Everyday life at Midtown High School

"Don't be so narrow-minded. I just think that the fitness trainer that SHIELD is looking for must be the type who has investigated eighteen generations of his ancestors, is absolutely reliable, and is absolutely professional. Therefore, if we want to keep fit, we might as well hire him directly. Him, save time and effort..." Pooh said very seriously.

However, Harry had a calm expression of 'I continue to listen to your nonsense' the whole time.

"Harry, you really misread me!"

Pooh complained from the bottom of his heart: "Could it be that in your eyes, I am the type who will definitely go up to strike up a conversation with a good-looking strange man?"

"Yes."

Harry answered without giving him any face.

Pooh choked.

But soon, with a face comparable to Zhenjin, he cheered up again: "Even if you don't have confidence in me, you still have confidence in yourself!"

He directly stretched out his hand and pulled Harry, forcing him to the big mirror on the wall of the living room.

In the mirror, two teenagers, one tall and one short, were standing close together.

"Look, who can be more handsome than you! What a beautiful golden hair, like the sun's rays..."

Pooh's fingers slowly ran across Harry's short blond hair, and he said slowly with a smile: "And these eyes, I can always see..."

"See yourself? Bastard, you're just pretending to be narcissistic!" Harry finally couldn't help laughing.

Winnie blinked his big eyes, put his arms around his waist naturally, and took the opportunity to ask with a smile: "Hey, are you not angry?"

"It's not over yet."

Harry tried hard to purse the corners of his curved lips again, trying to put on a deadpan look: "Don't try to make jokes again."

"So what?"

Pooh thought for a while, leaned over and kissed his lips, and whispered sweetly, "I love you the most, Harry."

Harry's eyes were already full of smiles, but he insisted on keeping a straight face, squinting his eyes solemnly and said, "Prove it to me."

"Oh my god." Pooh laughed and felt embarrassed, but he still leaned over and kissed him hard.

"Not enough!" Harry continued solemnly.

"Hey." Pooh wanted to laugh again, but he still cooperated and did not play tricks, and leaned forward to kiss again.

This time, he did kiss a little more seriously.

So, after the kiss, both of them were a little out of breath.

"Not enough," Harry said hoarsely.

Pooh bit his lower lip, and simply threw himself on it...

"Cough, cough, cough!"

With a straight face, Tony suddenly reached out and pulled the two of them away: "Excuse me."

Then, standing in front of the big mirror, he began to straighten the cuffs of his suit seriously as if no one else was there.

Harry and Pooh were both embarrassed and confused.

The two looked at each other for a while, and laughed at the same time.

In the mirror, Tony's face was so black that it was almost dripping with ink.

But Pooh didn't take care of the old father's mood at all, and laughed several times louder than Harry.

"Those two little bastards! I have to find time to teach them some common sense about safe sex."

Afterwards, Tony complained to Steve worriedly: "I didn't think it mattered at first. What knowledge can two minors have besides the most common gameplay? But now, I find that they are really open. Today To actually kiss in front of the mirror, if I hadn't gone early, it might have ruined the carpet and sofa in my hall..."

Steve listened patiently at first.

But when he heard this, he blushed a little bit embarrassedly, but suddenly asked humbly: "Uh... besides the most common gameplay, what else can you do?"

Tony looked impatient, and said casually, "You won't check it yourself?"

"Uh...you are going to teach them anyway, why don't you teach me first?" Steve thought for a while and suggested.

"..."

Tony raised his head subconsciously, trying to figure out whether he said this accidentally or on purpose.

However, Steve still maintains a standard upright and serious expression that belongs to the American conscience, and his eyes are very innocent.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" He asked strangely.

"No, it's nothing." Tony let go of his guard and said, "It's just that I usually don't teach people easily."

Then, under Steve's somewhat disappointed eyes, he added a teasing sentence with a half-smile: "The tuition I charge is very expensive."

"How expensive? Can it be paid in installments?"

Steve asked half-truly.

"It's so expensive that you can't afford it, installments? Of course...no."

Tony replied casually: "But there are exceptions."

"special case?"

"For example... if you teach Captain America, it's free."

Let's ignore the daily 'unconscious' displays of affection between the Starks and sons.

Except for Minister Percival Graves' indifferent attitude, Newt's trip to the US Ministry of Magic went very smoothly.

Under the leadership of Graves, the Secretary of Security of the United States Ministry of Magic, he walked into Chairman Serafina's office, and quickly finalized a series of corresponding countermeasures with the resolute witch, just waiting for the wizarding council to be held.

Then, with Graves' serious 'no welcome' expression on his face, he bit the bullet and made a request to communicate with the Minister alone.

Regarding this, Percival Graves rubbed his fingers against the wand in his palm, seemingly unwilling.

On the other hand, Credence pursed his lips in displeasure, because... if Newt hadn't come, Graves wouldn't have worked overtime temporarily; if Graves hadn't worked overtime, the two of them had You can go home together, and then get along for about two or three hours.

But Newt's arrival made the two spend less time together.

Credence was childish and silently angry, but due to the cowardly character he had cultivated since he was a child, he didn't even dare to say a word of indirect disagreement, so he could only turn around obediently and leave.

Graves naturally didn't notice the child's completely hidden thoughts.

His mind was currently focused on Newt's request.

alone?

After examining the other party for several seconds, he nodded slowly.

Then, he signaled Credence to leave for a while, or wait for him in the corridor outside the office.

Credence immediately looked sad, even though he didn't say a word.

This gives Graves the illusion of 'I'm bullying him again'.

The always proud minister showed a rare expression of helplessness in his eyes, so he took out a delicate small bag full of Zhuoguo from the drawer, and said simply: "There is a wizard toy store on the first floor, which is relatively safe. If you are bored, you can go there for a stroll."

Credence had no interest in toy stores.

But in front of Graves, he didn't even dare to have the courage to say 'I don't want money', and with a submissive look, he reached out to take the money bag.

The fingers of the two touched together.

As if being scalded, Percival subconsciously pulled back his hand, while Credence was reluctant to fully grasp it...

The bag fell to the ground all at once.

The currency belonging to the wizarding world of the United States, the Zhuoguo, fell to the ground and made a tinkling sound.

"Sorry, sorry!" Credence jumped.

He kept apologizing and knelt down, planning to pick them up one by one.

The upset Parcival grabbed his hand and stopped him.

After looking at each other, the minister turned his head in a hurry, and with a light wave of his wand, the coins lined up neatly and spontaneously walked into the delicate little purse.

"Go play," Graves said.

He was worried that people would see some emotions in his eyes that shouldn't have appeared, so his tone seemed a little blunt.

'I mess things up all the time, I can't do anything right. '

Seeing that Mr. Graves was no longer looking at him, Credence pursed his lips, held the money bag aggrievedly, and turned around sadly.

Newt happened to be standing at the door, watching the scene.

He gave Credence an uncomfortably forced smile.

But because Credence was too sad, even if he and Newt had gotten along well just now, they didn't want to talk to each other at this time.

With a crying face, he ignored Newt directly...

This made Scamander, who was originally a patient with severe social phobia, immediately tense and nervous, and didn't know what to say to comfort the other party.

After Credence left, the room was quiet for a while.

It wasn't until a minute or two later that Percival Graves adjusted his mood and cast a few sound-proof spells with his wand, then raised his head again and asked, "Is there something wrong with Credence? ?”

He didn't notice Newt's awkwardness and embarrassment just now.

For a high-ranking, confident, powerful, and even a bit rebellious adult wizard, it is difficult to understand those overly sensitive and delicate emotions.

Also, he didn't want to talk in circles unless it was necessary.

So, he went straight to the destination, and stated his point of view straight to the point: "Mr. Scamander, although I invited you in private to come over and help Momo get out of Credence's body safely. But In fact, I'm not going to hide anything from Credence, so you don't have to ask for a private conversation with me today."

"Uh...the problem is, it's..."

Under the strong aura of the minister, Newt stammered, "It's because, according to my feeling after contacting him just now... Credence probably has no choice but to separate from Momoran."

"What?" Graves looked up in surprise.

Then, with a serious expression on his face, he asked, "Why?"

At the same time, Credence was in the hallway and was confronted by a robbery.

He stared blankly ahead...

A small animal wrapped in black is blocking the middle of the road.

It bared its fangs, glared at Credence viciously, and purred menacingly.

If Credence is proficient in animal language or alien language, he can probably understand what this little animal wants to express.

Presumably the general content should be: Hand over the purse in your hand, I am Venom Nixie!

It seems that Mr. Scamander's 'stuff any animal in the box' behavior...

Sometimes, it's not a good thing.

The author has something to say: the characters appear in the second half, from the movie "Where the Fantastic Beasts Are"

Briefly talk about the similarities and differences of HP's British and American magic circles, lest I forget to mark:

Muggle = No-Maj; Gold Galleon = Zhuo Guo (the exchange rate between the two countries is not yet clear); the UK has the Daily Prophet, and the US has the New York Ghost; the UK has Hogwarts, and the US has Ilvermorny; the UK has The Minister of Magic, the United States is the head of the Ministry of Magic...

That’s all for the time being, if there are any new discoveries, I will continue to mark them later.