The right way to attack Moriarty

"No." Jim grabbed Newt's sleeve and stopped Newt from leaving.

Newt stopped and looked back at him: "Aren't you thirsty? There's no water here."

Jim took the opportunity to pounce on Newt, and said what he had planned for a long time without changing his face: "I don't want water, I want tongue kisses."

Newt pondered for a minute, then asked him seriously: "Isn't that more thirsty?"

"I don't care, I just want tongue kisses." Jim took the opportunity to roll up the quilt and rolled on the bed.

"I just want tongue kisses I just want tongue kisses I just want tongue kisses I just want tongue kisses I just want tongue kisses hurry up kiss me hurry up kiss me hurry up kiss me kiss me kiss me..."

Newt cleared his throat and stared at him sideways. At this moment, Newt felt that the little cold water just now seemed to have no effect. He needed something colder to maintain his sanity that was about to break.

Newt held back for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back.

Jim seems to be addicted to playing this time.He was rolling around on the bed, yelling all kinds of lines while rolling, his acting skills were outstanding, he played several roles by himself, and he could hold up an entire play by himself.Newt smiled softly, he stood up, put one hand on Jim's ear, and whispered "Hello".

Jim's rolling route was stopped, and he was still a little confused.He probably didn't even realize that Newt would actually agree.So the dark-haired boy opened his eyes wide and looked at Newt rightly.He watched in disbelief as Newt got closer and closer through the distance between him, until their lips met.

"Open your mouth." Newt bit Jim's lip lightly.

Jim hadn't reacted yet.

Newt licked his lips lightly again, and repeated: "Don't you want a tongue kiss? Open your mouth."

Newt's tongue twirled against Jim's lips, and Jim finally understood.The tip of the pale tongue sticks out and touches Newt's lightly.Newt laughed, admiring Jim's movements.The light touch, the tossing and turning temptation, just a kiss, abruptly made Jim perform tremblingly.

As Newt thought about it, he suddenly realized that he and Jim didn't kiss much, and even less tongue kisses.In the limited number of kisses Jim never seemed to take the lead in the kissing.

At this moment, the black-haired boy's movements were a little jerky, with extra caution.

Newt didn't rush him, didn't fight for the initiative, and let Jim kiss him lightly and shallowly.The hands supporting Jim's ears, occasionally tidying up the broken hair on Jim's forehead, are well-behaved, and the hands do not walk around according to the owner's wishes.

Jim suddenly reached out from under the quilt and wrapped his arms around Newt's neck.

Seemingly dissatisfied with the light touch before, Jim increased his strength this time, his tongue wrapped around Newt's tongue and sucked, like a traveler walking in the desert, tasting the sweetest spring water in the world.

No matter how much is enough, no matter how much you eat, you will not be satisfied.

Newt followed Jim's strength, one hand underneath to protect Jim, preventing him from falling.In fact, this position is not comfortable, especially for Newt who is propped up on it, this position simply violates the basic mechanics of human beings, and it is extremely uncomfortable.But Newt could only do so now.

Newt had this realization when he turned Jim into a couch and Jim turned into a bed.After all, there is no difference between a bed and a sofa for Jim, but for him, the difference is still very big.

A sofa can only hold a kiss, but a bed can do more.

But not.

No way.

He won't do much more until he's married to Jim.

Therefore, he can only support his hands on the bed now, preventing his body from coming into direct contact with Jim.Also prevent your hands from wandering freely on the people below you according to your own mind.

Jim seemed dissatisfied with Newt's inactivity, so he snorted and nibbled on Newt's tongue lightly.When Jim's teeth touched Newt's tongue, Newt felt that his whole body was about to explode. He really didn't have more rationality to warn himself, and he didn't have more thinking to think. At this moment, he just wanted to coerce This dexterous tongue sucks it fiercely, depriving all the air and all the moisture.

Fierce and vicious, Newt's kiss was so strong that Jim let out a sigh of contentment.

Newt's hand resting on Jim's ear gradually moved down.

When he reached the edge of Jim's pajamas, Newt sighed inwardly, and stopped abruptly.

Jim didn't notice, all his attention was on the tip of his tongue with Newt.

Newt put his hand back in place, and gently brushed Jim's fallen hair.

The tongues of the two touched and then separated, entangled and separated, coerced and retreated, separated and chased.

10 minutes passed.

10 minutes passed.

Newt moved his aching neck, taking the lead in deciding to end the kiss.

Jim reluctantly chased the tip of Newt's tongue, the pale tip of his tongue sticking out of his lips, and even licked the corner of Newt's lips.

Newt smiled and kissed him back again.

The kiss this time was obviously more intense than the last one, and also more sticky and lingering.

Newt barely stopped before Jim was on top of him.

He got off the bed, picked up the wizard robe on the side, put it on casually, picked up the wand, and cast an unlocking spell on the door lock of the house: "I'm going to get water."

"I'm not thirsty." Jim threw away the quilt that was wrapped around him, and looked at him brightly, "Let's continue."

Newt turned his head and said blankly, "I'm thirsty."

"Oh," Jim replied sullenly.After a while, Newt had just taken two steps and hadn't reached the door yet.Jim regained his energy. He jumped off the bed and ran to Newt.

Jim stood in front of Newt and said with a smile, "I'm with you."

Newt straightened his wrinkled pajamas for him, and squeezed his flushed face: "You, just stay here."

Oh, so angry!

"I don't, I want to go with you." Jim struggled, trying to find freedom of movement.

Newt didn't continue arguing with him, and just changed a mirror for him.

The black-haired boy in the mirror had a flushed face, and his eyes were shining with excitement.There was an unusual redness at the corners of the eyes and eyebrows.

Jim closed the mirror with just one look.

He is not a child who has never seen the world and knows nothing.Over the years, he followed James, followed Moran, mixed with a bunch of street homeless people, and went to many places where he should go and where he shouldn't go.Although I haven't done these things myself, I have seen many people do them, watched them, and even planned them.Every time a gypsy girl gets out of a different bed, it's like this.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see his current state at a glance.

Jim didn't continue to ask to go out, but worried about other things.

"Well," Jim asked hesitantly, "is this room safe, will there be ghosts, house elves, professors sneaking in, or seeing something that shouldn't be seen."

Newt gently squeezed Jim's side face and sighed.

"It's only now that I think about it, isn't it too late?"

"Yeah," Jim pretended to follow Newt and sighed, very melancholy, "Who made me forget everything when I saw you?"

Newt lowered his head and bit Jim's side cheek lightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, this place is very safe. It's so safe that even the invisibility cloak, one of the Deathly Hallows, can't get in."

"I'm going to get something to eat, what would you like to eat?" Newt asked him, "Let's talk about Second Salem and Austria-Hungary by the way."

Jim thought about it seriously for a long time, and then smiled slyly: "As long as you feed me, I will eat anything."

"Love talk is perfect." Newt rubbed his hair and gave him a forehead kiss, "Then I'll take it according to my taste?"

"Yeah." Jim nodded, found a large book in the room, and read it while lying on the bed.

When Newt came back, Jim actually read more than half of a book.

"What are you looking at?" Newt asked casually.

"Dark magic teaches you how to live forever." Jim closed the book, talking nonsense.

"Bullshit," Newt didn't continue to talk nonsense with him, "I know the books in my room, how can there be such books?"

Jim laughed and didn't dwell on the subject.He leaned over to Newt and counted them one by one: "Veal steak, lemon juice, salad dressing—hey, you also took chocolate and panna cotta."

"Well," Newt put the plate on the table beside him, and set the knife and fork, "don't you like that?"

"Are you going to class later?" Jim sat next to Newt, picking up a glass of lemonade.He wasn't hungry, he just didn't want to miss his chance to have lunch with Newt.

"No," Newt refused flatly, "When did you see me go to class?"

"Then I won't go either." Jim thought for a while and said.

"Huh?" Newt turned to look at him, "Isn't there a class from your dean this afternoon?"

"It's okay, he didn't call names, I skipped Dumbledore's class, and I'm still missing a Potions class?" Jim said nonchalantly.

"Skipping class is not a good habit." Newt smiled and shook his head, "Don't follow me."

"Hey, do you have the nerve to talk about me?" Jim murmured dissatisfiedly, "Look at the piece you hang on, it's all about not getting enough grades in normal times. If this continues, do you still want to graduate?"

Newt smiled and shook his head, not continuing on the subject.

After a while, Jim suddenly spoke.

"Did you know early on that nothing would happen to the Austro-Hungarian Empire?"

"Well," Newt swallowed the food in his mouth unhurriedly, and admitted generously, "At least nothing will happen because of my mistake."

Jim reacted quickly.

"Is that bottle of basilisk venom fake?"

"Well," Newt nodded, "I can't let such a dangerous thing out."

Jim muttered in a low voice: "Really, you don't even trust me, it was a waste of my trying to act like a baby."

Newt smiled, but said nothing.

If it weren't for your acting like a baby so hard, maybe I wouldn't be so quick to doubt.

"Did the accident of the last heir of the Austro-Hungarian Empire be planned by Second Salem?" Newt asked.

"Isn't it?" Jim wasn't sure. "I haven't heard of it."

"Wizards who frequently appear in places where Muggles live recently are related to Second Salem?" Newt asked.

"No way," Jim thought for a moment, "Second Salem usually has a single-line connection, and I don't know their layout, but," Jim looked up with a worried expression, "this time about the successor of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, It was my arrangement."

Newt sighed, swirling the spoon in the glass, for a moment, Newt said.

"I know, I guessed it."

Jim stared at Newt with wide eyes: "How do you know? It's impossible."

"You won't be so enthusiastic and serious when doing things for others," Newt threw the spoon in his hand, a little annoyed, "According to your temperament, if you don't want to do something, you can create ten thousand kinds of difficulties, let The plan is ruined."

Jim is embarrassed.

Newt knew him better than he'd ever expected.

"For what? Tell me why." Newt asked, his tone calm, "The heir of a country, this is not an ordinary person. You should know, a wizard who entered the Austro-Hungarian Empire from England, carrying a bottle of A drug capable of causing a sudden neurosis, after which the heir to the country died suddenly. What does this mean?"

Jim faltered and said nothing.

Newt sighed, and didn't want Jim's answer. He continued: "Jim, this matter may start a war, a war between Britain and the Austro-Hungarian Empire, and even involve the basilisk. The venom and the wizarding world involved, this is not only tens of thousands of lives, it is more likely to expose the entire wizarding world, and even be completely subverted by Muggles."

Jim turned his head and explained in a low voice, "No reason, just—"

"Just enjoying the fun of manipulating other people's lives?"

"No." Jim bit his lower lip, feeling a little aggrieved, for a moment, he didn't even want to explain.

Newt noticed Jim's expression keenly, and he also noticed Jim's reluctance.

"I can't think of any other explanation," Newt sighed, "unless you really want to destroy the entire wizarding world."

Jim didn't speak.

The disappointment in Newt's words was overflowing, it was impossible for Jim not to hear, he was weighing.

He hasn't decided whether he should tell the truth or not.

He wasn't sure about Newt's reaction.

He didn't know if he should nod, or if he should admit it.

"Jim, I want to know why you did this," Newt noticed Jim's hesitation, and he said softly, "Didn't you say that I don't know you well enough, and that I don't ask anything. Now, give me a question." Know your chance?"

Jim wanted to nod, longing for Newt's presence.I've been alone for too long, too long, I don't know the taste of crying, I don't know the warmth of embrace.

He is greedy for the warmth of Newt, he is greedy for Newt's strength, he is greedy for Newt's kiss, he is greedy for Newt's care.

He wanted to admit it, he wanted to admit it quickly, but reason held him tightly.

he can not.

He never bothered to conceal what he did, but this time, he clearly knew that he couldn't say it.

At the beginning, Newt was able to turn against him in a small shop in London because of tens of thousands of lives that he had never met before, accusing him of being heartless.So now, Jim couldn't imagine—if Newt knew the truth, it would be the most absurd Newt's guess.Would Newt still be willing to sit with him calmly and finish the meal?

Everything today was too pleasant, and Newt was even more gentle than before. He didn't want such a sudden ending to be sweeter than the beginning.

So he can't, even if he admits to the crime of "trying to obliterate the existence of so many people just because of boredom", he can't admit it.

He is afraid.

He worried that Newt would no longer want to look at him or speak to him because of things in the wizarding world.

Jim even regretted it a little. He shouldn't have taken this step forward on the spur of the moment.

This is the wizarding world, where Newt grew up.This was not the place where Muggles lived, and there were thousands of wizards, and it wasn't just some coachman Newt met on the streets of London.If Newt could turn against him because of the deaths of a few Muggles, it might not be impossible to put a jinx on him because of these wizards.

At that time, he raised the coachmen for two years and let them disappear in this world. Newt was furious. Now, this wizarding world has raised Newt for 12 years. If Newt knew that he once wanted this wizarding world to disappear, probably Will send him directly to Azkaban.

I just don't know if Azkaban accepts Squibs.

Jim's mind was spinning a thousand times.

Newt didn't seem to be aware of it, and didn't press Jim too much for an answer.

Newt even had the time to smile at Jim.

"I'm here at all times. I won't leave because of these things. I've heard Theseus say that Slytherin has a habit," Newt laughed, looking at Jim. "I used to think This habit is simply nonsense, but now, I feel pretty good."

"What?" Jim asked following his words, attracted by his attention.

Slytherin's habits, in Newt's eyes, what good habits could Slytherin have?

Newt gently broke Jim's clenched fists and said softly.

"Only look at the future, not the past."

"Jim, I do the same to you."

The author has something to say: Tomorrow's update depends on luck, I guess I won't be able to catch up with tomorrow's seven o'clock.Wipe away the tears, the single dog was deeply hurt by Jim and Newt, her little book got stuck in the plot and refused to move forward, what should I do, wipe away the tears. 2333 Think about the chapter [-]-word update tomorrow night, and the single dog will come back to life again!Then think about the five thousand on Thursday, and she died again.