The right way to attack Moriarty

Since that day, Jim has been going to Hufflepuff every day, taking Newt to the library for self-study.

Jim spread out the homework, and then wrote his thesis stroke by stroke according to the explanation in the textbook.

Newt turned the pages with one hand while he wrote and drew on the parchment with the other.

"Dumbledore assigned new homework today," Gavin put the parchment on the table, on which the homework for this class was written, Gavin took a deep breath, sat down beside Newt, The boy with light brown hair said, "He asked us to discuss in groups, and the next class will be presented in groups. If one person is missing, the whole group will get zero points."

Newt glanced up at the parchment, but didn't answer.Then he buried his head in the book and asked Gavin without raising his head, "What homework?"

Gavin glanced at the notes, rubbed his hair very irritably, with a frustrated expression: "He said he wants us to study how wizards turn into animals."

"Sick." Newt sneered, turned the book over again, and continued to write and draw on the parchment.

"He's really getting more and more perverted." Jim muttered in a low voice, taking the parchment from Gavin's hand, "Advanced Transfiguration?"

"Several gentlemen, do you need help?" Black appeared out of nowhere, with one hand propped on Gavin's chair, posing a very cool pose, "You know, the Black family is very good at Transfiguration. , has been quite accomplished, maybe I can provide you with some help?"

"Uh," Jim glanced at Newt's expression, and resolutely rejected Black's offer, "No need."

"Boy," Blake turned to Jim and smirked, "I thought, there's nothing wrong with you here? I'm asking the third graders if they need help, why are you a second grader?"

Jim also pulled a smirk: "The Black family's accomplishments, probably not in Transfiguration? How do I remember that it is in black magic?"

When Black was confronting Jim, Newt was standing aside, holding his head, not knowing what was written, and he didn't even bother to read it.

Gavin, on the other hand, packed up his things immediately after hearing Black's words, stood up with his schoolbag on his back, and greeted Newt: "I'm going back first. We'll talk about the thesis when we get back to the dormitory."

"Go," Newt said vaguely, his subordinates were still quickly recording something, "Do you need me to bring you something to eat?"

"No need." Gavin picked up his schoolbag, passed Black, and turned directly out of the library.

"Hey, Gavin, wait for me." Black followed Gavin and left the library.

Jim looked at the backs of the two in disbelief, turned his head and poked Newt.

"What are they doing? Is Blake pursuing Gavin?"

"I don't know." Newt kept writing on the parchment, turning the pages faster and faster, not very interested in this topic.

"Don't you two live in the same dormitory?" Jim muttered in a low voice, and picked up the quill beside him.

"Not interested, didn't ask." Newt said succinctly.

"Well," Jim put down the pen in his hand, stared at the backs of the two people arguing outside the library, pondered for a long time, and then said, "I think they should already be dating."

Newt turned over a page of the book, changed a piece of parchment, dipped the quill in ink again, and said with a smile before picking up the pen, "Look what I heard, a person who can't even tell if he's dating or not." , vowed to guess other people's relationship status?"

"Hey," Jim poked Newt's arm dissatisfied, "I tell you, I'm going to be angry!"

"It's hard to coax me when I'm angry!"

Newt couldn't help laughing again, "Who told me to cry last time? Did you cry?"

"Hey," Jim threw down the quill, sat up straight, and looked serious, "I'm really going to be angry!"

"Here," Newt turned his head. Newt changed another piece of parchment. In such a short time, he had already written three pieces of parchment. "I love seeing you so angry."

Jim made a gesture to tickle Newt, but Newt didn't stop him at first.Newt himself is not sensitive to itch. Jim's so-called scratching, in fact, Newt didn't feel much, so he didn't stop him.

But Newt overestimated his self-control too much, and underestimated Jim's allure too much.

Newt coughed and grabbed Jim's white wrist.

"Shut up, write your thesis quickly," Newt put the quill in Jim's hand, "finish your homework early, and we can go out for a while."

Jim's homework was written very quickly. I don't know if it was because of Newt's quill bonus or Newt's walking bonus. Anyway, after a while, Jim's thesis was scribbled by him.

Jim stuffed the parchment into his schoolbag, and his movements were very agile: "Let's go."

"Yeah." Newt also stood up, carefully folded the twelve sheets of parchment written today, and picked up a large thick book on the table, "I'll go and put the book back first. "

Jim followed Newt obediently, walking with small steps.

"Okay," Newt put the book back where it was, and took Jim's hand. "Let's go."

Jim looked up at him and smiled happily.

There's nothing special about Hogwarts, but because it's summer, it doesn't matter where you are.

The two of them didn't have any destination, so they just wandered around the school casually.

Newt actually prefers the Black Lake, the wind blowing on his face by the lake is very comfortable.

The two walked around the Black Lake, and Jim talked to Newt about their Slytherin common room with great interest.

"We can even see the octopus of Black Lake in the bedroom!" Jim was very excited.

Newt nodded pretendingly: "Oh, so when you change your clothes, the mermaid in the black lake can see clearly."

"Hey," Jim muttered dissatisfiedly, "Although our Slytherins are not as comfortable as your Hufflepuffs, we still have curtains anyway, okay?!"

Newt smiled and shook his head, leading Jim up the cobbled path.

The two of them chatted nonchalantly all the way from the Black Lake to the Owl Shed.

Jim looked at the owl droppings on the ground in disgust, and turned to leave.

Newt just stood there, not moving.

Because he saw an acquaintance.

The light brown-haired boy was crouching in a corner, clutching a piece of Muggle paper tightly in his hand.

"Shall we move to another place?" Jim focused all his attention on the dirty ground, and with a look of disgust, he asked Newt symbolically.

Newt rarely turned him down anyway, let alone something as small as a walk.

"Wait a minute," Newt said to Jim, stopping, "I'll go see what's up with Gavin."

"Gavin?" Jim heard the name, looked up, and saw the light brown-haired boy holding a note from the place where Muggles lived tightly in his hand.

Jim paused indistinctly.

"Maybe you were bullied by Black?" Jim said nonsense.

"No," Newt replied, "could something happen to his parents?"

Jim shrugged and let go of Newt's hand.

"Aren't you going?" Newt looked back at him.

"No," Jim said with an excuse, "the floor is too dirty. And, well, I don't know him well enough to discuss such personal matters."

Newt raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Someone didn't seem to say that a few days ago." Newt imitated Jim's tone at the time, and teased, "What is your relationship with Gavin? How familiar are you two?"

Jim rolled his eyes.

At this moment, what appeared in his mind was not the two conversations that Newt teased, but another question.

If I had an argument with Gavin, who would you help?

If you have an argument with Gavin, I'll help him.

why?

Because you must have caused trouble by being misbehaving.

Jim's long eyelashes drooped, covering the look between his brows and eyes.

"Are you really not going?" Newt asked repeatedly.

Jim raised his head and smiled: "Well, since you have invited me over so sincerely, then I will reluctantly accompany you there."

Newt taunts him: "Duplicity."

"Yes," Jim chuckled, "I said I liked you, but I actually don't like you at all."

As he got closer, Newt realized that Gavin was crying against the owl shed.

Newt paused.

Originally, he thought that Gavin had encountered something disturbing, and wanted to see if he could help.

But now, it was the real dilemma.

Gavin was crying, hiding here alone and crying.

It would be inappropriate for him to go any further now.

What's more, there is a Jim behind him, a Jim who is not very close to Gavin.

However, Gavin found someone coming.

Gavin looked up, and after realizing that it was Newt, he casually wiped his tears with the sleeve of his wizard robe.

Newt sighed, squatted down in front of Gavin, at eye level with him, and said casually, "What's wrong, Black bullied you?"

"No," Gavin shook his head, "Black has already returned to Slytherin."

"Then what are you—" Newt pondered over his wording, and chose a more euphemistic one, "What bothers you?"

Gavin crumpled the note in his hand and took a deep breath, as if sucking the courage in the air.

"My dad's bank is going bankrupt."

"Bankrupt?" Newt repeated, "I thought, I might be able to help, you know, I still have some property in the wizarding world." It can sell a lot of Galleons."

"It's not an ordinary bankruptcy. This is a large-scale accident involving foreign exchange in the UK." Gavin sighed deeply and explained to Newt, "If the missing financial items are not found within the stipulated time, they will be deemed as It's self-stealing. My mother said that my father is likely to be imprisoned for more than ten years."

Newt frowned high: "Because of declaring bankruptcy, you will be imprisoned? What's the reason?"

Gavin sighed.

"Because gold is not British, it was lent to Britain by France, and it was only temporarily loaned to the Bank of London."

Newt frowned, unable to understand Gavin's explanation, he really didn't understand these twists and turns of Muggles.

The Gringotts of the wizarding world never had such problems.

Jim pulled Lanuit's sleeve and explained to him in a low voice.

"Do you remember the Bank of London?" Seeing Newt nodding, Jim continued, "It was reported in the Times a few days ago that the Bank of London realized the first bank lending with France." The latest report in the Times Daily mentioned by Wen did indeed have such an item.So he nodded, indicating that he knew about it.Jim continued, "The gold in the Bank of London is equivalent to the country's foreign exchange. It's just that this is the foreign exchange entrusted by the country to the Bank of London for safekeeping." Jim explained in detail, he said, "So, if the gold in the Bank of London disappears , then the president of the Bank of London has to bear all the responsibilities. This is not a question of bankruptcy or not, as Gavin said, it is a question of self-stealing."

"Is there no other solution?" Newt asked.

Gavin shook his head.

"Is there no way to get it back?" Jim asked sincerely.

Gavin looked up and stared at Jim blankly.

Jim explained: "We can find a way to get the gold back. I remember Newt has a stealth beast and is very good at tracking things."

"Jim, the Invisible Beast can't do it," Newt sighed, "The Invisible Beast can only track the item while it's still there."

"Well," whispered Jim, eyes downcast, "what about the rest?"

"I'll think about it." Newt fell into deep thought.

Jim was also thinking about it.

Gavin sighed deeply: "It's useless, the gold has been lost, and now I only hope that the police can solve this case."

Jim raised his head, looked at Gavin sincerely, and sincerely comforted him: "Don't be discouraged, you will definitely find it back."

Newt suddenly looked up at Jim, hesitated for a moment, and didn't speak.

Jim keenly guessed what Newt was thinking.

Jim continued to comfort Gavin, and continued with a sincere expression: "It's really not possible, I can help you mobilize the power of the Moran Group."

Gavin was stunned for a moment, this time he was obviously stunned.

"The three major power groups in London?" Gavin repeated in embarrassment.

"Yeah," Jim nodded, glancing at Newt out of the corner of his eye.

Newt didn't suspect that he had chosen the right one.

Jim continued to explain to Gavin: "I have stayed in the James Group before, and I can talk to Moran for a few words. Don't worry, as long as the things are still on the grounds of London, I will definitely find them back for you."

Gavin wept with joy, he hugged Jim tightly, and kept asking, "Really?"

fake.

However, Jim nodded very solemnly, and agreed to Gavin: "Don't worry, there are more than enough boxes of gold for the three major power groups in London."

Gavin still refused to believe it, holding Jim tightly and refusing to let go, as if Jim had become his last straw.

"Okay, Gavin," Newt patted Gavin on the shoulder and comforted him, "Go back to sleep, and Jim will let you know if there is any news."

After Gavin left, Jim quickly took out the parchment and wrote a letter while standing in the owl shed.

A beautiful calligraphy.

It's just that, in every word of this letter, Jim has turned an extra corner.Each word is written with an extra letter.When all the letters are connected, it becomes a code word between him and Moran.

Everyone's cursive writing is different.It doesn't matter where you turn.Such letters, even if they are intercepted, can be read on the spot.The person also couldn't tell which part was the redundant font and which part was the original trace.

Security is very high.

A few years ago, when Moran and Jim set out to overthrow James and swallow the Italian group by the way, the two used this code to pass a lot of news in private.

But unexpectedly, Jim can still use it now.

He thought that he would never use this code word with Moran again in his life.

Jim sighed inwardly, and at the same time felt a little grateful.

Of course he knew that the gold in the Bank of London was with John Clay, but he would not tell.

In fact, a large part of the reason why he promised John Clay to intervene in this matter was to make Gavin feel uncomfortable.

He was madly jealous of the Muggleborn wizard.

Jim wrote the letter to Moran on the spot and sent it in Newt's presence.

Newt didn't have any special reaction. Jim let out a long sigh of relief, but Newt really didn't notice.

Two days have passed.

Five days have passed.

On the seventh day, Gavin received a letter from his mother, saying that the Moran Group of the three major power groups in London was helping to find gold recently, and asked Gavin to thank the child who helped.

Nine days passed.

Eleven days passed.

Finally, there was no progress.

On the twelfth day, Jim took a letter to the Hufflepuff table with a sad face.

"Molan said that this batch of gold has probably been shipped out of London." Jim spread the letter paper in front of Newt and Gavin with a very downcast expression, "Sorry, I can't help you."

The light in Gavin's eyes gradually dimmed, he sighed deeply, and said, "It's okay, this matter has nothing to do with you in the first place, and I'm very grateful for your willingness to help."

Newt rubbed Jim's hair silently, then turned to Gavin and asked, "How much gold in total? It's really not possible, let me put it on for you first?"

"One million taels of gold is too much, you can't fill it in. Besides, even if you fill it in, I won't be able to pay it back in the future." Gavin smiled wryly, and shook his hand to reject Newt's proposal.

London neighborhoods.

In an empty room, a little boy played his violin bored.

"It's so annoying, why is life so boring."

"boring."

"boring."

The sound of the music was so good that the little boy turned it into a noise.

"Oh, Sherlock, what are you doing?" A slightly obese young man came in from outside, expressing his displeasure at his younger brother who was making noise.

"Life is trying to kill me with boredom," the little boy put down his violin and smirked, "and I'm trying to kill you with noise."