The right way to attack Moriarty

"Tsk tsk, look, what did I hear? Tsk tsk, if this information gets out, I think you have a tendency to be abused."

"You don't understand," Jim didn't bother with him, smiled and took out a bottle of potion from his arms, and handed it to the doctor in the medical room.

"Mix this together in a potion."

"I don't understand, but," the doctor in the medical room shook the potion bottle in his hand, looked up and asked Jim with a serious expression, "Are you really going to shelve your plan in the wizarding world?"

"Yeah." Jim responded perfunctorily, without even looking at him, his deep eyes were always glued to Newt's body, refusing to let go.

"Tsk," the doctor shook his head, and went out again with the potion bottle, but didn't say anything further.

Newt slept through another afternoon.

Jim sat motionless at the foot of his bed, just looking at his side face, with an inexplicable expression, wondering what he was thinking alone.

When Newt woke up, Jim stood up suddenly from the bed, "You're hungry, I'll get you something to eat."

"Yeah," Newt sat up, rubbing his forehead.

When Jim came back with food, Newt got a bottle of unknown liquid from somewhere.

"Drink it." Newt handed him the bottle in his hand.

Jim took the bottle from Newt's hand with a smile, without even asking, and didn't even bother to identify what was in the bottle, just raised his head neatly, and drank it.

"You trust me." Newt smirked, "Aren't you afraid I'll poison you in the medicine?"

Jim smiled, "There is no need to use poison. You are my poison, every sentence is fatal, and every move is bloody."

Newt sneered, did not answer his words, but explained the effect of the potion just now.

"Now, you can get rid of the cast."

"Well," Jim didn't ask much, and directly removed the plaster with one hand.

"The effect of this medicine is not bad," Jim moved his arm. "The doctor in the medical room said that it will take at least a week to heal."

"A week?" Newt was stunned for a moment. "A comminuted fracture?"

"Cough," Jim was inexplicably caught up in the quilt, a little embarrassed, and now he could only change the subject dryly, "Well, Slytherin finally won the game, don't be too sad—"

"Well," Newt responded casually, "comminuted fracture, it's okay, I thought what happened to you, but I didn't expect, tsk, shouldn't I be moved to agree with you, Jim?"

Jim pursed his lips and said nothing.

Although he really wants to say at this moment, yes, of course you need to agree with your body.

Still, Newt is on fire now, so he might as well keep his mouth shut.

"I'm going to fuck you up one day sooner or later," Newt sighed, "You never thought that if what I pressed was not your arm, but something else, you would still be alive. ?!"

"At that time, I didn't think too much about it," Jim coughed dryly, "I saw you falling off the broomstick, and I was anxious, so I jumped off—"

"Stop, stop," Newt stopped Jim, "Stop talking, if you continue, I'm afraid I'll kill you right here."

"Cough," Jim coughed dryly again, but this time the corners of his mouth were more curved.

"Let's get down to business," Newt shook the potion bottle beside the bed, the potion in the bottle was still intact, not a single drop was missing.

That was the medicine that the doctor in the medical room gave Newt just now.

Of course, Jim had the doctors in the infirmary mix up other potions.

"What did you put in my potion?" Newt asked Jim blankly. "Love potion? Hallucinogen?"

The expression on Jim's face collapsed. He knew that Newt might notice, but he didn't expect Newt to say that at all.

Aphrodisiacs, hallucinogens.

Ah.

Jim smiled coldly: "I added the Soul Impervious Potion."

Of course Newt wouldn't believe it, he looked up at the dark-haired boy in front of him.

Jim looked at him for two seconds, turned around and left cleanly with a stomach full of anger.Didn't even bother to explain.

Newt picked up the potion bottle beside him, sniffed it, and took another sip.

Sighed deeply.

The Quidditch match was ultimately won by Slytherin.

However, the interaction between Jim and Newt has already overtaken the limelight of the Quidditch champion. It has received a lot of attention throughout Hogwarts, and it has almost become the hottest topic of the week.

No matter where you are, you can hear everyone talking.

"Did you see that scene? My Merlin, when Newt fell off the broom, I saw Jim's face turn pale."

"It's not just his face turning pale, didn't he just jump off the stands?!"

"My Merlin, if this isn't love, then I don't believe in love anymore."

"That's right, Newt is unconscious, isn't Jim still guarding him in the medical room all afternoon?"

"Didn't you say that? These two people, alas, say they are separated, but I see that they are more in harmony and sticky than when they didn't. Pity the bunch of little girls in Slytherin. Stupid, move up."

Not only the Hogwarts hall exploded, but even the Slytherin common room exploded.

The interaction between Jim and Newt was like a stone thrown into the black lake, which aroused the reaction of the whole Slytherin.

Dana even went to ask Jim out of nowhere again.

"You and Newt, are you breaking up or getting back together?"

Jim glanced at her indifferently, his eyes were no different from looking at an octopus in Black Lake.

"I never admitted that we broke up."

Dana froze for a moment, just about to open her mouth to say something.The conversation was interrupted by Jim, who continued to speak calmly.

"However, you don't need to worry about me, just go after me if you want."

I lose if I catch up.

At the same time, in Hufflepuff, rumors spread about Newt's attitude towards Jim.

"Didn't you say that the two of you have nothing to do with each other, and let me do whatever I want?" Hufflepuff, who was in the sixth grade, approached Newt, teasing both inside and outside, "What's going on now, why don't you tell me?" A correct word."

"If you really like him, you can go after him, I won't be your hindrance." Newt glanced at him expressionlessly, and said coldly.

"Tsk, and said that there is nothing wrong with the two of them, and they even reacted exactly the same. This is called no reunion."

The reactions of Jim and Newt reduced a lot of trouble at the same time.Except for those diehard fanatics, the remaining young wizards who wanted to join in the fun had already seen the current situation clearly.

Jim and Newt are afraid that the status in each other's hearts is not low, otherwise, no one would say so firmly, just let go and chase him, if you can catch him, you will admit defeat.

Although the two of them didn't say it clearly, it's just that what they said inside and outside the words revealed the same meaning.

Their feelings for each other are very firm.Even if they have broken up, the other party would rather be single for the rest of their lives than look for someone else.

Newt and Jim still haven't communicated much, but the news about the two getting back together seems to be spreading all over the place.

Christmas is coming soon, but Newt is still busy without touching the ground, following Theseus every day, running around.

Because of the frequent use of the Time Converter before, he lost energy and almost had a major safety accident. Therefore, the principal has already stopped his Time Converter, and he can only make up for it in various fragmented time.

Speaking of this, he had to grit his teeth at Dumbledore.

If it wasn't for this bastard, he wouldn't need to suffer this crime.

Jim didn't stick to him as usual. During the Christmas holiday, Jim dragged his suitcase alone and boarded the Hogwarts Express early without even saying hello to Newt.

A pub somewhere in London, hidden and safe.Hidden under the floor of the public telephone booth, it took a zigzag to go around four or five sewers before reaching the destination on the second basement floor.

"Here we come," the owner of the bar stood behind the counter, looked at the young man who had just opened the door, and greeted enthusiastically.

The 15-year-old boy is now famous in the town.In this place, perhaps some people have never heard of Moran, and some have never heard of Sherlock Holmes.However, when it comes to professors, there is no one in the streets of London who does not know.

This young man has grown rapidly in five years.His influence has penetrated into various fields, and has even spread all over the world.

It's just that no matter how high the status is and how powerful it is, it needs allies.

This time, he came to this small bar of his own in order to find an alliance of forces outside the UK.

The owner of the bar wiped the table and greeted the dark-haired boy with a smile.

"Vodka, brandy, wine, beer, what would you like?"

The black-haired boy glanced at the table coldly, there were a lot of wine scattered on it.Some are labeled, some are not.However, without exception, none of these wines were opened.The packaging is very nice.

Jim casually picked up a bottle and carefully looked at the outer packaging.

"What is the latest batch of wine?"

"Oh," the boss replied with a smile, "The newest thing is not wine, but pizza."

The black-haired boy sneered.

"Heated leftovers, that's leftovers too. Is there anything else?"

The boss crossed out the name of Italy in his heart with a smile, and then pushed a few bottles of wine over.

"How about vodka? This is also newly launched recently, and the quality is guaranteed!"

"En." The black-haired boy waved his hand, and the bodyguards behind him immediately understood, and took the vodka on the table in their hands.Meanwhile, a check appears on the table in front of the bar owner.

"What else?"

"Here," the bar owner pushed over the beer and wine from the other side, "these are the latest flavors, would you choose one?"

Jim took out a cigarette, and immediately someone came up and lit it for him.

"I don't drink beer." Jim flicked his cigarette ash and looked up at the bar owner. "Besides, I ordered this case of red wine early in the morning."

The bar owner laughed along with him: "Yes, yes, I was negligent."

It was dark when Jim came out of the bar.

He made a choice, and the people under him naturally had to run errands.

The bodyguard stood outside the phone booth and opened the bottle of vodka.

On the inside of the bottle cap was written the detailed address and time. The bodyguard handed the bottle cap to Jim respectfully. Jim didn't pay much attention to it, just glanced at it casually, and then signaled them what to do.

"Work harder, finish this," Jim flicked the cigarette ash, "the underground forces in this world will completely reshuffle and start over."

The author has something to say: Vodka is Russian.