The right way to attack Moriarty

The two stopped in a hidden corridor.

"What's the matter?" Jim asked knowingly, blinking innocently.

"What would you do if Gavin stole your stuff?" Newt asked Jim blankly.

Jim tilted his head and smiled, then looked at Newt very seriously.

"If I can't even guard my things, it proves that I don't have the ability to occupy him. Obviously, he doesn't belong to me either."

Newt cut him off: "You know what I'm talking about, it's it, not him."

Jim didn't refute, nodded and said: "Yes, I know. One million taels of gold." Jim looked straight at Newt, and what he said was not it, but Newt, "Since Gavin If you can take it away, then give it to him."

Newt nodded and said clearly, "I see."

Jim glanced at Newt, and added: "Isn't that the way it is?" Jim said with a look of course, "The competent people have all kinds of resources, while others are only responsible for boring things. Alive. People without abilities should naturally not occupy too many resources, it is just a waste."

Newt scoffed. "Bandit logic."

"Bandit logic?" Jim repeated with a smile, and turned his head to Newt with great interest, "How do you know that what you call Gavin originally belonged to Gavin? Instead of passing something from somewhere else, Uh, you got it by so-called improper means?"

"Excuse me," Newt said, standing up, not wanting to argue with Jim any longer.In any case, he owed Gavin an explanation for the Bank of London matter.

"The gold reserve of the Bank of England was borrowed from France." Jim looked at Newt's walking figure, thought for a while, and shouted behind him, "As we all know, the wealth of the whole of England was obtained in the age of sailing. " Newt stopped in his tracks and looked back at him, Jim sneered, "You know, all the wealth in the age of sailing belongs to the capable."

Newt looked at him, but said nothing.

Jim thought for a while and added again.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with my thinking."

Newt just looked at him like that, and said to him very coldly.

"It is no longer the age of sailing. Moreover, the wealth on the sea you mentioned is unoccupied, but now, even the wealth on the sea is already owned."

"Then let him change hands," said Jim, in a very casual manner. "Since the wealth has no owner, why should it be said that the wealth now belongs to someone and not to someone else?"

"Sophistry," Newt ended this meaningless conversation, he had no interest in talking nonsense with Jim, he turned his back to Jim, and said very calmly, "Jim, I didn't tell Gavin about this. You return the gold to him, apologize to him, and I will take care of the rest for you."

"Impossible," Jim sneered, "Slytherin admires the strong, and the weak prey on the strong. He has no ability to keep the gold, and he wants me to apologize to him? Oh, the existence of the weak is the pity of the strong for them. They You should be grateful. Besides, in this world," Jim smiled meaningfully, "Might is truth."

Newt didn't want to argue with him, he just sighed wearily: "Jim, you've been in Hogwarts for so long, is this the only sentence you've learned?"

"No," Jim pulled a smirk, "I didn't learn this at Hogwarts, it was taught to me by the entire wizarding world. When I was still young, I was taught this truth with real facts .”

As long as the position is stable enough, no matter what the strong say, it is right.

When he was young, he was kicked out of the house by his parents because of a word from the Lestrange family.

It was clearly a burden, but Newt did not suffer any punishment.

Just because he was Moriarty and Newt was Artemis.

The status of the family determines everything.

He was speechless.

Because Moriarty doesn't qualify, because he's just a little boy who doesn't matter.

No one cared if he was at fault for the death of Big Lestrange, just as no one ever held Newt accountable.None of that matters.

The only thing that matters is that he is the underdog.

The weak are not qualified to survive.

This was Jim's deepest feeling before he left the wizarding world.

"It's been so long, don't push all your faults to what happened back then," Newt said a little tiredly, "When you entered Slytherin, you still had nothing, but as far as I know, Les Trange and the others didn't do you any harm."

Jim suddenly smiled brightly. He raised his face to look at Newt, shook his head and sneered: "You are wrong, Newt, the reason they let me is not because they love the weak, but because they are afraid of you, No, to be precise, because they are afraid of a wizard who can control magical animals."

"I have to admit that your existence has eased the conflict between me and them. But in fact, the conflict that should exist still exists."

"If it wasn't for you," Jim shrugged, "I would have attacked the wizarding world a long time ago." Jim looked up at him with a smile on his face, with faint self-mockery and sarcasm, "I remember, you and I That being said, I'm a member of Second Salem."

"You were born and raised in the wizarding world, and your ancestors have lived here for generations. And you, together with Second Salem, want to attack all wizards?! Jim," Newt asked him with a suppressed anger, "you don't even have the basic moral bottom line?" There's none?"

"No." Jim looked up at Newt, and after a while, he sneered, "Talk the moral bottom line to a man with blood on his hands, Newt, do you think it's you being stupid, or me being stupid?"

Newt didn't speak. After a while, he nodded with a very cold expression: "I see."

As if it wasn't enough, Jim added: "If you feel sorry for him, you can get back the 100 million taels of gold for him. The weak will eat the strong, and whoever wins will get the gold."

"Well," Newt nodded, without a trace of expression on his face, "the thing is indeed in my hand now."

Jim's eyes widened in disbelief, and after a while, he smiled: "You really care about him."

"I was too naive before," Newt sneered, "I actually thought that we could seek common ground while reserving differences on the issue of three views. It's a pity," Newt shook his head, "The truth slapped me hard."

Jim turned his head, laughed at himself, and looked into the distance with his eyes unfocused.

"What about now? Are you going to abandon me and find Gavin, who shares similar views with you, and live a happy life from now on?"

"Now?" Newt looked back at him with a solemn expression, "Moriarty, I'm serious. You apologize to Gavin and give him back the gold. Let's forget about it."

"I refuse," said Jim. "There's no way I'm going to apologize to him. I'm right about it. It's the law of the jungle."

Newt stared at him for a long time, and then laughed at himself: "I knew it."

He grabbed Jim and pressed him against the wall with great movements.Jim's body hit the wall with a loud sound.Jim would feel a little dizzy for a while, and Newt didn't have any thoughts of pity, so he gave Jim a kiss very roughly.

Different from the previous gentleness, even different from the previous kiss, it was closer to a bite than a kiss. Jim thought silently in his heart that Newt was probably really angry, but he really didn't think he was angry. Wrong, let alone apologize to that annoying bitch wizard according to Newt's idea.

Newt has no extra thoughts to think at this moment, all his attention is on the person in front of him.

The moment Jim was thrown against the wall, his mind was out of control. In the world, there was only one Jim left, and there was only one thought left in his mind.

punish him severely.

make him bleed.

Let him cry bitterly.

Let him kneel on the ground and surrender.

Newt's kisses are always strong, but this time is obviously different from the previous ones.The previous kisses were either intense or stormy, but no matter what, Newt always took care of Jim's feelings and was not very vicious.But this time, it was more about venting than exchanging feelings.Newt bit Jim's lower lip fiercely, the beast that had been lurking inside him for a long time was about to move, screaming, shouting, and egging.

The desire for violence that had been suppressed in Newt's body for a long time finally stirred up again in his heart.

Bite the throat of the person in front of you.

The taste of blood, taste it, taste the best taste in this world.

Lips and tongue wrapped around Jim's lips. The black-haired boy's lips were already bleeding, and a large amount of blood fell on the corner of his mouth.

Warm blood, beating pulse.

full of energy.

The taste of blood is good.

Newt moved his finger away from Jim's carotid artery and wiped the blood from Jim's lips.

The devil in my heart is calling, and every sentence is like a beautiful whisper between lovers, which cannot be refused.

But he still woke up.

"Starting today, let Duarte follow you. All the time." Newt stood in front of Jim, holding Jim with one hand. Jim's hands were tied above his head, and the corners of his mouth were red. Newt He bowed his head and sneered in Jim's ear, "Jim Moriarty, I will never give you any chance to go off track again."

"I refuse," Jim looked up at him, with a smile still on the corner of his mouth, as if he hadn't struggled violently just now, and the blood on his mouth was just a confused memory, Jim refused with a smile, "You don't have the right to monitor me."

"This is not asking for your opinion," Newt let go of Jim's hand, he stood up, his tone was very flat, "I'm just letting you know."

"Since you like to use violence to control violence, then we will follow your rules."

"If I find out that you are doing something that violates the bottom line of morality outside again, I promise—" Newt laughed, and a storm gathered in his eyes, "You will end up no better than anyone else."

Jim wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sneered and turned his head away.

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