The right way to attack Moriarty

"Sure," Jim took out a portkey from his pocket, and handed it to Newt calmly.

Newt looked at him with raised eyebrows: "What is this?"

"The Portkey," Jim handed the Portkey to Newt, smoking a cigarette, "Didn't you ask me to withdraw from that organization?" Jim handed the Portkey to Newt, "This is the contact token, you It can be given to Theseus."

Newt suddenly smiled coldly.

"Jim, I told you," Newt brushed his fingers over the lines on the portkey, rolled his eyelids, and his words unconsciously became angry, "He can use Theseus's road by himself, and he doesn't need you to give it to him." He paves the way."

Jim shrugged his shoulders indifferently, put his hands back into his trouser pockets, and with a cigarette in his mouth, he uttered a little vaguely: "I didn't pave the way for him, anyway, I don't need it, throwing it away is a waste, why don't we let him study it, it's a waste of time." waste utilization."

Newt raised his eyes, gave him a nonchalant look, and said nothing.

"Well," Jim looked at Newt's expression, biting a cigarette, and said in deliberation, "I'm withdrawing from that organization now. And I promise that I will never contact there again. Now, can you listen to my explanation? Yet?"

Newt hummed humbly.

Jim took a deep drag on his cigarette, then stubbed it out.He stood up straight, and walked lazily in one direction, "Let's talk in another place."

Newt followed behind him unhurriedly, the Portkey obediently lying in his palm, a little hot.Neither of them spoke.

Jim stopped at a corner, took out another cigarette, and lit it with ease.

"Huh?" Newt stared at him, not stopping him from smoking.

Jim exhaled a smoke ring, and suddenly turned to look at Newt with an unpredictable expression.

"You know," Jim paused, "no, in your house, I mean, the Artemis family, have you never seen their portraits?"

"What do you want to say?"

Although Newt asked like this, he had already guessed a lot in his heart when he heard Jim speak.

"Do you still remember that Christmas, you were standing alone in the lobby, and I called you three times and you didn't turn back," Jim took another deep breath on his cigarette.

"Well, I was in a bad mood and almost hurt you by mistake." Newt nodded.

"Yes," Jim bit his cigarette butt, with a sigh in his tone, "Did you notice that you at that time, and you now, in your eyes," Jim leaned against the wall, tilted his head, and pointed He stared straight into Newt's eyes, "Will there be a flash of red light?"

"Are you sometimes emotionally unstable and often lose control?"

"Yes." Newt nodded, there is nothing to deny, he did have these situations.

"Your soul is not stable," Jim looked deeply at Newt, "it's dangerous."

"Well, I know," Newt nodded, his words were very cold, "but that's not the reason for you to participate in the witchcraft experiments."

"No," retorted Jim, "it is. I don't know if you remember, but I told you once that I had my own reasons for participating in this project."

Newt hummed.

"That's my selfishness." Jim sighed deeply. "That Christmas Eve, when you stood alone in the empty hall, I noticed that your soul was unstable. But I just thought you The mood fluctuated too much, so I didn't take it seriously. Until later, in the Black Lake, in the Forbidden Forest, and other places, you told me during that time that your mood was not stable, and red eyes flashed several times Light. I began to wonder if your soul is not complete for some reason, so this kind of unstable fluctuation will appear. "

"I checked the information of the Artemis family, but I got very little. But, without exception," Jim looked up at Newt, "All the patriarchs of the Artemis family died of unstable souls. Burst."

"I panicked, but I'm not sure if you know about it," Jim sighed, "I wanted to tell you, but after thinking about it, it's not necessary," Jim said bitterly He smiled, "I may not be able to research any results yet, and you, maybe you don't need to know about it at all."

Newt sighed deeply, Jim paused, his eyes resting on Newt.

But Newt didn't speak.

"Why are you sighing?" Jim asked.

"Nothing," Newt said, "and then?"

Jim pursed his lips and continued.

"In the beginning, I just suspected that your souls might explode because your souls were incomplete. It just so happened that the dean had a research topic on soul stability and immortality, so I added it in. Afterwards, you will I know." Jim raised his eyes to look at him, "I verified it in the experiment," Jim briefly mentioned the part related to the witchcraft experiment, and said in a vague way, all the emphasis was on the part related to the division of the soul, " The sequelae of soul splitting—there will be red light flashing in the eyes, this symptom will appear in all wizards. Of course, if it is allowed to develop, the eyes of the whole person will completely turn red, and then lose their mind. After that The soul will explode due to the magic riot."

Newt sighed deeply again, somewhat frustrated.

"How many people did you experiment with when you came to these conclusions?"

"Well, I haven't counted it," Jim took a breath and leaned against the wall. After a long while, he spoke slowly, with bitterness and self-mockery mixed in his tone, "So, you still can't forgive me, can you?"

"Jim," Newt said, leaning against the wall behind him, exhausted, "I have to say, I'm sorry."

"For what?" Jim put out his cigarette and stared at him intently. "You know, I do this voluntarily."

Newt said nothing.

"If you really want to express your apology," Jim laughed, "how about accepting my explanation and forgive me this time? I promise," Jim made a vow, "next time, I will definitely Will not make the same mistake again.”

Newt still didn't speak.

He had sworn to Helen before, and he also said that he knew what he knew, and that discord between the three views was not a big problem, and he could solve it.

But at this point, he just felt deeply powerless, and he couldn't justly accuse Jim of his mistakes.

Yes, Jim was wrong, not only wrong, but wrong.The most essential difference between wizards and animals is that they have a basic ethical and moral bottom line.Newt firmly believes in this, and intends to follow the moral bottom line to the end.But Jim doesn't think so.

The most terrible thing is that even if Jim is willing to verbally admit his mistakes and promise not to do so again.But in fact, Jim didn't think that such an approach was wrong.He would compromise, just because of Newt, because he loved Newt.

Newt was heartbroken.It was a kind of exhaustion from the heart, exhaustion with a capital letter.Now he can already understand Helen's mood very well at that time, it is indeed very tiring to associate with a Slytherin.

A large piece of silence spread between the two of them, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.

"Or," Jim's mouth was a little dry, he smashed his mouth, took out another cigarette from his pocket, and wanted to light it, but the fire in his hand couldn't be turned on steadily. Suppressing his irritability, he cleared his throat, trying to make his voice not sound so dry, "What do you want me to do, just tell me, and I'll change it."

Newt opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his mouth was too dry to utter a complete sentence.

Jim smiled slightly.

"I'm sorry, Jim," Newt finally found his voice, "I think you're right."

Jim grabbed Newt's hair fiercely, pressed him against the wall beside him, and kissed him ferociously.

Newt let out a deep sigh, and didn't push him away, or pander to him.

Changing from his previously well-behaved appearance, Jim has become very violent, even more like a person who is about to lose control than Newt, who is in a bad state of mind.

"You still have to break up." When Jim left Newt's lips, he forcibly tore a piece of flesh from Newt's mouth.He chewed the flesh and blood in his mouth and swallowed it, showing a satisfied expression, and then asked, "You still want to break up, right?"

Newt didn't care about the blood on his lips, nor did he care about Jim's behavior. He looked at the person in front of him intently, and rarely refuted or preached.

"Jim, you should know, I can't accept the witch test, but you did it anyway," Newt looked up at Jim, "That's enough to explain everything."

"No, I don't know, I don't know anything," Jim showed a rare crazy side, "I only know now that you are going to abandon me! You said that you only look at the future and not the past, but now you have to do it because of the past. Throw me away!"

"That's the past, Jim, that's not the past," Newt explained to Jim wearily. "What you did was, for the time, the future."

"No, that's the past! Those are all the past! I've worked hard to change it, what do you want from me?! Tell me, I'll change it! I'll change everything!" Jim was even hysterical, he shouted hoarsely It seems that this can vent all the anger in my heart.

"Okay then," Newt raised his head calmly, without even a trace of turmoil in his tone, "If you want to hear it, I'll explain it to you. You feel aggrieved by the separation, and I don't appreciate it at all for what you've done for me. , you think it's all my fault, don't you?"

Jim didn't speak, but his eyes betrayed him.

Yes, that's what I thought.

"Very good," Newt nodded, and continued, "I ask you to consider me next time you make a decision? Oh, no, I forgot, there is no next time. As an ex-boyfriend, give A word of advice from you. Next time you make a decision, remember to consider other people's ideas."

Jim sneered, and tore off his well-behaved skin, revealing his originally unruly face: "It's ridiculous, why should I consider other people's thoughts. Newt, I will consider yours. It's not easy. Shouldn't you be grateful to Dade? Oh, I think I'm great. How ridiculous, think more about other people's ideas, why, don't you expect me to become a Hufflepuff or Gryffindor for you ?"

Newt didn't argue with Jim, he just raised his eyelids, gave Jim a look, and then continued.

"You said that you participated in the witchcraft experiment for me, so, have you asked me what I mean?"

"you have not."

"You think I can't solve this matter, but you don't know if I can. You haven't even discussed it with me."

Newt scoffed, "You asked me if I ever thought about your past. You blamed me for never asking about your past, but did you really want to tell me? No, you didn't. I know you As a part of the underground forces, it is difficult to get out, and I am constantly looking for reasons for you. But, Jim, I am not a god, and I will be tired."

"I don't want our relationship to be maintained by making up for it afterwards."

"Jim, a person is not an island. People need to communicate, and they need to communicate." Newt sighed deeply again, "The most important thing to maintain a relationship is openness, not obedience."

Jim pursed his lips. He always changed his face very quickly. When things turned around, he could use a very thick skin to stick the well-behaved skin that had been torn off to his face again, pretending that he had never ripped off too.

Jim said it very pleasing to the eye, even a little humble.

"If you want to know about the past, I can explain it to you now."

"No," Newt stood up, rejecting him very tiredly, "I don't want to hear it, I think I made it very clear, Jim, I'm tired."

"Let's call it a day."

The author has something to say: In order to catch up with the update, I lived a life of cultivating immortals.

I'm sorry everyone, bow down, I had a cold and fever for a week before, and the update time has been in a trance, plus a while ago, my computer was broken and my phone was lost, and my condition is not very good, um, I'm really sorry anyway Everyone, I will try to update a little more today, cover my face.