The right way to attack Moriarty

so high.

Newt aimed at the nearest tree, stretched the telescopic rope, and then threw it towards a main branch on the top of the tree. One end of the telescopic rope was tightly glued to the main branch. The other end of the rope was tied around his waist, and he pressed the button.

The retractable rope shortened suddenly, and Newt was directly dragged away. Like a ball of fur, he was thrown directly from the window to the top of the tree, almost missing his heart, liver, spleen, stomach and lungs. This feeling was not at all pleasant. Newt lay on the top of the tree and retched twice, and rested for a long time.

After a long time, Newt raised his head and looked at the tree in front of him.

The trunk is thick, the canopy is dense, and the shade is sunny, which is in line with the living habits of Bowtruckle.

Newt prayed secretly as he slid down the tree trunk.

Hopefully I'm lucky enough to spot a Bowtruckle or two.

In this way, I don't have to run around, climb up and down.

Newt looked around the tree for a long time, and finally found a Bowtruckle in a hidden corner.

The green one should be a juvenile Bowtruckle. It is staring at Newt curiously at this moment. Its small eyes are correct and its expression is alert. Its front paws have been raised high. If Newt does something to hurt the branch Thing is, the juvenile Bowtruckle will pounce on Newt in no time, fighting the intruder to the death.

Newt crept over, careful not to make any noise that would scare the juvenile Bowtruckle away.

Bowtruckles are not very resistant to Newt's approach. They are naturally shy, but they take good care of their neighbors. When it comes to things that don't involve trees, Bowtruckles are very friendly creatures, and they are full of enthusiasm in most cases. bona fide.

Ten steps.

Five steps.

two steps.

Newt took out the bag, and the green Bowro's eyes lingered between Newt's hand and the tree, always on guard against Newt's harm to the tree.

Newt held the bag high in his hand.

The Bowtruckle still stared at Newt warily, with no intention of running away.

Newt's bag snapped down—

Suddenly, the tree trunk shook for a while, accompanied by bursts of strange laughter.

"氆氇氆氇..."

Newt and the Bowtruckle looked down almost simultaneously.

A group of young wizards were shaking the trunk very proudly at the moment, and some of them were still peeling off the bark.

The Bowtruckle was furious and jumped down. Newt hurriedly buckled the bag, trying to prevent the Bowtruckle from escaping.

However, the anger of the Bowtruckle far exceeded Newt's expectations. He stretched out his front paws and scratched Newt's hand. At the same time, he jumped precisely on the face of a little wizard who hurt the tree trunk, and scratched hard with his back paws. With the little wizard's "ah", the face of the little wizard let out a scream, and the Bowtruckle used its hind paws to jump onto the face of another little wizard. In just a short while, three little wizards had already The wizard fell to the ground covering his face.

All of a sudden, the little wizards were in a mess.

"Quick imprisonment." Jim Moriarty, the leader, waved the toy wand in his hand effortlessly, and the movement of the Bowtruckle froze in an instant. Moriarty, trying to kill the nasty little wizard by sight.

Everything happened in a flash, Newt came down from the tree, and it was over.

Jim Moriarty held a stiff Bowtruckle, looked at Newt coldly, and sneered.

"What? The Scamander family is too poor to buy a pet, so their youngest son needs to catch it himself?"

"Give it to me," Newt said impassively, reaching out to Jim Moriarty.

"Why?" Moriarty laughed arrogantly, "By your brother Theseus, who has obtained an Auror internship qualification from the British Ministry of Magic?"

"Oh, brother~" Moriarty imitated strangely, "Come and help me, the Moriarty next door is bullying me!"

"I found out first." Newt ignored Moriarty's sarcasm, and answered his first question with a blank expression.

"Oh," Moriarty sneered, "I caught it first."

"If it wasn't for you guys, I would have caught it," Newt tried to reason with the brother of his brother's best friend.

Theseus almost never talked to Newt about the school. Amos, who he ran into in the bookstore that day, was the only classmate of his brother Newt knew, and the younger brother of his brother’s good friend. In Newt’s world, this was considered category of one's own.

However, the youngest son of the Moriarty family didn't think so, especially since the Scamander family on the opposite side took away his brother's Auror internship qualification from the Ministry of Magic!

Moriarty raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, the five-year-old child already had the first signs of cruelty.

"Really?" Moriarty squeezed the Bowtruckle's neck, and smiled cruelly—

"Then you beg me, crying and begging—oh, Master Moriarty, please give me back my Bowtruckle—"

Moriarty directed and acted for a while, and then had a new idea.

"Or," Jim Moriarty shrugged indifferently, "you could yell - Theseus Scamander is a fool, a fool, and damned to hang -"

Jim Moriarty played vigorously by himself, and a group of young wizards behind him booed and laughed together, and they were very supportive.

Newt reached into the bag with one hand when the group of bastards had no time to pay attention to him because Jim had all their attention.

There is a toy wand in the brother's prank box, which can instantly stun the opposite person.

Tucked it into a bag before leaving, just find this wand—

Jim Moriarty continues his acting career, fantasizing about Newt Scamander's [-] ways to cry.

Newt's hand had reached the toy wand, and Jim was still wrapping up his long speech.

"I'm in a better mood, maybe I'll give you back this little pity."

"You're dreaming!" Newt pulled out his wand violently, and said "pass out" to Jim.

Jim laughed contemptuously, without moving a muscle.

Just when Newt thought the attack was going to work, a jewel on Jim's chest flashed, emitting a dazzling light, completely blocking the attack of "Stunningly".

Newt showed an annoyed look, damn it!He had forgotten that the Moriartys were bloody Slytherins!The whole body is covered with alchemy armor, and Merlin's stinky socks are really careless!

Jim smiled smugly.

"It seems that little Newt is not very obedient~" Jim tightened his hand on the Bowtruckle's neck——

"and you--

"—Go catch another cutie."

The Bowtruckle didn't even have time to whine before ending its young life.

It was the first time for Newt to face such a cruel scene directly. Helen is a hawk breeder and loves all kinds of magical animals very much, and Theseus has been telling Newt that magical animals are the same lives as wizards. Deprive them of their right to live at will.

Even if Newt hated Muggles, it was only because Muggles' lives were too fragile, not because of other malicious reasons such as inferiority and vulgarity.

This kind of random killing by Jim Moriarty brought great disgust to Newt.

Newt couldn't understand, no, couldn't tolerate - killing life in any form.

However, Newt at the moment had no other choice.

He didn't even have a wand.

In the first few years of his life, he had been learning various foreign languages. Apart from common sense in the magic world, Chinese, Japanese, and a small amount of other languages, Newt didn't have much else.

Newt couldn't even cast a decent spell without his brother's toy wand.

This kind of Newt, it is impossible to defeat the youngest son of the Moriarty family who is covered with all kinds of alchemy armor on the opposite side.

Moriarty sneered, let go of his right hand, and the crushed Bowtruckle fell to the ground. He turned around to greet his little followers, and a group of people left laughing and laughing.

Newt crouched down, picked up the body of the Bowtruckle with both hands, and looked up at Moriarty deeply.

He will remember this moment.

I remember that at this moment, because of his weakness, a young life fell for no reason.

And he will always remember this moment until he becomes stronger and stronger enough to kill all evil.

The tender green Bowtruckle lay motionless in Newt's palm, Newt stood up gently, and said "Activate the Onmyoji system".

The Bowtruckle died from the "Onmyoji system," and Newt wanted to bury it in the yard.

At least, he wants to take it to see the five-star array.

Dark night.

Newt appears in the courtyard with a Bowtruckle.

The room was still dimly lit, Newt sighed, and entered the room with a Bowtruckle in his hand.

On the side of the five-star formation, the Gouyu was still placed in the groove. By some strange coincidence, Newt gently put the Bowtruckle that had already cooled down into the five-star formation. Before Newt had time to back off, a flash appeared in the five-star formation A red light wrapped around Newt tightly.

Newt was shocked, and looked intently, only to find that one end of the red light in the five-star formation came from Bowtruckle. This red light tightly connected the two of them together. Te seems to have heard an extremely small voice——

"The Bowtruckle becomes your shikigami."

"Please name the hunchback of the n-level shikigami."

Newt's eyes widened in disbelief, and the voice in his ears kept repeating over and over again, Newt still couldn't believe it was real, the Bowtruckle really died at the hands of Jim Moriarty Here, this is what he saw with his own eyes. Just a moment ago, the body of the Bowtruckle was still in his palm, but now, this voice actually reminded him that "the Bowtruckle has become your shikigami" and asked him to be your shikigami for the Bowtruckle. name? !

"Pickett," Newt hesitantly said, a name he still doubted about the life and death of the Bowtruckle until he finished.

"Picot," just finished speaking, Newt suddenly felt that there was a faint connection between himself and the Bowtruckle, and within the five-star array in the room, a statue of Bowtruckle rose steadily, Occupies the first position in the upper left corner.