The right way to attack Moriarty

In the early morning, the sun shines on the house, bringing with it the unique humidity of summer, driving away the desolation of the morning room.

The large desk is close to the window, and the sun shines in from the outside, covering the people in front of the desk with a hazy morning sun.

Newt was writing a letter to Theseus, the table was scattered, and there were advertisements for several custom wizard robes.

"By the way, what about the magazines that were sent home earlier?" Newt asked suddenly, looking at the order form.

"Magazine?" Yan Mo was stunned for a moment, "Oh, you said those academic journals, I put them in the study."

"Bring it here." Newt took two from the wizard robe tailor's advertisement, and ordered casually.

"Oh, okay, right away." Yan Mo put down the things in his hand and went to the study immediately.

"Issue 32 of "Magic Combing"?" Yan Mo handed the retrieved magazine to Newt, "Is this the one?"

"Well, put it there." Newt signaled Yan Mo to put the magazine aside, and continued to fill out his wizard robe order form.

"Why did I remember reading this?" Yan Mo put the book aside according to Newt's instructions, "When I received this, I was stunned for a while, thinking, you are not the kind of person who loves academics Ah, why did you still subscribe to this kind of periodical? It’s settled, and I only subscribed for one issue. Tsk, maybe the school forced everyone to subscribe together, so it’s inconvenient to pack up a pile of books, so I just give it to you. Throw it into the study." After Yan Mo sat down, he began to think about it, and while he was talking, he secretly glanced at Newt's face, "Speaking of which, with such a big manor, you never thought about hiring a few servants or something? "

Newt glanced at her, "Why, do you want to find some men to work for you?"

Yan Mo looked at Newt, and then began to sell miserably: "Well, I listen to those broken statues at the door showing off every day. How many servants were there at that time, and how many servants were there? Tsk, comparing the two, I can't believe it. It's so sad. If I knew it was going to be like this, I shouldn't have caused trouble. If I hadn't caused trouble, I wouldn't have been grounded. If I hadn't been grounded, I wouldn't have come out of hell. If I hadn't been grounded Come out, I will not be reduced to the point of being bullied. I am really miserable."

Without looking up, Newt said, "Shut up."

Yan Mo immediately withered.

Newt continued to read the letter in his hand.

The sun shone through the window into the morning room, and the reflected letter paper shone a little.

The letter from Theseus was still about the previous case.

The International Auror Division had caught a few survivors there before, but those survivors failed to survive the interrogation by the International Auror Division and opened their mouths a few days ago.This organization, which uses wizards to conduct experiments on soul and life, is rooted in Oceania.Its core figure is a senior who is well-known in academia.The few who were caught said that after each experiment, they would submit a very detailed report, and their professor could infer the materials for the next experiment based on this ** report.The potions that are boiled every time are very strange, with many magical animal organs as ingredients, and the heat of these potions is controlled within a fairly precise range, which is quite a bit of a master's style.

What Theseus said was cryptic, as if he was probing, but also like an uncertain inquiry.

There is only one person in Oceania who meets this condition, and he may have to use these forbidden magical animals in Artemis Manor.

Newt glanced at the "Magic Combing" on the table and made a decision.

The summer vacation is coming to an end soon, and in the new semester, many wizards have new plans and ideas.

Newt knocked on the door of Dumbledore's office with two core journals of wizarding academia.

The articles in the two core journals and the professor's signature slip, Dumbledore glanced at the things in Newt's hand and was taken aback for a moment.

"Huh? Why so suddenly? Isn't it good to go to Hogwarts?"

Newt explained blankly: "There is nothing to learn."

Dumbledore's blue eyes shone with wisdom, and he smiled meaningfully.

"Slytherin's little friend has been looking for you all over the world. Before you leave, don't you go to see him?"

"No," Newt flatly refused, "If you don't sign, I'll go find another professor."

Dumbledore nodded and agreed very much: "Yes, there are four professors in Hogwarts, but," the handsome man elongated his tone, and continued in a very firm tone, "Do you think, Will your dean sign it for you?"

"Don't worry about it." Newt smirked.

"Oh," Dumbledore shrugged helplessly, as if he couldn't help you, "Well, why don't we do a multiple-choice question?"

"What multiple-choice question? Choose one between you and our dean?" Newt said without a good voice.

"No, no, of course not," Dumbledore laughed. "I heard that there is a popular snack among you called Strange Beans?"

Newt immediately showed disgust.

"Then, why don't you choose one of them. If the taste is not normal, I will sign it for you. Of course, if the taste is normal, you have to stay in school and continue your studies." Dumbledore spread his hands, making an innocent attitude.

"Does that kind of thing still have a normal smell?" Newt scoffed.

"Oh, of course," Dumbledore replied frankly, handing the strange-smelling bean bag to Newt.

Newt glanced at Dumbledore, and the handsome Transfiguration teacher looked back at him. After meeting Newt's eyes, Dumbledore handed the bag forward again, "Choose one, young man. .”

Newt was very disgusted to pick and choose in it, and finally picked one at random.

"Do you eat it or should I eat it?" Newt held up the strange-flavored beans in his hand and looked at the man opposite.

"Oh, Newt, you are such a kind Hufflepuff," Dumbledore smirked, "you would ask me such a question." Dumbledore took the strange-flavored beans from Newt's hand , chewed it in his mouth, "Aren't you afraid that after I eat it, I will casually talk about its taste?"

Newt also returned him a smirk: "The decision is in your hands. If you make up your mind not to sign for me, then even if I choose something that smells bad, you still won't sign for me."

Dumbledore nodded: "That makes sense."

"So," Newt looked up at him, "what does it smell like?"

"It smells like booger," Dumbledore said as he swallowed all the strange-flavored beans in his mouth.

Newt smiled, and handed the signature slip in front of Dumbledore.

"Then you will probably sign for me."

Dumbledore laughed again, "Newt, do you know? The existence of every smell of strange beans has its meaning. Since it already exists, it is a normal smell. Even if it is nasal The smell of shit, when you eat it, you want to spit it out immediately, but it is also a normal smell."

"Look what I said, if you don't want to sign for me, no matter what, you won't sign." Newt put the signature slip into his pocket with a blank expression, "I'm not interested in your preaching, I Wanting to apply for early graduation is not what you imagined, because you are trapped by love. You don't need to use this strange-flavored bean to explain me."

Dumbledore nodded: "I know, you wanted to apply for early graduation because of things in Oceania, right?"

"Well," Newt found a sofa in the room and sat down, "Theseus said that Randall may have to do something."

"However, it is undeniable that if you hadn't broken up with Jim, you would not have applied for early graduation." Dumbledore went on to add, "Most likely you would have taken care of both sides, rather than resolutely leaving Hogwarts like this."

"What you said makes sense." Newt said again blankly, "But, so what?"

"I just want to tell you, Newt," Dumbledore looked at Newt, his deep blue eyes looked deeply into Newt's eyes, "Slytherin is also a kind of normal, since they exist in Hogwarts Ci, it proves that their existence is normal."

"Sorry," Newt sneered, "even if all the weird flavored beans taste normal, then I have the right not to eat them. I don't think it has anything to do with me whether Slytherins are normal or whether their behavior is recognized. what relationship."

"I don't intend to use Slytherin's thinking to understand Slytherin. If you are here to lobby for Jim, please tell him that unless he thinks according to my thinking, otherwise, I think I will talk to him. There is nothing left to say."

Dumbledore looked at Newt for a while, then sighed deeply.

"Newt, you have to believe in the power of love. It can change a person forever."

"Sorry, sir, although I shouldn't have said that, but since you insisted on making me believe in the power of love, then—" Newt paused, looking up at him, "Why didn't Grindelwald change for you? "

"Because——" Dumbledore curled his hands deeply on the table, and he drew out his tone with a sense of resignation in his tone, "I was willing to change for him."

"So, Newt, wait a little longer and give Jim a chance. I'm sure he'll change for you."

Newt sneered: "Otherwise, after Head Hufflepuff, you wouldn't want to sign me. Can I still drop out of school by myself?"

The author has something to say: Dumbledore told Harry Potter that he once ate a booger-flavored bean, well, I finally used this stalk.