The right way to attack Moriarty

Slytherin's cellar.

The spacious room was luxuriously decorated, and the originally empty classroom seemed full and complicated at this moment.

Wool carpets are thinly spread throughout the house, adding a bit of warmth to the whole house in this season when the fireplace still needs to be lit.

The silver-green tablecloth covered the entire long table, and there were all kinds of self-service desserts on it. The whole cake was covered with layers of cream, and the ice cream hovered high in the air. Topped with all kinds of ice cream.

It wasn't too early for Newt to come, and there were already many people in the cellar.

There were a few chubby first-grade boys staring at the ice cream, sucking their saliva non-stop, but their faces were solemn and serious.

It's a pity that the pretentiousness is not good enough, and the sophistication and tact that is unique to Slytherin are not seen at all.

Standing next to the cream bucket is a drink that I don’t know where to get it. The drinks are piled together one by one, forming a tall drink tower.

It is said that it is a drink, but in fact, it is all wine.

Yellow butter beer, black rye beer, and white Baileys, smooth in the mouth and soft in the mouth.

Although these wines are not high in alcohol, they all contain alcohol.Even butter beer with the lowest alcohol content is too high for a first-year little wizard.

There are layers of foam on the top of the beer, exuding a tempting aroma, and the aroma of butter is far away.

A few first-year little wizards stayed around the butter beer in a serious manner, taking advantage of the time to breathe, inhaling the aroma, looking very greedy.

Newt couldn't help but smile.

"Is Slytherin's internal party more lively than this?" Newt turned his head and asked Jim beside him.

Jim withdrew his gaze from the butterbeer, and gave a very stingy evaluation.

"The color is wrong, the heat is wrong, the heating time is not long, the amount of butter is wrong, and the taste is wrong. It is definitely not as delicious as yours."

Newt: ...

"You are past the age of drinking beer, can you stop thinking about it?"

"No," Jim smirked. "Besides, it's not what I'm thinking about. It's you."

Newt: ...

I was speechless.

"Actually, I didn't intend to tell you, but because you are so obedient, I will tell you reluctantly—"

"What?" Jim followed his words very flatteringly.

"Butter beer is just the basic style that a bartender has to learn. I also mix a lot of other drinks."

Jim gave a sly smile.

"Then you can make it for me later."

"Okay." Newt nodded.

"A cup a day." Jim pushed forward.

Newt looked at him with a half-smile, and Jim looked back at Newt.

After the drink tower, there are sweet and greasy candies mail-ordered from Honeydukes.

Newt casually grabbed a piece of candy from the long table and handed it to Jim.

"Before you are a minor, you should eat this first."

"Hey," Jim bit the bonbon chocolate angrily, "according to Slytherin's rules, I'm already an adult!"

Newt smirked. "Do you need me to buy you a Veela?"

"No." Jim leaned over, bit Newt's lip, and stuffed all the chocolate in his mouth to Newt. His tongue twirled in Newt's mouth, but he refused to withdraw it.

"I don't want a veela," Jim mumbled. "I want you."

"In public," Newt sighed, "can you restrain yourself a bit."

"No," Jim laughed, "When I saw you, it diverged to infinity and couldn't be restrained."

The result of the divergence is that when Blake came to the stage to announce the start of the banquet, the tongue kiss between the two was not over yet.

Blake was probably broken.

He originally planned to formally introduce Newt to all the Slytherins present today.

But now it looks like this! ! ! !

Oh, for Merlin's sake, forget it.

Although Black didn't introduce them, there were only a few people in Slytherin, and they had already known each other for a long time.

Now that they heard that the Artemis family was coming, as long as there was another familiar face in the audience, it would be a breeze to recognize them.

Bottles of wine were poured into the tall neck bottle, with an attractive purple-red color, accompanied by the sound of rushing, like a stream flowing over a stone, like flowing water hanging down a cliff, and the rich grapes spread around, which made people unable to resist Salivating.

In addition to wine, there are some whiskey and brandy.

There is not much liquor, and boxes of liquor are standing by the table.Passers-by, some took a bottle alone; some opened the bottle and poured only half of it.

The Slytherins started to walk around, accompanied by toasts, compliments, and praises one after another, the polite and lively social prelude was completely kicked off.

Clinking cups, clinking glasses, talking, talking and laughing, can be found everywhere.

Newt wasn't standing in the center originally, and now his position was even more remote.

But, Jim likes it, corners are corners.

"Aren't you going to dance?" Newt asked Jim casually, opening a bottle of whiskey.

"Are you with me?" Jim asked back.

"No." Newt took a sip of whiskey without interest.

"That's it," Jim shrugged. "I don't have a partner."

"What? Are you going to dance?" Leta Lestrange walked over with a wine glass in her high heels. "I heard that Jim doesn't have a partner?"

"Oh," Jim smirked, "we're kidding, no one wants to dance."

Leta Lestrange smiled sweetly, and the long tassels around her ears swayed from side to side with her movements: "Come on, you just need to write on your face that you want to go to some activities. Maybe, you Can you invite me to try it?"

"You'll say yes?" Jim looked at Leta Lestrange with a very sure "you won't."

"That's why I told you to try it," Leta Lestrange blinked innocently, "I didn't say I would definitely go dancing."

Newt stood aside, watching them with a slight smile.

"Hello, sir," a boy with fair hair emerged from the side, holding a glass of butterbeer, and approached Newt, "We meet again."

"Oh," Newt smiled and recognized the person, "Rhein, right? I saw him on the train."

"Oh my god, sir, he still recognizes me!" The boy with fair hair looked very unbelievable, but he used Slytherin's stereotypes very skillfully, "I'm really honored."

Newt held a whiskey bottle and clinked glasses with the fair-haired boy, and made a joke: "Of course I know, your face is too recognizable."

"Oh," the fair-haired boy seemed a little embarrassed, trying to explain something awkwardly.

"It's just a joke," Newt smiled and helped him out, "Speaking of which, you were actually assigned to Slytherin?"

"Oh," the fair-haired boy seemed even more embarrassed, "I don't know if the Sorting Hat made a mistake. They say that Slytherin must have at least one parent who is not a Muggle, but, but my parents are both Muggles." melon--"

Newt raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you a relative of Gavin Gill?"

As far as I know, Gavin Gill's mother should be a Blake.

"Uh," the boy seemed even more embarrassed, "my mother and Gavin Gill's father are brothers, and my father has nothing to do with Gavin Gill, he is just an ordinary Muggle."

"It doesn't matter," Newt reassured him, "Since Slytherin chose you, there is always a reason for it."

"Mm," the boy answered nonchalantly, and after a while, he mustered up his courage and said, "Sir, I haven't asked your name yet."

Only then did Newt put away his casual attitude and glanced at him with a smile.

"Newt, Newt Artemis." Newt held out his hand and introduced himself to the boy.

The boy was sticky and softened his voice: "My name is Rhine, Rhine Granger."

"Well," Newt reached out and ruffled his hair, "so I say, since Slytherin chose you, there must be a reason."

The boy smiled softly, and chatted with Newt for a while.

Newt told him with a final smile.

"You're a good fit for this place."

Jim sees Leta Lestrange off, and looking back, Newt says that boy is a good fit for Slytherin.

"Excuse me?" Jim raised his eyebrows and looked at Newt. "Which of your eyes sees that he is suitable for Slytherin?"

Newt smiled, "Isn't he the head of your first year?"

Jim froze for a moment, "I really don't know, wait, let me ask."

"You don't even know about such a big thing, and you're amazing." Newt laughed at him.

"Who cares about this? I don't even know who the chief of our class is."

"I'm speechless." Newt looked at him speechlessly.

Jim stopped the two people casually, and finally stared at Newt helplessly: "He really isn't."

Newt chuckled. "Sooner or later."

"You are a bit biased." Jim looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"You'll know if you pay attention," Newt took another sip of whiskey and continued to explain to Jim. "He came over with a glass, and the two of us, no, three of us, are standing here. He didn't say hello to you." , didn’t say hello to Lita, and after saying hello to me, he didn’t want to say hello to you. In fact, he should know you better, after all, he knew you first, and you once helped him Won a hound and he bypasses you and talks directly to me, who is in his best interest. Isn't that very Slytherin?"

Jim shrugged: "I don't know, anyway, I don't know him well. Leta, um, maybe Rita knows him better? Anyway, I've been stuck in the lab recently."

"That's right, Jim has been nesting in the laboratory recently. Our dean also said that he would introduce some people to him." A senior wizard laughed loudly, and came over with a wine glass and stood beside the two.

When Newt heard it, why did the voice sound so familiar, he raised his eyes and said, Nehemiah.

"Why haven't you gone to the Ministry of Magic for an internship?" Newt asked casually.

Nehemiah blinked, and said shamelessly of his loyalty: "All I have learned all my life is to serve you. Where you are is my internship."

Newt: ...

Jim: ...

"Are you going to be my guard's thug?" Newt continued his words, mocking him expressionlessly.

"If you are willing to let me enter the gate of the Artemis family, you can do anything to me." Nehemiah smiled slightly. He was a tall, fair man with a refreshing breath.

Jim: The topics are getting weirder Hey!

"What brand of perfume is it? It smells good." Newt asked casually.

The expression on Nehemiah's face cracked, and then he was as meek as ever, "If you want to know, it's probably my body odor."

Newt grinned, intending to continue teasing him.

Jim: ...

"Please pay attention to your words and deeds, thank you, your fiancee is watching you behind you."

Nehemiah turned his head sharply and found Ulysses standing behind him.

"Excuse me?" The blond-haired boy looked at Jim with a bad tone, "Since when did I become Nehemiah's fiancée?"

Jim smirked. "I didn't speak to Nehemiah. I spoke to Newt's fiancée."

Ulysses: "Sorry, I'm still single, and I'm not engaged to Newt, even though he's an Artemis."

Nehemiah cleared his cough: "Ulyses, Jim is talking about himself."

Ulysses looked at Nehemiah in disbelief, then turned his head abruptly, and asked Jim: "For Merlin's sake, are you still shameless?!"

"No more," Jim leaned closer to Newt, "With Newt, what face do you need?"

thank you.

It would be great if you could also have this awareness when you get into trouble.

Newt reached out to embrace Jim, raised his glass to Ulysses, oh no, it was a whiskey bottle in his hand.

Ulyses clinked glasses with him in the air: "I'm fine, and it's not the first day we've known each other, so there's no need to introduce ourselves," Ulyses' eyes fell on Jim meaningfully. On the body, "As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other. Please take care of me in the future."

"You're welcome, the giants in the business world need to support me more." Newt smiled back at him.

"Speaking of which," Ulyses turned his eyes around Jim, "I heard that the dean plans to introduce some people to Jim."

"I heard," Newt said, turning to Nehemiah with a smile. "Nehemiah just told me."

Ulysses laughed: "Then I don't have much to do."

Nehemiah stayed with Ulyses for a while, and then they both said goodbye and left.

After seeing off the two of them, Newt took another sip of whiskey and didn't speak.

"So," Jim swirled his drink, "what do you think?"

Newt looked up, a little surprised: "What do you think?"

"The opinions of the people the dean introduced to me," Jim said slowly, "I really want to get in touch with them."

"Come on," Newt smiled and pinched his face, "Haven't you already started contacting them?"

"How did you know again?" Jim looked at Newt in surprise, "Who told you? No, you didn't even object?"

Newt smiled and sighed: "As I said, I have no right to interfere with your decision."

"But I also said, you can."

"Fine," Newt said, taking another sip of his whiskey. "Even if I could, I have nothing against it."

"Grindelwald and Rand are both talented and gifted people. You can learn a lot by following them," Newt chuckled and took a sip of whiskey. "There is no need to object."

Anyway, everything you do is better than the two of them.

Grindelwald is to form a necromancer army. Rand said that he has formed a magical animal kingdom, but what about you, you are so amazing.

You almost provoked a civil (dama) war in three countries.

"If," said Jim hesitantly, "I mean if—"

Would you still agree if you knew that we were going to use wizards for sex experiments?

will not.

Certainly not.

But, I still want to ask.

What if Newt agrees?

"Newt—" Black finally squeezed in from the central position, "Come on, let's go together."

"There's no wine." Newt smiled and turned the whiskey bottle upside down. "Too bad a coincidence, I can't go with you."

"Tsk, it's not that simple." Black casually used a "Whiskey Flying", "Here, it's here."

"In this case, let's play big," Newt laughed, threw the whiskey in his hand to Blake, and asked for a bottle of brandy, "Blow on the bottle?"

"Tsk tsk, why are you so stimulated?" Black opened the drink, his gaze swiveling between Jim and Newt, "Do you really want to blow on the bottle?"

"Well," Newt opened the brandy, "drink it first, if there is anything else, let's talk about it after drinking."

Blake grimaced.

If I had known, he shouldn't have come here.

However, Newt had finished his drink, and logically, he had to drink the whole bottle of whiskey.

"The matter of Gavin," Newt said, "I hope you will look at me and not be too harsh."

Blake loosened his tie. Recently, he was quite depressed, "I know, after all, he's also mine—"

The word "brother" lingered on his lips, and he swallowed it abruptly.

There are many people here, and many things cannot be said clearly.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it," Black turned to look at Jim, "By the way, I heard that your family, Newt, has gotten very close to Dumbledore recently."

"Ah," Jim looked at Black curiously, as if he didn't react, "I know, hasn't Newt been very close to Dumbledore?"

Newt rolled Blake's eyes, took the wine from Jim's hand, and took a sip.

"Tsk," Black gave Jim a disgusted look, "Are you drunk too, that's Dumbledore."

"Isn't it the professor of Transfiguration? The one who used Newt's Transfiguration before?" Jim asked.

"Before what, it's still hanging on now." Newt took another sip of the wine, loosened his tie, and drank so much white wine in one go, now the wine is getting stronger, a little hot, and a little thirsty.

The author has something to say: Babes who have not abandoned me, do I love you?