[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

JFK International Airport is one of the largest airports in the world. Its magnificence often leaves a deep first impression on passengers visiting New York, but this effect is greatly reduced here at Phoebe.The little witch has already lost count of the number of times she has been to New York, but in the past, Grandma Tina took her directly to the Floo network of the British Ministry of Magic and the Magical Congress of America, and then apparated to her aunt Queenie's house. The customer has been a customer for a few days, so it is actually the first time in her life to fly by plane.

The first time is always tragic.

Phoebe's older brother Rolf had been dismissed by the family for two years - he was probably the first student to be sent to St. Mungo's for apparating in his Apparating class.

"How could anyone in the world be dizzy?!" Phoebe always said this before, but after she herself passed out, she realized the value of being down-to-earth, and secretly decided to write to Rolf as soon as she settled down. , vowed never to talk about it again.

There was a long queue at the taxi stand outside the airport, and people visiting relatives and friends were carrying big bags and small bags with grim faces, and Phoebe, who was carrying a suitcase, looked like an outlier in the queue.She moved forward with all kinds of gazes, and never felt the benefits of a thick skin like she did now.

Thank you, Senior Harry, Phoebe thought silently, and thank Malfoy for the offensive of the "Potter Stinks" badge for a semester, which made every Gryffindor's defense power reach its peak.We have all misunderstood Mr. Malfoy, he is really well-intentioned, no wonder Mr. Potter is always happy to argue with him.

Phoebe prayed three times for Draco Malfoy as she got into the car.The driver who took her to Queens was a middle-aged man, the flesh on his face almost overflowed to his neck, and sitting in the driver's seat was like a lump of jelly that was spread by gravity.

Phoebe sat in the backseat of the car with her suitcase tightly hugged, and was too scared to speak by this "social man" uncle, but after the taxi passed the same pizzeria for the third time, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and showed the tip of her wand towards the car. The steering wheel fired a guiding spell.This matter has both advantages and disadvantages. The advantage is that Phoebe arrived at the destination block within 10 minutes. The disadvantage is that the social man's face is pale, and he touches the cross hanging on the rearview mirror twice a second. There are still words in it.

Ignoring the chaos in the car, Phoebe managed to find the apartment where Grandma Queenie lived by maintaining the guiding spell.Walking over by yourself is a completely different thing from apparating, just like you have seen the interior of the house a hundred times, but from the outside, no apartment building in the community looks exactly the same.The lobby, elevators, and corridors are all unfamiliar, even the door of the room is unfamiliar.

Guiding spells are really good stuff.

Phoebe counted to room three and knocked on the door.

As if waiting for a visitor, the door opened instantly, and a well-kept hand stretched out to guide Phoebe into the room in a familiar way, followed by a tight, breathless embrace.

"Sweetheart!" Queenie choked up, "Let me see how thin you are...you seem to have gained weight? Why are you so tanned?"

......

Phoebe's heart was fluctuating, and she even wanted to hit someone.

But she honestly called her "Grandma Queenie".

Queenie is Tina's biological sister, she married a Muggle and has since settled in the United States.Queenie is much more warm-hearted than Phoebe's own grandma, but the downside of living with her is that when she looks at you seriously, it usually means that something is wrong, meaning that while she isn't mean, her The indiscriminate passive talent skills will play a role again.

Years of experience of being abused by a videographer made Phoebe subconsciously start to empty her mind, and then fill it with various other things-on the way here, a man was stealing a bicycle with a crowbar, but the car was not stolen Standing up straight and wiping his sweat, a spider head that fell from the sky was stuck to the wall; on the bench across the street, two children were playing crackling hero cards, and the tall one killed the stuck one with a pair of Iron Man lore. Game of cards; there was a little rain at noon, and then there were gloomy dark clouds, and the sun showed a round shape in the clouds, like a fried poached egg surrounded by a mould...

"Eat and eat and you'll know how to eat!" Queenie nodded between her eyebrows.

"Don't pay attention to your grandma, just now she asked me to bake more biscuits you like." Grandpa Jacob winked at Phoebe, and gestured lively with his index fingers, which immediately made the little girl smile.Queenie gave her husband a blank look, and affectionately pulled Phoebe to sit down on the sofa.Jacob took out the snacks he had prepared earlier from the oven, poured orange juice, and served his beloved wife and beloved juniors graciously.Phoebe held the mug and finished talking about the ins and outs of the matter. Queenie listened carefully, then sighed and said:

"Britain is so chaotic, it's good to come out to escape. New York has caught a lot of magical animals in the past few years. It seems that there is an underground organization doing smuggling. The speaker is very distressed. He heard that the Scamander family is coming. I also breathed a sigh of relief. You will go to Midtown High School in the future, and you will live in our house. There is only one thing, your grandpa Jacob and I are going to go abroad to participate in the competition soon, so it is okay for you to live alone ?”

"No problem," Phoebe said.

But at this age, it's really old and strong to participate in the baking competition......

Jacob in the kitchen clenched his fists and compared, with a smug smile on his face.

Phoebe's stomach was full to the point of her throat, but looking at the hale and hearty old man in front of her, she swallowed all the words back to her stomach: No matter how you look at it, it's not Grandpa Jacob who is stuffed, but those A young talent who hasn't won a gold medal for decades, right...

Queenie also laughed. She drank her orange juice, and then said as if thinking of something: "The boy across the door is also studying in Midtown High School. When we go out, if you have anything to do, you can go to them and ask about the situation nearby. Or buy some stationery or something. By the way, if you encounter any dangerous things, you can also find them."

"Why? His uncle is a Muggle cop? The FBI?" Phoebe asked suspiciously.

There's nothing that can't be solved with magic, and if one doesn't work, use two.

"His uncle just passed away, poor May, poor Peter." Grandma Queenie sighed, "Okay, we'll meet the neighbors after you pack up, they are all kind and good people. How do you feel about asking them to take care of you here, Phoebe?"

"I......"

"what do you think?"

Facts have proved that no matter whether it is a pro-grandmother or an aunt-in-law, anyway, when your grandma says "what do you think" with a serious face, it usually means "this matter is settled, if you are sensible, don't push it any further."

Phoebe spent the whole afternoon packing up her belongings and the room she wanted to live in, and then she was caught by two elderly men with big hands and fast pacers and took them to the door of the opposite two houses for "neighborhood friendly exchange".

On the right side of the opposite door lived a female college student named Jenny. She seemed to be broken in love. When she came to open the door, her nose was red and her voice was hoarse.After Jacob put down his snacks, Queenie was still holding Jenny's hand for a long time and muttering, "Don't be sad for some scum", "Who didn't meet a few scum when he was young", and so on.Jacob was shot several times in the knee, but the forgiving old man quickly put aside his depression, and began to scold "scumbag" angrily.In the end, Jenny laughed through her tears, nodded repeatedly, and promised to take care of her little sister by the way.

"Our granddaughter has always lived in the country, and she doesn't understand many things. Please take care of her in the future." Grandpa Jacob said at the time.Anyway, Dorset is originally a non-urban county, and in a sense it can be regarded as a countryside.Phoebe never went out when she was a guest before, so she might not adapt well to the outside world.

One or two came and went, and it was a bit late when they were delayed until they visited the house on the left.

The person who opened the door of Room No. [-] was a woman, who could be seen to be a bit older, but her beauty was not damaged in the slightest.

"Come in." May Parker said very friendly, taking out the slippers for the guests from the shoe cabinet.The pair for the little girl is decorated with rabbits, jumping and jumping as she walks, very lively and cute.

"You must be Phoebe." May looked at her fondly. "I've heard too many stories about you from Queenie. I think we are already friends."

"Thank you." Phoebe smiled too.

"Queenie said that you are going to Midtown High School, and my nephew Peter is also studying there, so you can go to school together." Mei led them to the living room, "Just now he was sorting out his notes and said he wanted to show you."

Phoebe followed her gaze, but the door was closed.

"Peter?" Aunt May walked to the door of the room and knocked.

She looked back sheepishly at the guests on the sofa and smiled. "My nephew is a little shy."

Phoebe conjured up an image of a shy boy.

"Peter!" Aunt Mei knocked on the door a few more times, then pressed her voice against the wooden door and yelled, gritting her teeth, "Peter! What are you doing! Come out quickly, the guests are here!"

"It's okay, it's okay," Grandma Queenie smoothed things over, "Boys, maybe they're sleeping or listening to music, or maybe they're calling their girlfriend?"

"It's good to have a girlfriend." Aunt Mei returned to the sofa and snorted, "This child never makes me worry, I always have a feeling, you know, the kind that if you don't stare at me for a second It feels like this brat can cause a catastrophe."

"Jacob and I have no children, but my sister's children were also very naughty when they were young, and Phoebe was the best." Grandma Queenie said with a smile.

? ? ? ? ?

grandma what are you talking about

Will your conscience hurt?

Before the little witch had time to protest, the routine of meeting parents began.The first is to praise each other's children, and then start to criticize their own children's shortcomings, sometimes the praise and criticism are interleaved.From the mouths of Grandma Queenie and Grandpa Jacob, Phoebe almost heard about a character that only existed in books, especially when they were boasting and Aunt May was pretending to be embarrassed and pulling out the report card from last semester.

If you have something to say, don't take the report card!

With a toothache, Phoebe recalled her report card for the fourth grade, which was simply the darkest color in her life. "Tell me, baby," Grandma Tina asked back then, shaking out her report card, "whose kid who started making potions at the age of three will pass up Potions."

It's not my fault that Professor Snape is horrible!

Phoebe felt wronged, but Phoebe dared not speak.

For half a month after that, she swallowed her anger and focused on shoveling shit, and managed to restore her image at home by passing the Potions class in her second year.

Thinking of this, she felt heartbroken for a while, and couldn't help adding in the small book: shy, good in character and learning, and perfect other people's children.

This depression lasted until night.Grandma Queenie drank tea and went to the official website to check her delivery, and then the two elders complained. "These couriers are like this every time. They just lose their things and they say they put them in a 'safe place'. But last time when I went downstairs to check, they found that they left the courier in the big locker. On top, god knows how they threw it up."

"Phoebe, go down and look for it," said Grandpa Jacob.

The obedient little witch put on her shoes and went downstairs.

There was only one sleepy administrator in the lobby, and all the delivery places were empty. Phoebe peeked out a little of her wand tip from her sleeve and said softly, "Show me the way."

The wand turned to the stairwell.

I don't know if it's broken or to save electricity, the lighting in the stairwell is very dim, and there are many wooden boxes in the corner that are starting to rot due to humidity, and there seems to be a faint figure.

Phoebe was taken aback. There are ghosts in the Muggle world too?

She coughed heavily and tried to speak, but the figure was more frightened than she was, and it jumped out of the distance with a backflip.

? ? ? ? ?

Can ghosts do backflips now?

Phoebe moved a little further, pulled out the package from the top of a pile of cardboard boxes, and confronted the "ghost".

It's not a ghost, it's a boy in a hoodie holding something.

"What are you doing?" Phoebe asked suspiciously.

"This is... uh... this is a useless computer." The boy said quickly.

"I know it's a crap computer," Phoebe said nonsense with eyes open, "I mean what are you doing?"

The boy's face turned red visibly, and he stammered, "I want to take it home and repair it, so I can practice manual skills, yes, practice manual skills."

How insane are Muggle lessons, Phoebe thought nonchalantly.

They stood in the corridor, the little girl was wearing a pajamas with dragons painted on it, and the boy was holding an old computer that was rusting with dust. The scene was very embarrassing for a while.

The light bulb above the head flickered on and off, and made a "sizzling" sound from time to time.

After a while, Phoebe decided that she had to end this stupid confrontation, nodded to the boy, she pulled her shoes and walked back, but the boy followed behind.

They walked into the elevator together, and Phoebe pressed the floor, squinting at each other.

"Same as you." The boy said shyly.

Phoebe had a bad feeling until they stepped out of the elevator and back to their respective doors.

Face-to-face doorways, to be exact.

really.

Phoebe stared at this legendary "good character and learning, high talent, hardworking, inquisitive, willing to help, bright eyes, bright ingenuity" child from other people's family. If digging out the computer is also counted, he can really be said to have a brighter mind than ordinary people.

It was at this time that Aunt Mei opened the door.

"Aha, still thinking you're going to miss out on baking pizza." She said cheerfully, rolling her eyes between the two of them friendly. "You guys already know each other? Very well, honey, Peter can take you tomorrow." Check out the nearby terrain and pick up some school supplies, right, Peter?"

"Yes, yes." The boy put the computer behind his back effortlessly, and said obediently.

"You'll wait at home after you drop off Queenie and Jacob tomorrow, will you, Phoebe?" Aunt May asked again.

"No problem," Phoebe said slowly.

Calm down, you're a Gryffindor, you've got the best embarrassment education, no one can beat you.