Humanoids on the way to upgrade [Comprehensive British and American]

The oven seemed to be broken, and Zoe couldn't turn it on after several attempts.She looked left and right, knocked on the casing of the oven while no one was paying attention, and whispered, "It's back to normal."

With a soft ding, the oven light came on.

When Laura walked into the kitchen to bring out the freshly made cookies, Zoe said to her annoyedly: "This oven really needs to be replaced, I have read it to it no less than ten times when I baked bread in the past two days. I'm guessing something is wrong with the circuit board, maybe the wires are old."

"Circuit boards? Wires?" Laura repeated blankly, and it took her a while to say, as if from a dream, "Yes, I remember what it was. I said it in Muggle Studies class."

Zooey looked at her suspiciously.

It's the second day after the bakery reopens after a change of owner, and Lola has caused quite a bit of trouble.Either she forgot how to use the electronic scale or where she put the newly bought honey.

"When I was in the magic school in France, the scales were automatic!" Laura said angrily. "Why should I remember where the honey is? I could have summoned it with the Flying Charm. You Notice how those No-Majs look at me when I use the digital scale? It’s like I’m a mentally handicapped escape from a mental hospital!"

"But we are running a Muggle... No-Maj bakery." Zoe said helplessly, "We make too few types of bread. I have to prepare for university courses, and the school will start in another month. There is no Time to come and work here. Plus I have my own potion business to take care of, and the time I can come to work is very limited, so you'd better hire a new baker."

Laura said deflatedly, "Okay."

Zoe's mother is a pastry chef, and she once worked as an apprentice in this bakery, but she is an ordinary person without magic and does not know the secrets of the bakery.If it wasn't for her mother's connection with this bakery, Zoe would not have accepted Laura's offer to make bread and desserts. After all, she was really busy.

Zoe's baking skills were taught by her mother, who in turn learned from Lola's father, the former owner and baker of the shop.Zoe loves baking very much, and she likes the smell of sweet cream mixed with sugar and wheat flour in the bakery.

It was getting dark, and it was time for the bakery to close.Laura was chatting with Zoe while counting today's earnings.

"You seem to be very good at potions?" Laura said. "It's remarkable, there are fewer and fewer good potion makers these days."

"Yes, large-scale magic hospitals are all made in workshops, and there are many workers working together. After all, the potion market has always been in short supply, and the supply exceeds demand." Zoe said, "Compared potions cannot be mass-produced. It is this type of potion that I prefer—the buyer places an order with me, and then I make it according to the demand."

"Amazing!" Laura exclaimed, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," said Zoe.

"I heard that you dropped out of Hogwarts. May I ask why? You are so talented." Laura said.

Zoe combed her hair behind her ears and said, "My parents died in a plane crash. My aunt wanted to bring me from England to the United States to live with her, and then I dropped out of school."

"I'm sorry. Your mother was a good person..." Laura said regretfully and softly. "I saw her several times when I was a child, and I remember the taste of her orange pie - she always put mint in the filling." ,Is it right?"

"Yes!" Zooey raised the corners of her lips and smiled slightly.

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Harry Osborn sat in the car, looking through the glass at the brightly lit tall buildings in the distance.

New York is bustling and lively day and night, and people living in this city are always busy.However, every city has two parts above ground and underground. The above ground part is tall and tall, while the underground part is dirty and dirty.Some people are born to live in the sun, but some people can only hide in the sewer like a mouse looking for debris to survive.

"Is that her?" the young chairman of the Osborne Group asked in a low voice.

He was wearing a suit and a tie with dark blue stripes, his hair was carefully combed, and his voice was soft and calm when he spoke.

"Yes." The beautiful and capable secretary replied.

"Wait here for me." Harry Osborn opened the car door and ordered.

The bell on the store door jingled, but Laura didn't look up, "Sorry, we're closed."

"I won't waste a lot of your time." The visitor went straight to the counter.

Zooey looked at the guest sensitively. He was wearing a neat suit. He didn't look like he was here to buy bread, but he seemed to be rushing to a certain banquet.

"I'm here to find someone." Harry Osborn turned his gaze to the red-haired girl, and he clearly called out her name, "Miss Zoe Fox."

"I don't think we know each other." Zooey frowned subconsciously.

"We know each other. Or, I know you." Harry smiled decently and naturally, "My name is Harry Osborn, I think you should know me."

"Harry?" she whispered.

Inevitably Zoe noticed his name, and then she saw that this young Mr. Osborne had nice green eyes too.

Unlike Harry Potter, Zoe's good friend for many years, this "Harry" is obviously more mature, more powerful, and has more power in his hands.

Laura was confused, "Wait, do you know each other?"

Harry smiled slightly, "Miss Fox's father used to work in the Osborne Group, and I met her once at a banquet when I was a child."

Meet?Zoe looked through her childhood memories, and indeed found such a past event in the sea of ​​blurred memories.

Her father is a scientist who once worked in the Osborne Group. His research direction is genetic engineering. He is doing research and giving lectures every day, and his life is very busy.But then Zoe's father resigned from the Osborne Group and moved to the UK with his wife and daughter.

"Is there anything you want from me, Mr. Osborne." Zoe asked.

"I wish I could have a private chat with you," said Harry.

"Lola..." Zooey looked at her boss apologetically.

Laura said empathetically, "Go ahead, I'll clean it up myself."

Harry nodded politely to Laura, then took the initiative to open the store door, asking Zooey to go out first in a very gentlemanly manner.

Zoe saw a pure black commercial vehicle in front of the bakery, with the Osborne Group logo printed on the side of the door.

Harry said, "Shall we sit down and talk?"

Zooey has always been very sensitive to people's emotions. She subconsciously disliked Harry's attitude. He used a questioning tone when he spoke, but his demeanor and demeanor revealed everything beyond doubt.

"Of course." Zooey smiled fakely.

Osborne is one of the top companies in the entire United States. As the chairman of this company, Harry is worth hundreds of billions. Zooey really doesn't understand why he came to this small bakery to find she.

The seats in this luxury car were very comfortable. A female secretary in a professional suit and white gloves sat in the driver's seat, while Zoe and Harry sat in the spacious back seat.

"I always cut to the chase," said Harry. "I'm here for your father, West Fox."

"He has passed away." Zooey's face darkened.

"Yes, I know." Harry said softly, his green eyes staring at Zooey without blinking, "When he left the Osborne Group, he took some more important research materials, which belonged to Osborne Group information, I need this information."

"My father won't take away things that don't belong to him!" Zooey faintly felt angry.

"Yes, I know." Harry said again, "This is his research, so the results should also be his. But he once signed a contract with the Osborne Group, and we allocated funds for him to conduct research, and he The research results belonged to the Osborne Group. Later, he went to the UK for academic exchanges and settled there for several years, but unexpectedly encountered an air crash."

"I don't know much about his research," Zoe said.

"Don't rush to refuse my request, Miss Fox." Harry said in a gentle tone, "I need you to think about it, think about it carefully... Is there any more important portfolio or chip in your father's belongings. "

"Sorry, I don't remember." Zooey said coldly.

"Really..." Harry said softly, his green eyes fixed on Zooey for a few seconds, and then looked away.

"If you think of anything, or have any important discoveries, please be sure to contact me." Harry handed Zoe a business card.

"I will." Zooey stuffed the business card into her pocket without even looking at it.

Harry smiled slightly: "Do you need me to take you home?"

Zooey pushed the car door straight: "Thank you, no need."

Harry Osborn stared at Zooey's back, and only looked away when he saw the dark red hair disappearing around the corner of the street.

"Let's go." Harry said flatly.

The car started, and Harry opened his cuffs, looking at the abnormal green bloodshot densely covering his entire arm, a trace of haze flashed very quickly in his eyes.

"... Aunt, did my father leave any research materials when he passed away?... Cardboard boxes, computers, memory chips, etc.... No? Okay." Zooey hung up the phone depressed, and the thoughts in her mind Doubts kept popping up.

Zoe's understanding of her father is extremely limited. He travels frequently and comes home very late every night.When she was a child, Zoe would try to keep herself from falling asleep and wait for her father to come home. When she heard the sound of her father entering the door, she would immediately get under the covers and pretend to be asleep-if Mr. Fox found her daughter staying up late, he would be very upset. not happy.

Dad would sneak into Zoe's bedroom, tuck her in, and whisper, "Good night, little angel."

He never told Zooey what research he was doing—maybe Mom knew, but she wouldn't tell Zooey.

Zoe has a good memory, and her telepathic ability has brought her super memory. After many years, she still remembers the details of getting along with her parents.

It was as if they were still by her side.

Zooey strolled along the street with her thoughts in mind.The United States is a country where guns are not allowed. There are shootings every day.It is very dangerous for a woman to walk alone in New York at night. Zoe didn't want to cause trouble. She intentionally avoided the dark alleys and a few drunks who were staggering.

However, Zooey wanted to avoid trouble, but trouble came to her.

A robber with stockings on his head came out of a convenience store with a money bag in his hand. He still held a gun in his hand and yelled threateningly: "Get out of here!"

Seeing the robber running in her direction, Zooey not only didn't dodge, but even went straight to meet him.

She raised her leg and kicked the gun off the robber's hand, then turned around and knocked the robber down to the ground with an uppercut.

The robber was still dazed when he fell to the ground with the money bag in his arms. It took a few seconds for him to realize that his mandible seemed to be broken. He twitched and rolled over on the ground, coughing violently, and spat out his bloody teeth.

The convenience store owner chased him out, and his fat body pressed hard on the robber, making him unable to move.

"Hurry up, come on, who will call the police!" The convenience store owner hugged the robber tightly.

Zooey calmly took out the cell phone in her pocket and called 911.

In the darkness where no one was paying attention, Spider-Man Peter crouched on a five-story building, his face under the mask stunned.

Before he could make a move at all, the criminal had already been dealt with.

"This girl is really scary." Spider-Man was terrified.

The author has something to say: Little sojourner: Meow meow?What about the frail girl who needs to be taken care of?There would be no reprisals for smashing down her house, would it? ? ?No, I want to cover up the vest of the sender! !

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This blackened Hanhan feels super super exciting!

I really like Han Han's image.Because there are several movie versions, the images of certain superheroes and supervillains are comprehensively set, and whichever is pleasing to the eye is used.