Everyday life at Midtown High School

Norman Osborn didn't wear the green armor that belonged to the Goblin.

He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a calm expression on his face, as if nothing had happened before. There was no human experiment on people turning into lizards, no sudden onset of genetic diseases, no joint forced palace by shareholders, and no queen who turned into a green goblin. indiscriminate killing...

Harry couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

Even in the early days when Norman became the Green Goblin, the conflicts between the father and son were already fierce, and even fierce quarrels broke out, but blood ties are often difficult to cut off. At least, Harry knew that he would never be able to do so. Really cut ties with his biological father.

"You're still the same, Harry." Norman said, looking at his son with a scrutiny.

His gaze is very sharp, it should not be the gaze of a father looking at his son, but more like an extremely demanding capitalist boss, examining his employees, subordinates and tools in order to find more opportunities and squeeze out his remaining value.

After a moment of silence, Harry replied, "You haven't changed much, Father."

"Yes, so I suggest that we return to the original state and return to everyone." Norman responded coldly and said that even in the face of his own son, his attitude still had a blunt and arrogant meaning.

"Excuse me, what do you mean by everyone?" Harry lowered his head slightly, and asked in a cautious and low voice like the boy who longed for his father's attention many years ago.

"You go to school to study, and I'll work." Norman Osborn replied.

Harry was silent for a while.

Relying on his status as a minor, he inherited tens of billions of enterprises. In the eyes and whispers of countless people saying "he is too young, he can't do it, he should go back to school", he struggled to support, overcome all difficulties, and went through hardships , successfully secured the position of chairman of the company.

Except for Pooh, almost no one knows how much effort he has put in behind the scenes, and how many times he has spent sleepless nights studying and working.

However, when he got used to everything, his 'missing' father suddenly appeared and demanded that they 'get back to their places'.

"……certainly."

After a pause for a few seconds, Harry hid his face in the shadows, and slowly replied: "Of course, father, Osborne Enterprises is yours, and you created it by yourself. However, regarding the crimes against you..."

"Military amnesty," interrupted Norman quickly. "I'm not guilty, Harry."

Prior to this, he was charged with two counts:

One is as the person in charge of Osborne Enterprises, selling illegal drugs and conducting human experiments in private.But at that time, he had already cunningly pushed the main charges on Dr. Conners, so that the charges against him were not serious;

The second charge was murder.

When he had a genetic disease and was about to be kicked out of Osborne by shareholders, he took a human body strengthening agent that had not been carefully tested and became the Green Goblin.After that, he shot and killed many of Osborne's shareholders, as well as some people who had opposed him, and created some turmoil that threatened social stability.

But just like the first charge, so far no one has obtained conclusive evidence of 'Green Goblin = Norman Osborn'.

Everyone in the know knows that Norman is the Green Goblin.

But due to various reasons, his identity has not been exposed.

The masses have always been gullible.

When he has enough leverage, public opinion can be rebuilt.

Harry had no idea what deal Norman had made with the US military.

The only thing he can be sure of now is that his father is back.

Moreover, he came back unchanged, as always dissatisfied with himself, as always ambitious, as always ignorant of what he was planning...

He was inexplicably lost and didn't feel very happy. Instead, he wanted to go back to Pooh even more, even if he would say "my lover is a fool" in his heart every day, he was willing.

"This is good news, Father."

Although the emotional fluctuations in his heart were extremely complicated, Harry still tried his best to pretend to be happy for Norman and said, "I'm glad you're back."

Norman glanced at him, perhaps it was Harry's behavior at this moment that finally reminded him that the boy in front of him was his own son, not some irrelevant person who needed to be guarded against, he finally calmed down a little, and his tone was gentle Bit by bit: "Actually, you've done pretty well while I've been away, Harry."

When he was at school, Harry desperately wanted to hear his father's words of praise.

But now that he is really praised, he no longer feels as urgent as before.

"Thank you."

He responded dryly.

But Norman Osborn has never paid much attention to his son's psychological changes. He has always believed that this son is indecisive, sensitive and sentimental, and is too much like his fragile mother, not himself.

Therefore, he directly ignored Harry's occasional depression and even subtle changes in his tone.

"You can break up with that Stark brat," Norman said.

"What?" Harry looked at him in surprise.

"When I was away, you found such a boyfriend, which really helped you secure your position as the chairman of Osborne. I know that Tony Stark helped you several times for his son's sake. very good."

Norman Osborn analyzed it from a very utilitarian perspective, and said as a matter of course: "But I'm back now, Osborn is not much worse than Stark, he is useless to you, Harry."

Harry's face was a little pale: "I didn't use Pooh, I like..."

"Come on!" Norman said in a nonchalant tone: "What solid love can there be between two underage children? You still have a long life..."

He paused for a while, and said in a earnest tone that belonged to an elder: "Believe me, one day in the future, you will meet someone who makes your heart beat even more. As for that kid from the Stark family, apart from that Apart from his face, other places are almost useless. Even if you don't break up now, as time goes by, one day, you will still get tired of his ignorance and shallowness..."

"Then wait until that day," interrupted Harry.

"What did you say?" Norman looked at him in surprise.

"I said, wait until the day I get tired." Harry's face was still pale, but his tone was firm.

Then, he smiled at his father, and said calmly: "I suspect that you probably can't see it, because Pooh is neither ignorant nor superficial, on the contrary, he is smart and eager to learn."

"Harry Osborn, do you know what you're doing?"

Norman accentuated his tone.

"Forgive me, Father." Harry suddenly laughed: "I tried to think in your way, really."

He said gently and sincerely: "It's too difficult to find some flaws in him! You see, he is good-looking and good at talking sweetly. He has a lot of fun in his daily life. Although his temper is a bit too noisy, But it won't be annoying. Of course, the most important thing is... As soon as I see him, I want to get rid of his dad completely, get close to him, trick him into a hotel, open a room, and then use my whole body Work hard all day."

Norman Osborn: ...

Although Harry Osborn's confession was very sincere (it wasn't).

But Norman has always been a stubborn and self-willed man, especially after he became the Green Goblin, his declining moral bottom line made him unreasonable to the extreme.As for Harry, his own son, in a way, he really couldn't resist his father's dictatorship, so he was forced by Norman to take him back to the Osborne's villa.

"As Osborn, but ran to attach to Stark, you really shame me, Harry." Norman accused angrily.

"I live with my boyfriend, why are you ashamed?" Harry replied with a surprised expression.

Some things, as long as you only need to do it once, the follow-up will become much easier.

Probably because of being infected by Pooh, Harry, who had always been tolerant of his father with a bit of expectation and awe, began to talk back uncontrollably after the first resistance.

"I understand. If you are worried that I will eat soft meals, I can pay them more for food and accommodation."

He pretended to be understanding and said.

Norman was indeed on the verge of getting pissed off.

What was the bastard talking about?If you lose a son, do you still have to give money back?

At the same time, the scene of the International Wizarding Council was very hot.

As predicted by Serafina Picquery, the current chairman of the Magical Congress of America, and Paximir Graves, the Minister of Security, the wizards really quarreled over those controversial issues.

According to their respective positions and interests, they were divided into several small groups.

When one group speaks, the other group that opposes it will hiss loudly. The wizards are childish like bad boys in school, making obscene and insulting people, and the witches wave their wands without any hesitation. Shout out weakly.

If it weren't for the desperate efforts of the leaders of various countries to stop it, maybe the quarrel would really turn into a fight.

Newt, who was participating for the first time, watched all this dumbfounded, holding the thick stack of "[-] Reasons Why Muggles Shouldn't Be Classified as Fantastic Beasts" carefully prepared by himself, and fell into confusion.

"When do you think the fight will start?" Chairman Piqueri gently asked his Minister of Security with his head turned sideways.

"The next day." Paximir Graves lightly stroked the wand in his palm, guessing.

Unfortunately, Pasimir guessed wrong.

In the afternoon, the group of wizards fought uncontrollably.

Newt hastily dodged a petrifying spell from nowhere.

Holding his suitcase and speech, he asked with a broken face, "Minister Graves, aren't we here for a meeting?"

"Yes, after the fight, we can start the meeting." Graves replied while quickly dodging a spell.

He handsomely lifted up the hem of his clothes, jumped onto the table, swung his wand in a posture of vigorously shaking Indian pancakes, and accurately shot a bright spell at the wizard who attacked him just now, retaliation.