The right way to attack Moriarty

Then gave a dog-gnawed answer.

"Downtown?"

The man who is the moving map of London's activities, John Clay, answered Jim Moriarty's question with such a rhetorical tone and such a dog-eaten answer.

Jim rolled his eyes impatiently.

"Of course in downtown, my man," Jim sighed, taking the blueprint from John Clay, "Come on, I'll take you around the so-called downtown. I think you'll have a new surprise."

It is a north-south traffic artery.It is bustling with people doing business.There were shouts one after another, and a steady stream of people passed through these places and stepped on the sidewalk beside the road.

Gorgeous shops, magnificent commercial buildings, and shiny banks.

"It can be called one of the most prosperous areas in London." John Clay looked at the bank building beside him and said to Jim with emotion.

"Let's go, brother. Let me show you what is called one of the most prosperous areas in London." Jim led John to turn a corner, circled the square, and walked to the other side.

"Huh?" John Clay was taken aback. "Wait, there's no road over there. I remember it should be a wall over there. Hey, there's no road over there."

Jim ignored him and walked over.Turned around the other end of the plaza, stopped there, and waved to John Clay.

"Oh, you're so stubborn," John Clay came over reluctantly and complained to Jim, "I've said it all, there's no way there."

Jim took a step forward, revealing a wall behind him.

"Turn it over," said Jim.

"What?" John Clay looked at Jim in disbelief.

"Turn it over." Jim repeated impatiently, "I'm thinking about whether to increase the chips. It's a big loss for you to seven and three, because you are so verbose and not obedient."

"Okay, okay," once money was involved, John Clay gave up. He resigned himself to his fate and climbed over the wall according to Jim's instructions.

Jim propped up with one hand, jumped, and appeared on the wall very flexibly.

John Clay didn't even see Jim's movements clearly, and saw Jim appear beside him very deftly.John Clay exclaimed in disbelief.

"My God, how did you do it?"

Jim pulled a fake smile at him: "If you are chased by wild dogs for ten kilometers, you can do it easily in the future."

"Now, get down." Jim gave John Clay a little push from behind.

The wall is not too high, anyway, not too high for a grown man.

So, when Jim pushed, John Clay didn't fall, but staggered.

Jim jumped down too.

"Come on, let me show you around the busiest street in London."

John Clay stabilized his body and regained his balance with difficulty.After listening to Jim Moriarty, he raised his head and looked around.However, as far as I looked up, as far as I could see, there were dilapidated grocery stores, a tobacco shop in disrepair, and a small kiosk selling newspapers.And a bunch of dingy veggie restaurants, dying wagon factories and the like.

"My God, where did you take me?" John Clay asked in surprise.

"Six and four," Jim said impatiently. "This is the other side of the square. Behind your so-called impenetrable wall."

"How can you just raise the price?" John Clay protested.

Jim pulled a smirk: "From now on, you'd better keep your mouth shut. Answering your question puts me in a bad mood. When I'm in a bad mood, I like to find other people's troubles. I think, this Fault, as an old man in the London neighbourhood, you should know it."

John Clay nodded hastily: "Okay, I'll shut up."

"Then what should we do next?" John Clay continued to ask.

"What's the biggest problem you eight are facing right now?" Jim asked him back.

"Because there is not enough manpower, there is no way to transport the gold out." John Clay replied obediently.

"As far as I know," Jim pointed to a photo studio opposite, "there is a basement, a dark room, and the backside happens to be the Bank of London."

"So," Jim looked at him blankly, "do you know what to do now?"

John Clay's eyes lit up at that moment, and he looked at Jim full of admiration and surprise.

"My God, you are a genius."

"You're welcome, remember you are six and I am four."

"Okay, no problem." John Crabbe gave an "OK" gesture.

Jim originally thought that the matter of John Clay was over like this, but he didn't expect that when he went back to school on the third day, John Clay appeared at the door again.

"Hey, well, there's one more thing I want to consult."

"ask."

Jim threw the suitcase, impatient.

"That's right, uh, cough, the owner of that shop refuses to transfer the shop, what should we do now?"

"He won't sell it to you, can't you go in and apply for a job? Are you stupid?" Jim was in an irritable mood, and his words were also full of anger, "When did I tell you to let you buy other people's shops? Do you have any common sense? That piece of land is so worthless, and you went to buy a store from them for no reason, do you think the police won’t be able to find you by then?”

"What then?" asked John Clay.

"Won't you go in and be a buddy? You idiot! That's a photo studio! Isn't the basement of the photo studio easy to get into?! Are you getting water in your head?!"

"Why are you so angry?" John Clay was scolded head and face, but he was not very angry. He expected to be scolded before he came, but he didn't expect Jim to scold him so badly.

Jim couldn't hold back, and burst into a foul language.

John Clay was embarrassed and didn't dare to speak.

"Are you all right?" Jim Moriarty suppressed his anger and pulled up the suitcase on the ground. "If it's all right, I'm leaving."

"It's all right," John Clay pulled a wretched smile that you know and know, "I wish you a happy date."

"Get out!" Jim kicked him and dragged the suitcase away.

Hogwarts.

Newt stayed in Hogwarts when he came back from the wizarding town that day and never went out again.

He didn't even go to Helen's house.

According to the tradition of the ancient Artemis family, Helen and Randall summoned the soul of Newt from hell through sacrifice, as the bloodline successors and talent successors of their Artemis family, and became their Artemis family. The new patriarch of the Mies family.

According to Randall, it was because both Helen and Randall firmly believed that the patriarch would bring them glory.

Unfortunately, Newt didn't think so.

Newt really couldn't understand their thoughts.

Randall didn't say anything, that guy was out of his mind.

Helen, really, Newt really, can't face Helen for a while.

No wonder Helen subconsciously avoided every time the subject of her father was brought up.

Fortunately, he was considerate at the time and thought that he was just born by a chance encounter overnight.

Who would have thought that he was not born normally in this world at all.

Newt sighed, letting the wind by the lake turn the book in front of him to another page.

The pages of the book were turned, making a rattling sound.

Chimeras circled around his feet.

When Jim was dragging his suitcase back, he passed by the Black Lake, and by the edge of the Black Lake, he saw such a scene.

The boy with light blond hair was leaning halfway under the tree, with one leg stretched out straight, a thick book was placed on it, the other leg was curled up casually, the boy's hand rested on it, the evening sun, through the Layers of leaves hit the boy, covering the boy with a hazy beauty.

For a moment, it was a little unreal.

Dragging a heavy suitcase, Jim walked out of the stone-paved path and stepped into the withered grass.

The suitcase made a heavy sound, and the wheels were blunt, which was very clear in the silent campus.

Newt didn't know what he was thinking, he didn't notice it at all.

Jim struggled to put the suitcase aside, took small steps, and sat down beside Newt.

Quietly, without making a sound.

Newt still didn't notice.

Until Jim's hand covered Newt's book.

Newt seemed to be awakened, looked at the white fingers on the page, and turned his head away.

"Why did you come back so early?" Newt didn't seem to be intimidated by Jim, he asked lightly.

"Guess." Jim took away Newt's book, sat on Newt's lap, and smiled back at him.

"I don't guess." Newt took the book from Jim's hand, put bookmarks on the previous page numbers, and then put the book on the grass.

"Not at all with me," muttered Jim.

Newt sighed: "I don't want to talk about love now, you can either sit here or go back to the dormitory."

"So, what's the matter?" Jim asked him.

"It's okay, don't ask." Newt rubbed his hair tiredly, and fell back, lying flat on the grass beside the Black Lake.A head of light golden hair was in front of his eyebrows, and under the sunlight in the evening, it was finely shredded, just like his broken mood now.

"Then I'll lie down with you for a while?" Jim found a small, less dirty place next to Newt, nestled there, quietly, without saying a word.

Newt didn't say anything. He gently rubbed Jim's hair and closed his eyes.

Jim just watched Newt like that until the sun went down and the wind started to cool by the Black Lake.

"Sneeze." Jim couldn't hold back and sneezed.

Newt woke up in a daze, dazed for a second.

"Woke you up?" Jim asked shyly, "It's windy, why don't you go back to sleep."

"It's all right," Newt mumbled, then put one hand on the ground, stood up, and gave Jim a hand along the way.

"Why didn't you go back?" Newt yawned, "It's so windy here, I'm not afraid of catching cold."

"Because you're here." Jim followed Newt's strength and stood up, still smiling.

Newt didn't answer, and Jim wasn't embarrassed.Newt ignored him too many times, not less than once or twice.

"Why are your hands so cold?" Newt rubbed the white fingers in his hands.The bone-chilling feeling spread from Jim's fingers to Newt's palm. Newt sighed, "You're still sitting here blowing the cold wind with me in so little clothes. Are you stupid?"

"Yes," Jim agreed without temper. "When I met you, I became a fool. I have been a fool for six or seven years."

Newt paused as he warmed Jim's hands, then resumed.

"I haven't prepared a Christmas present for you yet, what do you want?"

"A boyfriend." Jim brought the answer from a year ago to the present.

"Don't make trouble." Newt sighed, "Take another one."

"The kiss?" Jim asked tentatively.

"Don't you have any Christmas presents you really want?" Newt had a headache.

"Well," Jim thought for a while, "To be with Newt, to be with Newt all the time, to be with Newt for the rest of my life, you choose one."

Newt let go of Jim's hand.

Jim froze for a moment, then looked at Newt puzzled.

Newt stooped to pick up the book on the floor, stuffed it into his bag, put one hand on his shoulder, and dragged Jim's suitcase.

"Let's go, I'll take you back to the dormitory." Newt said.

"So—" Jim asked tentatively, "my Christmas present?"

"Let's talk." Newt's tone was quite cold.

"Oh." Jim could only respond, "I thought you were angry."

"No," Newt's tone was cold, but he still explained, "I'm not in a good mood recently, it's not about you, don't think too much about it."

"Can't you really tell me what happened?" Jim asked again.

Newt smiled bitterly: "I don't even know what happened. I probably woke up after a nap and found that the whole world has collapsed."

"Well," Jim thought for a while, and didn't ask any more questions.He moved closer to Newt lightly, and took Newt's hand on the trunk handle.

Newt sighed. "Come to the left, it's inconvenient."

Jim walked over, and Newt handed him the left hand that was holding the strap of the schoolbag. Jim smiled, took Newt's hand contentedly, followed Newt, and walked towards the Slytherin dormitory step by step.

"I may not be in Hogwarts often during this time," Newt stood at the door of the Slytherin lounge, pushing the suitcase in his hand to Jim, "Be careful yourself, don't use magic power too often, it's easy something happened."

"Uh," Jim thought for a while, and asked a question—although he knew he had a lot to say, but he still had to ask, "Where are you going?"

"I don't know, maybe find a place to lie on your stomach," Newt sighed, "I'm emotionally unstable right now, so don't ask me any more questions."

I am really afraid that I will lose control in the next second.

You saw me alone in the lobby that day, and I was hesitant to turn my head, not because I was crying.It's because my pupils are flushing.

A soul from hell, bloodthirsty and cruel, with a passion for killing.

The incident between Helen and Theseus made Newt feel that something in his body was about to move. It was clamoring and shouting, asking Newt to destroy everything.

But he can't.

His reason, his responsibility, everything about him, told him that he couldn't.

Newt sighed inwardly.Find a place where there are no people, and stay quietly for a while, I don't know if it will be useful.

Jim reluctantly watched as Newt turned around without even getting a parting kiss.

Newt put the suitcase back into Jim's hands, turned around and left quickly.

Newt originally wanted to find a random classroom to stay in, but after thinking about the voice in his heart clamoring for destruction, he decided to go to the Forbidden Forest.

In any case, since there were no wizards in the Forbidden Forest, his reaction probably would not have been as strong.

Newt opened the book. It was not the usual tome, but a purely legendary storybook, telling some romantic stories.There are even some stories about Fantastic Beasts.

Newt sneered at the untruth of the story in it, while flipping through it bored.

Chimera beasts circled around his feet.

The picture is beautiful.

Newt felt a little calmer when he couldn't see the wizard.