The right way to attack Moriarty

"Of course," Jim Moriarty said with a firm expression, and he firmly believed that those who were poor enough to have no friends, who needed to catch their own pets, and who went out to work—Newt Scamander couldn't possibly have more gold plus gold than him. Long.

"Thirty Galleons." Jim Moriarty quoted a price calmly.

Newt frowned, hesitating between raising the price and throwing in the towel.

Thirty galleons, enough for him to buy a brood of snake eggs!

However, Newt reached out and touched the left jacket pocket—Picot lazily stretched out a front paw, and Newt pressed back the small green paw that was exposed outside, with a decision in his heart.

If it weren't for the "Onmyoji system", Picot would have died long ago.

Just admit defeat and bow to Jim Moriarty, he, Newt Scamander, couldn't swallow this breath.

"Sixty Galleons." Newt was about to raise the price when a sweet female voice interrupted their conversation.

Newt turned his head to look, it was a little witch with black eyes and black hair, caught in the middle of a long queue, queuing up to choose wand materials.She spoke casually, and she was holding a piece of mahogany in her hand, measuring twelve inches with her eyes.

The little witch was about ten years old, with quiet eyes, and her long hair on both sides was rolled up high, revealing a pair of full earlobes, adorned with a pair of tassel earrings.

Probably from a very wealthy wizarding family, Newt thought. I don't know her.

The little witch felt Newt's gaze, turned her head and smiled at Newt,

"Newt Scamander?" the little witch asked him with a smile.

But she knows my name, Newt thought, did Jim Moriarty's bastards just call me?

"Yes, I am." Newt admitted generously, "Are you—?"

For the sake of Merlin's beard that hadn't been combed for hundreds of years, he at least wanted to know why this rich little witch helped him.

The little witch pulled back her sideburn hair, with a sly look on her face, and leaned close to Newt's ear.

""Twenty Methods of Dissecting Hawklap—On How Wizards Can Precisely Control Magic Power"," the little witch uttered the title of an article fluently, and smiled sweetly at Newt, revealing two Adorable Dimple, "I love that article on The Usefulness of Fantastic Beasts."

"Oh, oh, uh—" Newt suddenly didn't know what to say, "Thank you."

"I should thank you," said the little witch with the tassels on her earlobe playfully dangling, "If it weren't for that article, I wouldn't be able to leave the door of Lestrange's house now, oh, Merlin's stinky socks Ah, I forgot to introduce myself!"

The quiet-looking girl was very lively. With an "ah", she shook her head in frustration, with a depressed expression.

"I'm Leta from the Lestrange family, just call me Leta."

Newt smiled, and extended his right hand to the little witch kindly, "It's okay, you can call me Newt too."

"Then, thank you for saving me from my misery, my princess."

"Oh, you're welcome, my hero." Leta Lestrange blinked and smiled sweetly.

"For Merlin's sake, Leta Lestrange, can you get out of the way?"

Jim Moriarty interrupted the endless chatter between the two, folded his arms and looked at the girl opposite.

"For Merlin's sake, of course not." Leta Lestrange looked mischievously at Jim Moriarty.

"Okay," Jim Moriarty whispered to his companions before raising the price again, "double it again, 120 Galleons."

Moriarty probably didn't have enough Galleons. With 120 Galleons, it was time to seek support from the little wizards.Newt clutched his purse, quickly calculated in his mind, and then silently came to a conclusion that the youngest son of the Moriarty family didn't seem to be particularly rich.

"Come on, let's do it," the sweet-looking Leta Lestrange generously took out a money bag, pushed the things on the table aside, and poured out all the Galleons in the money bag.

Crashing gold coins scattered all over the table.

Not only the arrogant and domineering little wizards, but also the wizards in the whole room, and even Stuart showed their bewildered shock.

"This, this—" An adult wizard pointed at the gold Galleons on the table, in disbelief, "There must be a thousand gold Galleons, right?"

The little wizards gasped, clutching their purses tightly, and were ten meters away from Jim Moriarty, for fear that Jim Moriarty would jump over and empty their purses.

Only Ulysses, the little blond wizard from before, was still resting his arms lazily on Jim Moriarty. At this moment, he did not know where to take out a bulging money bag, probably related to Leta Lestland. The odd one, on par.

Ulysses tossed the purse up and down, without handing it directly to Jim Moriarty.

"Yo~" Leta Lestrange on the opposite side nodded knowingly, showing a sweet and tired expression, her eyes circled back and forth between Ulysses and Moriarty, "Little Jim, your guardian The Flower Messenger has appeared."

The little blond wizard smiled lazily, and threw the money bag in his hand directly onto the table in front of Stuart, very generous.

"First count how many there are, if not enough, I will go to Gringotts again."

"Tsk tsk," Leta Lestrange shook her head, and the tassel earrings made a crisp sound following her movements, "It seems that the rumors are true?"

"What rumor?" Newt Scamander asked enthusiastically.

Leta Lestrange smiled mischievously, "Rumors say that the only son of the McLaggen family, a business giant, fell in love with the youngest son of the Moriarty family at first sight, spent a lot of money, and followed the Moriarty family wholeheartedly. The younger son's ass is spinning."

Leta Lestrange said something in a yellow accent, but the boy on the opposite side didn't understand, but both Ulysses and Newt understood, and Newt coughed dryly.

"You know—" Leta Lestrange drew a long voice, winking mischievously at Newt, "The McLaggan family, and the Moriarty family, one has money, the other has status, business affairs Only by uniting can we go further.”

Newt doesn't really understand these political tricks, but anyway, the young lady has said it all, so let's pretend he understands it with some difficulty.

Newt's "Oh" seemed to start the conversation in the whole wand shop. The adult wizards present began to whisper, and many wizards showed thoughtful expressions.

"Ministry of Magic elections—"

"The next vote—"

"By the way, that new policy—"

Stuart's wand shop was boiling instantly, and Leta Lestrange clapped her hands contentedly, jumped off the high stool by the table, and stood in front of Jim Moriarty.

"Lita, you—" Jim Moriarty suppressed his anger, and looked at the second daughter of the Lestrange family in disbelief, "For Merlin's sake, how could you leak such important news go out?!"

Leta Lestrange didn't take it to heart at all, she smirked casually.

"For Merlin's mate's sake, why can't I?"

"You!" Jim Moriarty gritted his teeth bitterly, and raised the wand in his hand, "I want to duel with you."

"Sorry," Leta Lestrange smirked, and casually slapped Jim Moriarty's wand away, "I don't accept it."

"I'm going to tell Mrs. Lestrange!" Jim Moriarty warned Leta Lestrange through gritted teeth.

"Whatever you want," Leta Lestrange didn't care. "Anyway, I passed the family trial a year ago, so she won't care about me."

"Impossible," Ulysses McLaggen, who had been serving as the background, interrupted suddenly, "Your magic power can't possibly pass such a difficult test!"

"Is this impossible? For Merlin's sake, the little wizard's magic power is not allowed to increase again?"

"Stop it," Ulysses McLaggen didn't believe Leta Lestrange's excuse at all, "according to your magical power, even if you grow twice, it's impossible to pass! What did you use? Way?"

Leta Lestrange didn't take Ulysses' question to heart, she blinked mischievously, and smiled sweetly again, "It's a secret."

"So, Mr. Stuart," Leta Lestrange turned to look at the owner of the wand shop, "Have you finished counting Ulysses' purse?"

Stuart showed a flattering smile, and Newt couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"The counting is over, Miss. There are a total of twelve hundred Galleons."

"Two hundred Galleons more than mine," Leta Lestrange nodded, reaching out to take off her tassel earrings.

"No," Newt stopped her, "the earrings suit you."

"It's only two hundred Galleons, so don't bother."

Newt carefully counted two hundred and one Galleons from his purse, lined them up on the table, and looked up at Stuart: "Then, we won."

Jim Moriarty's gaze swept over a group of young wizards behind him. The young wizards were so frightened that they clutched their purses tightly and retreated to the corner.

"Useless trash," Jim Moriarty cursed in a low voice, turning his eyes around Leta Lestrange: "I think Mrs. Lestrange needs to know about your friendship."

"up to you."

Leta Lestrange still smirked indifferently, "For my uncle's sake, you should worry about yourself."

Jim glared at Leta Lestrange angrily again, turned and left.