Everyday life at Midtown High School

During Credence's time in confinement, Minister Perzimir Graves didn't have much time to spend with him.

This made Credence a little disappointed.

This year's International Council of Wizards has been scheduled to be held in New York, and the time just so happens to be within the last three or four days.

Therefore, in places invisible to ordinary people, countless wizards are making intense preparations for this parliament, and among them, Paximir Graves is the most stressed.

At this critical stage, as the head of the Security Department of the United States Ministry of Magic, it is enough pressure and burdensome to ensure the safety of the parliament during the holding period.

But while completing these tasks, he also had to deal with attacks from some political opponents.

Regarding his "being captured by Grindelwald", let them use this as an excuse to think that Graves' mental state and ability are not enough to be the Minister of Security at this stage.

Passimir was proud by nature, so he dismissed it and didn't bother to argue.

Fortunately, Serafina Piqueri, the president of the Magical Congress of America, is a powerful and cunning witch, but she doesn't like being bullied by outsiders because of her left and right hands.

She stood by Graves throughout and supported his work.

And, she also said without hesitation: "I believe that Paximir, he was captured by Grindelwald, it is not a disgrace. The Black Curse, Grindelwald still hasn’t been able to get any secrets about the Ministry of Magic from Pazimir’s mouth. Based on this alone, if you didn’t obstruct it, I should have awarded Pazimir a medal, no , two, one for his indomitable struggle in the face of evil forces; one for his courage to remain unmoved in the face of idiots' slander."

The former is a compliment, while the latter is a direct display of the chariot and horse's actions.

This witch who was elected as the chairman of the United States Ministry of Magic at a young age is more decisive and swift than a man in some aspects.

"You speak too highly of me."

Graves could not help but smile, and said modestly.

"No, your excellent character makes you worthy of any compliment."

Chairman Piqueri said sincerely: "Pasimir, you are worthy of the name of your ancestor."

Mentioning the name of the ancestor, Paximir Graves looked a lot more solemn.

He couldn't help but bow slightly, with a grateful expression: "Thank you for your advice."

Yes, the surname Graves may be unknown in the British wizarding world.

However, in the American magic world, it is an existence with a long history and considerable influence.

It is different from the historical legacy of the confrontation between wizards and Muggles that often appears in the history of magic in Britain.

The Ministry of Magic in the United States was not originally created to deal with Muggles, but to deal with wizards.

At that time, the North American continent, which was once a British colony, had insufficient law enforcement mechanisms at the beginning. In addition to some normal immigrant wizards, there were also various criminal wizards who escaped from Europe or other countries.

So, when the United States Ministry of Magic was created.

The primary enemy faced by American wizards is not Muggles, but a part of wizards called "Scavengers".

In order to deal with this situation, the Ministry of Magic in the United States began to recruit the first batch of Aurors and train them.

But at that time, Auror resources were scarce, especially the first batch of Aurors, there were only twelve wizards, and the challenges they faced were huge. It can even be said that when they voluntarily joined them, they had already done a good job. Prepared to sacrifice life.

This directly led to the fact that the first batch of Aurors occupied a very high position in the entire history of American magic.

They come from different backgrounds, and they come from old British nobles, such as Abraham Potter, who is a branch of the famous Potter family; there are also ordinary wizards, such as Stiff Graves.But no matter where they come from or what their origins are, they have one thing in common, that is, to protect the American magic world and eliminate the purgers, they will spare no effort to do so until they die.

Of the twelve Aurors, fighting to the end, only two died, and the others died in various battles, and it was for this reason...

Since then, several generations of Aurors have been unanimously respected by American wizards.

The ancestor of Paximir Graves was one of the first twelve Auror elders, Fuji Graves.

Therefore, the Graves family may not be called noble, but in the United States, it can definitely be called a long history.

Meanwhile, at Graves' house,

"So... is Mr. Graves' family so powerful?"

Credence, who had been informed by Queenie about Graves' family history, asked with a surprised expression.

"It's an admirable family, similar to the Auror family."

Because she was worried that Graves was not at home, Queenie, who came to visit Credence, explained in plain language as much as possible: "Since the ancestor Gangdufu Graves, his family has been stationed in the Ministry of Magic for generations. The Law Enforcement Division, every generation. Especially the style and temperament of the business..."

"what?"

Credence asked quietly.

Queenie paused, and then explained: "Strong ability, haughty, unselfish. Like Minister Paximir Graves, a very standard, textbook Graves."

"Sir is a good man," Credence whispered.

"Yes, he is a good person, but sometimes he is really unreasonable." Queenie shrugged her shoulders and said.

Credence was silent.

He didn't want to speak ill of Graves, but because he didn't know, he couldn't argue directly.

"Speaking of which, it is a very strange thing that he can adopt you."

Queenie said casually: "It stands to reason that with his troublesome personality, he should throw you to Tina, or simply find a reliable orphanage... Oh, sorry!"

This natural instigator of intuition immediately covered his mouth with his hands, his expression panicked...

Because, the momentary scream-like fierce protest in Credence's brain made her feel intense sadness and fear all at once.

"Oh God! Sorry, God"

Poor Queenie hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm just giving you an example, no one will send you back to the orphanage, no one, I swear!"

"If you don't want to leave, put away your vulnerable appearance."

Paximir Graves' voice suddenly sounded.

Wearing a black windbreaker, with two long legs, he strode in from the outside: "Credence, I have said many times. No tears are allowed. No man in the Graves family will shed tears."

Credence hiccupped in shock, then flinched subconsciously.

Graves ignored him, just waved his wand blankly, and a line of English letters suddenly appeared in the air.

Credence lowered his head in shame, wiped away his tears with his sleeve in panic, and tried to look over with a strong look.

But when he was sitting on the sofa, he shrank involuntarily, hunched over his chest, and had pitiful eyes. Even if he wiped away his tears, he didn't show any momentum at all. Instead, he looked like a poor vagabond cat.

Pasimir ignored his appearance.

He calmly waved his wand again, with nimble fingers and graceful movements. Under his command, the English letters danced and lined up. The 'team' was neat. Finally, a person's name stopped in midair: Credence Barburn.

Among them, Bairben is the surname of the adoptive mother who abused Credence.

"Huh? My name?" Credence looked at the line of letters in surprise.

Queenie was also a little dazed.

Most of the time, she can perceive the little thoughts in other people's hearts, but she is usually completely powerless when facing some wizards who can control their emotions and are also proficient in Occlumency.

And Graves is such a powerful wizard.

After Credence recognized his name...

Graves calmly waved his wand again, and 'Credence Barburn' suddenly became 'Credence Barburn Graves', or 'Credence Gray Fuss. '.

"You can change your name if you want."

Paximir Graves said in a very calm tone: "Since I adopted you, I will be responsible for you, so don't worry about other things, you are already a member of the Graves family."

Credence looked at him with a tearful look.

Even Queenie had a surprised and moved expression: "Wow, this is really unexpected."

"So, don't worry about anything else."

Graves repeated the sentence, and continued to add steadily: "If you don't like changing your name, you don't have to change it. I won't kick you out."

Credence was both happy and excited.

But what I have to say is that he finally breathed a sigh of relief, only feeling that a big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

"I'm going to change my name," he whispered.

[If I change my name to Graves, does that mean that no matter how stupid I am, I will not be given up? ]

Thinking of this, he nervously tried to show Graves a flattering smile.

"Change it if you want." Graves responded indifferently.

However, the empathetic Queenie subconsciously looked at Credence and then at the minister.

This smart and beautiful girl, at this moment, even without the help of her innate talent for intuition, could feel that there seemed to be some different emotions sprouting between the two of them.

at the same time,

Tony and Steve also received the task notice.

Just as Mr. Graves is going to be in charge of security throughout the process of the 'International Council of Wizards' to ensure the smooth progress of the meeting.

The task the Avengers received was also to maintain security during the convening of the 'International Council of Wizards'.

It's just that the security they maintain is aimed at ordinary people, not the group of wizards in strange costumes.

Galahad from Kingsman, England, looked at the group of 'black households' he was talking about, and showed a helpless smile.

"I promise, they are really trying to disguise."

The agent, who had the style of accompanying an old gentleman, said jokingly: "Look, how correct the swimsuit is, and it is matched with a colorful scarf."

Tony glanced at the bastard British wizard who was wearing a bathing suit on the main road and looked around curiously, turned his head silently, and sighed: "I still like you, Captain! Old-fashioned, but at least Not hot eyes!."

Steve was surprised by his frankness at this moment. After being surprised for a second, he also softened his expression and replied jokingly: "It just so happens that in the field of fashion, I may appreciate you more."

at the same time,

Pooh found another reason to go out for dinner.

His reasoning this time was to celebrate Pyro's entry into the 'Avengers Reserve'.

"Avengers reserve?"

Peter, who had failed to apply for the Avengers, was very surprised: "When did the Avengers have a reserve?"

"You're right if you haven't heard of it, because I just created it."

Pooh said in a very natural tone: "They have their way of playing, and we also have ours."

It can be said so.

But your so-called "Avengers Reserve" has no official background at all, it's like a child's play house!

Peter had nothing to say about that.

Then, he looked helplessly at Harry who was aside, trying to find some empathy.

However, Harry didn't seem to think too much about it.

With a careless expression on his face, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette, squinting his eyes in the smoke, wondering what he was thinking about. In short, he looked completely careless, as if no matter what Pooh did, he didn't Opinion.

Pyro John is not yet used to this fast and weird style of painting.

He felt that the development of this matter was inexplicable. He didn't say that he wanted to stay, and he didn't agree to join this small group. Why did he suddenly have to eat and have dinner together in his own name?

In the end, Flash caught the point: "What shall we eat?"

"Let's go……"

Pooh was about to answer him, but was interrupted by Pyro.

"Wait, I didn't say I would stay and have dinner with you?" John said irritably.

"But you have nowhere else to go!" Pooh blurted out.

"What?" Pyro's expression suddenly became surprised.

Pooh pursed his lips, not wanting to poke his friend's sore feet, but cautiously said: "Didn't you just escape with Flash? There is no place to go for now, you can stay here temporarily. "

Pyro was silent for a while, and had to admit that this was a good choice.

At the time when he voluntarily left Academy X, and now he returned in a disheartened manner, he felt that he wasn't as cheeky as that;

But if he went back to Magneto's poor brotherhood, he would feel ashamed that he hadn't developed;

Today Pooh offers a third option...

"I'm a mutant, and many people are afraid of us."

Even though he was leaning towards the third option, John Pyro reiterated it quite candidly.

And, he pressed the lighter, put a ball of fire on his palm, and turned it back and forth into various shapes for demonstration.

"Some people said... Mutants are dangerous and can harm humans." He whispered, and at the same time, slowly amplified the flames...

A huge and high-temperature flame was burning fiercely in front of Pooh and everyone.

Behind the flames, John raised the corners of his lips, showing the standard middle-aged boy's expression of 'I have been let down by the whole world, and I want to fight against the whole world'.

Then, a mechanical voice sounded abruptly: "The fire fighting system is activated!"

Several mechanical arms protruded from the four corners of the ceiling immediately, spraying out a bunch of fire extinguishing spray.

Directly above John Burning's head...

A robotic arm, carrying a small bucket, splashed cold water on his head.

At the same time, Jarvis' voice sounded steadily in midair.

He reminded politely: "Mr. Stark, please don't play with your friends in the building."

"Sorry, Jarvis." Pooh apologized sheepishly.

He said obediently: "I'm bothering you, Jarvis."

"You're welcome." Jarvis responded with a slightly raised tone.

Consciously making the AI ​​at home happy, Pooh blinked his eyes again, and asked Pyro seriously: "Uh, do you want to continue? We might have to change places, uh...dangerous mutants?"

Burning Man, who is already in a drowned state: ... Isn't what you said really ironic?

On the other side, more and more wizards came to New York.

Captured by the surveillance camera installed by Tony, wizards appeared out of thin air one by one, or flew over on a broom, or drilled out of the fireplace, and some appeared on strange animals...

In just one day, more than 2000 wizards came to New York.

Fortunately, wizards have an infinite extension spell, otherwise, a simple hall would not be enough for them to stand.

But even with the spell, in the end, the people in the hall were densely packed.

"The topics in this issue seem to be very controversial topics!"

The current chairman of the Magical Congress of America, Serafina Piqueri, whispered: "Nation or race? Should the magic community be loyal to its own country, or to the underground magic world around the world? Keep up with the times, No-Maj Does the Rappaport Act, which enforced racial segregation between wizards and wizards, need to be formally repealed? And...should No-Maj be classified as people, or as magical animals?"

Holding the meeting flow chart, she sighed and said, "I have a hunch that this meeting will be extremely noisy."

"They'll be lucky if they don't fight," Graves said, equally disappointing.

In fact, without waiting for the meeting to start, people are already happening.

On the day before the meeting, a few dark wizards played tricks on ordinary people for fun while they were doing nothing.

Ordinary people they caught were hung upside down from trees, or thrown into rivers, and watched as they were submerged.

When you get tired of playing, cast the Oblivion Curse on the opponent.

However, their luck was too bad.

When they made fun of an ordinary Muggle woman, they were directly blasted out by Iron Man.

In a way, Tony is still very grumpy. Once he is irritated, he usually doesn't even give him a chance to speak.

He was in armor, and he was beating up the group, using his warrior talents before they were waving their wands and chanting a spell.

"A man who bullies women is not a good man."

Wearing armor, he gently hugged the ordinary woman.

The lady was terrified and tugged on his iron arm and cried.

Tony, who always seemed a little arrogant and domineering, but the gentleman comforted in a gentle whisper: "Hey, don't be afraid, there is Iron Man, no villain can hurt you! Yeah, laugh quickly, sweetheart! There is a super cool guy in front of you." You are rich and handsome in science, don't let your make-up go down!"

Holding the shield, Steve knocked unconscious a dark wizard who was about to cast a spell. He looked up and just watched this scene.

Listening to Tony's nonsense, he couldn't help curling the corners of his lips.

'There is a kind of magic in Tony, this kind of magic can always make bad things funny. '

As he thought so, he happily put the shield back on his back.

In the next few days, the Avengers came to patrol here regularly in rotation.

But that still hasn't stopped individual terrorists from wreaking havoc.

This long-awaited, large-scale International Wizarding Council is about to be held on the eve.

A pack of swallowtail dogs has rioted and started attacking ordinary humans openly.

When the Avengers were about to rush out and wipe out the dogs...

A witch from the Humanoid Magical Species Conservation Organization hurried over with Newt and asked them to 'handle with care and not harm animals'.

It has to be said that Tony really wanted to quit.

To hell with all those nasty wizards.

"Never take this damn mission next time," he yelled in the Avengers public channel.

"I agree." Hawkeye gritted his teeth and said, "We are the Avengers, not the Dog Fighting Team! Besides, the requirement that you can't shoot dead or wounded is really troublesome."

On the other end, when Pooh was having fun with everyone, Harry's cell phone rang suddenly.

He casually swiped open the screen, his expression slightly startled.

"I'll go out for a while." He hurriedly stood up and said to Pooh.

"Who is looking for you?" Pooh asked unconsciously.

"It's the company's business." Harry said with an excuse.

"Okay, then come back early." Pooh happily kissed him on the forehead, then turned to continue playing poker with Peter.

Harry wasn't lying, it was indeed a company matter.

The founder of Osborn Industries, the green goblin who wanted criminals, and his long-lost father——Norman Osborn, just came back so suddenly, sent a text message asking him to appear, and then suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Why did you come back?" Harry asked blankly.

"Miss me, son?" Norman asked with a smile.

Harry pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer him.

If you say you don't want to, you're lying.

Perhaps, others think that the Green Goblin is crazy and thinks he is a criminal villain.

But in fact, in Harry's heart, that was always his real father.

Harry said with a long sigh, "You go, Dad."

He hesitated for a few seconds, and added: "Be careful of being caught by the police."

"You're still so cowardly and useless, Harry! But no matter who it is, there is no reason to arrest me." Norman said proudly.

Harry thought for a while, "Oh!"

Is that all your reaction?

Norman was speechless.

But he still persisted, reluctantly, and continued to show off: "Have you heard of the military amnesty?"

Harry replied honestly, "I haven't heard of it."

Norman: "..."

who is it?who is it?Who brought my son down?

What did the little Stark bastards teach you!asshole.