The right way to attack Moriarty

"Hey, look, the Moriarty boy is here again."

The bartender at the Pig's Head Bar, Robin Luke, put down the measuring cup in his hand with a smile on his face, put the cocktails designated by the wizards on the tray, and called Newt Scamander, who was helping to clean the measuring cup, to come and see the window Table number three on the side.

"Look, he's sitting at table number three by the window again," the bartender Robin Luke showed an eight-toothed smile, and turned to Newt Scamander with a meaningful smile—

"Hey, I guess he's going to order your hot chocolate butterbeer later."

Newt Scamander rolled Robin's look, picked up the tray and left the bar.

In fact, Newt Scamander would have liked to have kicked Jim Moriarty out if the fledgling pub hadn't been sparsely populated by wizards.

Ever since Jim Moriarty met Newt Scamander at Stuart's wand shop that day, Jim Moriarty has been following Newt Scamander like crazy every day, Pretend to be pitiful, no matter how it hurts, Newt Scamander ignores him, Jim is guarding in front of the wand shop, cold drink shop, and even wandering in front of the magical animal shop in Knockturn Alley. In short, As long as Newt Scamander stayed for more than an hour, Jim Moriarty would stay there, waiting to 'run into' Newt Scamander.

Newt Scamander was so annoyed by him that he simply changed his part-time job. Anyway, except for Stuart's wand shop, the rest of the jobs were the same for him, as long as he could get the Galleon.

What's more, although the work in the cold drink shop and the magical animal shop is easy, the pay is too low. If it weren't for the age restriction, Newt Scamander would not go to these two places. Of course, Newt also has an age restriction now, but He has already passed the age of eight, even if he is still a minor wizard, he can use the aging agent.

Newt Scamander ponders a new job.

The pay is higher.

After searching for a long time among a bunch of small advertisements in the recruitment section of the Daily Prophet, Newt Scamander finally settled on the Pig's Head.

This is a bar that has just opened not long ago. The location is remote, and it is a small shabby shop. Let alone those pure-blood nobles, even Newt Scamander would step up when passing by such a shabby shop. Hurry up. When I left, I didn't even take a second look, for fear of being infected with something dirty.Of course, these are not the main reasons why Newt Scamander chose this bar. Although he is tired of Jim, he is far from being wronged to avoid Jim.

Among all the bar recruitments, only this newly opened Pig's Head Bar urgently needs all kinds of bartenders and bartender apprentices, and the salary is not bad.Of course, Newt Scamander doesn’t know how to bartend, he came here for an apprentice bartender, Newt Scamander was very interested in this, and even bought an aging agent for it— That cost him a lot of Galleons.

All in all, Newt Scamander used the size of an adult wizard to sneak into the Pig's Head Bar, and became a well-paid apprentice bartender, and he is about to graduate.

Newt Scamander had a peaceful life for more than half a year. He took shifts with Robin every day and learned spells when he got home. Jim Moriarty, that annoying pure-blood, completely disappeared from his life.

If you have nothing to do, you can flip through the books on magical animals and think about which animal the next shikigami will choose.

Every day is full and happy.

However, probably because Newt didn't change his name, Jim Moriarty finally found the Pig's Head Bar somehow, and has been stationed at the No. [-] table by the window of the Pig's Head Bar for a long time.

This made Newt Scamander very irritable.

When Newt Scamander returned to the bar again, Robin Luke smiled slyly at him.

"Little Newt, a cup of hot chocolate butterbeer, table three."

Newt Scamander gave an impatient "hmm", casually took the hot butterbeer, mixed some hot chocolate, stirred it with a stir bar, labeled it, and put it on the tray.

"For Merlin's sake, little Newt, you're being too perfunctory."

Newt Scamander smirked back.

"For Merlin's sake, even if I give him a cup of air, he will still pay three Galleons."

"Tsk," Robin Luke compromised, "Okay, okay, I don't quite understand what you guys are playing, but since he came for you, everything is up to you."

Newt Scamander put the tray on table three, turned and left as usual.

Jim Moriarty stood up abruptly, blocking the way of Newt Scamander.

Newt Scamander, adhering to the good qualities of a waiter, smirked: "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Jim Moriarty took out an exquisite little cage from his wizard robe - inside the cage was a small tree the size of a potted plant, with a nest of green Bowtruckles on it - and carefully held it to Newt Scar Mander.

"I was so angry that day, but your brother Theseus robbed my brother Amos of his internship qualification, and didn't specifically target you. I caught it from the Artemis jungle in the west of England-you know, Art Myth Jungle is a paradise for magical animals - don't be angry please."

Newt Scamander stared at Jim Moriarty for three seconds and sneered.

"So you still think I'm angry because you took my Bowtruckle?"

Jim Moriarty opened his eyes wide suddenly, with a surprised expression: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not." Newt Scamander spread out his right hand and called Pickett's name to let him out.

"Coming!" The crisp child's voice came to mind, and the Bowtruckle bounced and fell into Newt Scamander's palm.

Jim Moriarty suddenly felt blessed, he raised his head suddenly, and looked at Newt in disbelief.

"Merlin's smelly socks!"

"You're not mad at me for killing that Bowtruckle, are you?"

"Merlin! That's just a Bowtruckle, a Bowtruckle no different from a Goblin!"

"Really?" Newt Scamander withdrew his arm, Pickett bounced up and down his right arm to his shoulder, Newt Scamander said calmly, "I think we have nothing to do It's time to talk."

"How could you—?" Jim Moriarty was utterly incomprehensible, "That's just a Bowtruckle! You can buy one for a few Galleons in the store! You can buy a dozen Galleons Rare varieties with good appearance and variety! As for a few gold Galleons, I don't believe that the Scamander family can't even produce a few gold Galleons!"

"I came here with a nest of Bowtruckles to apologize to you, what else do you want from me? Pay for Bowtruckles?!"

Newt Scamander didn't care about Jim Moriarty's hysteria, he glanced at Jim Moriarty lightly, and spoke expressionlessly.

"I don't know why you suddenly entangled me. If you are looking for the method of secondary magic power growth, there is no need to go around such a big circle. I can tell you directly that the article is called "Twenty Methods of Dissecting Hawklap" ——On how wizards carry out the precise control of magic power."

"Merlin's stinky socks! I just don't want to lose you as a friend!" Jim Moriarty was almost snarling. After all these days of low lying, he turned out to be no better than a Bowtruckle? !To his Bowtruckle!

Jim Moriarty slammed the cage on the ground, angrily pushed open the door of the Hog's Head Bar, and ran out.

Newt Scamander sneered, and picked up the cage on the ground. The Bowtruckle inside was taken aback. Compared with the savage Picot, he was not at all wild, and his docileness was nothing like the notorious Bowtruckle. hunchback.

Apparently a bred breed.

Artemis Jungle?

He didn't know when the Artemis family opened a artificial breeding farm after their defeat.

"Slytherin friendship, huh." Newt Scamander threw the cage into the courtyard, intending to release the animals later.

That night, Newt Scamander found some secluded trees and released the Bowtruckles from their cages one by one.

Wizards domesticated these animals for their own liking, and obtained Galleons through trading. Every wizard was satisfied. No one cared about how these domesticated animals would survive if the buyer didn't want them anymore.

In the eyes of those wizards who earn Galleons by taming magical animals, any problems that have nothing to do with Galleons are not big problems.

In the eyes of a pure-blood noble buyer like Moriarty, any problems that can be solved with Galleons are not big problems.

Newt Scamander sneered, one day, he must promulgate a decree prohibiting the domestication of magical animals to put an end to this evil trade.

Newt Scamander came out of the woods, patted the fallen leaves on his body, and a long-lost system prompt suddenly sounded in his ears.

"[Day] detected remnant souls, whether to activate the Onmyoji system."

"Yes." Newt Scamander twisted a flower with his wand, and quickly glanced around.

"[Day] Detected the remnant soul of the dementor, whether to collect it."

"Yes." Newt Scamander replied in a low voice, tightly holding the wand in his hand. The term "dementor" made him a little scared.

"Calling God's Guard" is an advanced defense against black arts technique. With his current magic power, even if he recites the spell correctly, the magic power is not enough to support the operation of the entire spell.