The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

Iron Man is still running around, and he has indeed destroyed many terrorist organizations and criminal groups.

But he seemed to have no direction for Daniel's disappearance. He looked like a cat with a mess of wool balls. He couldn't find any clues, only knew to run around, scratch and scratch.

So one day, Moriarty held the white Samoyed, held up its two little paws, and said solemnly: "Look, your eyesight is getting worse and worse, and the new lover you found is so stupid, it's so stupid." He's insulting me. He lost you, but I can't find a clue until now."

However, the Samoyed's facial expression is always a bewildered smile, a posture of "Let your wisdom be as deep as the sea, and I will smile quietly".

Moriarty, apparently less interested in animals than in people, soon got bored and put 'it' aside.

outside the house,

The group of wizards drawn from the Death Eaters did watch over the 'prisoners' in the house loyally, but most of the time, they silently lamented the 'small movie' on the smashed computer ' and 'game'.

If someone knew that this group of Death Eater wizards who were born in the wizarding aristocracy, who once tried to eliminate Muggles all over the world, were finally conquered by Muggle games and "mini-movies", what would their BOSS Voldemort think?

(Voldemort throws the blame: This is probably the root cause of my coup failure.)

Fortunately, Moriarty never bothered to deal with idiots, and he didn't look like he would sue them.

This group of silly wizards still maintain the cognition of 'I am extremely dedicated and serious'.

However, when Moriarty left the room, the Samoyed puppy immediately spread its four legs, crawled onto the bed with difficulty, and scratched its paws against the wall next to it.

The phantom that Chang Zishu and Zishu were like brothers came through the wall.

He tilted his head in confusion and asked, "Aren't we leaving yet?"

Samoyed calmly licked the fur of his paw, calmly commanded Vision to pour a glass of water for 'it'; then commanded Vision to bring 'it' to his mouth, stretched out his tongue to lick a few mouthfuls; continued to command Vision to take a glass of water for 'it'; Pick up the comb, comb his hair...

Vision silently floated around the room, doing his duty.

Occasionally, in the gaps, he would recall that when he left the Avengers Building, Tony, one of his "creators", once said to him in a very solemn tone: "I want to give you a Very important task..."

'A very important mission...important mission...mission...'

Vision sighed: Humans are really hard to understand!Jarvis is right, though, Samoyeds are adorable.

Then, although his face was expressionless, he turned around with sparkling eyes and continued to scratch Samoyed's belly.

The group of 'elite wizards' drawn from the Death Eaters carefully arranged a circle around the house, another circle of magic warnings, as long as a 'wizard' came, the warnings would definitely call the police immediately.

They stood firmly at the door, carrying out the task of 'watching' seriously: We are the 'elite' among the Death Eaters.

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The preparations for the 'Shi Yi Hui' are proceeding in an orderly manner.

Nick Fury, the black one-eyed director, is an extraordinary leader. He has an unparalleled strategic brain, allowing him to control the overall situation, plan things in an orderly manner, and everything is moving in the direction he planned.

Compared with him, Captain America's talents in this area are slightly inferior. This World War II veteran is also a powerful leader, but the place where he can display his talents is more suitable for the battlefield, not these intriguing political occasions. .

But even so, his status is also indispensable.

Nick Fury will occasionally go astray, but this lifelong veteran of justice and freedom has always stood firm. He may not know how to deal with politicians, but he can always say yes at the right time and be firm at the wrong time. say no.

The meeting place chosen by the UN Security Council is Vienna.

This will be a first-ever, very special UN meeting.

The Avengers were the first to arrive at the hotel where the attendees were staying.

It wasn't until the next day that the second batch of participants arrived. The clothes of this team were very retro. The most iconic thing was that the men were all dressed in black robes and held a small wooden stick in their hands. They looked like some religious people.

But the behavior of the black gray-eyed man at the head was very out of the ordinary.

When he saw Natasha and Clint just passing by, he ran over happily, put his arm on their shoulders from behind, and greeted warmly: "Hi, I didn't expect you to arrive so early , is my brother here?"

Natasha resisted the urge to throw people away, and turned her head to smile at Sirius Black: "I'm sorry, Daniel is not here."

Sirius curled his lips: "Then what about the little guy my brother likes?"

Hearing this complaint, Clint covered his mouth and almost laughed out loud.

Natasha shrugged helplessly: "Sorry, he's not here either."

Sirius couldn't help asking suspiciously: "It's this time, are they still fooling around in bed?"

Natasha watched him silently, with only one sentence in her head, 'This is really a brother! '

In the end, Sirius himself was also embarrassed for a second, after all, it was a bit embarrassing to say such a thing to a beautiful lady.

He smirked twice, and said vaguely apologetically, "Haha, I mean, are they dating or playing together?"

Natasha sighed, and said with a little embarrassment: "This matter is a bit complicated, why don't you go to our place to have a talk after checking in? The room number is XXXXX"

The smile on Sirius' face faded immediately, and he looked at the two carefully, his expression much more serious.

At this moment, Lupine happened to beckon to him, as if he had something to discuss.He frowned, turned and walked over, turned his head and waved at them and said, "I'll go find you later."

In the afternoon, mutants also came.

This time, Charles's appearance is cool, because he is sitting in a wheelchair and floating in steadily out of thin air.

Behind the wheelchair, followed a tall man with a very indifferent expression, his palms slightly upward.But the X-Men seemed to be very afraid of him. They not only kept a certain distance from him, but subconsciously did not dare to stay too far away. They kept a cautious attitude from beginning to end, and kept staring at him.

Then came the werewolves.

It's a pity that this group of wolves and others, very careless rough guys, was stopped by the hotel waiter: "Sir, I'm sorry, we don't allow pet dogs here."

The werewolves said angrily: "That's a wolf, not a pet dog."

The waiter answered kindly: "Okay, sir, we don't allow wolves to stay in our hotel."

The werewolves were even angrier.

They huffed and gathered around, not intending to fight.

After all, everyone in the 21st century is a civilized wolf, and everything must be reasonable.

So, they surrounded the waiter and began to reason. They spit and reasoned (snarled): "Why, this is discrimination! Wolves are so cute, how can you discriminate against wolves?"

"Did you know that wolves are national second-class protected animals! Especially wild wolves, very precious! Very precious!"

"It costs fifty dollars to go to the zoo! Fifty dollars! This time it's free, we don't want your money!!!"

"You let us in, and we promise not to shed hair, can't we?"

"Hey, don't pretend to be stupid, we have endured the humiliation so much, can't we? You can't even say that you have lost your hair!!!"

The waiter was already there with a dumbfounded look on his face.

Fortunately, a black man came over in a hurry.

He took out the check book, signed out a very large amount, enough to renovate the hotel, and handed it over to the manager of the hotel to settle the matter.

The werewolves cheered in unison, and let go of the waitress who fled in a hurry.

Then, they informally took turns giving the man who offered a helping hand a warm hug, and several kisses.

A few giant wolves that hadn't turned into humans still wanted to pounce on him, and gave the black man a friendly expression of "washing his face with his tongue".

They said enthusiastically: "Young man, you are our good friend! Remember to ask us for help if you need anything! If you fancy that female wolf, don't be shy, just talk, we will introduce you to you!"

While T'Challa desperately pushed the head of a wolf that was persistently pounced on him, he tried hard to maintain a calm kingly demeanor.

He said with difficulty: "No, I am one of the hosts of this meeting. So, these are what I should do."

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In the middle of the night, the vampires also arrived.

Although these nocturnal creatures are unparalleled in beauty, in the words of the werewolves, they are "all of them seem to have too much night life, too high, pale faces, dark circles under the eyes, and expressions that seem to be excessively indulgent for many years."

But even so, such a group of handsome men and beauties walked into the hotel in a decadent and gloomy group, which really attracted people's attention.

However, when the waiter handed out the breakfast rolls from the buffet, troubles arose.

These vampires are not a vegetarian race.

So, their leader, or team leader said: "We don't want breakfast rolls, can you change them for us tomorrow morning..."

He lowered his head to estimate the number of people, and made a sincere and precise request: "Seven healthy people who are willing to donate blood come here. The healthy ones I'm talking about are those with an international health travel certificate and a small red book. More authoritative and credible, quality assurance."

The waiter shook his head in confusion: "Uh...we don't provide this kind of service."

"We can pay tips." The vampire boss continued to say sincerely: "Really! If your service can be more considerate, I hope that among the seven people, there are three women, three men, and it doesn't matter if there is one man and woman, but Need to be 30 years old. In return, we can give them the choice, teeth or syringes..."

The waiter shook his head desperately: "No, no, there is no such service..."

"If you meet our criteria, I'll tweet your hotel about it."

This polite vampire was very serious, and said earnestly: "My Twitter account has a lot of fans, and many advertisers approached me, but I have never agreed. This time, I will give you a good opportunity. Pass by, don't miss it..."

Holding his mobile phone, he flashed his Twitter account: 'Count Vampire J'.

Below are all kinds of fancy selfies, and a group of people below: "Ahhh, Earl is so handsome! Lick, lick, lick!"

The waiter said in horror: Call someone quickly, there are too many neuropathy, I can't handle it.

As a result, T'Challa, who was in charge of the reception of the conference, was woken up from the bed again in the middle of the night and asked to solve the problem.

This black prince, who has always understood righteousness and was rational and calm, has been completely given a headache by these endless and colorful aliens.

He said bluntly, "The blood of ten lions."

"We are not a vegetarian race, how can you do this?"

"Eight heads!"

"Protest, protest, protest UN discrimination against minorities! We want to march, we want to demonstrate!"

"Six heads!"

"No! How can you bully us..."

"Forget it with four heads!"

"No, the minimum is six! OK, OK! That's it! Don't bully us, we also have backers!"

T'Challa:  …