[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

According to Aunt Carly, because she was worried about Bruce's mental state, every time he went to New York, she would ask him to call back at least three days to report his safety, and Bruce would do so every time.But this time, since the hurricane hit, Bruce's attitude became very perfunctory. Every time he answered the phone, he said that he was busy, and then hung up the phone in a hurry.

"This time, he didn't answer the phone directly. He only rang twice before the phone was cut off." Aunt Carly exhaled, her face calmed down a little, "What do you think this means?"

At this moment, Claire was standing in the kitchen, holding a magic wand in her right hand, like a conductor at a concert. Tapping the tip of the wand, she commanded the egg to fly into the air and hit the porcelain bowl on the counter. The egg When the shell hit the rim of the bowl, a crack was exposed, and then the whole egg was split in half from the crack, and the egg white and yolk fell out of the shell and flowed into the porcelain bowl accurately.

Claire breathed a sigh of relief. Although she is proficient in cleaning and tidying magic, she is not very proficient in cooking magic. After all, there are not so many ingredients to use in the wild. After returning to Hogwarts, the craftsmanship of the house elves is enough to make her forget England. It is a country of dark cooking.

She was so focused on beating the eggs that Aunt Carly, who was standing in the living room, asked "what does this mean" several times, but was ignored by her, and she focused on the egg whites lying in the bowl And the egg yolk, the eyes are excited and eager, as if watching the college cup at the end of the semester again.

She patted her chest, added oil to herself, then directed the bowl containing the eggs to rise into the air, tilted slightly, and all the egg liquid flowed into the frying pan on the side, and the porcelain bowl fell back on the countertop, changing to a flat bottom The pot rises slowly.

There should be fire here.

Although she doesn't know how to use a liquefaction stove, Claire has a deep research on setting fire. She snapped her fingers confidently, and shook the tip of the wand lightly. wrapped in it.She felt that the fire seemed to be getting bigger, so she took the flame back. Seeing that the shape and size of the fire were similar to the one on the liquefaction stove that Aunt Carly opened earlier, she felt relieved and took the time to read the textbook.

On the other side, Aunt Carly couldn't get a response from Claire for a long time, she turned her head away, but saw the raging flames inside through the frosted glass of the kitchen, she screamed and immediately rushed over with her skirt in hand, opened the door, only Seeing Claire wearing her apron, holding a wand in her right hand and continuously burning the pan that stopped in mid-air, and holding a volume of "Gospel of John" in her left hand, her eyes were fixed on the book, and she was chanting words: "God He loved the world so much that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life!"

Aunt Carly: "..."

Clare heard the sound of the kitchen door, raised her eyes and saw Aunt Carly standing at the door, put away the Gospel of John, and said with a smile, "Aunt Carly, do you want to eat fried eggs too?"

Aunt Carly looked at the frying pan that was burning in the flames. "Fry eggs?"

"Well, yes, according to the recipe, it takes about 3 minutes to fry the eggs, and it will be ready soon." She said, retracted the fire, and controlled the pan to lower slowly.

At this time, the eggs in the pan have been pasted into the same color as the pan.

Aunt Carly folded her arms: "You can't believe in the pan, so let it perish, and you won't live forever."

Claire: "...Obviously the shape of the flames is the same."

Aunt Carly sighed and beckoned to Claire. Claire walked up to her and stretched out her arms. She took off the apron from Claire and tied it on herself, saying, "Go and see it first." Your textbook will be cooked later to teach you."

Claire picked up the "Gospel of John" on the counter, and was about to leave the kitchen in disgrace, when Aunt Carly said behind her, "Come with me to New York this weekend and teach Bruce a lesson." After a pause, he added, "But first we have to buy a new frying pan."

Claire: "..."

She decided to write a letter to the Weasley family in England tonight, asking Molly Weasley for a copy of cooking magic spells and the detailed operation process.

Although Aunt Carly was nominally going to teach Bruce a lesson, she still baked a bag full of apple pies in a newly bought pan and prepared to send them to Bruce.

Bruce's sweet tooth since he was a child is probably the only thing that makes him a reticent physicist.

"However, when will I have to eat so much?" Claire hugged Irina and sat in the back seat of Aunt Carly's Beetle. The bag of apple pie was next to her. The hot apple pie held out his hand.

"Stop it." Aunt Carly said coldly while starting the car, "Not only Bruce's, but also his colleague's."

"Any mine?" Claire blinked into Aunt Carly's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"No," said Aunt Carly gruffly.

Claire sighed, hugged Elena, slumped on the car seat, and said, "I finally understand what the students say, 'the mother on the first day home from vacation is not the same person as the mother on the seventh day ' What does this sentence mean?"

Aunt Carly in the driver's seat frowned.

Claire glanced at her, quickly took out an apple pie from the bag, took a bite by himself, and then threw the rest into Elena's arms. One person and one cat lay on the back seat of the car, enjoying their meal very much.

Aunt Carly snorted when she saw what was happening in the back seat of the car through the rearview mirror.

The car drove out of West Chester Town and onto the road leading to New York. Claire simply lowered the car window, put her hands on the window, and watched the scenery along the road.

In early September, the eastern part of the United States still has a very strong summer atmosphere. The sky is blue and there is no cloud. On both sides of the dark gray road, there are endless bright greens. Vibrant colors everywhere surround the general in all directions.

Aunt Carly turned on the car stereo, and the soothing and pleasant country music was left behind along the way.

However, when the car drove to the urban area of ​​New York, the singing of George Streeter in the car stereo was covered by various car sounds. High-rise buildings tightly surrounded the traffic on the narrow road, and the sidewalks could be seen hurrying between the vehicles. of pedestrians.

Aunt Carly was stuck on the Kennedy Bridge, impatiently waiting, took a cigarette and lighter from her side, and planned to smoke a cigarette and relax.

And Claire in the back seat of the car had quietly eaten two apple pies. She wiped the crumbs from the corners of her mouth, and then looked out of the window, only to find a figure flashing across the suspension beam of the Kennedy Bridge. Claire opened her eyes wide, and saw that the man was wearing a red and blue tights. It seemed that he was still a developing teenager, but she hadn't seen the pattern on the clothes clearly. A man with mechanical wings hanging behind him also flew over from the other side, holding two machine guns in both hands, and started attacking the tumbling man hanging on the swing.

For a while, the sound of machine gun fire overwhelmed the horns of vehicles blocking the bridge, and drilled into the ears one after another.

Aunt Carly's cigarette fell from her fingers. She threw the lighter aside, opened the car door immediately, and said to Claire, "Get out of the car and hide behind the car."

Claire looked blank: "This..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Aunt Carly pulled her down from the back seat of the car. Elena also jumped out, and followed the two of them to hide in the back of the car. Claire opened her eyes wide, looked around, and found that The car owners who were bored and irritable in the car and could only honk their horns jumped out of the car one after another, hid behind the car, and looked up at the sky.

Claire also raised her head, and at this time the winged man had already flown above her head, while the boy in tights who was hunted down by him was swinging and fleeing on the hanging beam like a pendulum.However, the attack of the winged man did not take into account the civilians below. He smashed a lot of glass when he shot at the boy in tights. Although the sound of vehicles and horns had disappeared, screams and children's cries could be heard endlessly.

The boy in the tights seemed to have noticed it too, so he pointed at the bridge and stretched out his right arm. Only then did Claire clearly see a very thin spider thread emanating from his wrist, and the other end of the spider thread, Then he stuck to the head of the bridge. He held the spider thread with both hands, stepped on the bridge railing, and flew towards the head of the bridge with the help of the spider thread, trying to fly away from the Kennedy Bridge.

The Winged Man also noticed his attempt, turned a corner in the air, and wanted to chase after him.

Claire squatted behind the car, raised her head, stared closely at the wings behind the man, and began to whisper the distraction spell.

I saw that the wings behind that person suddenly tilted to the right, bringing him to the right, and Claire's sight also moved to the right. People kept running up and down, left and right, and the boy in tights who had been chased by him also stopped, squatting on the highest bead at the end of the bridge, and also looked at the winged man who was doing acrobatics in mid-air.

The man probably didn't know why his mechanical wings suddenly lost control. After bumping the wings behind him with his elbow in frustration, he pressed the switch tied around his waist, and fell off the wings and fell straight into Harlem. in the river.

Claire let out a breath, and pulled Aunt Carly, who was still about to look into the river, back to the car.

The congested Kennedy Bridge did not become unblocked because of the episode just now. Aunt Carly took out a second cigarette from the cigarette case. This time she successfully lit the cigarette, took a puff, and exhaled the smoke ring: "I didn't expect a When I came to New York, I met Spider-Man."

Claire was stretching out her claws towards the third apple pie, when she heard that, she was stunned: "Spiderman, which one?"

"The one without wings." Aunt Carly said, "The street hero in New York is also a famous little disaster star. It is said that he is still a high school student. There is no class for high school students this weekend, so the part-time superhero went out to save the people of New York. "

However, the rescued New Yorkers next to them returned to the car, looked at the front window shattered by the gun, and honked the car horn again: "Why did Spiderman come here!"

On the other side, the people of New York were touching the dents on their car while making a phone call: "Hello? Is this a BMW 4S shop? I want to make an appointment for body repairs this afternoon. Yes, I just encountered Spider-Man. What? Oh, I'm fine, I'm not hurt, thanks for the concern."

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Claire turned her head and rubbed Elena's head, "Fortunately, I'm not his teacher. My students are very ordinary. Although there seems to be something wrong, at least they won't be messed with by flying around like this." Such a big mess."

She paused, and added: "They are very good."