The right way to attack Moriarty

Newt didn't tell Jim exactly where he went though.However, little things like this don't bother our Jim.

The omnipotent and supernatural Jim Moriarty secretly searched throughout Hogwarts throughout Christmas, and finally found his sweetheart in the Forbidden Forest.

Newt was leaning against the tree trunk.A slender leg curled up casually, stepping on the tree.The other leg was half suspended in the air, shaking back and forth without rhythm.On the curled up knees was a thick tome book.Jim looked up, seeing only the dark spine of the book and Newt's slender fingers.

Newt rested his right hand lightly on the edge of the book, seeing something funny, he sneered.Turning over a page of the book, he was concentrating on the content on the page.

After nearly ten days of searching, Jim finally found Newt whom he had been longing for.I am also very happy at the moment.He smiled from the bottom of his heart, rolled up his sleeves, and simply climbed up the tree trunk.

As Newt turned the page, he tilted his head and saw him.Newt froze for a moment.

Jim was holding on to a side tree trunk at this moment, intending to continue climbing.The black-haired boy's movements were not elegant, and even a little embarrassed.The neat shirt was rubbed with dirt, and the sleeves were rolled up high, revealing the white forearm.His arm was even scratched by the tree trunk beside him, revealing bits and pieces of blood.

Newt put down the book and gave him a hand.

"Can you climb a tree?" Newt retracted his leg on the tree trunk and moved aside to make room for Jim.

"Fortunately." Jim sat down next to Newt, put down the sleeves that had been rolled up high, and carefully adjusted the cuffs. "This tree is too tall."

"Oh," Newt smiled, with some pride, he pointed to the trees in the entire Forbidden Forest, and introduced to Jim, "This is the tallest tree in the entire Forbidden Forest, and it is also the oldest. Its sap, have a special effect."

Jim listened carefully.Even if he wasn't interested in these things, as long as Newt said it, he would listen to it greedily, wanting to remember every word in his mind and engrave it deeply in his heart.

Newt looked unprepared at the moment, Newt looked very leisurely, and Newt introduced the trees in the Forbidden Forest like introducing his own treasures.

"Here." Newt took out a small medicine bottle from his arms and handed it to Jim.

"What's this?" Jim took the vial and looked at Newt puzzled.

"The sap of this tree," Newt put the book aside, rolled up Jim's shirt, revealing his scratched arm, "it has a very special effect in healing trauma, and the effect is remarkable."

Jim obediently let Newt move, staring at the person in front of him without moving.Until Newt's hand touched his arm; until Newt's deep and shallow breath sprayed in Jim's ear; until Newt's figure completely enveloped Jim.

Jim pressed his heart, but couldn't stop his heartbeat.

Newt's hands continued to move, and he was even talking to Jim.

Jim couldn't hear anything at this moment. There was only one Newt in his eyes, in his heart, in his world, and only one voice.

Jim leaned over and gently kissed the side of Newt's cheek.

Newt subconsciously tilted his head, and then quickly realized that he pursed his lips and stopped the movement of his hands: "Sorry."

Jim bit his lower lip: "Why do you have to apologize."

Newt put the medicine bottle back in Jim's hand, continued to flip through his tomes, and replied without raising his head, "Give me some time."

"Why?" Jim continued.

Newt closed the book in his hand, turned his head away, and sighed for a while: "There is no reason."

long silence.

"Why do you roll up your sleeves when you're climbing a tree?" Newt turned to look at Jim, and picked up a topic at random, "Look at your arm, how it's scratched."

"Oh, nothing." Jim smiled.

"Nothing, what is it?" Newt pressed him.

Jim turned to stare at him, and said with a smile, "Don't you know the reason?"

Newt also laughed, and asked him, "Should I know?"

Jim rolled his eyes towards the sky, and muttered in a low voice: "You still talk about me, you don't let me talk about love, you tease me every day, and you don't allow me to talk about love, how can you be so bad."

Then Newt pulled a box out of his pocket and threw it at him.

"What?" Jim asked, looking up, taking the box.

"Open it and have a look," Newt replied.

"Hmm." Jim agreed, but didn't move immediately. He was looking at the box carefully.

A dark black box with gorgeous dark patterns on the outside.Like waves and cirrus clouds, layers of intricate patterns cover the entire box tightly.Under the sunlight, it looks extraordinarily beautiful and eye-catching.Shiny, as if it would glow.

"This box should be very expensive, and the things in the box are probably not cheap." Thinking like this, Jim had a very absurd guess in his heart, and he even felt a little nervous.

If Newt proposes to him again this time, how exactly will he agree to pretend that he is often proposed?

Forget it, I still hesitate for a second, and then immediately agree.

What if he hesitated for a long time, and Newt changed his mind after a while and took the ring back, what would he do.

Well, such a happy decision.

Jim made enough mental preparations before opening the box.

A pair of dark square cufflinks are neatly placed on the sponge cushion.

The cufflinks are the same as the box, with deep dark lines. Under the light of the eyes, they flash a different light, shining and beautiful.

But Jim was still disappointed.

Because what's in the box isn't a ring.

Although he knew that Newt could not give him a ring, he still couldn't help but have expectations, let alone disappointment.

Jim sighed silently in his heart.

"Cufflinks are nice, too," Jim reassured himself.

Maybe Jim's frustration was overt, maybe it was Newt watching Jim's reaction.Anyway, after Jim sneaked a sigh, Newt quickly turned to ask him.

"do not like?"

"Uh, no," Jim lied without hesitation, without changing his face, "it's beautiful, I like it very much."

"Bullshit," Newt sneered, turning a page in the book in his hand, "you're so close to having the words 'I'm so lost' written on your face."

"Well," Jim sighed, "I'm just a little disappointed. I thought it was going to be a ring."

Newt couldn't help laughing, turned sideways, and turned to look at him.

"Are you implying me something?"

"No," Jim smiled sweetly, "I'm making it clear."

"Oh, I say no." Newt shrugged.

Jim's white fingers stroked the lines on the box, he looked at the almost identical dark lines on the cuff buttons, and asked.

"Does this dark pattern have any special meaning?"

"No," Newt turned to look at him with a flat expression, "I was thinking about one thing."

"What's the matter?" Jim's thoughts were quickly taken away by him, and he asked following his words.

"If I tell you that I bought these cufflinks by mail order in a wizarding town, will you be disappointed?"

of course.However, Jim smiled and said, "No, I thought you were going to say that this was picked up on the road."

"That's not enough," Newt smiled lightly. "At most, someone else gave it to me, and then I passed it on to you."

"Hello," Jim asked pitifully, with a heart thumping, "Really?"

"Of course not," Jim's expression greatly pleased Newt. He took out two cufflinks from the box and put them on for Jim, "Didn't I almost get hurt in the Hogwarts hall before Christmas? You? You said, now is not the year, you don’t have a bunch of alchemy products hanging on your body, I think you are right. So, I looked through the mailing brochure a few days ago and saw the latest alchemy products, just right If there are cufflinks, I’ll buy you a pair.”

"So it's really not the crest of the Artemis family." Jim muttered in a low voice.

"Thinking too much." Newt withdrew his hand and said blankly, "How many times have I told you that the Artemis family will never appear in this world again. Don't think about it."

"The family emblem of the Scamander family is fine too." Jim whispered again.

Newt let out a long sigh and said nothing.

His last name is not Scamander.

"That," Jim cautiously offered a suggestion while peeking at Newt's face, "I want to use a pair of cufflinks with you, can I?"

Newt froze for a moment, then turned him down.

"Well," Jim bit his lower lip, asked again after a while, "Then give me the address of that store, and I'll order another pair by mail."

"Limited edition, don't even think about it." Newt rejected him again.

Jim turned his head and kissed Newt on the cheek, then ran off in a hurry.

His movements were snappy, as if a dog was chasing him.

Newt reached out and touched the place he had kissed, and subconsciously smiled.

After the Christmas holiday, Newt came out of the Forbidden Forest in a slovenly manner, like a savage.

For the rest of the month, Newt was unbelievably good.In addition to going to class and finishing get out of class every day, I just go to eat and sleep, and do my homework on time.Dumbledore almost thought he had been given Polyjuice Potion.

Jim gradually got busy, and the Potions professor's project research reached the most critical point.

The continuation of soul and life, this subject, has stopped many people since ancient times.

Seeing that it was about to succeed, the head of Slytherin even recently deprived Jim of the right to move freely, and with a big wave of his hand, Jim was exempted from his first-year courses.

Newt looked at the dean of others, and then at his own dean, and suddenly felt that he had to throw away the goods, and this dean was better than the dean, so he had to be transferred.

After being alone for so long, Newt had almost figured it out.

The past is all in the past, what he can do is not to be influenced by him in the future.

Nothing else matters.

Newt gave himself a one-semester vacation. This semester, he did not continue to study the matter of the Obscure, nor did he bury himself in various professional books, but concentrated on enjoying his study life.

one day.

He was having breakfast in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Jim, as usual, was not in the lobby.

Jim hadn't appeared in the hall since the Potions Professor's research project entered a critical time.

Newt wasn't worried, though.

That day, when they were having Transfiguration class, there was a loud noise in the castle.

There was a lot of movement, and the whole castle was shaking.

The desks and chairs in the Transfiguration class even shook on a large scale, and the little wizards were staggering to and fro, almost unable to stand still.

Newt was fine, Gavin quickly grabbed Newt's wizard robe, but it was fine.

"Man," Gavin patted his chest with lingering fear, and thanked Newt, "It's really thanks to you, otherwise I would have fallen too. Speaking of which, how did you stand so steady?"

Newt stood there frowning, not hearing Gavin's words, and ignoring him.

However, just when Gavin was about to ask Newt, "What are you thinking, so preoccupied", Newt was stunned for a moment, then pushed aside the crowded crowd, and quickly ran towards the cellar.

"Hey, why are you going!" Gavin yelled after Newt, and Newt had already run away.

Dumbledore watched the back of the little Hufflepuff wizard leaving in a hurry, sighed deeply, and secretly made up his mind not to let this nasty little Hufflepuff pass this semester.

cellar.

The Potions professor struggled to get up from the ruins, holding his wand feebly, and cleaned up the ruins, trying to find his right-hand man.

"Get out of the way." Newt raged all the way, and just arrived at the cellar at this moment, when he saw the Potions Professor raising his wand, planning to cast a large-scale spell on the ruins.Newt didn't even care about respecting the teacher, he pushed the Potions professor aside, quickly found the dying Jim from a pile of ruins, held him tightly in his arms, and stopped the Potions professor's plan The large-scale restoration spell used, "Jim's magic power in the body is very disordered, and he can't stand the large-scale spell at all, it will only destroy him."

"I'm sorry," the Potions professor coughed twice. This statue-like noble professor seemed a little downcast and embarrassed at the moment. The man apologized in a low voice, "I don't know."

Newt sneered, and didn't continue to entangle in this matter. To him, no matter what kind of mentality the Potions professor had, it didn't matter anymore.The most important thing now was Jim lying in his arms, dying.

Medical room.

Jim's eyes were closed, his hands hanging limply to the side.

"For Merlin's sake," Newt propped his forehead in frustration, "Can you stop for a day?"

The doctor in the medical room just did a simple examination on Jim, and there was no other major problem except for the disorder of magic power in his body.

"Thanks to the alchemy product on his body," said the doctor, "I have grown up, and this is the first time I have seen an alchemy product with such strong resistance, tsk," the doctor said in amazement, "When he wakes up, I have to ask him Where did I buy this, and I will buy one later. For Merlin's sake, this little guy is less injured than the headmaster of Slytherin."

Newt smiled weakly: "Thank you, is the professor next door seriously injured?"

"Oh, it's okay," the doctor smiled exaggeratedly, "it's just a few broken ribs, according to me, he deserves it all."

Newt didn't care to listen to these right and wrong, but at this moment he could only helplessly listen to the doctor's rambling about those years.

Jim's hand moved on the bed.

Newt saw it keenly, and then simply interrupted the doctor.

Jim slowly opened his eyes, adapting to the light in the room with some difficulty.

Newt stood beside him, watching him nervously.

Jim smiled weakly, and spread out his palm, which contained two cufflinks.

"For Merlin's sake," Newt took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. To be honest, he really wanted to beat Jim up now.

"I just figured out something." Jim lay on the hospital bed and smiled weakly at Newt.

"What?" Newt tried to calm himself down, and asked following his words.

"You didn't mail-order this in the wizarding town, did you?" Jim's weak face showed a sly look, with a little villainy, like a child who snooped on an adult's secret.

"No." Newt replied without hesitation.

"I knew it," Jim smiled contentedly. He turned around and lay on his side. "There are no alchemy products of such good quality in Wizard Town."

"Yeah," Newt replied.

"When I asked you for the address, you said it was a limited edition. But I just thought about it carefully. There will never be limited edition alchemy products in small shops in wizarding towns," Jim raised his head and asked him, with a twinkle in his eyes. The twinkling, full of sparks of expectation, "You did it yourself, didn't you?"

Newt nodded: "Yes."

Jim gave a sweet smile, and Newt smiled back.

"But," Jim's expression fell again, "it's broken now."

"If it's broken, it's broken." Newt rubbed Jim's hair. "A pair of cufflinks. If you like it, I'll take the ones off my sleeves and give them to you."

Jim grabbed Newt's hand with his still movable hand, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Shouldn't you coax me very gently now, comfort me and say, make me another one?"

"Let's talk when we have a chance." Newt didn't reject him on the spot, but he didn't agree to him on the spot either.

"You don't love me anymore." Jim turned angrily, his back to Newt.

"When did I love you?" Newt looked at him in good spirits and asked him with interest.

"Believe it or not, I'll show you how to cry!" Jim bit the corner of the quilt and looked at him wanting to cry.

"Okay," Newt said, turning around the head of the bed and looking at him, "cry for me."

Jim frowned and muttered in a low voice: "You really don't love me anymore."