The right way to attack Moriarty

"You write first, I have something to do, so I'm leaving first," Gavin packed up his things, turned and left.

A few days later, at the breakfast table at Hogwarts.

Rows of owls descended from the sky with countless letters.

A package fell straight in front of Gavin, startling Gavin.

"When did you mail order the package?" Newt asked casually, "I've been hanging out with you these days, and I don't even know when you filled out the mail order form."

"No," Gavin shook his head blankly, "I don't have anything by mail order."

"What is that? The package your parents sent you?" Newt turned his head and glanced at the package, a little strange, "Didn't your parents never send you anything? The Daily Prophet is mail-ordered on site. Why did you suddenly send you a package?"

"I don't know," Gavin rummaged through the package with a blank expression, "This is not our package, did the owl make a mistake?"

In the process of rummaging, Gavin's nails accidentally cut a small hole in the package, and the contents rolled out.

Four orange cores.

Gavin froze for a moment.

Newt froze for a moment.

On the long Slytherin table in the distance, Jim Moriarty was also taken aback.

Jim Moriarty had been watching what was going on at the Hufflepuff table.When Gavin received the package, Jim saw it and has been paying close attention to the situation on Hufflepuff's side.

Jim had guessed at many possibilities, but not this one.

Four orange cores.

Gavin opened the package, revealing four orange cores.

The four orange cores that can be seen everywhere are dry and shriveled, nothing special.If there is any difference, it can only be said that the four orange cores were produced in Russia, not the United Kingdom.

Of course, the news of the place of origin is not seen, but reversed.

These four orange cores are very ordinary in the eyes of most people.It is so common that if you buy an orange on the street and cut open a few, you can get many similar orange cores.From this point of view, these four shriveled small orange cores are even a bit ordinary.This package with only four orange cores can be regarded as a harmless little joke, a boring prank, and become a new topic of conversation after everyone has dinner.

However, the same four orange cores became very special in the eyes of some people, even tinged with horror.When they heard about their existence, their expressions would change in fright, and once they received these four orange cores one day, they would tremblingly find their own graves first.

Those who are really involved in the underground forces of various countries, those who really occupy a place in the underground forces, and even those who have appeared on the most wanted lists of major police stations, dare not touch their edge in front of these four orange cores. If it wasn't for the loved ones involved, most of them would go as far away as possible, staying far away to avoid the limelight.

No one can live after receiving four orange pits.

never had.

If it wasn't Gavin or Newt sitting there today, but James, Moran, Gavin's mother, or anyone who knew something about this matter, they wouldn't be so dazed Looking at the four orange cores on the table, he looked puzzled.

Jim hesitated for a minute.Then he stood up quickly and walked towards Hufflepuff's long table.

interesting.

Things are getting more and more confusing.

"Four orange cores" is a common tactic used by Russian killer organizations.The Tsar's killer organization is well-known throughout the underground forces. Of course, it is not without reason that this organization will find Gavin. As the saying goes, flies do not bite seamless eggs. The reason why Gavin was issued "four orange cores" , all because of his mother.Gavin's mother was once famous on the killer list, "the woman code-named "black" is very tricky"-this was even a popular jargon at the time.

In the current Muggle world, the situation is tense. The killer organization may have some new requirements for Gavin's mother, and the already married woman rejected the original organization's requirements.The two conversations fell apart, so her beloved son became a bargaining chip.

However, Jim frowned. That organization has always been active in the Muggle world, how could it send such things to Gavin?

You must know that Hogwarts' defense system can automatically screen for dangerous items. Although orange cores are not considered dangerous items, they must have been strictly verified before being sent in.Without proper identification, Hogwarts' defenses wouldn't let the package through.

Therefore, the killer organization must first have a legal status in the wizarding world that can send things to others at will.

Jim froze for a moment.

Things seemed to be clearing up.

He quickened his pace and strode to the long Hufflepuff table opposite.

"Lend me to take a look." Jim took the broken package from Gavin's hand and rummaged through it carefully.

The outer layer of the package was clean, without any trademarks or traces.

Not even?

No, it's impossible.

Jim rummaged again.

"What are you looking for?" Newt took a sip of watermelon juice and asked him neither salty nor weak.

"The identity of the messenger." Jim said, "By the way, Gavin," Jim turned to Gavin and said, "I suggest you write to your mother about this."

Gavin still looked blank: "Tell her what? Are you talking about this orange core?"

"Well, they didn't come after you, but if your mother doesn't respond appropriately, I'm afraid the next one will find you." Jim continued to search for the label of the package without looking up.

"What does this orange core mean?" Gavin continued to ask.

"What are you looking for?" Newt repeated again.

"You don't have to worry about that," Jim answered Gavin's question first, "Just write to your mother and tell your mother," and then turned to Newt, "Mail-ordered items usually have the logo of the store where they are mailed. Right?"

"Well," Newt nodded, "are you looking for the store's logo?"

"Yes," Jim nodded, "except for the packages that can enter the Hogwarts defense system, they must have the logo of a regular store. Those people can send the token directly to Gavin, excluding them and Gavin. If there is a blood relationship, the only possibility is through a store."

Newt gave Jim a deep look, but said nothing.

How do you know they're not related to Gavin?

Because you know Gavin is a Blake.

And Blake will never bother with a bunch of jumping clowns.

At the very beginning, you picked the London Bank to start, so it was not a coincidence.

French gold is stolen, and Gavin's father faces prison.In this situation, Gavin's mother was isolated and helpless. Even if she wanted to break away from the previous organization, she had no choice but to go back to the original organization for help.

And behind Gavin's mother, there are several underground forces involved, with intricate roots and luxuriant branches, enough for you to think about it for several years.

When you join the organization behind her, and gradually erode their power step by step, huh, your goal has been achieved.

I thought the bottom line for you was low enough, but you stepped on the bottom line again and again, forcing me to take a step back, and then take a step back.

Maybe, I shouldn't be so indulgent to you.

Newt covered the look in his eyes.

"It shouldn't be." Jim frowned and flipped through the package again. "Where is its trademark?"

So, you know its trademark, what are you going to do?

Follow the trademark to find a store, follow the clues to find the organization hovering between the entire wizarding world and the Muggle world, and then join them by the way?

Ah.

Newt sneered imperceptibly.

"Forget it, don't look for it if you can't find it," Gavin quickly finished his letter, and turned around to persuade Jim, "Maybe it's just a prank?"

Jim watched Gavin post the letter on the owl's lap, and he sighed deeply when the owl flapped its wings and flew away.

"What's the matter?" Newt turned to him and asked him, his tone gentle.

"It's nothing." Jim raised his eyelids and glanced at Newt with a sleepy expression.

The next morning.

The owl of Hogwarts tirelessly entered the hall again through the small skylight, and shuttled over the long tables of various colleges.

A row of six packages fell neatly in front of Gavin's eyes, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Cough, cough," Gavin patted the dust in front of his eyes, coughed twice, and hurriedly unwrapped the long, square package.

"What is it this time?" Newt glanced at it and asked casually.

"I wrote to my mother yesterday, and she wrote back to me, telling me not to worry about anything." Gavin took out a thick book from the package and muttered, "How could I not care about anything? So, I bought some books," Gavin raised the books in his hand, his face couldn't hide the exhaustion, "I plan to take a look by myself."

"Well," Newt replied lightly, without saying anything.

Gavin had finished flipping through a book when Jim came over from the Slytherin table.

"Are you going to the library later?" Jim glanced at Gavin, then turned to Newt.

"Okay," Newt looked at Jim carefully, and nodded, "When?"

"Now?" Jim glanced at the small wound on Newt's wrist inadvertently, and asked casually, "Haven't I seen you receiving packages in the lobby recently? Why are there so many owl scratches on your hands?"

"Oh," Newt put his arm down very naturally, the shirt blocked the small scratches on his wrist, "Helen doesn't like to post letters in the early morning."

Jim said nothing, seeming to accept Newt's explanation.

Gavin's mood became worse day by day, and finally one day, Gavin, who was sitting in the hall eating, completely collapsed.

Jim was sitting on the sidelines, waiting for Newt to go to school with him.Although they are not in the same college, nor in the same grade, they have never taken courses together.However, Jim seems to have developed a habit of eating early every time, and then coming to the Hufflepuff long table to find Newt.

Jim glanced at Gavin, handed Newt a piece of fruit, and then gave Gavin an idea.

"Suicide."

"Sorry?" Gavin looked at Jim suspiciously, with tears on his face.

"Excuse me?" Newt looked at him with raised eyebrows, "Can you come up with a more reliable idea?"

"I think suicide is quite reliable." Jim repeated again indifferently.

Newt looked at Jim right and wrong, Jim looked back at him very frankly, and handed Newt an orange by the way.

"Don't look at me like that, suicide is a good idea, do you eat oranges?"

"No," Newt turned to look at Gavin, "do you eat?"

Gavin: "Oh please, I don't want to see this at all right now."

Jim broke off an orange segment and squeezed out a few cores with a very casual movement.Gavin couldn't bear to look directly and turned his head away.

Jim chuckled, with some Slytherin casualness.

"I'm serious, if she really doesn't want to go, kill herself."

Three months later.

London streets.

"Dinglingling" the phone on the table rang suddenly.

"Oh, Mr. Skull," Sherlock hugged his skull and turned over on the sofa, "It's been so boring recently, there are no cases."

The phone kept ringing, rang again, rang again, and repeated impatiently, as if to force the people in the room to answer before giving up.

"What?" Sherlock put his skull against his ear. "No, I'm not going. I hate this phone, I guess it's Mycroft calling me again."

The phone continued to ring.

"Oh, well, you're always right," Sherlock muttered and stood up from the sofa, "I'll go and have a look. If it's not an interesting case, I'll definitely throw you in the refrigerator for a whole day." One week. Forget it, let’s just take one day, it’s too long, without you talking to me, I will be lonely.”

The twelve or thirteen-year-old boy has a vigorous body. He crossed the desk and picked up the phone beside him.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Sherlock Holmes?"

"Yes," Sherlock asked patiently, "what's the matter?"

"That's right, I'm here to report the crime," the middle-aged man on the other end of the phone broke down in tears. "A few days ago, I went back to the old house with my wife, and my wife was killed in the old house. I think It's a murder, the people at Scotland Yard think so, but they can't find the murderer! My wife's body is still alive, and those of us who are still alive don't even know the face of the murderer. How can I, how can I To be able to leave her alone, alone—"

"People in the police station, tell me, say, you solved the gold theft case of the London Bank before, and saved me from prison. I trust your wisdom, you, I, when I went to the police station, there was a The detective gave me your contact information, I want to give my wife justice, I, I hope you can help me."

"Oh, is it a murder case? It's so exciting!" Sherlock jumped up on the spot, and made a fist at the skull beside him, which was bound to win.

"Sorry?" The middle-aged man asked with a strong nasal voice, puzzled, "What did you say?"

"Oh, it's okay," Sherlock said seriously, "Where is your home address, I'll go there right away."

Jill's old house.

Yes, that's right, Gavin Gill's old mansion.

The protagonist of the hapless story is our Gavin's father again.

Holding his skull, Sherlock walked around the room and exclaimed, "Perfect murder scene."

"When did you find out Mrs. Jill was killed?" Sherlock turned to ask the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man couldn't bear the pain of losing his wife, his face was withered and full of worry.

"After twelve o'clock, I finished sorting out today's account books and found that she hadn't gone to the bedroom yet, so I came to the study to look for her."

"As a result, as soon as I entered the door, I saw a tall man shooting my lover."

"She was lying in a pool of blood. I was in a mess and was busy looking at my lover. I only saw the man's back. When I called for someone, he threw the diaper away in a hurry. The ledge escaped."

"It's all my fault. I should have brought more servants. The old house has not been used for a long time, and there are not many servants here. If I had brought more servants, my lover would not have, nor would it be— —" The middle-aged man said, and then choked up again.

Sherlock followed the eyes of the middle-aged man, and there was indeed a series of footprints on the window sill. The bloody footprints should be the footprints left when he left the pool of blood.

Judging by the size of the footprints, it should be a tall man.

It's just that it's hard to say how many truths there are in the rest.

"Hey, buddy," Sherlock deliberately lowered his voice, and muttered something to his skull, "you must listen to me this time, don't argue with me, do you hear me?"

The middle-aged man was too busy mourning his deceased wife to pay attention to Sherlock's little hobbies.

"So," Sherlock looked up at the middle-aged man, "what do you want me to do for you?"

"I think," the middle-aged man's voice was still choked with sobs, "can you deduce the general appearance of the murderer based on these clues? We need portraits of wanted criminals, but people from the police station, people from the police station—— "

——There is no way to know who the murderer is.

The second half of the sentence was choked in his throat, and he couldn't say it all the time. It seemed that as long as he didn't speak, his wife would still stand beside him with a smile.Instead of turning into a cold corpse, lying in a coffin coldly.

The author has something to say: All the cases are adapted from Sherlock Holmes from memory, don't ask me which case it is, I don't remember.Let’s face it, anyway, all the cases are foreshadowing for Newt to be cruel and cruel to Jim. →_→And then, there will be a phone call in the later setting. In a few years, after Newt leaves school in sixth grade, there will be a phone call. Mobile taxi drivers, this timeline is definitely wrong, so don't worry about it.

Oh, yes, I just found out that Sherlock's skull partner should be the little friend with the red beard who died in the well.