The right way to attack Moriarty

Christmas time.

Jim was walking alone on the street.

Newt did what he said, and after that day, he actually let Duarte stay by his side, never leaving him.

Fine, this is strong.

More than once Jim had the idea of ​​killing Duerte.

How simple it is to kill a magical animal.

But when Jim really wants to attack Duerte, he will think of the Bowtruckle back then.

The Bowtruckle that died tragically in his hands.

And Newt's cold face, and his indifference for more than two years.

Finally, when Jim realized it again, he had already walked out of the alley with the invisible beast, leaving the alley with a network of nets far behind.

Jim sighed deeply, turned around and walked towards the crowded place.

The noisy human voice can fill the whole brain and make Jim give up thinking.In this way, he can temporarily forget all the unhappiness.

For whoever's sake, he's had a cold war with Newt for three full months.

In the beginning, it was just his one-sided cold war.After that conversation, before Newt went to apologize to Gavin, he came to him and wanted him to come over with him.He refused.

It's a joke, he said he won't apologize, he just won't apologize.

Jim would rather be watched by Duerte than apologize to a weakling.

He didn't even want to talk to Newt.

Newt didn't say anything, nodded very calmly that he knew, and went by himself.

It is said that it is not a big deal, who knows, he doesn't care anyway.

After Gavin's business ended, about two weeks or so, Newt came to him once.At that time, Duarte had been brought to Hogwarts by Newt, and he followed Jim every step of the way.Jim was in a very irritable mood. No matter what Newt told him, he didn't want to answer him. He didn't even say "um" during the whole process. Newt just looked at him so calmly, and still didn't say anything.

Two weeks later, Newt was no longer in his life.

Well, from his one-sided cold war, up to the point where Newt doesn't talk to him anymore.

Who cares.

Jim thought angrily, poking the lettuce leaves on the plate.

Before the Quidditch match, Newt stood up and glanced at the Slytherin table.

The moment Jim and Newt's eyes met, he almost stood up and gave Newt a kiss like he did last year.

However, thinking of Duarte, Jim calmed down.

If, if Newt won Quidditch this year, he'd go to Newt.

Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in this world.

Newt's Quidditch was good, and Hufflepuff's Newt Scamander was once again in the limelight at the Quidditch match after Halloween.

Some people say that the most important thing in Quidditch is the Seeker.But in Hufflepuff, the score of each game is always far more than three hundred points, which means that the Chaser scores far more points than the Seeker.

A handsome Chaser, a handsome and gentle Chaser.

The little witches of Hogwarts are almost boiling.

As soon as the Hufflepuff Quidditch players left the field, a bunch of little witches immediately surrounded them.Hufflepuffs and greetings, sending towels and water, filled the crowd of seven Hufflepuffs.

Newt was as polite and gentle as ever, and he even helped maintain order.

The smile on Newt's face had been there ever since he won the Quidditch match, and it never disappeared.

Jim paused at the long Slytherin table, thinking about it, but hesitated.

"Jim," the bulging-eyed boy called to him, "we have Potions class soon, will you be with me?"

Jim pursed his lips, stood up anyway, and followed the little Slytherin wizard to the classroom.

He thought, Newt's matter, it's okay to go later.

Newt was always gentle, and probably wouldn't be mad at him for this.

I guess so?

However, Jim has not seen Newt since.

As if Newt showed up at Hogwarts just to play a Quidditch.

Jim remembered what Newt had said, the house elves.

However, he didn't know where the Hogwarts kitchen was.

Jim thought of Duarte again. He asked Duarte to send letters to Newt. Without exception, Newt didn't reply to a single letter.

Then, it's Christmas.

Newt didn't even send him a Christmas present.

Jim's mind was full of these things, and he desperately needed a place to vent.

He couldn't go to Moran. If he wanted to break Newt's control, he had to retain some power.

Newt already knew about Second Salem.But about Moran, Jim never mentioned it to him.

Jim walked around the square, looking for crowded places.

The most crowded place on the square is a temporary tent.

In the tent, a shooting competition was going on.

"Shooting match for a pound."

The red banner hung high outside the tent, attracting a lot of idle people.

Ordinary shooting competitions are ranked according to their scores.The top prize is a small-bore gun.Jim glanced at it and smiled. The latest pocket version is worth a few bucks.

Jim's eyes flicked across the crowd, old people and children, men and women, up to 70 years old, down to seven years old, people of all ages, there are people here.

Everyone seems to be full of confidence and feel that they can get a very considerable prize.

What a joke.

Jim just took a look at the guns used for the competition, and found that all these competition equipment had been tampered with.

It's not bad if you can hit it, but you're still thinking about ten rings, don't be ridiculous.

The people who participated in the competition walked down one by one, looking depressed.

After a while, everyone dispersed.

A one-pound shooting competition is not expensive, but if it is played a dozen times, it is still a huge sum of money.

There were only two little boys who stubbornly tried again and again.

Jim put his hands in his pockets and squinted at them.

A little boy with black hair, and a little boy with fair hair.

The boy with dark curly hair picked out a silver-white gun.According to Jim's visual inspection, the gun's accuracy is estimated to be [-]%.The boy's technique was not accurate, it was astringent.

Jim didn't focus on the black-haired boy. His eyes were all focused on the other boy. Standing in Jim's position, the little boy with fair hair was limp.A few strands of hair curled up disobediently.The outline is deep.The boy with fair hair smoothed it impatiently with his hands, frowned, and stared at the target in front of him with a pair of eyes.

A few years ago, a boy was in a bookstore, looking impatiently at the large and small books on the bookcase, and he looked like this.

The boy with fair hair was inaccurate with marksmanship, at least much worse than the boy with curly black hair.

Jim stood there watching the fair-haired boy miss, miss, miss, miss again, and couldn't help laughing.

The fair-haired boy was in a daze with Newt at that moment.

The same impatience, the same patience.

He thought at the time, how could there be such a strange person in this world.

"What's so funny," the fair-haired boy turned and called to Jim, "have you any basic manners?"

Basic politeness, what is that?

Jim sneered inwardly.

See, even the words are exactly the same.

Basic courtesy, basic moral bottom line.

Jim didn't speak.

The fair-haired boy scolded Jim angrily, then turned his head and continued shooting.

Missed again.

Jim couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

It would be great if Newt could be this cute and soft.

Jim sighed inwardly, and reached out to take the gun from the boy.

As soon as he bought it, Jim had a rough estimate in his heart. This is a very common thing, and it is at least [-]% accurate.Better luck than that unlucky black-haired boy just now.

With one hand still in his pocket, Jim twirled the other hand, maintaining a single-handed shooting position, and broke the record of zero hits for the little boy with fair hair.

After one round, all ten rings hit.

Jim threw the gun to the little boy, and stood there lazily with his hands in his pockets.

"Good skill," the boss gave Jim a thumbs up, "Are you going to participate in the second round?"

"Will you participate?" Jim asked the little boy beside him.

The little boy looked at Jim with wide eyes in disbelief: "You want to help me?"

Jim hummed, still looking lazy, he didn't even bother to take out his hand.

"But I still said that about you just now." The little boy was a little embarrassed.

Newt probably looked like this when he was ten years old, polite and shy.Jim thought and hummed casually.

"I want that dog," the little boy pointed to the No.2 gift in the finals, and looked at Jim shyly.

Jim nodded, "Okay."

The first prize of the competition is a gun, and the second prize is a hunting dog.

Even the hobbies are almost the same, the same liking for animals.

Jim chuckled and turned to look at the other boy.

The curly-haired black boy was okay, but not as good as Jim, who had actually held a gun.

Jim crushed all the way, the curly-haired boy looked at Jim unconvinced, and looked at Jim provocatively every time he scored a perfect score.

Jim put one hand in his pocket, held the gun in one hand, and returned to the full circle very coolly in a posture that I didn't need to aim at all.

It's clear at a glance who has the best marksmanship.

Although curly-haired boys also have many ten rings, it's just that curly-haired boys always have to aim for a long, long time.

In contrast, Jim's marksmanship was more than one level better than that boy's.

During the last match, the curly-haired boy said unconvinced: "I can definitely get that gun."

"Of course, you can," Jim smiled brightly, "of course you can."

Time and time again, if the curly-haired boy got a ten, Jim got a nine.The curly-haired boy only scored eight rings once, and stomped his feet in regret. Jim smiled, twirling the gun in his hand, and scored seven rings.

Not by accident, on purpose.

The boy made him so angry that he almost jumped up on the spot.

In the final score, Jim was behind the curly-haired boy by one point.

When the boss brought the hound, Jim didn't even look at it. He motioned the boss to the little boy with his chin, put his hands back in his pockets, and planned to walk back lazily.

The fair-haired boy got his beagle as he wished.

"My name is Rhine, what's your name?"

The light-blond boy raised his head, his voice was soft, his voice was soft, his expression of impatience was replaced by gratitude, he was so cute.

Jim smiled and rubbed the boy's hair, then turned and left.

The fair-haired boy, leading the beagle, tried to give chase, but the curly-haired boy got ahead of him.

"Hey, what do you mean?!" The curly-haired boy blocked Jim's way aggressively, "You are showing contempt for me!"

Jim looked at him without saying a word, smiling.

"No, let's do it again!" The black curly-haired boy got excited and insisted on pestering Jim to do it again.

"I refuse." Jim pushed him away with a smile and walked on.

The invisible beast followed Jim, silently watching the farce.

The fair-haired boy led the beagle, pushed aside the curly-haired boy, and followed Jim staggeringly.

"What are you doing with me?" Jim finally couldn't help but speak.

"I want to get to know you. You tell me your name, and I'll leave right away." The boy with fair hair stubbornly looked up at Jim, vowing not to give up until he achieved his goal.

Jim didn't answer him.

If he was two years older than Newt.If he could get what Newt wanted.If only he could be Newt's little hero.Would Newt be so attached to him?

It's a pity that Newt is Artemis and doesn't need a hero.And he, Jim, is destined not to be a real hero.

The little boy followed the beagle for a while, but finally he couldn't keep up.He was left far behind by Jim, panting heavily, and said unwillingly: "I will come here tomorrow!"

Jim didn't answer him, and walked forward, sighing deeply.

"He ignores me now. I owl him, but he didn't reply."

"Well," Durt responded.Silently thinking, according to your development, I guess the master will not be able to talk to you after school starts.

"Tell me, if I'm with other people, will he come to me because of jealousy." Jim said it again and again, and then laughed, contradicting himself, "Oh, he probably only Take back the invisible beast together."

Just know.Duarte thought silently.

"But I don't think I'm wrong," said Jim. "My only mistake is probably falling in love with him."

When he came back from Christmas, Gavin glanced at the long Slytherin table across the way and took Newt's arm.

"What's wrong?" Newt turned to look at him.

"Your little boyfriend," Gavin nodded towards the long table, "I heard that I helped a little boy who looked like you win a hound in London Square, and that little boy followed him all the way. .”

"Oh," Newt replied calmly, then turned his head and resumed his movements.Should eat, should drink, did not take it to heart at all.

"Aren't you angry?" Gavin asked tentatively, "Are you not jealous?"

"No." Newt was very calm, "There is nothing to care about such a small matter."

"Tsk, you're promising," Gavin shook his head, spread a thick layer of jam on his bread, and handed the jar of jam to Newt, "Then what do you usually care about?"

Newt said nothing.

"About the one million taels of gold?" Gavin even joked with Newt in his free time, "I told you it's fine, as long as you get the things back, nothing else matters. My mother still wants to see him."

Newt sighed: "Don't worry about Jim, he's just a child."

"It's okay," Gavin said with a smile, "For your sake, I won't bother with him."

"It's you who got it back. It's really all right. Don't get angry with him either."

Newt sighed, "You think I'm fighting him because I'm angry with him?"

"Isn't it?" Gavin asked him back, "Didn't you stop talking after that? The whole of Hogwarts knew that you had a fight. You can see how many little witches there are for you by looking at the trash cans in our dormitory." Sent a love letter."

"No," Newt threw the spoon into the cup with a crisp sound, and Newt sat back on the chair, resting his head tiredly, "If I was really angry with him, I wouldn't replace him I apologize to you, and I will send him directly to where he should go."

Gavin froze for a moment, he didn't expect Newt to say that.

"I know he's full of ghosts and mischievousness. Sometimes he's sneaky." Newt smiled. "I'm not going to get mad at him for that."

"Then you are—"

"If I wasn't Artemis, or—" Newt sighed, "I don't want to spend my life with him, I wouldn't argue with him like this."

Gavin's eyes widened.

"Whether I am willing to let Artemis see the light of day or not, I am an Artemis, there is no doubt about it," Newt first mentioned this surname to Gavin, but Gavin nodded in agreement without any doubt .Gavin didn't even ask what the Artemis family was.Newt didn't care, and continued on very tiredly, "If I marry Jim, as Artemis' partner, he can also manipulate magical animals," Newt sighed, "As my partner, he can Manipulate all magical animals."

"I hope there's a balance between me and him," Newt said. "It's the best ending."

"Anyway," Gavin advised, "don't leave him alone. I think he's lost a lot of weight recently."

Newt looked up, and Jim was so thin he could see his chin.As if sensing Newt's gaze, Jim raised his head to meet Newt's gaze, and even smiled at Newt, which was not pleasant, but sincere and even flattering.

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Jim: You come out, let's talk about life.

Don't talk, don't talk, you'd better talk about love, talk about life, how tacky, isn't it?