Everyday life at Midtown High School

On the second day after the International Wizarding Council was held, the group of wizards finally started to discuss real issues.

The stack of speeches that Newt had carefully prepared finally came into play.

He was a little shy at first, but he still summoned up the courage to speak seriously: "Ordinary human beings should not be included in the ranks of magical animals, because, like wizards, they belong to advanced organisms and possess flexible thinking activities." ability……"

The opposition slammed their heads on the table and shouted: "They don't know magic!"

"Ordinary humans are also intelligent, and some IQs are even far higher than wizards..."

"They can't do magic!"

"Ordinary human beings have their own civilization and society, and they also have complex emotions and moral concepts..."

"They can't do magic!"

No matter how good the temper is, it will soon be killed by these anger.

Newt bit his lower lip, and couldn't bear it, he raised his voice and shouted: "But house-elves can also do magic, why don't you admit that they are wizards?"

In the hall, it was quiet.

Paximir Graves couldn't help lowering his head quietly, and put his fist against the corner of his lips to keep himself from laughing out loud.

at the same time,

Outside their meeting hall, Tony was already planning to divert back to the Avengers Building.

"I don't see any danger in this, it's a waste of time. Look, folks, I'm going to keep the scout planes, and if there's anything seriously wrong, I'll be there in time. But if, want to keep making me feel like a Just like a puppy, guarding the gate for these boring wizards, don't even think about it!"

After he said this angrily on the public communication channel, he flew away in the golden-red steel armor.

In the communication channel, there was a moment of silence.

"Although Stark's speech has always been unpleasant."

Hawkeye commented in the call channel: "But this time, I really want to agree with him. The legendary black wizard who wants to destroy comes with two or three kittens, and there is no threat. This mission, from Looking at it now, we hardly have anything to do. Those British guys are really making a fuss, by the way, where are they hiding?"

"Galahad and the others are not hiding. They should have other missions. Also, Clint, what you just said was very unprofessional. Before the mission is over, anything can happen."

Natasha criticized unceremoniously: "You don't want to learn from that playboy Stark, this is not what the agent who took the mission should say, if Coulson finds out about you..."

She paused suddenly, then changed the subject abruptly: "Captain, what do you say?"

"Leave Tony alone, keep on guard."

Steve's voice sounded steadily in the communication channel: "Natasha is right, as long as it is not over, danger may happen at any time. Don't relax, stick to the last two days."

Natasha replied 'Yes, Captain'.

There was no sound from Clint's side, and when the red-haired agent accidentally mentioned the 'dead' person, the archer's side fell into a long silence.

Clint is thinking of Coulson's voice.

Yes, the voice, he is indeed more familiar with the voice than the appearance.

His immediate superior, the man who always gave himself orders through the communication channel.

As a sniper, always in ambush, Clint is used to waiting for a long time, until a clear, calm and rational order rings in his ears: "Shoot, Hawkeye."

crack shot.

He never disappoints.

After Steve finished speaking his order in the communication channel, he didn't say anything more.

He believed in the reliability of the two secret service teammates, so the communication channel returned to calm.

In the silence, he involuntarily raised his head slightly and glanced at the sky...

That dazzling golden-red figure had already flown out of his sight at this moment.

Tony didn't intend to abandon his teammates and run away, although he really didn't have much interest in this task.

When that gentleman-like British man, Galahad, came to seek cooperation, he wanted to refuse, but Steve was too upright, and he only heard the other party say 'protect the people from harm', so he refused Immediately agreed.

In a group, there cannot be two voices.

Tony endured it and did not raise any objections, but he did feel a little dissatisfied.

This is not to say that he does not want to protect the people, nor does it mean that he does not want to cooperate with British secret agents.

Rather, he feels that the Avengers are not fire brigades, and there is no need to grab jobs from the police or the army. As the most powerful combat force on the planet, they should take on targeted tasks instead of doing all the messy jobs. Do.

"I may not really be a good person, completely different from the captain."

He thought troubledly, landed on the roof of the Avengers Building, and walked forward while letting the mechanical arm remove the armor on his body.

Once again, there was a conceptual disagreement with the captain, which made him involuntarily think of the future that Logan had mentioned.

'The Avengers would fall apart and the superheroes would cease to exist. '

"Damn it!" Tony cursed softly.

As Steve said, he, the person who apparently disbelieves Logan the least, is most deeply influenced by what Logan said about the future.

He couldn't help but want to drink a glass of wine to ease his anxiety, but in front of the wine cabinet, he saw Pooh standing there in a daze.

"Hey, kid, you're not of legal drinking age yet," a barely qualified father reminded casually.

"People who have been drunk at the age of thirteen or fourteen, slept on the side of the road, and published newspapers, don't talk to me." Pooh shot back rudely.

He looked at Tony's treasures thoughtfully, as if thinking about what to drink.

"Why do you suddenly want to drink?"

Tony didn't care about being exposed by his son's black history, but walked over calmly and asked with concern.

"Harry and his dad are gone."

Pooh pursed his lips and replied, "I'm a little sad, Tony."

"What? His dad?" Tony asked in surprise.

"Did you not read the news report today?" Pooh asked sideways.

"There's an annoying mission..."

Tony answered, watching his son gently with those big brown eyes.

"Hold on."

He turned his head and snapped his fingers, shouting, "Jarvis."

"Happy to help you, Sir."

The loyal AI was very considerate, and immediately projected several pages of web news out of thin air.

In these headlines, there is a miraculous story about "Norman Osborn is not dead, he disappeared to recuperate from his illness, and now he has recovered and returned to take control of Osborne".

In the eyes of the insiders who know 'Norman=Green Goblin', these news are tantamount to shit.

But Tony knew that with Norman Osborn's character, if he hadn't already got the bargaining chip to stand up, it would be absolutely impossible to appear in front of the public with such a high profile, so...

'Has his previous charges been cleared? ' he thought to himself.

"Oh!" Pooh sighed, "It's not kind to say that, but it would be nice if he didn't come back."

"Harry just left with him?" Tony asked, frowning.

"Yes, yesterday afternoon. When he left, he told me that it was a matter of work."

Pooh replied without energy: "Tony, you know, his dad has always disliked me, and he really doesn't want him to be with me..."

"It's enough that I like you."

Tony interrupted him and said, "That bastard is not worthy of being an elder at all, and besides, I don't like you being together."

"But you never force me to do something I don't want to do. Norman is different. He will force Harry."

Pooh said distressedly: "Of course, I like him too, and I don't want him to be an elder. But the problem is, he is Harry's father. Once he comes back, I'm really not sure what Harry will do? This makes me very troubled. "

"It's nothing to worry about, dear."

It was rare for Tony to come over gently, took the initiative to hug him, and said in a relaxed tone: "If you like him, Dad will find a way to help you get it back. If you don't like him anymore, we can replace him with a new one." , what type do you like?"

"Please, Tony!"

Pooh said depressedly: "I know you want to comfort me, but are you telling the truth? In your heart, can a lover be changed for a new one at will? This is not a piece of clothing, you can change it when it is worn out. New, I have feelings for Harry. Would you just swap out Steve, for example?"

"That's the truth, Pooh. As for Steve, I don't know, before people get married, they can talk about love for many times."

Tony replied rationally: "You have to know that no one, thing, or thing will be with you forever, and the whole world is in motion, so you think that it will not change, and it will still change over time. You see , Playboy Stark can become a superhero Iron Man, what else is impossible?"

"Then if it was a lie, what did you want to say just now?" Pooh asked.

"The lie is that Harry will break up with his biological father for you, never get in touch with each other until death, and then directly marry Stark, and live happily ever after with you, and will never be separated until death." Tony said nonsense. with.

"Harry has always been very filial, it is impossible for him to really sever ties with Norman."

Pooh sighed and said in frustration.

Tony shrugged, his brown eyes looking at him benignly, but said nothing.

"I see, okay!" Pooh took a deep breath, looking frustrated.

Then, grabbing Tony's hand, he begged, "Dad, come on, tell me some more lie!"