

"Yeah." Unexpectedly, Newt actually followed Jim's words. Newt looked at Jim rightly, and for a long while, as if he had made a decision, he said to Jim intently, "You Do you want to stay in the wizarding world?"

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Jim laughed and leaned back in his chair in complete disbelief. Jim looked at Newt with a smile in his voice, as if Newt had just fired a car. Innocuous jokes, not some hints of deep meaning.

Asking a Squib if they want to stay in the wizarding world is as much a hint as a straight-up proposal.

"Of course." Newt also put down the fork in his hand, and looked at Jim very seriously, "I'm very serious."

Jim tilted his head and seemed to be smiling, or maybe not smiling.

The shadow hit Jim's face, and Newt could only see the corners of Jim's lips move, and Jim's hand on the table also tightened subconsciously.

"Newt," Jim turned his head and stared at Newt's face intently, as if that would give him more courage to refuse, "I don't know why you suddenly had this idea, if it's guilt, there's no need , if not for you, then all the wizards present that day would have died, you saved them and me too, don’t feel sorry or anything like that, I just did what I wanted to do at the time, it has nothing to do with you. "

"You don't have to feel guilty to me, there's no need." Jim looked at Newt intently, with a sincere expression and a very clear rejection.

Newt made him laugh angrily: "You think I'm the kind of person? Someone who would invite you to stay with me in the wizarding world because of guilt?"

"I don't know, Newt," Jim stared at Newt carefully, "I don't know you any more than you know me—"

The voice of the phone interrupted Jim Moriarty's words abruptly. Jim stood up as if he was relieved, and left the table as if fleeing. He hurriedly poured down the chocolate beer on the side, leaving the table in a mess.

"Sorry, I have a call," Jim said.

"Please." Newt nodded politely, signaling him to be casual.

The phone is on the side of the bedroom, not a few steps away from here, and Jim's words came clearly.

"Yes, no, inform all the coachmen, get the guys, and prepare to do it, well, I know, it's okay, give me a quarter of an hour, I'll go down right away, what's going on with the gypsy girl, okay, has the news arrived? Very Alright," Jim's voice was tinged with feverish excitement, so excited that Newt froze for a moment.

Page after page of pictures came to mind.

Jim crushed the Bowtruckle arrogantly.

Jim arrogantly fired a curse.

……

Jim in missing and Jim in reality overlapped and separated again, indistinct, seemingly real or fake.

Newt suddenly realized a fact.

What Jim said was not necessarily unreasonable.

Jim is still continuing to arrange the follow-up matters in an orderly manner with incomparably fiery enthusiasm——

"Notify the fans of the club that the fish has been hooked. The people transferred by Moran will copy from behind. The entertainment tabloids are ready. Remember to leave the headlines on the front page tomorrow. The major newspapers say hello, come on, stop talking I'm playing tricks, I don't know you yet, the one who pulled me into bed a few days ago is the son of the newspaper boss, what's the big deal, if you do his work, he can do things for you casually It's done, it's done, I won't talk to you anymore, greet everyone, and be ready to close the net at any time, the celebration banquet will take you to have fun, have a good time, fuck you, the oiran will leave it to the person with the most heads Brother, if you kill the most people, the oiran will let you..."

Jim laughed and joked with the other party, but what he talked about was how to take human life.

Newt couldn't see Jim's expression, but he could tell from Jim's voice that Jim was in a very good mood now.

Even with some faint excitement.

The veil that was put on because of separation and longing was mercilessly torn off amidst Jim's excited voice. Newt stood there, looking at Jim who was completely different from what he had imagined.

Jim, without any prettification, has a natural love for cruelty and sadism.

perhaps--

Newt looked down and sighed.

He doesn't know Jim.

not at all.

Jim hung up the phone, and when he came out of the bedroom, he had returned to his previous appearance, still smiling, without a single formality, as if there hadn't been any dispute between him and Newt just now.

The one who seriously rejected Newt and analyzed the problem to the point was not called Jim, but someone else. Jim even asked Newt with a smile if he was interested in watching the big show tonight.

A big drama about turf competition, a big drama that can dye the whole land red.

Whether to continue indulging in his own imagination, or accept Jim's invitation, and truly know the person in front of him again.

Obviously, Newt stood up, cleaned up the messy tablecloth, and took the leftovers back to the kitchen.

Jim is still there describing the impending mass brawl, as if trying to scare Newt back with words.

As always, Jim likes to play like this when he has a guilty conscience.

The ghouls of the past are now the Rush.

"Okay," Newt stood back at the table, calmly watching Jim's exaggeration, and when Jim finally stopped, Newt agreed very calmly, "Such a wonderful show, I will definitely go to see it, what time, at where?"

Jim choked and was completely stunned, completely unaware that Newt's answer would be like this. "No, why did you agree?"

Newt smiled: "It seems that you are right, you don't know me well."

Jim was speechless, and let Newt go in and out of his room, up and down, and cleaned everything inside and out, making the whole house clean and bright, before he gave up. .

"Let me tell you, Jim," Newt sat on the sofa, rubbing his sore shoulders, "the place I live in is not so clean, they usually clean it, I just look at it, and basically don't do it. .”

"That's really my honor." Jim put his hands in his pockets and whistled briskly, "It's an honor for you to give it to me for the first time."

Newt smiled, but didn't answer.

After about 5 minutes, Newt pointed to the clock on the wall: "Didn't you say to meet them in a quarter of an hour? It's time."

Jim stood up, dawdled back to the desk, opened a drawer, took out a gun, then leaned on the table, looked straight at Newt, with a serious tone.

"You really want to come with me?"

"Ah, yes, how can I miss a big show that can dye the whole of London red?" Newt lazily stretched his arms and stood up from the sofa.

Jim stood against the light and seemed to be smiling. His low voice came from the side, carrying a little unknown sadness, but was soon covered by a forced smile, as if it was just a flash in the pan, just Newt's Illusion, not reality.

Jim walked towards Newt, stopped in front of Newt, and said with a smile:

"It's good to be together, it's time for you to get to know me again, no matter what, I'm also a figure who controls the wind and rain in London now, and I'm no longer that poor little guy who follows you around—"

"You're not a little pitiful," Newt interrupted Jim, standing up from the sofa with Jim's strength, Newt smiled, "Don't think I don't know, when you were around me, it was just Because I'm fun, different from your playmates, just hang around me, just like Muggles chasing gypsy girls, you're having a great time, what a pity."

Jim shrugged and gave a smirk: "It was discovered."

"Let's go," Newt opened the door from the bedroom and walked out first.

The car was already parked downstairs, and the driver saw Jim going downstairs from a distance, and opened the door eagerly, just waiting for Jim to get in the car, Jim didn't go to the passenger seat, but sat in the back seat with Newt.

After a while, Jim said.

"After watching this performance, go back to your world obediently, and don't meddle in my future."

"I don't need your protection, never have."

"Ah," Newt turned his head, nonchalantly perfunctory, "Let's talk about it when you can influence my decision, or, would you consider changing to another identity that can influence my decision?"

Jim loaded the gun, and the action was crisp and quick, as if he had done it a thousand times. Newt caught a glimpse of Jim's sophisticated technique out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help frowning, a little displeased, but Newt didn't say anything.

Jim saw it sharply. In fact, Jim did these things in front of Newt's eyes, just to let Newt realize that the current Jim is no longer the kid who crushed the Bowtruckle to death. In Jim's hands now, Thousands of lives are at stake.

Jim knew where Newt's bottom line was, and Jim also knew that it was absolutely impossible for Newt to lower the bottom line for himself.

Newt is that kind of Hufflepuff, everything can be compromised and forgiven, except the part that touches the bottom line, the bottom line of being human.