[Comprehensive British and American] SpiderGirl

After a brief silence, Ron asked a little embarrassedly: "Who is Thor?"

"..."

Thank him for not directly asking what Thor is, saving some face.

"Sounds like a character from a fairy tale." Harry thought for a while.

"Wait, so you wizards know Hydra, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers, but you don't know Thor?" Petra stroked his forehead, "Isn't there anyone who cares about the New York War except the United States?"

"Honestly?" Harry paused, "I was busy trying to stop some dark wizard from screwing up my final exam...I heard about it in the news later."

The red-haired boy spread his hands, implying that the wizard's family does not have a TV, let alone the Internet.Sirius stared slightly, shook the pumpkin juice, and suddenly said, "I've heard of it."

Several people were a little surprised, and Strange even raised his eyebrows: "I thought Merlin was the only one in your bedtime stories."

"1000 years ago, the frost giants attacked Norway..." the wizard muttered.

"That's right, the people of Asgard defeated them and drove them back to Jotunheim." Strange nodded, "That happened a long time ago, because it was not recorded in the official history, and most people on Earth don't know Such a thing."

Harry turned her head.Sirius smiled faintly, and continued: "At that time Hogwarts had not yet been established, and the four founders traveled abroad, and they also participated in the Norwegian War directly or indirectly... There are not many records, I only heard about them A few times, when I was young."

"Well, it was Odin, the father of the gods, who led the army at that time."

"They?" Petra subconsciously asked, seeing that the other party didn't mean to explain, she quickly covered her mouth.

Harry thought about it.Of course she knew who the "they" Sirius was referring to were those old portraits in Grimmauld Square that were hundreds of years old. Even if the events thousands of years ago were not recorded on the parchment, they were still very likely to be read by everyone. Generations of Blake passed word of mouth.Which ancient pure-blood family has no secrets?

She couldn't help but move her chair forward a little: "So, all the Nordic myths are actually true?"

"So, he is really a god..." Petra lost her thoughts for a moment.

It's not that she doesn't know, it's just that it's hard to realize it.It has been a month since Sol moved to Queens as a neighbor. On weekdays, he is about the same as any ordinary person who can't do housework and likes to play video games and watch football games-of course, he is a little more handsome than ordinary people-more like A kid from a rich family who doesn't know the sufferings of the world, went to the slums to experience life.

Petra suffocated at the thought of him trying to exchange Asgardian gold for the bank.

Of course, she knew very well that he was a superhero and an avenger, but she often forgot that he was the god of so-and-so. With the title of "god", it was not just that he lived longer.

Strange snorted lightly, "Young man from a rich family? That's quite fitting."

So I said it out!

Petra snapped back to her senses, coughed a few times, and reminded them: "Well, it's better not to talk too far... Although Sol is very powerful, it seems that he doesn't know much about magic, maybe he is not as good as him. How much do you know, brother?"

Strange turned his gaze.

"You said you knew him." He said doubtfully, "He is still on Earth? So, you know his recent situation?"

Petra nodded.

Strange was silent for a while: "I don't know what you think, but, kid, if you decide to wear a mask to make your debut, you can't go around saying this to others."

"Of course, I said it because of you guys." Petra scratched her cheeks and smiled, "Although I don't have any special abilities, and I don't know anything about magic, dark wizards or hydra... But if you can, I'd love to help too."

"It would be even more helpful if you knew Tony Stark." The doctor said slowly.

"Um……"

She kind of wanted to say, I really know each other.But to be on the safe side, she decided to keep her mouth shut.

"Actually, it doesn't matter. We can contact them directly." Harry said hastily. "Actually, I originally planned to go to the US Ministry of Magic first. They are the most likely to get news of the entry of foreign wizards. The technological capabilities of Muggles It may not be possible to detect..."

Speaking of which, she stopped to look at Sirius, shrugged: "Otherwise we wouldn't be able to sneak into the customs so easily, right?"

"Then do you have a place to live now?" Petra asked with concern.

"Oh, you asked the right person," Ron interjected.He quietly pointed to the wizard on the opposite side, "You may not believe it, but that's right—this is also the 'rich boy' you mentioned. And she—"

He pointed to his friend again: "Another rich second generation."

Petra nodded thoughtfully: "What about you?"

Ron took a deep breath, exhaled, covered his face: "Don't mention it."

Surrounded by rich people, but I am a poor mood!

"...I understand." Petra patted his shoulder sympathetically and whispered, "Actually, I do too."

"Since you have money, it will be much easier." Strange seemed relieved, and his tone was much lighter. "Come to the Sanctuary to find me if you have anything to do. If you have nothing to do, please--you can do whatever you want."

He made a gesture of invitation, and as soon as they stood up, they felt a flash in front of them, and they came from the living room to the front of the porch.

"I thought you'd take them in for at least one night," Petra said.

Strange turned to the door with his hands behind his back: "I'm sorry, I'm short on money."

The night wind that passed through the hall blew the cloak on his shoulders, making his back appear lonely and bleak.

No money, it is fatal.

"..."

After leaving the sanctuary, Ron fiddled with his hands, and finally used the extinguisher to restore the street lights on the nearby streets.As soon as Sirius went out, he turned back into the big black dog, flicking his tail and following Harry lightly, startling Petra.

"Don't be afraid, this is an Animagus." Harry stopped and looked around, and after confirming that there were no monitors, he was relieved and explained to her, "You should also be able to guess the pronunciation of this word, yes An ability to transform oneself into an animal that cannot be detected without special spells."

"No wonder you were able to enter the country but were not found!" Petra suddenly realized, "Then other dark wizards also—"

Harry shook his head: "It's not that easy."

"That's right, there are only seven registered Animagus in the whole of the UK, counting illegal Animagus, there can't be many." Ron stuffed the extinguisher into his robe, turned around and said , "I'd rather believe they smuggled in via Portkeys or the Floo Network."

"It's hard to say. The Ministry of Magic has always been very strict on borders. I heard that many Muggle-born wizards will choose ordinary means of transportation when traveling, and it is more convenient to mix with the Muggle crowd." Harry frowned slightly, and said, " However, it is not ruled out that there are people in the Ministry of Magic who should be insiders..."

"It's very possible that Hydra is best at lurking." Petra felt a little palpitated, "Then if these wizards broke into us ordinary people, wouldn't it be troublesome? Even the police can't resist magic Bar?"

"With the army here, they won't attack so quickly for the time being." Harry was still optimistic, and comforted her in turn, "You know, no matter how powerful magic is, it's just a physical body, and it's still far behind gods— — Ordinary bullets can kill them, let alone missiles and nuclear weapons. Your American defense force is still very good, right?"

"Yeah, I think we're dangerous too." Ron sighed.

Harry glanced at him: "So I said, you shouldn't come here."

"Okay, come on, stop talking nonsense." Ron said nonchalantly, "Just because of the danger, we can't let you run around alone, okay? Listen to them talking nonsense about the savior, you Don't really believe it."

Harry waved his hand impatiently, interrupted him, but turned to Petra and asked, "Where do you live? It's not safe outside so late, shall we accompany you back?"

"Hmm..." Petra thought for a while and said, "Although I just said that I am an ordinary person, in fact, I am not just an 'ordinary person'."

She stretched out her hand, and the web shot out of the dispenser and went straight overhead.With a tug, she got up and leaped, somersaulted in the air and landed on the roof.

"Wow... oh!" Ron's mouth opened into an O shape.

"That's it." Petra waved to them from the eaves. "I'm leaving!—ah, yes, by the way. If you want to be less conspicuous, Mr. Weasley, you'd better It would be better to change this... strange robe? Ordinary people would not wear such clothes."

"Strange? What's so strange!"

"It's really weird," Harry nodded firmly, "all Muggle men wear trousers."

Petra swayed all the way back to Queens.It went very well, she is now much more proficient in using spider silk, and she got rid of the embarrassment of often bumping into walls or falling from mid-air in the first few days.

She jumped down from the roof, opened the window carefully, and climbed into the room.At this point in time, Aunt Mei must have fallen asleep.She didn't want to disturb her, and hurriedly changed her clothes back, when she heard the phone in the living room rang.

Petra rushed out to pick up the phone, and faintly heard a movement in May's room, and at the same time, her door opened.Mei poked her head out sleepily: "Who is calling so late? ——Oh my god, when did you come back?"

Petra nodded to her, returning her attention to the phone: "Hi, this is Parker...Mr. Stark?!"

"Shh, don't be so loud." The man opposite seemed to sigh, and said helplessly, "Aren't you afraid of being complained by your neighbors? Or is the sound insulation on your side so good?"

"Sorry... what can you do?" Petra quickly lowered her voice.

"I heard from Friday that you went on an 'expedition' and never came home, is that true?"

"I, no, it's just that I was delayed on the way..."

"Really?" Tony asked suspiciously, "Did you meet anyone on the road?"

"No, of course not."

"Friday said you—"

"Oh, oh, are you talking about the wanted man?" Petra began to evade his words, trying to get away with it. "I looked around casually when I passed by, but no matter how I think about it, it is impossible to meet him, isn't it? Then I will Back home, really!"

Tony rubbed his forehead: "Anyway, I'm relieved to confirm that you're home. Go home early and don't run around, you know? New York is not as safe as you think, let alone your age...Young and Cute girls are the most likely to be targeted by bad guys, and when something happens, we have to be responsible."

"Oh……"

Hearing her reluctance, Tony changed to a more serious tone: "Be obedient, or I will deduct your salary."

"I see!" Petra assured him. "I'll be home by nine—no, ten."

Tony on the other side of the phone couldn't help raising his eyebrows, ten o'clock?Forget it, it is not easy to expect a restless adolescent child to be obedient, so the requirements should not be too high.

He ended the call, and when he looked up, he saw a vision floating out from the other side of the room.

"...How many times have I said that." Tony rubbed his forehead.

"Sorry, sir." Vision stopped hesitantly, with an apologetic expression on his face - it looked very real, but everyone knew how many times he had been taught repeatedly, "I seem to have heard you mention the wanted criminal .Did something happen today?"

"The remnants of Hydra, or mercenaries...whatever, it is said that they ran to New York." Tony curled his lips, feeling quite a headache, "It is said to be more difficult to deal with than the Winter Soldier. I am busy again, a bus Ernsdu let us look for it for two years."

"The Winter Soldier is abroad, so it's not so easy to find." Vision said solemnly, "But if it's in New York, the monitors didn't find anything...something is wrong."

"Something is wrong." Tony said, "It's nothing unusual, superpowers can be wholesaled now-have you been online recently?"

"Yes, I'm watching a university physics professor's online teaching." Vision replied.

"Have you ever been on YouTube?" Tony clicked on his phone and projected the video onto the wall, "Look at this video, the latest little Internet celebrity—what did they call him? Spider-Man?"

Vision took a look.

"Him?" he asked hesitantly. "Not questioning, sir, but 'he' looked—"

"Still a kid, I know." Tony interrupted casually, putting away the stereo projector and phone. "That's why I said, it's all messed up now."

Demi handed over the water glass at the right time, he thanked him, and took a sip.

"What are the kids thinking now?" Tony couldn't help complaining, "Can't they go home and do their homework in peace? One or two run out to be heroes? ——Friday, you can check his Identity?"

A moment of silence.

Friday replied: "I'm sorry, no testing available."

Tony looked back at Vision, frowning slightly: "Can't detect? What can't be detected? Body shape, height data? Facial recognition? Impossible, this baby spider just put on a pajamas and ran out to play... How is it possible? Can't collect data? This video should be clear enough, I think."

"Boss, I'm sorry."