The right way to attack Moriarty

Newt has taken two elective courses this semester, one is called Crystal Ball Teach You to Foretell Your Life, which is a general elective course for all students in the school.From the second grade to the seventh grade, the kind that can be taken without distinction.The other is called advanced potion making, which is common in daily life.It is limited to students in the upper grades, that is, students in grades four and five and above.Of course, most of the students in the sixth and seventh grades already had a serious potion making class, so there was no need to join in the fun here.

The class hours of elective courses are less than those of compulsory courses.Therefore, generally speaking, the start time of this school-wide elective course is relatively late.Classes will not start until the third week of the second month.

On the first day of class.Newt was taken aback when he saw Leta Lestrange in his divination class.

"Didn't you say that you would never touch the crystal ball again?" Newtra moved the chair next to Leta Lestrange and sat down.

Lita sighed, and said in a low voice: "No way, Rhine wants to learn. You know, in the whole of Hogwarts, only this class is taught by the upper and lower grades. He pestered me and insisted on letting me Choose this."

"Sorry?" Newt thought he didn't hear clearly, "Line pestered you to let you take this course? Is that what I thought it meant?"

Rita shrugged and gently pulled her hair behind her ears. "It's what you think, we're together."

"It's probably inappropriate for me to say that, but," Newt turned to look at her with seriousness and seriousness, "I thought I might need to remind you that Rhine is a Muggle-born wizard, and you are a Muggle-born wizard." Lestrange."

Lita sighed and said in an irritable tone, "I know, I don't need you to remind me."

While the two were talking, Rhine had already run in from the outside.

He sat next to Leta Lestrange, his face was stained with sweat from running, and he talked with Leta about the interesting things that happened just now.

Lita took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat off Rhine's forehead.Sweet smile.

Newt was caught off guard and fed a mouthful of dog food, sighed deeply, turned his head, but saw the familiar black-haired boy on the other side of the long table, no, he should be called a boy now.

Jim Moriarty, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, was sitting in a rather rebellious posture, with his legs raised high and resting on the table in front of him.Lean back and lean on the table behind.

The table in front of Jim was bright, very bright, and clean enough to reflect people's reflections. It didn't have any things for class, let alone a crystal ball, and it didn't even have a quill.

Newt sighed.

Where did this come to class, it was clearly to embarrass the teacher.

The gentle divination teacher walked in from outside the classroom, and his high heels stepped on the floor, making a crisp sound.Newt looked away from Jim, and turned to their divination teacher.The red skirt paired with the green top, tsk, it's so ugly that I can't bear to look directly at it.

"Today, we're going to learn the most basic crystal ball prophecy—" the teacher of the red and green team said slowly, as if to show her personality of being a little bird, and her voice was also very low, not Paying attention to hearing nothing at all, Newt sighed deeply in his heart, feeling a little annoyed.

The teacher is still knocking on the blackboard, teaching everyone how to see the future through the crystal ball.

Newt had no interest, he never believed in fate, and naturally he would not believe in any bullshit prophecies.To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that this course didn't require a so-called final exam, he wouldn't even look at the crystal ball.

Finally, when get out of class was over, Newt picked up his schoolbag and planned to leave.

"Newt," Leta Lestrange suddenly stopped him, "I just made a prophecy about you, do you want to hear it?"

"No." Newt turned around and smirked at the girl.

"You'll be in the advanced potions class in the dungeon later, and there will be a Slytherin confessing to you face to face." Leta Lestrange finished speaking quickly, without giving Newt a chance to refuse.

The black-haired boy at the side was originally planning to go straight back to the Slytherin common room while puffing out smoke rings, but now he heard Lita's words, turned around, and lazily went to the cellar.

Newt was swayed by her, and he was not in a very good mood.So, he made a smirk, and teased Rhine in front of her: "I know you have been secretly in love with me for a long time, so there is no need to use the crystal ball to express your love to me. Anyway, looking at the thousand gold Galleons back then, For the sake of this, I'm considering giving you a discount, letting you be a part of the little Slytherin girl's team. I'll give you a front number plate."

"No, you should leave that thing to the little Slytherin girls, I don't need it." Leta Lestrange put her prophecy ball into her schoolbag, smiling mysteriously, "You will definitely Enjoyed it."

"Really? I would like to borrow your words." Newt sneered, not intending to listen to Lita's nonsense here.

Rhine was also a little dazed. He looked at Newt's back and pulled Leta: "Isn't it something that happens every day when the little girl in Slytherin confesses to Newt? Why do you say that Newt will enjoy it today? "

Leta Lestrange gave a ambiguous smile and didn't reply.

Elective, Advanced Potions.

"Everyone here is a senior student, and there will always be some special needs. As the first class of this semester, I have to come up with something that can attract everyone, right?"

The teacher of the elective course was a young wizard. He looked at the little wizards in the audience, and smiled a little strangely. He could see the little wizards in the audience, no, the great wizards, feeling nervous.

The wizard deliberately lowered his voice, and it was a little mysterious, "So, as the first production of this class, I want to give you some exciting news——"

The sorcerer turned around and wrote a line of words on the blackboard, and the students below dropped their jaws in shock.

Soon, cheers, cheers, and even voices of disapproval appeared one after another in this classroom.

"A must-kill skill for advanced potions—the production and use of fascination==love potions."

Newt looked at a row of large characters on the blackboard, remembered Leta Lestrange's prophecy, and sighed deeply in his heart.

Rows of "fuck" holding signs, lined up, passing by in his mind.

This Hogwarts, take date pills.

What is there to say about the use of the love potion? Also, is it really good to tell a group of wizards in the fourth and fifth grades how to make the love potion?

Is it agreed that minors will be expelled from school if they become pregnant?

"Of course, some of you may have thought about it for a long time. It doesn't matter. I have already prepared for it," the wizard tapped on the blackboard, and a group of chalks jumped out of the chalk box, brushing Write on the blackboard, and soon, neat rows of writing on the blackboard appear on the blackboard.

The wizard continued: "Don't worry, we will learn how to efficiently avoid human life when solving special needs in the next class."

Newt had to say that the quality of this teacher is probably quite low, the opening is made of yellow material, and the teaching content is inseparable from this kind of thing, so he is probably not a decent teacher.

Being a teacher, opening and closing your mouth are all these things, don't you really feel ashamed?

The class flies by quickly after Newt becomes disgusted with the teacher.

Newt didn't end up making any potions either.

Heh, making a love potion?He thought his hands were dirty.

Of course, if Newt could have foreseen what would happen to him if he didn't make the potion, he probably wouldn't be so laid-back and calm.

"Okay, before get out of class is over, let me take a look at your results," the wizard walked around the classroom, showing an even weirder smile, which was originally just to make people feel creepy, but this time the smile probably Gives goosebumps all over your body.

"I found that a small number of students did not make fascination==love== potions. Of course, these students are very charming in themselves. I believe that with their looks, they will be invincible in love. There is absolutely no need to go through this kind of method again. But," the wizard dragged his tone, and looked around at all the little wizards who refused to cooperate and showed disgusting expressions, "since they believe in their charm and determination Li, then, how about cooperating with other students and trying the effect of the medicine?"

"Excuse me?" Jim, who was sitting in the back row with his legs crossed on the table, fearless and even half a cigarette dangling from his mouth, said lazily, "You mean, in the house All those who have not made love potions must be treated as test subjects, right?"

"Oh, of course." The wizard pulled a standard Slytherin smirk, and his eyes lingered on the black-haired boy, "After all, you are so charming, and you should always be wary of other students using this potion on you , isn't it?"

"Yes," Jim took the cigarette out of his mouth, and nodded lazily, "That's right, teacher, you didn't make magic = = love = = potion, and, your charm is so strong, your concentration must be higher, So, can you help me experiment with this potion?"

The wizard coughed dryly, as if he didn't expect that a student would directly stand up to him.What's more, this student has already made the potion, which is simply unreasonable.

The classroom was silent for a second, and then boiled instantly.

Jim, who is lazy about everything and doesn't want to talk to him, openly challenged the teacher in class. This is a rare thing in Hogwarts. Everyone's awareness of Jim has risen again. On the other hand, there were even quite a few little girls who secretly decided to use the potion as the black-haired Slytherin boy.

Newt looked at the unscrupulous Jim and sighed again.

But he didn't say anything.

The wizard finally tried the potion for Jim. In exchange, the rest of the people who didn't make the potion had to experiment with the potion for other wizards.

Although it was quite unlucky, Newt had to say that Rita's prophecy was so accurate.

All the people who asked Newt to experiment were Slytherins.

Many Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were attracted by Jim.

It has to be said that Jim's behavior against the teacher just now attracted many fans of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

People are always easily attracted to the opposite.

Newt shook his head, sighing inwardly.

The eternal truth is that people will always be attracted by the opposite, experience heart-piercing pain, and then find a similar one to spend the rest of their lives with.

At noon, Newt didn't go to the hall, he just dealt with it in the Hogwarts kitchen as usual.

In a while, he will go back to the Artemis Manor with the help of the Time Converter, and deal with things with Theseus this morning.

Unfortunately, the moment Newt walked out of the Hogwarts kitchen, he received a letter from an owl.

The pink envelope was folded into a heart shape. Newt refused to accept it without even looking at it.

It was already night when Newt returned to Hogwarts again.

As soon as the Newts came back, they received another letter from the owl, this time it was normal parchment.

With a wave of his wand, Newt removed the parchment from the owl's leg.

Tsk, another love letter.

Newt crumpled the envelope impatiently and threw it into the trash can beside him.

Since Newt broke up with Jim that day, the number of love letters Newt received every day has increased exponentially, and soon, it filled Newt's trash can.

Not long after, Newt suddenly realized that there was a vague fragrance in the whole room.

A little restless, Newt frowned tightly. He had smelled this thing all morning, so of course he knew what it was.

The aroma of cherry blossoms, with a hint of tobacco.

Then, a soft body came up, and the plump softness rubbed against Newt's arm, and Newt cursed in his heart.

"Fuck, is Leta a crow?"

Also, damn Hogwarts, why teach students to make enchanted==love==potions? !

Newt tried to give himself a clear spring like water, or some other sober spell, but at that moment, his hands, lips, and brain were already out of control.

Newt struggled, opened the courtyard directly, and disappeared from Hogwarts.

The author has something to say:

Very good, I have finished cultivating immortals.You can watch the update normally (7 o'clock) tomorrow.

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In order to make Dumbledore's conspiracy (remaining Newt finished the fifth grade) succeed, it is set that there are only four professors (four deans) in Hogwarts, and the rest are associate professors or lecturers