The right way to attack Moriarty

The next day, Newt skipped class, followed a statue of Hogwarts and sneaked into the Forbidden Forest according to the map——all kinds of intimate knowledge about Hogwarts that his brother had given him. He sneaked out of the campus along the end of the Forbidden Forest, apparated directly outside the tall fence, and went to the central London street where Jim was.

It was a shop close to the monastery, surrounded by many homeless and begging children, as well as many pedestrians in a hurry, and occasionally a few invisible beasts passed by, bouncing and throwing them into the big box at the door of the shop. A stack of parchment, and then walked away laughing and laughing. There were also a few invisible beasts in the opposite direction. The address on the paper, to send the parchment to where it should go, and this gold Galleon is the reward they deserve.

Newt didn't know what expression to make - this shop had achieved the perfect fusion of wizards and Muggles, and he couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

Newt looked up, the curtain on the glass window was not in the way, and after a few small spells, he could clearly see the scene inside.

At that time, Jim was crossing his legs and instructing Duerte to carry the parchment from each household, while commenting on the case in his hand arrogantly.

"This is so boring."

"That man is simply sick."

"No, no, this is too bloody. I just promised your master that this case cannot be accepted."

Newt unconsciously twitched the corners of his mouth. The haze that was still there disappeared in an instant. For no reason, Newt's mood became inexplicably good. The blue sky and bright sunshine outside the window dispelled the gloom and sorrow of many days.

"Ah, that's a good case," Jim stared at the parchment in his hand, his eyes sparkling and full of interest, he stood up with great interest, pacing up and down the room, and then remembered something, He sat back on the sofa uninterestedly, frowned, and his expression was very displeased, "Well, but your master said that you don't want my hands to be stained with blood, I just agreed to him, hey, it's so annoying. But this case is too It's fun, I must pick it up, let me think about it..."

Newt's hand that pushed the door stopped in mid-air, with a complicated expression on his face.

Duerte rolled his eyes secretly, and said in his heart, work hard, but work hard, I didn't expect you, an unlucky bear, to miscalculate one day, in front of the master, you actually thought about how to fool the master, tsk tsk , Think about the fate of Yan Mo, who is obedient and obedient, hahaha, little Jim is going to be in bad luck.

Duerte almost couldn’t hold back the corners of his mouth, hahahaha, it’s so popular, popular, word of mouth, hahaha, he must take a small notebook to write it down, and when he is oppressed by Jim again, he will read it. Hahahahaha.

Jim was still talking to himself about the research method. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and his brows stretched.

"Yes, I thought of a way to let him die unexpectedly and cleanly. Well, your master said that you don't want my hands to be stained with blood. I promised him, and I will naturally follow suit. Well, this case If you do it like this, it doesn't count as dirtying my hands."

"Boom," Newt threw a whole space compression bag onto the table in front of Jim. The potion inside rang for a long time, and Jim looked up in surprise. The moment Newt came into sight, he had not had time to fade away The proud expression still hangs on his face, as if chapped, he froze in place, unable to react properly for a while.

"Misunderstand what I mean, promise me to stop on the surface, but behind the scenes, they are still intertwined and intertwined. There is nothing left behind, neither what you should do nor what you want to do," Newt tilted his head and sneered. Biting the word very hard, "Moriarty, Professor, is it fun to play me for a fool?"

"I didn't," Jim murmured subconsciously. He was indeed stunned. He didn't expect Newt to come over. He stood there in a daze, but when he reacted quickly, he subconsciously retorted "I didn't." Finally, he wanted to continue explaining, but found that there was nothing to explain about this matter, and he didn't want to force an explanation, even if he wanted to quibble, in just this moment, he could find a thousand or ten thousand sentences without any loopholes. The reason, but he couldn't say it.He doesn't want to use it.

Newt is right. What he does is actually not much different from what Newt understands. After all, he forcibly interferes with the trajectory of other people's lives, interferes with other people's lives, and uses all kinds of things to make the difference. The way to come to the table, do all kinds of things that come to the table and things that don’t come to the table.

Jim's long silence completely angered Newt.

Newt no longer forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, he stared straight at Jim, with a very bad tone, "Aren't you unhappy if you don't hurt anyone for a day?!"

Jim coughed and tapped the back of his left hand with his right hand.

"Why did you come here? At this time, shouldn't you be in Hogwarts?" Jim looked up and asked Newt.

"Class?" Newt sneered. "Let me ask you, when the James Group fell apart, the sacrifice of nearly tens of thousands of lives was part of your plan?"

"What do you mean?" Jim looked at Newt warily, and glanced at the invisible beast out of the corner of his eye.

"What do I mean?" Newt sneered, "Do you still feel that these [-] lives are counted on your head, and you have been wronged? According to your logic, as long as it is not directly handled by you, it has nothing to do with you ?”

The anger that Newt had accumulated for half a year finally spewed out, approaching Jim: "You had predicted their end, and instead of stopping them, you used the anger of these people's relatives to directly pull the deceased James from the altar. Destroyed the whole James Group, didn't it?"

"Can we talk about something else?" Jim looked up at him with a very calm tone, "It's a rare meeting, do you have to waste it on these irrelevant things?"

"Irrelevant?" Newt repeated. "You don't think these things matter?"

Jim shrugged, casual and perfunctory.

Newt stared at him intently.

"...Yes." Jim was silent for a moment, and admitted frankly, "I did it. I knew that all these coachmen and gypsy girls would be sacrificed. The top and bottom of the group have a good relationship." Jim looked up at Newt with a calm expression, and even smiled, "Several of the gypsy girls have a good relationship with the top management of the James Group. Awesome, I paved the way for them, and they ran up here, and several of them were going to talk to the high-level about marriage. I don't know where they got this ability, but it's cheap for me , " Jim shrugged indifferently, "otherwise, the higher-ups wouldn't have defected so quickly and sided with Moran and me."

"That's tens of thousands of lives!" Newt was furious and yelled at him, "Do you still have a conscience, this is not one or two people, this is not one or two strangers, these are all your subordinates, you know How much do they love you? When I came to see you that day, the coachman admired you very much, how could you treat them like this?! Moriarty, do you still have a conscience?!"

Jim sneered, and looked at Newt in amazement: "I raised them for two years, and they sacrificed for me willingly, what's wrong with that?"

"As for conscience, it probably disappeared early in the morning. Does the Moriarty family have such a thing as conscience?" Jim remembered something, and sneered, "Didn't Artemis say that, if it weren't for the Moriarty family He is still living happily with his Muggle wife and son, sorry, my conscience was abandoned when the Moriarty family was born."

"Sorry," Newt apologized without sincerity. He knew the Moriarty family's frivolity for his unscrupulous words just now, but he didn't expect Jim to care so much about the Moriarty family's frivolity. Thinking about it, Newt still couldn't hold back, and taunted, "I thought, you've been used to it for a long time, you don't care about human life, why, you still don't show any kindness for the Moriarty family back then. Are you sad to be kicked out of the wizarding world?"

"Who knows, maybe." Jim shrugged indifferently, and stood up from the sofa cushions. "If you came to ask for a crime, I've confessed." Jim handed his white wrist to Newt. "What, Are you going to take me on behalf of Scotland Yard? Come on, Inspector Scamander."

Newt suppressed the anger in his heart and knocked off Jim's hand. Newt took out another wand from the space compression bag and threw it to Jim casually.

"Your wand, after drinking the last bottle of potion, you will be able to take your wand to Hogwarts this September, please do it yourself."

"Yo," Jim wasn't annoyed, he played with the well-made wand with a smile, and whistled frivolously, "You can do it, the wand that you didn't buy for a thousand Galleons back then is now free. , how polite you are."

Newt really wanted to hit Jim back, but he couldn't help it. He felt that he was going to be blown up by this anger.

He can tolerate Jim's arrogance, bullying others, or more problems, but really, what annoys him the most is Jim's attitude of not getting in, and his face that doesn't leak.

"It's a gift from the Chimera to help you return to the wizarding world." Newt turned his back to Jim, his tone was very flat, "A wand is included as an apology for my reckless proposal that day, Moriarty, you really should I'm glad I didn't promise me that day, otherwise, I would have stripped your pants and pressed you on the bed, and beat you until you cried."

"Don't," Jim put his hands in his pockets, and walked up to Newt step by step, "Take off your pants, so don't beat me until I cry, at least you have to beat me until I cry." Jim's eyes were on Newt. Spinning around, "Or, you can't?"

Newt held back, but still couldn't hold back, grabbed Jim's chin, and bit it hard.

It wasn't a tossing and turning kiss, but a simple and rough bite, which was more punishing and powerful. It didn't take long for Newt to taste the blood on Jim's upper lip.

This guy's blood turned out to be hot too.

Newt thought sarcastically, this man is cold-hearted and heartless, the blood flowing in his body should be cold.

Just as Jim opened his lips, intending to deepen the kiss, the tip of Jim's pale tongue had already protruded from his lips, half exposed.

Newt let him go, his expression dull.

Jim froze for a moment, then shrugged indifferently, leaned half against the wall, and stared at Newt.

"Are there any plans in the afternoon? Go out for a drink or two?"

Newt didn't answer, and directly Apparated.