Everyday life at Midtown High School

Rumlow worked hard to help carry the 'Sleeping Beauty' named Winter Soldier out of the container.

Immediately afterwards, a group of researchers in white coats swarmed around and began to wander around.

And, they refer to this process as 'the inspection process before the weapon is opened'.

Soon, the Winter Soldier opened his eyes, and then, there was no emotion inside.

"Who am I? Where is this?"

He asked in a hoarse voice.

"You're the Winter Soldier," Pierce said softly.

He didn't go forward immediately, but cautiously kept a distance, vigilant not to provoke the human weapon left by the Hydra: "What do you remember?"

The Winter Soldier turned his head slowly and stared at him blankly, showing a thoughtful expression.

After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly showed a painful expression. His bare upper body, chest and abdomen were tense. Then, he raised his arms and hugged his head with all his strength. The strong human arm had blue veins. From the beginning, he answered word by word through his teeth: "I don't remember anything."

Rumlow narrowed his eyes curiously.

He felt that the man in front of him was not so much a weapon as a beautiful beast that fell into a hunter's trap and couldn't escape.

"If you don't remember, you don't remember." Pierce said with a smile.

He tentatively took a step closer, and when he found that the other party had no intention of attacking, he took a few steps forward again, slowly stretched out his hand, and placed it on the Winter Soldier's head: "There are some things that you don't need to remember, you just need to hold them firmly." Just remember, your own mission is fine.”

"Mission?" The Winter Soldier repeated the word with a natural confusion and bewilderment on his expression.

"Yes, remove all obstacles for Hydra and create a new world." Pierce said with a smile: "HailHydra!"

At the same time, Tony was successfully discharged from the hospital.

Because, Steve was worried about him, so he simply rejected all the unnecessary small tasks of S.H.I.E.L.D., and returned to revenge with those things that "Tony said he would throw them away, but he thought it would be a waste to throw them away". building.

"Did anything happen while I was away?"

As soon as Tony entered the building, he casually asked his AI butler Jarvis.

"Sir, do you prefer to listen to <Iron Man is suspected of being seriously ill and admitted to the hospital, today is in the final stage of dying> or <Stark is suspected of being terminally ill, paralyzed and bedridden> or <Mr. , will never leave his father, spend huge sums of money to order adult diapers > and so on."

Jarvis's British accent was flat and polite, though emotionless.

But Tony inexplicably heard a bit of teasing, and couldn't help but said angrily: "Ha, Jarvis, are you going to start taking his side too? That cunning little devil, even you bought it? "

"You have wronged me."

Jarvis continued unhurriedly: "You know, the moment I was born, Sir, you wrote Tony Stark's name on me from the inside out."

Steve listened in amazement.

He couldn't help laughing and interjected and asked, "Oh my God, even an AI from the Stark family has such a sweet mouth?"

"Thank you for the compliment, Mister Rogers."

Jarvis replied quickly and cheerfully, "But I'm telling the truth."

Tony rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and muttered, "I definitely didn't teach this."

With a helpless expression on his face, he complained faintly and fondly, "That bastard, Pooh, has ruined everyone around him."

The 'bad' Credence was squatting cautiously in the corner of an alley outside the gate of the US Ministry of Magic, which had been cast with the No-Maj Repelling Curse.

He was holding a schoolbag with two shoulder straps, and he was waiting for Minister Percival Graves to get off work with a hesitant expression.

The reason why he did this is because of a suggestion that Pooh gave not long ago: "The relationship between people also needs to be maintained frequently.If you're serious about getting along with your guardian, do what you can to be proactive!For example, come to accompany him to and from get off work once in a while? '

When Pooh said this and gave examples, what came to mind was the shambling figure of a 70-year-old man.

Therefore, he suggested that Credence pick up the 'grandfather', firstly to relieve the loneliness of the elderly; secondly, it can also prolong the time between the two of them, and at the same time, deepen understanding and communication.

Credence believed it.

So, he really stayed outside the Ministry of Magic, planning to pick up Mr. Graves in his heart from get off work.

But the longer he waited, the more uncertain he felt.

As long as any wizard who can enter the Ministry of Magic, even if he is not an elite, he can barely be said to be the best in the wizarding world...

They held their wands one by one, held their heads high, and walked in and out of the entrance with great vigor, shuttling back and forth. From time to time, it was a cool apparition, and occasionally they waved their wands to clean up.

The dazzling and exquisite magic, how miraculous and convenient, makes people yearn for it.

However, this was a bit uncomfortable for Credence, whose identity was kept silent.

He is obviously not a squib, and his magic power is very powerful, but because of the silence in his body, he dare not use it lightly, so he can only live like a No-Maj.

'Mr Graves probably doesn't want to see me at all. '

He couldn't help but think with self-pity: "I'm just a burden to him, and I can't help him at all except to implicate him." '

Just when he was ashamed of himself, retreated in his heart, and was about to leave here quietly, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him...

"Hi Credence, long time no see."

Newt Scamander, who was carrying a suitcase, stood behind him at some point.

The knowledgeable but introverted expert on the protection of magical animals showed a gentle smile towards him.

Credence returned a smile subconsciously, and asked in a low voice of surprise, "Mr. Scamander, why are you here?"

"You can just call me Newt, well, I'm on a business trip."

The magical animal protection expert looked at Credence energetically, with a friendly expression: "You seem to be doing well, it's rare! Actually, I have never believed it, that strong and domineering Mr. Graves , will be a person who can take care of children."

"Mr. Graves... is fine," Credence corrected stubbornly. "He's fine, and I'm not a kid anymore."

"OK, my fault." Newt immediately raised his hand in a good-tempered manner, admitting his mistake and said, "I shouldn't just talk nonsense..."

Credence pursed his lips in displeasure.

But he knew that Newt was a good person, a person who was willing to save himself when he was about to be destroyed...

Although, occasionally Credence suspects...

Is it himself that Newt wants to save, or the silence in his body?

"If Mr. Graves still needs silence, I'm still willing to give it to him if I can."

Credence thought firmly to himself.