The right way to attack Moriarty

Dumbledore blinked, a light flashed in his blue eyes, as if he thought it was a good idea.

Newt couldn't help laughing.He got up from the pillar in the corridor, straightened up, shook his head, and passed Dumbledore.

"Maybe," Newt laughed, "Grindelwald bombed Durmstrang Academy for the Dark Arts because his Transfiguration teacher always failed him and wouldn't let him go on to the next grade. study."

Dumbledore smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.

Newt keenly discovered this matter, and then suddenly had a bold guess.

However, he didn't ask anything.

"Professor, I will not announce to the public the magic power to appease the riots and the way to derive the magic power." Newt lowered his head and thought for a moment, before expressing his concerns. Wo provides a new research direction. You know, since Randall has been eyeing me, all my actions at the moment, especially the research direction and research content, will most likely be known to Grindelwald."

Dumbledore nodded, a hint of approval in his blue eyes.

"You're thinking a little bit about it."

"So," Newt continued, "you don't need to worry, I won't be captured by Grindelwald."

Dumbledore paused, hesitated for a while, and then asked in a conversation between friends: "Newt, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, of course." Newt froze for a moment, and then agreed very calmly, "You say."

"Why do you want to study the Obscure?"

"Huh?" Newt was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "I thought you knew? After all, you rejected Aberforth's invitation for me for the same reason."

Dumbledore nodded, his blue eyes showed a clear look: "Sure enough, because of Jim Moriarty, right?"

Newt nodded, frankly admitting.

"So," sighed Dumbledore, "I can trust you, can't I?"

Newt was stunned again, and then responded very calmly: "Of course, of course you can." Newt thought for a while, and added, "At least I won't form an infernal army."

Dumbledore was amused by him, his blue eyes were shining with stars, like the starry sky under the night.

"Then," Dumbledore said slowly, "my office is always open for you."

"Thank you very much." Newt smiled, "Then I have to make good use of this opportunity, maybe I can take this opportunity to tamper with my test scores."

"Oh," Dumbledore also smiled, "as long as you can take a good class and get a stack of Os."

"Excuse me." Newt stood outside the door of the medical room and said politely.

Dumbledore waved his hand, beckoning him to go back quickly: "Your little friend is probably going to be in a hurry."

When Newt entered again, Jim Moriarty had fallen asleep, still clutching the two cufflinks tightly.

Not long after, Jim ran around Hogwarts alive and kicking.

There are few courses in the first grade, and the course load is light. Jim's final exam will pass soon.This little bastard, whose head was turning as fast as the fastest gear, passed the exam in style.He even had time to deliver Newt's food.When Hufflepuff was discussing a problem, he would lean over from time to time, arguing with Newt about the answer to this question or that question.Gavin rolled his eyes helplessly, and spontaneously gave way to Jim.The ten-thousand-year single dog went to the next door out of sight and out of mind.

So, together with Newt, Jim sprinkled dog food throughout Hogwarts.

What does fluttering look like? Sprinkling sugar in the air can be imitated, but it is not like dog food blown by the wind.

Blake looked at Hufflepuff's long table, his eyebrows raised, and his tone was dissatisfied: "Does he still remember that he is a Slytherin? Every day he goes to Hufflepuff's long table and watches other Hufflepuffs eat, What's the matter?"

"Come on," Leta Lestrange straightened her tiara and smirked, "you've been staring at that little boy next to Newt all day long, haven't you? This means that there is no chance, if there is a chance, you would have been relying on Hufflepuff for a long time."

Blake stared at Leta Lestrange in disbelief: "For Merlin's sake, what did you say?"

"What a fool, this semester, your eyes have been on the Hufflepuff table, and you have never returned to Slytherin," Leta Lestrange rolled his eyes at him, "Speaking of which, that What about the Ravenclaw boys?"

Black picked up the cup in front of him, glanced at the long Ravenclaw table, then quickly retracted his gaze, and took a sip of his drink: "It's nothing to do, just like that."

Leta Lestrange was noncommittal.

Black's gaze was on Gavin again, as if there was some incredible treasure on Gavin's body.

"For Merlin's sake," Leta Lestrange said, "Blake, you can think clearly. If you really like him, hurry up and chase him. Don't worry about it. When you're in the seventh grade, you can chase him if you want to." No chance."

Black shrugged indifferently, not taking Lita's words to heart.

Leta sighed, and had to carefully explain to Black: "This boy is different from Ravenclaw. Don't look at him following Newt every day, Black, this boy is an out-and-out Muggle kind."

"Muggleborn?" Black repeated the word softly, with a faint smile on his lips.

Leta Lestrange reminded him: "Don't forget, the Black family advocates pure glory, and there is no way for you two to have a future."

Blake withdrew his eyes from the boy with light brown hair, and smiled slightly: "Leta, don't you think that boy is very interesting?"

"You—" Lita sighed, "Forget it, I guess you didn't hear what I said, it seems that you have found true love, although this boy does not fit your style."

Blake laughed. "What style? I don't like him."

"Come on," Leta Lestrange didn't believe it, she said, "I don't like him, you glance at the Hufflepuff table every day before you eat, just to see if he came to eat today ?”

Blake smiled and said nothing.

After the final exams, there is a long vacation.

Newt traveled around the world as usual during this summer vacation.

As for Jim, he met John Clay at the door again.

"Cough," the young man seemed a little embarrassed, "Moriarty, our affairs have encountered a bottleneck again."

"Oh?" Jim asked him in a drawn-out tone, stopping to go out. "What's the matter?"

"Hey," said the young man, "the owner of the photo studio is so passionate about his work that it's as red as his hair. He always stays in the shop on time every day and refuses to leave at all! We didn't Way to get the gold out! You know, we dug the tunnel for half a year, and it's finally done! But he's like a dragon guarding his treasure, and he won't leave at all! Oh, for God's sake, he's really Get in the way!"

Jim sighed: "You are also quite in the way."

"Come here, let's study that old guy together."

When the vacation was over, Newt returned the suitcase to Artemis Manor.He has grown a lot taller and stronger.

The only fly in the ointment is probably that I haven't seen Jim for the whole vacation.

When Hogwarts started school again, Gavin came over mysteriously and whispered to Newt in a low voice.

"Have you seen the latest Times?"

"Huh?" Newt was stunned for a moment, and smirked, "I stayed in the woods for a whole vacation, and I haven't even read the Wizarding Daily, where can I read the Times Daily?"

Gavin shook his head, and continued to mutter towards Newt, not knowing what to say.

The halls of Hogwarts were a bit noisy, and Gavin's voice was not too loud.Newt had to lean slightly toward Gavin's position in order to understand what Gavin was saying.

The scene where the two get along is surprisingly warm, tacit and natural.

Watching the interaction between the two, Blake withdrew his gaze from the light brown haired boy, with a smile on his lips.

Leta Lestrange followed Black's line of sight and found the heads of two Hufflepuff boys, close together, whispering something.She turned her head again, seeing the unstoppable smile at the corner of Black's mouth, and couldn't help shivering.

"For Merlin's sake, Blake, you must be mad with anger, right?"

"No, of course not, why do you think so?" Black smiled brighter, his eyes wandering between the two people, "I just think that Newt and Gavin seem to be fine together."

"Sorry?" Leta Lestrange had to interrupt Blake, she looked at the boy next to her suspiciously, "I think, you probably know that our little Jim is dating him?"

"Oh?" Black raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl in front of him. After a while, he smiled, "Really? I've never heard Newt admit it."

"Sorry?" Leta Lestrange frowned at him, her eyes very defensive, "Isn't this something that the whole of Hogwarts knows?"

"Really?" Blake looked back at Leta with a smile, and then called Jim across the long table, "Jim!"

First-year freshmen are in sorting.

Among the group of people, a blond boy was particularly eye-catching.

Ulysses McLaggen stood in the middle of the crowd, smiling brightly, like an innocent little angel.

very beautiful.

Can be very sad.

Jim was resting his chin at this time, concentrating on thinking about the possibility of him being transferred to Hufflepuff now.

There was no doubt that the blond boy would be sorted into Slytherin.

Jim sighed.

Although he had nothing to do with Ulysses, he himself would not believe what he said, let alone Newt.

Who made him go to Ulysses when he was kicked out by the Moriarty's house?

He was thinking all this nonsense when Blake called him.

"Are you dating Newt?" Black had to repeat his question again.

Jim was stunned for a moment, and then he was very guilty and thought about this question.

Suddenly, he found that he had no way to answer this question.

He didn't know either.

Probably not.

He proposed "be my boyfriend" to Newt twice, but was rejected.Newt also didn't make it clear whether the two were together, Jim sighed in his heart, he didn't even know whether Newt liked him or not.

Leta Lestrange originally looked at an idiot, especially when she heard Blake ask Jim Moriarty, this look made Blake look like an idiot.

At this moment, Jim's hesitation turned Leta Lestrange's idiot-looking eyes into shock.

"For Merlin's sake," Lita screamed softly, she had to lower her voice, "I have to lower my voice, for your poor face. Don't tell me you're such a ghost Slytherin was put to sleep by a Hufflepuff?! Oh, don't interrupt, Nehemiah, I'm not looking down on Hufflepuff, I'm just shocking Jim. For Merlin's sake, eat dry rub Net denial, isn't that characteristic of Slytherin?"

"Hey, how do you talk," Blake smirked, "I said, dear girl, can we run on me every day?"

"No." Leta Lestrange also smirked, "It's not about you who refuse to admit it after eating it all. Who told you to rush to admit it."

"As a gentleman, I don't quarrel with ladies." Blake smirked and unilaterally ended the meaningless conversation. He continued to ask, "So, Jim, are you two dating?"

"I don't know." Jim sighed.

Although there are kisses and hugs.Even slept together once.However, they did not go any further, nor did they make any verbal promises.

The only time, probably when he said "You really don't love me anymore" in the medical room, Newt didn't continue to refute.

Oh, he remembered, the reason Newt didn't continue to refute was that Professor Dumbledore came in.

For Merlin's sake, he's really pitiful.

Alright, so so far, their progress has ended with the following conversation.

He said, "You don't love me anymore."

Newt said, "When did I ever love you?"

as well as.

"What you want for Christmas gifts."

"A boyfriend."

"This one doesn't work, get another one."

feel sorry for yourself.

Leta looked at our poor little Jim the way she looked at an idiot—yes, the same way she looked at Blake just now.Rita's tone was very concerned, and by the way there was a bit of pity: "Oh, poor little Jim."

Jim sighed deeply, and echoed, "Yes, poor little Jim."

"Cough," Nehemiah cleared his throat, and he said, "As a senior Slytherin and a typical representative of being irresponsible, I have to say a few words to you on behalf of the senior Slytherins, Poor little Jim."

"What?" Jim raised his eyelids to look at the tall boy in front of him, the current Head of Slytherin House.

Nehemiah pointed to the location of the Hufflepuff long table, and said with a smile, "If you don't ask clearly, I probably don't need to ask."

Newt and Gavin were still whispering.

Gavin didn't know which part of the first-year wizards he was pointing at. Newt tilted his head and followed Gavin's finger. However, because of the angle, Newt couldn't see clearly, so he moved towards Gavin. .

All this at the Slytherin table, it looked almost as if Newt had Gavin in his arms.

"Look, that red-haired boy," Gavin said, pointing to a boy above, "his hair is so bright red, I think he can definitely get a position in the Redheads."

Newt tilted his head and looked over: "Oh, it seems that the requirements of the Redhead Society are quite high."

"Of course." Gavin took out a newspaper from his arms and placed it between the two of them. The two of them got together and carefully studied the small advertisements in the newspaper.

"Redheads, recruit all people with red hair." Gavin read the contents of the newspaper in a low voice, he likes to share interesting things with Newt.

"The goal of the Redheads," Newt paused, and then read the next sentence, "is to let redheads have more offspring, and then let redheads take over the world."

"This is really an amazing organization." Newt said with emotion.

"That's right," Gavin looked up at him, subconsciously flattering him, "I also think this redhead will be very interesting."

It's really a good picture of you and me.

All the Slytherins silently slandered in their hearts.To complain about what happened to Jim.

Rita snorted, "Poor kid," she stroked Jim's hair lightly, "I think you're out of the game."

Jim subconsciously touched the two cuff buttons on the shirt, feeling a little confused.

The interaction between Gavin and Newt has always been vaguely ambiguous, and he has already discovered it.

Even in the time when Newt hated contact with wizards the most, he never rejected Gavin.

Gavin was even able to hold Newt's arm in disgust, and gently roll up the sleeves of his shirt for him, so every time he went to the Hufflepuff table, he always liked to push Gavin away.And Gavin just smiled helplessly, not arguing with him.

Newt even pretended he didn't see anything.

The next day, Gavin continued to help Newt with all kinds of jams, continued to help Newt with homework, continued to talk intimately with Newt, and even continued to hold Newt in disgust, and helped Newt roll up his sleeves.

What bothered Jim the most were the cuff buttons on Gavin's shirt, the same two that had never been changed.

And his cufflinks had already been replaced by Newt himself.

Jim wanted to go to the Hufflepuff table now and ask this question clearly. However, at this moment, the sorting ceremony of the college had not yet ended, so he could not move freely.

So, our poor little Jim could only look helplessly at the two little Hufflepuffs at the opposite long table, with a very depressed expression on his face.

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