The right way to attack Moriarty

"What's the matter?" Newt still looked the same, neither salty nor bland, and his tone hadn't changed.

"Hey," Jim laughed, "Even if we break up, we can still be friends. Don't you need to be so cold?"

"When did I say I wanted to be friends with you? I'm so sorry," Newt smirked back, "You never met my criteria for being a friend."

Jim pursed his lips, smiled, and continued.

"If you don't want to be friends, you should still be classmates anyway. Don't be so indifferent." Jim glanced at him, and his eyes fell on his arm. "Quidditch is such a strenuous activity, is your injury okay?"

Newt smiled back at him, but his tone was quite cold, "It's okay."

Jim coughed, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.Knowing Newt for so long, this is the first time I have to bite the bullet and talk to him.However, even if he had to bite the bullet, Jim chose to continue talking.

"Why don't you stop playing and change to a substitute. I smell the bloody smell, and the wound time should not be short. You've been so busy recently, you should rest more and take care of yourself."

"Thank you, but no need." Newt thanked him extremely coldly, then turned and left.

Jim sighed, took out a cigarette irritably, and lit it.

The smoke billowed in, covering Jim's face.

During the entire Quidditch match, Jim deliberately found a position close to the playing field.

A pair of eyes were tightly glued to Newt's body, staring at Newt rightly.

When Newt got on the broomstick, Jim even subconsciously clenched the guardrail in his hand, fearing that Newt might make a mistake.A pair of deep eyes stared at him even more, lest Newt would become unsteady and fall off the broom.

Jim's eyes were not only deep, but also venomous.

He could tell at a glance that Newt must have hurt his arm.However, when he was around the long table in Slytherin, he didn't ask any more questions.

Because of this match, Hufflepuff is facing Slytherin.If it wasn't for Slytherin, Jim might not have been so nervous, but it happened that Newt was facing Slytherin.

Slytherins often use small tricks in the game, which are innocuous, or which will not be punished.But these small tricks can often make a little wizard lie in the medical room for a few days.

Not to mention the injured arm, even a little wizard who has never been injured, Slytherin can directly use Quaffle to send people into the medical room.

The arrangement of this game is already obvious. June retired from Hufflepuff's Quidditch team. Newt, as the chaser with the most points for three consecutive years, even surpassed the previous seeker.This brilliant record is enough for Newt to become the backbone of the entire Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

Surely the Slytherins would have pulled out all the stops to get Newt down.Hufflepuff has a new keeper this year, and as long as Newt is brought down, Slytherin is sure enough to beat Hufflepuff.

Now that Newt has become the backbone of the entire Hufflepuff team, he will probably become the main target of Slytherin.Therefore, when Newt passed by just now, Jim stopped him and suggested Newt to replace him.

Unfortunately, Newt did not agree.

Jim took a deep drag on his cigarette, and the smoke ring quickly dissipated in the breeze.

The Slytherins on the side had already started whispering, they were planning how to beat Newt down.

Although they were just watching the crowd, they had no ability or right to beat Newt down.

However, they were all Slytherins, and since the onlookers thought so, then their Quidditch team captain would only go too far.

Even if Newt is an Artemis, he is the dream object of many Slytherin girls.However, as long as real interest disputes are involved, Slytherin will immediately turn his face and deny anyone.

At this moment, no one cared what Newt's last name was.Slytherin believes in the rules, in order to achieve the end, the means will be used.They don't care what kind of label they will be labeled, as long as they can win the game, they will not care about anything else.

Jim's eyes kept circling closely to Newt. Newt was chasing the Bludger on the field. When the broom shook, Jim felt his heart shake.

Every time a Slytherin batsman wields his stick, Jim's wand is always clenched subconsciously, wishing to cast a jinx on the opponent immediately.

However, no matter how hard Jim stared at people, it was of no use.

Because, this time, the Slytherins really paid for it. They didn't knock Newt off the broom with the Quaffle, they just knocked him off.

This is already a foul!

When Newt fell off his broomstick, Jim felt completely dazed.

His mind was so empty that it didn't even occur to him to cast a Levitation Charm on Newt.The moment Newt fell off his broomstick, he jumped straight off the stands.

The stand is not high from the ground, but it is not too short either. Fortunately, Jim has been struggling in London for so many years, and his skills are always faster than ordinary people.

Jim landed before Newt. He looked up at Newt's position and stretched out his arms subconsciously.

It is conceivable that human arms are made of flesh, and so are wizards.

Jim didn't even have time to think about it, he subconsciously caught Newt with his hands.

Jim had only time for a thought to wander as they all rushed forward.

Newt lost weight.

Medical room.

"You should be lucky that you are a wizard, not a Muggle," the doctor in the medical room scolded Jim, chattering endlessly, "otherwise, your arm will be completely useless. You say you are a wizard, so crucial Moment, why don't you use a levitating spell, or some other summoning spell? You actually use your hands to catch it?! Do you still want your arm?!"

Jim was forced to lie on the bed with a plaster cast on one arm, and his expression was very calm.

"In a hurry, I forgot."

The doctor in the medical room glanced at him: "I've also heard about the two of you. He's been avoiding you recently. Why are you doing this? Even if he loses two arms, he may not be able to get back together with you again." .”

"I don't think so," Jim said blankly. "I just don't want to see him hurt. I'd rather be the one who fell. I don't want anything to happen to him."

"He's fine, he's much better than you," the doctor in the medical room sneered, "he's sleeping soundly next door."

Jim showed a sincere smile, with the tenderness he hadn't seen for a long time; "Let him sleep. By the way, did you help with the wound on his arm?"

"No," the doctor in the medical room said calmly, "What are you going to do? He was scratched by a magical animal. The International Auror Division can't do anything about it, and St. Munger can't cure it. How do you expect him to be injured?" I am a little school doctor, can I cure him?!"

"Fantastic Beasts?" Jim repeated blankly, "Fantastic Beasts?" Jim looked up at the doctor in the medical room wearing a white coat in front of him, "No, I have to go and see."

"Get out, get out!" The doctor in the medical room immediately became angry when he heard him say that, "Go wherever you want, get out!"

Jim got off the bed decisively and rolled to the next door.

Newt wasn't hurt very much, and looking at the beard and tail, Jim took out his wand and cast a few detection spells on Newt.

Exhausted and exhausted, but there is no problem with physical fitness, and there is no injury during the game.

Jim smiled contentedly, as long as Newt wasn't hurt.

He made a pad and hurt his arm, but Newt was fine.

only--

Fantastic Beasts?

Jim took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it casually.

Could it be that Randall and Grindelwald's plan has already begun to be implemented?

Jim was halfway through his cigarette when Newt woke up.

"You," Jim couldn't find any suitable words for a while, so he could only use the most common sentence, "How do you feel?"

Newt squinted at Jim for three seconds before speaking in a less than pleasant tone.

"Put out the cigarette."

Jim froze for a moment, then smiled.He didn't care much and snuffed out the cigarette on the railing beside him, then stood up and covered the quilt for Newt, with some difficulty in moving one hand.

Newt seemed to have just noticed Jim's arm, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"What happened to your arm?"

"It's okay." Jim smiled. "You can sleep a little longer. The doctor in the medical room said that you didn't get enough sleep, that's why you passed out."

"Yeah," Newt replied indifferently, closing his eyes.Only then did he remember that he was on the Quidditch field just now, and he and Jim were no longer in a relationship.

He sighed inwardly.

"Don't let me see you smoking in the future."

"Well," Jim responded in a low voice, looking at Newt's side face, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

The blond-haired boy was lying on his side under the quilt, while the black-haired boy was sitting at the foot of the bed. Although one arm was dangling, there was a smile in his eyes and between his brows.

How can it be seen that this is a person who has been decadent for half a year.

When the doctor from the medical room came over, Jim was staring at Newt, staring intently at Newt's familiar profile.

"I can sleep in this way. It seems that this Hufflepuff is quite tired."

"Well," Jim pursed his lips, signaling the doctor to keep his voice down.

"Seeing how happy you are, are you reconciled?" The doctor smiled and handed the bottle to Jim, teasing the black-haired boy.

"No," Jim said with a grin, "he just told me to put out the cigarette."