[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

Phoebe enjoyed a perfect dinner at Wahde's, though she was a little out of sorts during the meal.

Originally, she wanted to follow the clues to see if she could find any clues to this smuggling line: To a young and kind-hearted girl, Wahd might slip up in the chat; The beast came to get some clues.

But this plan was unsuccessful.Stark asked the question to scare the snake away, and took the opportunity to take the candle beast away.

Blame Iron Man!

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In any case, the whereabouts of this candle beast is beyond Phoebe's reach, and she has only one way to report it to the Magic Congress.

Everything is simple for the Magic Council.Phoebe is very familiar with the way Aurors deal with magical animals. When dealing with magical animals that have no special abilities witnessed by Muggles, Aurors usually use magic bags to lock them up on the spot, and then simply and roughly move them in all directions. Throw the Forgetting Curse.

But this method is obviously not applicable to the three big bosses present today and their attendants, especially Stark who has another identity. Does he know the existence of the magic world?Did he already realize something abnormal?Phoebe didn't know, but at the moment she didn't think she needed to know either.

Anyway, the leaders of the wizarding world will always take care of it.

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When leaving, Phoebe and Big T reluctantly bid farewell. The macaw put on a "women, you are so annoying" arrogant look, but in fact carefully described it as "one of the few believable birds in the whole city." ' told Phoebe.

"If you need anything, go to them." Big T jumped on his golden railing, pecking off a few shiny feathers, "Tell them you are the one I am covering. That kid Di Zhai will know Solicit business for gray cats, gray cats don’t have wings, how can he know anything compared to birds.”

Phoebe wanted to laugh a little, but she responded with a straight face.

Wahid sent a housekeeper to take her home.Phoebe got off the car outside the apartment and turned into a side alley after watching the black car leave.There was no light in the alley, and Phoebe moved a few garbage bags out of the way, then raised her wand.

A few seconds later, a backfire-like explosion sounded from the alley.

The visitor was almost slipped by the moss when he landed, but he quickly stabilized his footsteps and brushed off the corner of his robe.

Taylor is a young wizard with a melancholy face. He has a long hooked nose, drooping eyes, and a tight mouth. At first glance, he looks a bit gloomy.Seeing Phoebe, he gave an awkward smile and handed him a small tote bag.

"Aging potion, compound decoction, some optional materials." The adult wizard said quickly, "I also prepared some magic props for self-defense, which the office thinks you will need."

Phoebe made a face.

To say it is a material, it is better to say that it is the hair of some ordinary Muggles. In short, the compound soup is really an anti-wizard design.

"What did Waheed say?" Taylor watched as she put away her things.

"It's a long story. There is no way to find any news from his line." Phoebe shook her head, "I thought it should be that some big wizard in the wizard hooked up with Muggles, because candle beasts are not for everyone. Got it, but it doesn't look like it from the way Wahd feeds the candlebeast. This leads to other issues, what is the overlap between the wizarding world and the Muggle world? Does anyone else have channels to find magical animals?"

"Many people know that magic exists." Taylor said in a deep voice.

He didn't continue talking, meaning he couldn't be sure.

"There's another thing that bothers me." Phoebe said about Stark and Wayne. "Does he know?"

"Whether he knows it or not, S.H.I.E.L.D. has been prying into the secrets of the wizarding world." Taylor said bluntly, "And the No-Maj government is much smarter. They both accepted the false identity of the Magic Council-'supernatural things' , and don’t release the complete news, because the No-Maj government knows they can’t fully control S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers.”

"Sounds very different from the UK."

"The British Ministry of Magic likes to cooperate with the No-Maj government." There was a bit of disapproval in Taylor's voice. "Last month, the Death Eaters blew up a bridge and killed many No-Maj. Holmes will not let Fudge go. Now Fudge Downfall, Rufus Scrimgeour took over as Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour is not a fool compared to Fudge, but he thinks very highly of himself, and was forced by Holmes to retreat, thinking he got a bargain."

"Okay, so there is no connection between the Magic Congress and the Avengers. That's too bad, I think Mr. Stark may be a little suspicious," Phoebe rubbed his toes on the ground, "Mr. Wayne's behavior is also very strange. I I can't get in touch with them, no matter whether it's the identity of the wizard or the matter of the candle beast, I can't continue to intervene, now I can only rely on..."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Do you have a memory bottle?"

Tyler pulled one out of his pocket.

Phoebe deftly pulled from her temples the complete memory of the night.

"The office will pay attention to this matter, but we hope that you will not get involved in the world of superheroes." Taylor reminded, "They fly in the sky, they swim in the ocean, and some of them are born stronger than the cameraman." Read people's hearts, they can control flames, glaciers, storms, and lightning. There are many superheroes, and there are many factions. No-Majs hate them as much as they hate us."

Phoebe listened carefully, and suddenly a thought hit her: "Maybe they can kill Voldemort."

"Superheroes stand in the No-Maj's position and are completely exposed to No-Maj?" Taylor shook his head, "Look at the mutants, how much did they pay to gain a firm foothold in the No-Maj world, and the mutants Wizards are not powerful enough compared to humans. We are lucky enough to have our own wizarding world.”

Probably the look on Phoebe's face pleased him.

"Why, are you surprised that we know about No-Maj?"

"It seemed like every wizard was warning me about the dangers of Muggles after I walked out of school." Phoebe smiled, "It's different from Professor Dumbledore."

"I've seen Superman fly out of the atmosphere and push an asteroid," Taylor said. "I've seen Thor smash an entire fallen city. I've seen Magneto destroy an aircraft carrier battle group. Maybe only Merlin's strength can match them."

"Speaking of which," Phoebe suddenly joked, "I met a man once, and he said he was Merlin."

Taylor probably thought the joke was boring, so he just shrugged.

It was in a remote small village in England. It was raining and cold that day, and even the warming spell could not save the shivering pedestrians.Phoebe wrapped her coat tightly and ran to a lighted house in three steps. The owner was a kind old lady who not only gave her a sofa to sleep on, a stove to keep warm, and hot potatoes mud.

When Phoebe walked in, an old man had already formed around the fire in the living room.

He has white beard and hair, a thin figure, a dirty hat, and a colorless windbreaker.He hung his head and seemed to be drowsy.

Phoebe sat down not far from him. The heat from the mashed potatoes faded after a few hours. She saw that the old man seemed to have fallen asleep, so she carefully pulled out her wand, trying to burn the fire in the fireplace. more prosperous.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do this," the old man said suddenly, almost making Phoebe fall backwards in fright.

She retracted her wand back into her sleeve without changing her expression, and looked at him questioningly.

"Did you see the symbol in the corner?" The old man pointed to the corner under the window where cobwebs grew.

Phoebe nodded hesitantly.

"This symbol means 'anti-wizard'." The old man said quietly, "This village has a long history, and the abhorrence of magic has been passed down. If you are found using magic here, what awaits you will never be the same again. It's a warm room and hot soup."

"Who are you?" Phoebe asked.

The old man pointed to himself, he seemed to smile, and then fell into deep thought.

It was a long time before the beeping of the fire woke him up.

"Me?" He shook his head, his old age was obvious, "People call me Merlin."

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This memory has always been kept in Phoebe's mind. For some reason, maybe a mysterious force, she didn't mention it seriously to anyone, but just said it as a joke.People did take it as a joke, except for Phoebe herself.

Tyler gave a few more words of advice, and then disapparated.

When Phoebe turned the key home at night, she saw a shadow by the window.

The lamp in the corridor cast a warm yellow light at the door. This person seemed to be sitting on the window sill reading a book. When he saw someone coming, he closed the book and jumped down briskly.

"You startled me," said Phoebe first.

Peter took a quick look at her, from top to bottom, it was complete, matching her paralyzed face was very unconvincing.

"I saw someone take you away," Peter said.

Phoebe's expression softened.

"Remember the parrot I adopted a few days ago? Its owner came to the door and invited me to be a guest."

"That's a good thing," said Peter awkwardly.

"I saw Mr. Stark and Mr. Wayne," Phoebe continued. "Mr. Stark signed me before he left—"

Peter's eyes lit up.

He stared at Phoebe's bag hesitantly, as if he could see where the signed note was kept.

Phoebe thought about it. Although Peter is a coward, he is still a neighbor, a classmate, and half a friend. Although he is still timid waiting here today, he is still loyal.Dad always said to be generous to friends, but she didn't chase Muggle Chaoying anyway.So Phoebe unwrapped the bag and straight up pulled out the autograph card and handed it over.

"I...I can't have it." Peter looked at the card.

"Take it, it's my belated birthday present for you." Phoebe stuffed it into his hand without saying a word, then opened the door and went home.

From the cat's eyes, he saw Peter standing in the hallway, still reading the card.

It was a card that was nothing special. Iron Man had many fans. He carried such a small card all year round and could take it out anytime and anywhere.It is said in some fan forums that there are several types of this card, and there are different types for different groups of people.What Iron Man shows Phoebe is a card for kids.

The card is very delicate, with the portrait of Iron Man embossed on it, and the words "You can be a hero" written in the blank space.

Hey, kid, you know what?

You can also beahero.

Peter read it again, and stuffed the note into his pocket.

The author has something to say: You, too, can be a hero.