The right way to attack Moriarty

The next morning, Jim finally cornered Newt in the hallway.

Newt was holding a piece of bread in his mouth, holding a thick parchment bag full of thick parchment books in one hand, and closed the door of the library behind him with the other hand. Concentrating on the bag in his hand, he didn't even see a big living person standing in front of him.

"Hey," Jim stood in front of Newt, deliberately elongated his tone, soft and coquettish, "Where are you going?"

"Well," Newt raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then put the parchment book in his hand back into the bag, took the bread from his mouth, and mumbled, "Find a place to read."

"Aren't you going to class again?" Jim muttered, walking behind Newt with small steps.

"Well," Newt swallowed all the food in his mouth, and finally freed his hands to hold the book bag in his arms.

"Dumbledore praised my wand yesterday. He said it fits me very well. He also talked about wisdom and strength. Anyway, he said that the wand you made is very easy to use." Jim took a few steps and came to Newt. , raised his head, looked at Newt, and smiled happily, "I said thank you to him, and I wanted to tell him proudly that this is the wand you made for me! I made it myself!"

"Well," Newt replied in confusion, "I forgot to ask you, is your wand still smooth?"

"Of course it's easy!" Jim blinked mischievously, and said to Newt solemnly while walking backwards, "It's very easy, just like your hand holding mine."

Newt suddenly smiled, and scratched Jim's nose with his hand.Jim blinked, and laughed too. His long eyelashes brushed Newt's hand before he could withdraw it, and brushed Newt's heart like a small brush. Newt withdrew his hand without changing his face, and forcibly changed the subject.

"Did he call the roll again?"

"what?"

"Has Dumbledore called his name again?" Newt repeated, asking Jim with a smile.

Jim replied dully: "There are more than forty people, you are the only one who didn't come, and you didn't tell me earlier, or I can help you answer something."

"It's okay, there's no need," Newt said indifferently, "he'll hang me up for another year at most."

"By the way, June said she gave you my Quidditch registration form, where is the registration form?"

"Oh," Jim lowered his head, hesitating for two seconds between obediently admitting his mistake and forcing an excuse, and then chose the former, "I lost it."

"Lost it, or lost it?" Newt sighed, passed Jim, and stopped in front of a closed classroom door.

Pickett jumped out in three steps and two steps, and helped Newt unlock the door very skillfully.

Newt stepped in.

"Uh," Jim paused, and walked in behind Newt, "I lost it."

"Aren't you naive?" Newt rubbed Jim's head twice.

Jim was embarrassed, and didn't know what to say for a while, it seemed that all his eloquent and eloquent skills had been thrown to the land of Java by him.At this moment, he could only be in a daze, unable to answer a word, secretly hoping that Newt would not be angry.

Of course Newt was not angry. Newt just wanted to laugh a little. He threw the registration form happily, but now he is pretending to be pitiful. Newt pushed Jim out of the classroom and helped him straighten it out. Hair, before Jim came back to his senses, threw Jim out of the room with the sentence "Hurry up and go back to class," and closed the door of the room by the way.

How angry, Jim stomps his feet outside, can't talk a few words every time we meet, he's moving to the Hufflepuff dormitory!

Newt doesn't have much free time to chat with Jim, his time is too tight.Ravenclaw, who had been corresponding with him before, learned of the subject he was going to study from somewhere, and just sent a letter by owl yesterday.In the letter brought by the owl, there are not only the recent research directions of the Obscure, but also the latest research trends of the Obscure. At the end of the parchment, Ravenclaw even told Newt a list of corresponding reference books, from From simple to complex, from the last century to recent years, all the information related to the Obscure has been recorded in detail on the parchment.In the end, Ravenclaw also intimately told Newt about a secret library, as long as he walked back and forth three times in the corridor between the tapestry depicting the idiot Barnabas training the dwarves to dance the ballet and the human-sized vase, it was always in his heart Read this book list silently, and this library will appear.

Newt just came out of the library that Ravenclaw said, and the parchment bag contained the books on the list of books recommended by Ravenclaw.In the library, Newt flipped through it roughly, and found that most of these tomes were dedicated to the study of obscurity, but most of them were obscure. How many times higher.It also means that Newt may have to struggle with professional books for a while again.

When Jim returned to the Slytherin dormitory, he saw the chubby boy with flaxen hair again. The boy had a pair of protruding eyes and an ordinary appearance. He was holding a wand and confronting three little wizards at the moment.

Jim was so tired after a whole day of class, and Newt's special wand couldn't soothe his young heart, so he planned to go around.

Unexpectedly, the three little wizards surrounding the boy didn't think so. They saw Jim with sharp eyes, and turned their heads to Jim when they were aiming at the wand that was aimed at the chubby boy with protruding eyes.

"Sorry?" Jim frowned and looked at the three little wizards.

The three little wizards looked like dogs, and they didn't look like arrogant and unreasonable people at all.The three little wizards walked out of the Slytherin lounge and stood in the Hogwarts lobby, probably causing a group of girls to scream.Full marks for appearance.As for Jim, he is more tolerant towards good-looking people, so he didn't plan to do anything at all, and just fooled it casually. Anyway, these people are not here for him, so there is no need to stand out .

But when Jim took a closer look, he found one thing. These three little wizards were all Myron's best friends.

Come on, he knew it.

Myron is here waiting for him.

No wonder I didn't do anything on the first day of school, I dare not be cowardly, but I'm holding back my big move here.

"Horace Slughorn, is this your helper?" one of the little wizards asked with his head raised.

The protruding-eyed boy turned his head to look at Jim, spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, and cursed through gritted teeth: "I won't be so despicable as to ask anyone for help, only bastards like you can do such a nasty thing!"

The little wizard at the head seemed to be deaf. He didn't care what the protruding-eyed boy said. He pointed at Jim arrogantly: "Then, new helper, accept our punishment."

Jim:? ? ?

Jim can't quite understand the logic of this group of people, but sooner or later, this fight will have to be fought.Not today, but also tomorrow, any day is the same.What's more, he may not be good at other things, but he is very good at fighting things.

Fighting with wands, he has been playing since he was a child, and he is very familiar with it; fighting with fists, he is even more familiar.

Since the age of eight, he has been living on the streets of London with his bare hands.If it didn't happen twice, it would have been scrapped long ago.Speaking of which, he already has small muscle groups, tsk, the next time you see Newt, you must show off to him, it is best to let Newt feel his small muscle groups, um.Then something indescribable can happen.

Jim gave a successful smirk.

"You," the leading little wizard pointed his wand at Jim, "what are you laughing at?! Be serious!"

"You're sick," Jim lazily took out his wand, aiming at the three little wizards was a series of "split".

Powerful, but not very powerful.

The wizard robes and shirts of the little wizards were cracked into pieces under the Bone Crushing Curse, flying all over the sky. The scene was very touching.

"Ah," the three little wizards yelled helplessly, and ran back to their dormitory one after another, leaving a group of people stunned, and then burst into laughter.

"The technology is very skilled," Black patted Jim on the shoulder, and looked at Jim with the gaze of a "communist", as if he had discovered some new world, Black said with sympathy, "This is really exciting, I will Sleeping with other people, and playing like this! Handsome! So handsome!"

Jim: ...

It's over, I have to go to Newt and explain.Jim could probably imagine how the message would spread tomorrow. After Black slept with his dormmates, Moriarty slept with three Slytherins at once.Oh, for Merlin's sake, Jim covered his eyes, and began to make up all kinds of gestures for forgiveness, no, Er Kangshou, Newt, don't go, you listen to my explanation, ah~

In Jim's mind, he silently made up a number of unsuitable scenes.

However, it can only be imagined.

The truth of the matter is that rumors circulated in a small area of ​​Slytherin. Given that Slytherin's relatives and friends were all over Hogwarts, in the next half month, rumors began to circulate in the small noble circle of Hogwarts.

It's a pity that Newt is neither in the range of Slytherin nor in the range of minor nobles. He probably can't be counted in the circle of Hogwarts students for a whole month, because he has been working behind closed doors for an entire month. month.

A month later, Newt was finally willing to open the door of that classroom, and appeared under everyone's eyes again.

"Newt," Jim dawdled, holding a Quidditch entry form, and came to the long Hufflepuff table. He pushed aside the light brown haired boy sitting next to Newt with a stern face, and insisted on being beaten. with Newt.

"That," Jim murmured, handing the registration form to Newt, "your Quidditch registration form."

"Oh," Newt glanced down, stuffed the bread in his hand into his mouth, and said vaguely, "I've asked June to refill it."

"The game is going to be played today, isn't it a bit late for you to deliver the registration form now?" Gavin muttered unconvinced. I caught Jim's pigtails for a while, and I must get it back severely. "You might as well send it again next year, just in time for next year's re-registration."

Jim gave Gavin a hard look, and mouthed silently, "I want you to mind your own business." Gavin wished he could roll up his sleeves and fight this ignorant guy: "Why shouldn't it be my business? You little undercover Slytherin, go back quickly, by the way," Gavin rolled his eyes, and asked in a difficult way, "The game is about to happen, Gryffindor has a bet, who did you bet on?" win?"

Jim completely ignored Gavin's provocation, he turned his head to Newt and said, "Do you want blueberry sauce or salad dressing, I'll help you get it."

"No need," Newt drank his last sip of milk and stood up from his seat, along with the other six members of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

Jim stops in front of Newt.

"We're coming in." Newt spoke to him patiently.

Newt's flying skills are good, but this is his first year on the field, so he is inevitably a little nervous, especially when he is forced to play without preparation.Now I really don't have the mood to chat with Jim here.

He signed up as a Quidditch substitute at the time, and he wasn't supposed to be in the second grade this year.However, the original Chaser suffered a broken bone in Defense Against the Dark Arts class and was unable to participate in the competition at all.

So June could only find Newt, who had a perfect score in the flight class, in the substitute team.To be honest, Newt's magic level is good, which is a recognized fact in Hufflepuff.

Unsurprisingly, he was sleepy last night when he received a note from June in the Hufflepuff kitchen. The house elves looked at him pitifully, as if if he refused, the elves would come to him. Hit the wall collectively.Newt had no choice but to bite the bullet and even drank the milk that he hadn't drunk for many years this morning. Helen kept emphasizing to him that milk has the effect of calming the nerves.

Merlin knew whether it would work or not.

"If it's okay, can you step aside, Mr. Moriarty?" Newt was really not in a good mood, and his tone was not very pleasant.

"Wait a minute," Jim stood on tiptoe and lightly touched Newt's lips. The tip of his reddish tongue protruded from his lips, lightly licking away the milk left on Newt's lips.

There was a gasp all around.

Newt sighed inwardly, clasped the back of Jim's head with one hand, took the tip of Jim's tongue in his mouth, sucked back and forth, deepening the kiss.

Newt's side face just blocked Jim's slightly red cheeks, and Newt even put his other hand on Jim's side waist intimately.

The gasps all around turned into booing and whistling, and cheers one after another.

Jim's legs and feet were already weak, but now they were so weak that he couldn't stand up.

The waiting whistle blew again, Newt let go of Jim, and whispered in Jim's ear.

"I'll wait for you to explain how to sleep three Slytherins at once."

Jim almost choked on his or Newt's saliva, and stood aside in embarrassment and embarrassment.

Newt straightened his collar for him.He took his broom and turned to follow his teammates who had been waiting for him. The seven Hufflepuff players went to the special preparation room for Quidditch together.

Hufflepuff vs Slytherin.

The seven members of Slytherin cooperate very well, and this is the fourth year that they have played together.Whether it is a hitter or a chaser, every move is full of fit.In contrast, the situation on Hufflepuff's side is worse.

Hufflepuff just retired a Chaser this year, and because of an accident, he replaced Newt as a substitute, so obviously, in the process of searching for the Quaffle, the cooperation between the three Chasers was not perfect. Not very optimistic.However, soon, the three Hufflepuff Chasers found a tactic suitable for the three of them, and it didn't take long for the score of the whole game to be tied.

"It's rare," said the Head of Hufflepuff. "I thought we were doomed this year."

"Oh," Dumbledore sat next to Head Hufflepuff, and smiled back at him, "Newt has always been a variable, you should trust the students in your own house."

"No," the Head of Hufflepuff looked at Newt in the field, "Albus, did you know? Newt took most of the books about Obscurity from the Room of Requirement."

"So what?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "Helen cracked the entire defense system of Hogwarts back then, didn't she also do nothing?"

The Head of Hufflepuff sighed: "That's different, Helen always knew what she was doing, and no one could interfere with her. But Newt is different, as you can see, the Slytherin's just now boy--"

"It's nothing different," Dumbledore stood up, "Don't forget, Theseus' father is even crazier, but look at Theseus, he is now a member of the Auror Division of the International Ministry of Magic, Helen put Theseus is doing well."

"She'll take care of Newt well, too."

The long Quidditch match finally came to an end. Hufflepuff and Slytherin had been at a stalemate. At the last moment, Hufflepuff's seeker was the first to find the Golden Snitch, leading by 150 points. Slytherin.

"Have you figured out how to explain it?" Newt wiped the sweat off his brow and sat beside Jim.

"I haven't slept with them. Why don't you check it yourself?" Jim twirled the wand in his hand with a sly look.

Newt sneered, and turned his head to look at him: "I'll give you another chance to talk well."

"Ah, it's nothing," Jim shrugged, "It's just a common trick of Slytherin. You have never been out of Slytherin before, so you must not understand it. You can't understand it even if I explain it. During the process of provocation and counter-provocation, something went wrong," Jim shook the wand in his hand, "the force of the fragmentation was not well controlled, and it tore the clothes of the three of them."

"Did you control your strength?" Newt put down the sweat towel in his hand, frowned and looked at the wand in Jim's hand.

"Is there something wrong with the wand?" Newt took the wand from Jim's hand with a puzzled expression.