The right way to attack Moriarty

The coachman provided too much irrelevant information, coupled with the little idea that Jim revealed before, Newt can probably guess that Jim's game today is to use his strength to kill him with the help of the outside Italian group. The upper echelons of the entire James Group—James’ confidantes, perhaps, Newt sighed, and once again found an unseemly excuse for Jim, perhaps, everything will be better after Jim passes today, you see, he He is already voluntarily leaving the world here. Perhaps, this is just a way that Jim has to think of in order to get out. After all, in the Muggle world, once you get your hands on some things, it doesn't mean that you can leave if you leave.

Indeed, Newt could take Jim away directly with the aid of Apparition, but so what? Change, then no matter where Jim is, he is a time, time, bomb, bomb, but he has no particularly effective method for Jim.

Forget it, Newt put away the gun in his hand, sighed, and when the matter is over, ask Jim again, if Jim still has the original idea and does not plan to return to the wizarding world with him, then forget it, just be yourself I just came to see an old friend, and nothing else happened. Since Jim doesn't need me, there's no need for me to insist on doing this thing. Anyway, it seems that Jim's life in the Muggle world is not bad.

No?

Killing James, taking over James' group, or eroding the power of James' group by himself, so as to start Jim's own business, this is very similar to what a Slytherin can do, especially this Slytherin was in front of himself before, I made a general arrangement with the second in command of the James Group. That guy named Moran took good care of Jim, but Newt always felt that Moran looked at Jim in a weird way, which made people feel very uncomfortable. Comfortable.

While Newt was making up his mind, Jim dodged bullets three times. The last time, Jim was so desperate that he really took out his weapon and planned to fight back, but when Jim pulled the safety catch, he still hesitated. At this moment of hesitation, Moran, who had been watching him, solved the man for him. Jim retracted his weapon angrily, and thanked Moran. Moran was a little annoyed at his absent-mindedness. He questioned him with his eyes.

"Why didn't you shoot?"

Jim smirked.

why.

Why else.

No reason.

Ah.

Jim simply put away his weapon, groped all the way back along the corner, and stood beside Newt.

Newt didn't expect Jim to come back like this, and there were quite a few people following Jim. Newt thought that Jim would have to stay for at least another half an hour. As a result, Jim wiped it back like this, and Newt didn't have time to do it for a while. Unresponsive, a little dazed.

"Why did you come back so soon?"

"It's not interesting." Jim shrugged, looking extremely bored, and pretended to urge Newt casually, "When are you going back?"

"Leave in a while," Newt opened his eyes. After a while, he turned his head again, stared at Jim, and asked directly, "Come back to the wizarding world with me."

"Okay," Jim smiled perfunctorily, "I'm actively cooperating with you. If your treatment is effective, I should be able to go back this summer vacation."

"You know what I'm talking about," Newt said.

"You know what I mean, too," Jim asked, looking back at him, "don't you?"

Newt couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment, it was mixed with sadness, frustration, anger, and even an unknown sense of relief. At this moment, Newt didn't know why he felt a sense of relief, just as Jim at this moment didn't know, If he nods, Newt may change for him. There will be another Dark Lord in this world, a legend over the entire magic world, an overlord over everyone. A different future.

Unfortunately, there is no mind reading in this world. Jim will not know how determined Newt has made at this moment, just as Newt will not know how much of Jim's behavior today is deliberate and how much is the real truth reveal.

"It's still early," Jim looked at his watch. "Have dinner together? We can arrange a candlelight dinner or something."

"No," Newt stood up and refused with no interest. He didn't even intend to tell Jim Duarte existed. Newt picked up his coat and said goodbye to Jim politely. "I don't think it's convenient for me to interrupt."

Jim shrugged indifferently, without any sincerity to persuade him to stay, "Maybe we can make another appointment?"

"No need," Newt said casually.

Jim didn't hold back either. He watched Newt take out the potions brought to him one by one from the space expansion bag, put them away one by one according to the labels, and then listened to Newt's instructions, "These few bottles Take the potion according to the label above, and after one month, I will send a new one with an owl, and use it for three consecutive months, and if it can pass the magic power test, we will talk about other things."

"Okay." Jim agreed briskly, still cynical, blinked his eyes with an inexplicable ambiguity, "We'll talk about something else in three months."

Newt sighed unbearably. He looked up at Jim and said seriously, "Jim, I'm not kidding you."

Jim was also willing to stand up straight, his eyes swept from bottom to top, and finally fixed on Newt's face, "I'm not kidding, Newt."

Newt endured and endured, finally turning his back on Jim, keeping his voice steady.

"You employ people too biased, Jim, this is not a long-term solution. Although the coachman can be used to spread wrong information, but some things are too deliberate, and some things are not convenient to do, no matter how many coachmen you have They are always coachmen, people come and go, and there are so many guests every day, it is really too noticeable."

Newt stood in front of the carriage, turned his back to Jim, closed his eyes, and said some intrigue he never wanted to participate in in his life, "If you really want to build your own power, try the little children, orphans on the streets of London , The children begging in front of Notre Dame, they are still a blank slate, when you give him a piece of grain when his conscience is still alive, he will remember you for a lifetime."

After Newt finished his last sentence, he left without Duarte.

No matter how cruel Jim was, Newt still couldn't bear to let him go around a group of adults by himself, it was too dangerous.

But Jim finished his work at night, and stayed alone in that house without turning on the lights. It was dark, extraordinarily quiet, and the loneliness that hadn't been seen for a long time came up like a tide again, as if it was going to wipe Jim's whole body. Gai Mie, completely devoured in this dark night.

Jim is slumped on the sofa, motionless, and if you don't listen carefully, you can't even hear his unsteady breathing.

Newt's last words echoed in Jim's ears, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Newt quietly put forward the most pertinent opinion.

But so what.

What can't be done.

Jim sighed and sat on the sofa, staring at the newly changed tablecloth on the dining table.

Newt had cleaned the table earlier and put on a new tablecloth, but Jim would have preferred Newt to leave it as it was.

Chocolate beer.

chocolate.

beer.

Newt remembered that Jim liked chocolate.

But Jim no longer remembered that Newt was no worse than him in the deployment of trouble.

When butterbeer wasn't available, Newt opted for chocolate instead.

Jim didn't want to continue thinking about it. He was afraid that he would be shaken the next time he saw Newt, so he threw himself into Newt's arms without hesitation.

Jim put his hands over his eyes, over his weary face, over his frustration, and the frustration that couldn't be concealed.

After a while, Jim sighed deeply, and when he took his palm away again, the boy returned to his usual appearance.

The boy stood up, turned on the light, and methodically dialed the internal number.

"I'm looking for Admiral Moran."

The operator finished the work quickly. Jim didn't say anything in detail on the phone, but made an appointment with Moran. This matter is too secret, and he needs to talk to Moran privately. It's not convenient to say it on the phone, because it This kind of phone, no matter what is being said, the operator can hear it clearly.

He and Moran have been planning for a whole month for tomorrow, and no mistakes are allowed in it.

A month ago, Moran led his men into a conflict with a leader of the Italian Group, which later turned into a large-scale fight between the James Group and the Italian Group. Jim pretended to be injured in the fight, and James The news of the long-standing internal discord, two heavy news exploded in the Italian group. In order to be realistic, Moran even asked the coachman and the gypsy girls to spread the news that Moran was no longer in charge for another week, and the James Group The description of the tragedy is appalling.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible for the Italian Group to remain indifferent. Sure enough, the people of the Italian Group have already begun to bite the hook today.

The massive brawl that just took place was just an appetizer, and the real highlight is behind.

The leader of the Italian group belongs to the radical faction. In this situation where the battle ahead is good, the Italian group will definitely take advantage of the victory to pursue and take down the James group in one fell swoop.

And their usual trick is to assassinate the head of the group.