The right way to attack Moriarty

the next morning.

A few minutes before breakfast, the Hogwarts hall was filled with people one after another.One by one, the little wizards came out of the dormitory, yawning, rubbing their eyes, they were so sleepy, but they had to hold on, and sat in the hall.

Today is the day when the Potions class receives papers, and many young wizards are busy exchanging ideas with other young wizards in the hall.Of course, the main form of communication is to copy a little from the east and copy a little from the west, and write a so-called paper together.

Holding his head, Jim pushed out his homework, letting the little wizard opposite and the little wizard next to him browse at will, while he kept sighing subconsciously.

"What's the matter?" The little wizard who copied homework was very loving to his classmates. Hearing Jim's constant sighs, he took time out of his busy schedule to care about the little wizard who provided homework around him.

"It's okay." Jim sighed again just after he said it was okay.

Horace Slughorn, the little wizard on the opposite side, glanced at Jim, a pair of protruding eyes appeared in his light-blond hair, and then he quickly lowered them without saying anything.

After a while, Slytherin's playboy, Blake, walked towards them carelessly, put his arm on Jim's shoulder very casually, and posed a pose that he thought was cool.

"It's so early in the morning, what are you worrying about? I heard you sigh from ten meters away. If there is something unhappy, tell us to make us happy?"

Jim Moriarty opened Blake's hand impatiently, frowned at him, and said nothing.

"Hey, what's the tantrum this early in the morning?" Leta Lestrange also came, and now she straightened her skirt and sat on the bench, took out the small mirror, and adjusted the tassels on her earrings.

She was trying to straighten out the tassel earrings this time, and when she saw Jim Moriarty, she glanced back at the Hufflepuff table, but didn't see Newt.Leta Lestrange understood immediately, and the sweet-looking girl smiled, "What's the matter, I haven't seen it for a day, why do you think so? Don't say you two are dating now, even if you two don't For dating, he didn't show up in the hall, if you want to see him, you can go to him."

Jim sighed unconsciously again.

Leta Lestrange thought for a while, then turned her head and said to Jim.

"I heard from them that Newt prefers to stay on the third floor recently, so you go there to try your luck?"

"No," Jim Moriarty finally stopped sighing, lying on the table wearily, looking back at Leta listlessly, and rejected Leta Lestrange's proposal, "We're not dating. "

"Huh?" Leta Lestrange's hands trembled, and her ears hurt. However, she quickly shifted her attention, "You didn't date Newt? Who did you lie to? What happened the day before yesterday, everyone In full view, in broad daylight, we are all watching."

"That's right." The little wizards copying Jim's homework kept moving their hands, quickly copying Jim's answer, and echoed one after another.

"The kiss the day before yesterday, tsk tsk, I thought something indescribable was going to happen to you."

"Ha, maybe it's because you wanted something unspeakable to happen last night, but Hufflepuff didn't let you have any unspeakable thing happen to him, so you had a fight?"

"Ha, maybe it was because of the position problem, the two had a fight, and then Hufflepuff abandoned our little Slytherin without hesitation."

"Oh, you just quarrel when you quarrel, why do you say such things that you don't date in a fit of anger, do you know how many little girls have taken aim at that Hufflepuff Chaser since the Quidditch match the day before yesterday?" While learning from Jim's homework, the little Lytherin witch snarled at the Gryffindor long table, trying to solve the little Slytherin on her side, "Gryffindor opened a bet, the minimum number is Twenty more."

"You guys are so annoying." Although Jim was not worried about these things, but now he heard this group of young wizards say this, and he suddenly felt sad. Even the things that were very sure became uncertain.He sat up angrily and threatened the group of talkative young wizards, "Say one more word, and I won't copy it for you!"

"Okay, okay, let's shut up." The little wizards nodded unanimously, and turned to continue the work at hand, "The data of your potion is closest to the theoretical result assigned by the professor, you have the final say."

Blake sneered, and started yelling as he watched the excitement.

"What's the matter, so many of you are afraid of him alone?" Black put one hand on Jim's shoulder, looking at Jim, hello, me, and everyone, but actually doing things to sow discord, "What are you afraid of?" Ah, such a small Potions class homework, so many of you, can't you make a piece of data?"

A little wizard who was familiar with Black curled his lips, and while quickly copying Jim's homework, he muttered an explanation to Black.

"For whoever's sake, I don't know what's wrong with the homework of the potion class this time. The experimental data we have done has been inconsistent. The scale of the potion has never matched the output of the magic power. The boiled potion has never been successful. , either the color is wrong, the color is wrong, or the efficacy is wrong, the most reliable one, the result is that the medicine is not effective. Ha, let me tell you, we are almost driven crazy by this homework." The little wizard from a He pulled out a piece of parchment from the pile of homework books and handed it to Black, "Here, this is it."

Blake took the parchment and glanced at it.The little wizard quickly picked up the quill again, and kept changing Jim's various data. In his busy schedule, he took the time to explain the homework on the parchment to Black, "The model of this thing is very difficult to find. .Seriously, there are so many of us, well, plus Hufflepuff who is in class with us, a total of 120 people. And really only Jim Moriarty made the correct data. We are not without Do it, but they all fail. How many times you do it, how many times you fail. Seriously, if there wasn't another Jim Moriarty who succeeded, we'd all think the professor's Potions homework was wrong this time. "

The little wizard muttered unconvinced, as if he was very dissatisfied with the professor of Potions, and didn't care that the person he was slandering was the head of their academy.

The other little wizard was about to finish learning from it, and he echoed while completing the final supplementary work.

"So, we can only follow Jim's traces and make up, and we can almost hand it in." The little wizard closed his parchment homework, put the quill back into the ink bottle, and shrugged, "Who told me We can't make the right potion ourselves, and can't get the right range of data?"

Blake looked at the parchment, frowned, and then glanced at Jim Moriarty lying on the table, without saying a word.

Leta Lestrange looked at Black curiously, and smirked: "This is not right, Black, this is not your style. Shouldn't you call the dean a fool or a first-year fool now?" ?”

Blake smirked back at Leta Lestrange, walked around Jim Moriarty, stood behind Leta Lestrange, and helped her straighten her crooked tiara, the handsome boy smiled Looking at Leta Lestrange in the mirror, she smiled hypocritically and said, "My dear girl, if you look down at the title yourself, you will know the reason."

Leta Lestrange frowned, looked down at the parchment in Black's hand, and then looked at Jim Moriarty in disbelief.

"This is impossible!"

"There is nothing impossible," Blake sighed, and put the parchment back on the table, "After all, he is Moriarty, you know, Moriarty is good at playing with people's hearts, and he can also look directly into people's souls. "

"Sorry," Jim Moriarty interrupted their conversation with a smirk, "I don't think I'm Moriarty anymore."

"Oh, boy, this is not something your stupid parents have the final say on." Blake replied with a smile, "The blood talent exists in the blood, not attached to a simple family tree tapestry."

"They can't decide whether you will stay or stay, and they can't decide your height." Black pondered for a long time, and finally looked at the black-haired boy very sincerely, "It's a pity that they abandoned you, oh, maybe, you consider becoming A Black? Oh, that's a really good idea." Black looked very proud, as if he had come up with an extremely brilliant idea.

Jim Moriarty sneered, turned his head to look at the skylight of Hogwarts without answering.

Blake wasn't angry either. The invincible handsome boy shrugged his shoulders and turned back to his seat idly, waiting for the breakfast that would appear in a while.

A group of owls rushed into the Hogwarts hall from the skylight of Hogwarts, and all of a sudden, there were flying owl feathers and various packages everywhere.

Jim Moriarty quickly caught a package, avoiding the tragedy of the contents falling into the water glass again.

"Oh, you have a lot of packages recently." The little wizard who was sitting beside Jim Moriarty finally completed the reference plan at the last moment, and said with his head tilted.

"It's okay," Jim Moriarty laughed, but he didn't know what to do.

In yesterday's letter, Moran said that everything was going well, and if there were no problems, he would probably be able to hear news about another heir to the Austro-Hungarian Empire's sudden neurological disorder leading to suicide today.

The venom of the basilisk flows out from itself.Once this matter comes to light, it will be a matter of time before Newt suspects him, and there is no excuse.

What's more, Jim didn't have a better way to solve this matter at the time.However, he still chose to place himself directly in the whole incident.Because at the time he wanted a clear answer, he wanted to know how Newt would react if he really saw what he had become in the past three years.

In other words, Jim was testing Newt's limits.

Jim didn't want to pretend, if he could, to Newt.He hoped that in every moment of being with Newt, all his scheming would be used for love words, all used to please his Newt, instead of calculating this and that, if even this plain If even expectations cannot be fulfilled, then he would rather not.

Jim sighed long, but he regretted it now.

Sometimes, things that change inadvertently often play a key role in the end.

As a prefix, there seems to be little difference between "fun" and "more important than oneself".But in fact, there are so many things that are missing, so many that Jim is a little hard to understand.

The current him can't understand why the past him couldn't speak human words properly.

And the him in the past probably couldn't understand why he wanted to change completely for just one person.

Subscribed to Newt for The Times yesterday, on purpose.

This is the pit that his past self dug for his present self. He has to jump, and he has to jump without hesitation.

Because he has no way out.

Jim subconsciously looked at the Hufflepuff table.

Newt had just appeared in the hall of Hogwarts, but judging from the route, he didn't come out of Hufflepuff's dormitory, but he just came in from the Forbidden Forest.

Newt staggered to Hufflepuff's long table, there were dark circles under his eyes, and he kept yawning.Jim looked at Newt right and wrong, and felt that he was missing a glance.

Newt sat down on the bench without any image, and stretched out his hand to reach for the blueberry jam beside him.Gavin grabbed Newt's arm in disgust, rolled up the sleeves of the wizard's robe for him, and helped tie Newt's loose sleeves by the way.

Jim suddenly felt that if he could only look at Newt from a distance like this in the future, but could not communicate with him or get close to him, then he might as well go back to the place where the Muggles lived.

Although it was just a house, there wouldn't be such a scene that stung him all the time.

The owl flapped its wings and flew over Hufflepuff's long table, dropping a piece of parcel.

The newspaper that Jim ordered for Newt fell straight into Newt's hand.At the same time, there was another small package, which also looked like a newspaper.

Newt frowned, seemingly puzzled, but opened the newspaper anyway.

Jim sighed, followed Newt's actions, and opened the crumpled Times.

first edition.

No.

Second edition.

No.

The third edition.

No.

Jim turned over four full pages of the newspaper in disbelief, and finally had to believe that what happened to the heir to the Austro-Hungarian Empire was not reported in the Times Daily? !

What exactly is going on?

A feeling of surprise welled up in his heart, and Jim even had a secret poking idea for a moment.Since the matter has not been disclosed, is it possible to pretend that nothing happened.Newt wouldn't necessarily know about it by now.If the Times thinks the matter is too small to warrant reporting, it may stay out of it.It is possible that Newt will never know about this matter, and he can continue to stay by Newt's side and enjoy Newt's various cares.

Even if they are not in a relationship, Jim knows that Newt treats his date with a lot of tenderness. Newt is such a person. He may not be too romantic, but he will definitely treat his date with love. Well looked after.

Jim gathered up the newspaper in his hand, and finally compromised in the past few days of Newt's tenderness.

At this moment, his earlier thoughts had been left behind by him, and all he could see was the scene of the light brown-haired boy repeatedly standing up to help Newt get the jam.

By the time Jim realized what he had done again, he was standing at Hufflepuff's long table, opposite Newt.

Seeing Jim approaching, the little Hufflepuff wizards booed unanimously and sighed one after another.

"wait for me a bit."

Newt looked up at Jim, with an uneaten piece of bread in his mouth, and said vaguely.

Jim said "uh" and stood there.

Newt quickly grabbed another slice of bread from the table and devoured it.By the way, he drank a glass of milk and wiped the corners of his lips. After that, he quickly took out a notebook from his schoolbag and pushed it to Gavin with one hand.

"Help me hand in my homework, the group work will be done when I come back tomorrow."

Gavin:? ? ?

Abandoning Gavin who was in a state of disbelief, Newt carried the schoolbag in one hand, took Jim's hand in the other, and the two of them walked out of the hall together.

"Wait, you're not going back to the dormitory tonight?" Gavin yelled from behind, and then suddenly realized something, and the sound was automatically muted.

Following Gavin's silence, the entire Hogwarts hall was silent for a minute, and then erupted instantly.

"For Merlin's sake, the two of them went out for the night?"

"My Merlin, can anyone tell me where in Hogwarts I can avoid the professor's surveillance?"

Some Gryffindor students even jumped onto the benches and made a new bet noisily.

As for the content of the game, please refer to the speculations of the Slytherins this morning.

"Hey, am I the only one who cares about the difference? Today there is a transfiguration class that needs to be called, hello!" A little Slytherin wearing silver and green suddenly yelled, and then imitated Dumbledore's voice, seeming to He imitated like that, "Very well, since our little friend didn't come, ten points will be deducted from Slytherin."

"Haha, what are you afraid of, Hufflepuff will deduct ten points from every class." The Slytherin on the side finished eating the food in his hand, and calmly relieved the little Slytherin on the side.

"That makes sense," little Slytherin nodded, "I suddenly felt sorry for Hufflepuff and the others."