[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

Phoebe slumped to the floor, feeling like she'd run a marathon as fast as she could, and there wasn't a muscle in her body that wasn't aching.After recovering her breath, she walked over to Matt with difficulty, drew out her wand, and groped for the wound on his neck with the other hand.Her healing spells are mediocre, but at this moment it's better than nothing.

She only felt something was wrong when she uttered the spell.

The white light of the healing technique exploded from the tip of the wand, illuminating half of the lake surface. When the flowing white light hit the wound left by Kabbah, the deep scratches that were already bleeding quickly healed within seconds.

The surging magic power poured into her body from all around, and then poured out from the wand, as if there was no end.until--

There was a crisp sound, and then countless crisp sounds, and the wand melted into powder in the white light.

QAQ!

what did i see!

my wand!

The wand that had accompanied her for four years was shattered into powder, and the recovery was unsuccessful. Phoebe simply stood there in a daze.This grief turned to grief when she saw that one of the corners of the Invisibility Cloak had failed.

Damn angel!Damn Lucifer!Damn apocalypse!

Sniffing, she carefully folded the Invisibility Cloak and put it in her pocket, then cleaned up as much mess as she could.

Thanks to Muggle technology, the phone is still intact.

Phoebe contacts the Magic Council, and with Tom's help, she entrusts the two grown wizards to the dispatched Aurors.Therapists from the Magic General Hospital and officials related to magical animals also came along, and there was also a member of Congress who was not young and looked highly respected.Unexpectedly, the deadpan therapists carried Taylor away in a more cautious manner, seemingly ignoring Matt as if he was unscathed.

Maybe...maybe Matt was healed to the point where he was unscathed?

Before today, she was still a person who believed in scientific magic. As a little wizard, she studied hard every day and made progress every day. In her spare time, she ran around the world to save magical animals, flipped through the family's ancestral notes and books, and practiced new spells.At most, he was worried about Voldemort, who knew since he was a child that he would make a comeback, or worried about the generation of Dark Lords who escaped from prison more than ten years ago.But everything is different after today, it seems that the door of a new world is opened after today.

Phoebe sighed.

She flipped through the address book, broadcast the call, and said firmly at the first moment after connecting: "Sam, you really have to tell me what happened, and the most important thing is that it will happen next." What's up."

There was a strange sound of vomiting from the other end of the phone, accompanied by crazy curses and unbelievable growls.

"What's your voice?" She took the phone away and shook it before putting it back to her ear.

After a moment, Sam replied, "I feel like I just killed a demon."

"...that's exactly what I'm going to say, Sam, I feel like I just killed an angel."

? ? ? ? ?

"What?!" The trio came from the other end of the phone.

Before Phoebe could explain further, with the sound of flapping wings, a man in a windbreaker appeared in the nearby woods with Sam and Dean in his left and right hands.All three had injuries of varying degrees, and the one in the windbreaker and Dean were bruised and bruised.

"This is Cassidio, and he's an angel too."

Dean, who landed, introduced his companion, but the latter did not show any courtesy at all, but quickly walked to the corpse to check.When he turned around, anyone could understand that the angel was completely in a state of anger.

"Uriel and Agneo are both dead, what happened here?" Cassidio's face was very ugly.

"There was a fight between them. Uriel killed Agneo, and I killed Uriel," Phoebe answered bluntly.

"My brother turned into a demon slayer all of a sudden in one day, and you turned into an angel slayer?" Dean looked like he had eaten a sour lemon.

"If you don't mind." The angel came closer, his fingertips hovering over her forehead.

It took a few seconds for her to glance over the two brothers, and Sam nodded imperceptibly.

In an instant, the past struggle between the angel and the demon flashed before Phoebe's eyes, and everything that happened by the lake flashed the angel's eyes.

Shock, bewilderment and grief unfolded from his human body.The strong emotion caused him to raise his eyes to the sky immediately, and he was silent, as if begging, or praying, hoping that the answer would be conveyed to his mind by the Father.But both the sky above and the ground below are silent, just like in the past.

"It is... unbelievable," he said at last, "that Uriel has betrayed our father, and that his glory and that of Agneo are now in your body."

So the name of this thing is Glory.

"I think so," Phoebe admitted.

Dean folded his arms warily. "I don't know that the glory of an angel can be given to others."

"I don't know, Dean, I've never heard of such a thing. But since the transfer has happened, I think it should be the father's will." Cassidio's tone was low, and he seemed to be still immersed in the two brothers and sisters. In the heavy blow of betrayal and death.

"I thought you were saying that God no longer exists."

"God exists, he just..."

"Run away from home," said Sam dryly.

"Great, he loved his son Lucifer the most, and then adopted a human son, and then had family problems. After Lucifer fell into heaven out of jealousy for humans, another person who was usually jealous of him and even wanted to kill him later My brother Michael is chasing after Satan. Now the whole family is fighting together, and my father ran away from home, and occasionally pops up to talk about fate." Dean falsely pointed at Phoebe, and said sharply, "Let the angels play tricks Forget it, right now he’s throwing away all the glory. So God, the old man has made up his mind to let a third party mediate the family issues, right? By letting other people kill all the sons?”

Cassidio flinched, like someone had punched him in the nose.

Phoebe couldn't imagine an angel doing that look.

"Not all sons. The Bible says Lucifer is the only one of the fallen angels who is allowed to keep his glory. Can you imagine why God would do this? Could he be too old and forgetful? Oh yes, yes Such a restless son, he just made a cage in hell. I don't see why he would do that anyway." Sam added insult to injury.

Cassidio's face turned from gloomy to constipated.

"Be patient, Sammy, it's always hard to admit Dad's biased," Dean said sympathetically.

"We still have to deal with the aftermath. I will come back to you when I understand the matter of glory." The angel held the two brothers who were still chattering one by one, and said in a flat tone, "When the time comes, I will also will explain it all to you."

The angel in front of her seemed completely unaware that in the memory reading just now, she also read his memory.

Phoebe nodded without changing her face.

The BAU team arrived late after the three left, accompanied by the congressman just now.The magic world and the non-magic world seem to have reached a consensus. When he saw two corpses lying on the ground, and there were wings branded under each corpse, Hodge's face was only annoyed for a moment.

They split up to inspect the scene, and Red walked over to Phoebe, who spoke the truth with some reservations.

At the end of the conversation, Phoebe comforted the little detective who was dizzy from the bombing. "In addition to us, SHIELD will definitely be involved in this case, so you just need to make basic records. Think about it, the record book will definitely be taken away by them anyway, they don't care what is written on it, don't Worry about it, Rhett."

"Basic records? How do you record them?" Redson said irreverently, "Should I write in the case records that two bodies were found in Central Park on a certain day in a certain year, and it was suspected that two angels fought to death?"

"How do you usually record Chaoying incidents and call the police?"

Rhett recalled the serious nonsense of most of the case descriptions in the system, and decided to let this question go.

......

late at night.

Phoebe was dragging home exhausted, having made a detour to Fisher Square to do some shopping after Central Park, and now shambling like anyone who goes shopping from day to night.

Contrary to the physical fatigue, whenever she closes her eyes, she can feel the glory like a soft feather, suspended above her heart, shining like a pearl, singing like a bird , making a soft buzz.

From a deeper level, her body is being slowly changed.

A black car was parked downstairs from the apartment building.

If it was normal, she might complain about why it is a black car again, and why all the bosses always like black cars, but now she just glanced at it casually, and was going to go home on her own, if she hadn't seen a The words of an acquaintance.

Peter Parker got out of the car, carrying a luggage bag in his left hand and a silver suitcase in his right hand, and said goodbye to the people in the car with a smile on his face.He must have been very happy, because even his voice had something bright about it.

"Hi!" This kind of excitement became a little stiff after turning his head to see her.

"Hi, Peter." Phoebe greeted him too.

"Are you okay?" Peter studied her expression curiously.For some reason, the strange sense from Spider-Man made him aware of the danger, but there were only the two of them on the street at the moment, so where could the danger come from?

"I'm very good."

The Kabbah to be caught was taken, two teammates were injured, an angel was killed, and a thing called Rongguang is now in the body. I watched the battle between heaven and hell about who dad loves the most, and saw the constipated face of a trench coat angel, and my mind was full of Grindelwald's second-level power theory that I never thought of after that night, so yes ,she's fine.

Peter's expression looked a bit worried. He rubbed his toes on the spot, and finally threw the luggage bag on his back, and came over to help her carry the shopping bag.Phoebe had never been able to refuse the kindness of others, so although she was reluctant, she let it go, and in order not to look suspicious, she also removed the Levitation Charm.

Spider-Man staggered instantly.

"what is this?"

"A little souvenir from Grandma Queenie's friend's house."

A pile of eyeballs from swamp poison babies, several skulls of Korora fish, six decks of tarot cards, three boxes of crystal bottles, "Portrait of Merlin in 800 Years", the complete "On God and Wizards", and the complete set of "Origins of Magic".Thanks for the shrinking spell.

Peter seemed to want to ask if it contained stones, but he just took a deep breath, and then walked steadily into the door of the apartment.

Both elevators stopped on very high floors. They pressed the up button and began to wait for the elevator in the corridor.A nearby flat-screen TV was still showing the evening news, and several editorialists offered their views on the presidential campaign.That's right, people these days either have no opinion at all and let the editorialists come out to make a fuss about everything, or they just pour out negative emotions on the Internet, as if everyone in the world is my mother, or everyone They all owe me 500 million.

"So," Phoebe asked after standing awkwardly for a while, "how's the Stark Industries internship?"

Peter's eyes literally lit up. "It's amazing, Mr. Stark is very kind to me, and I also met some big people that I don't usually see."

"Mr. Stark sent you back just now?" Phoebe was taken aback.That's Tony Stark. Tony Stark is earning hundreds of thousands every minute. It's already an anecdote that he personally came to meet the interns. After the internship, he sent them home. Possessed by some alien.Iron Man doesn't go "Wow you're awesome let me drive you home", Iron Man just goes "You're okay I'm going to give you a raise" because... because he's Tony Stark.

"Mr. Stark said that there will be more important work waiting for me." Although no one was looking at him, Peter straightened his back, as if some heavy but honorable burden was solemnly placed on his shoulders of.

(Tony: I didn't say thank you.)

"You now have Tony Stark's personal contact information?"

"..."

"So, Tony Stark left your phone number?"

"..."

Peter was like a punctured balloon trying to maintain his dignity, and had to struggle to find the right words to describe it.His otherwise neat hair became a mess as he began to mumble and gesticulate, and his wide eyes made him look almost like a pogo bird, with every eyelash visible.

Phoebe's gaze froze for a moment, and she always felt that something was wrong.

"Then how did he contact you?"

"He's Tony Stark, and if he wants to contact me, he can contact me." Peter said not to be outdone.

It just got weirder now that not only could Phoebe see every detail of his face, but when she looked down, it was as if she was looking right through his body, from muscles that were definitely not normal for a high school kid. Lines - stop!Phoebe!She screamed inwardly - to go deeper, where the cunt couldn't reach, a warm core, a... something sparkling.

"Anyway, Mr. Stark wants me to keep working hard. I can't believe I'm actually going to keep going. I actually got this internship. Do you know what that means?" Peter walked into the elevator Still rambling on, "My God, Aunt May will be so happy, she will be... Phoebe? What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing."

What can she say?

Can she say that I can see through your body and soul now, like in a ghost movie?

Peter looked at himself suspiciously.

"It's really nothing." Phoebe pretended to cough, secretly determined to find out as soon as possible what kind of shit these angels and so-called fate had dragged her into.Will I be able to see people's bodies and souls when I walk on the street every day in the future?Does she need to buy herself a bunch of sunglasses right away?what's nextWill she grow wings?

"You look really worried." Peter began to look at her again. "What are you worried about?"

"I haven't written my thesis yet," said Phoebe automatically.

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and many more! ! ! ! !

Peter stared at her, and she stared at Peter—

"Shit!"

paper!

Paper due on Monday!

If the elevator doors had been cleaner, they would have seen the exact same look of horror on each other's faces.

......

Which explains why half an hour later Peter is sitting in the living room with Phoebe in comfy cotton pajamas writing his paper.

A person who was fighting with the most famous superheroes in the world just a day ago, and a person who just had a close contact with an angel half a day ago, are sitting in the living room in their pajamas and writing their high school homework.

Miss Green assigned a paper on American modernist literature, which she had previously said had been tense between teachers and students, so that no "pleading" would be allowed.In Michelle's words: "If you put yourself under her nose, Green will deduct points at every opportunity." And, because of the young lady's poor grasp of literature books, students must not act like Be smarter than her to get the high score.This posed a big problem for the two who needed to complete a long speech overnight.

They piled up a thick stack of reference books on the floor, racking their brains trying to find something useful from the notebook.From time to time there was the sound of brushing the nib of the pen against the paper from Peter, but there was only silence in Phoebe's place.

The contents of the book made it difficult for her to concentrate, the whole angel incident was a distraction, and most importantly, she couldn't stop herself from looking at the other person in the room.Now when she gazed at Peter she had to work so hard to see his face, it was much easier to see inside, still that warm shining soul, still that soft touch.She could almost feel the glory floating in her body.

What kind of angelic ability is this?Could it be that a real angel can't see the skin of everyone, but can only see the soul?A beautiful soul is like a dazzling diamond, a perfect dessert, or a cute little beast, how on earth did these angels get over their love for souls and start slandering humans?Is it because they are so unlucky that every time they walk in the world, they see either criminals or blasphemers?In any case, the self-control struck even Phoebe with awe.

"Stop looking at me, Phoebe," Peter muttered, chewing on his pen without looking up, his eyes on his workbook.

"If you don't look at me, how do you know I'll look at you again?" Phoebe, who was caught straight, argued forcefully.

That's because my senses are more sensitive.

Peter swallowed this sentence with blood on his face, pinched his nose and lifted a rock to hit himself in the foot.

Spider-Man continued to bow his head to write the paper, but before he even realized it, he had already started to become a little absent-minded.The elongated words on the thesis suddenly seemed to turn into strange animals, writhing randomly on the paper.Who invented the archetypal symbolism theory?How many years did Hemingway get the Nobel Prize for Literature?Did Miss Green like William Faulkner or not?

He pretended to look up casually.bow your head.Then I took another look.

"I wish it was cooler today." Phoebe sat on the rug with her back to the coffee table, her notebook open on her lap.She pushed a lock of curly hair behind her ear, and murmured as she made something up.

As if responding to her words, a long bolt of lightning suddenly struck from the sky outside the window.In the evening, the thick clouds that had clearly dissipated gathered again, and the deep thunder sounded like rolling stones from high altitude to the ground.From her point of view, she could clearly feel the free magic factors in the air condense as if being directed by a hand. They moved happily and collided hurriedly, as if they were trying their best to prove their usefulness to someone.

WTF...

"Actually, I think today is cool enough." The stunned little witch tried to make amends.

Visible to the naked eye, the faint lightning between the clouds returned to nothing.

Now Peter really couldn't write anymore. He piled the reference books on the armrest of the sofa, pushed away the sofa cushions, and sat up cross-legged. "Phoebe, are you sleepy? Have a fever? Did you eat something weird before going home?"

That's right, I ate some Angel Glory Deluxe Package.

Phoebe took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I may be a little sleepy, but I have to finish my paper." She got up from the carpet and said briskly, "Say something to wake me up. Mr. Stark likes you, did he talk to you?" What happened at the airport? Yesterday, the news reports all over the world were still talking about the Super League war at the airport, and today it seems that everyone is suddenly concerned about the long-forgotten presidential election, something terrible must have happened.”

Peter looked totally unconvinced, but he changed the subject graciously. "He didn't say it. But if you think about it carefully, what else can happen? It's nothing more than the emergence of bad guys, and the good guys need to defeat the bad guys. It's as simple as that."

"It's quite simple to say that." Phoebe walked to Nakajima and made two cups of strong tea.The teacup she used was the same as the one used for divination last time. When she put the cup on the coffee table, Peter grinned.

She knew what he was laughing at.

She herself was thinking about the divination.

The pair of unidentified wings in the tea leaves, now that I think about it, did she foresee the appearance of the angel at that time?The magic gave guidance from the very beginning, but she didn't realize it.After that, she almost got a clearer prediction in the crystal ball and tarot divination, and even made it clear that the angels needed to drop their mighty power to destroy the card to prevent the prophecy from happening.

Is it true that her magic perception is as powerful as Grindelwald said?

But neither father nor mother had any particularly powerful wizards in their ancestors. The most famous wizard in the entire family history is Grandpa Newt, and the only thing the whole family is good at is probably shoveling shit.If anything, she was born on the seventh of July, and seven is known as the most magical number, but that still doesn't explain everything at all.Could it be the genetic mutation that Muggles said?Or, is it really fate, as the voice said?

"Your book is about to fall to the floor." Peter put down the teacup and bent over from the sofa to help him.

Phoebe had to resist the urge to try to retrieve the book mentally.

If she could control the magic factor with her will...

They wrote papers for a while, completely absent-minded from each other, and if anyone could take a good look at it, they would find that what was written didn't make any sense at all.Peter shifted his position, tucking one leg under the other, his elbows on his knees.

Phoebe forced herself not to look into his soul again.

"Do you believe in magic?"

"Of course." Peter said matter-of-factly.It’s not that he hasn’t been beaten by the Scarlet Witch. Even the thing on the top of Vision’s head doesn’t look very scientific. In fact, there is no science in the whole battle with the Avengers. The most obvious thing is the captain’s shield—he How did you manage to throw the shield out and get it back inexplicably?There's no physical logic to that thing at all.

Going far, there is also Loki. Don't people say that Loki is a powerful magician?So magic is also an inevitable force.

"Well, do you believe in fate?" Phoebe asked again.

Peter, who was stretching his thoughts, withdraws his attention alertly.

"Aren't you going to divination for me again?"

"...No such plan."

"Great. I don't appreciate divination now," he said sarcastically. "Can't find a girlfriend this year? Ha!"

"If that's any comfort to you, I didn't say you couldn't find a boyfriend," she replied.

Peter seemed to be hesitating whether to toss in his brick-thick reference book or his metal pencil case.

In the end he did neither, but let out a sullen "hum" and leaned back against the back of the sofa.

Phoebe couldn't help noticing that when he was angry, the already bright light grew even brighter.It's a painful glare now, and it's still sending out strong emotions: he's annoyed, but not "I'm going to destroy something right now" annoyance, but "My friend and I opened It's a joke but I don't like it" annoyance.

She endured and endured, and still curled the corners of her mouth——

This obviously annoyed Peter even more.

......

The second time the silence was broken was the alarm clock in the bedroom which suddenly began to screech.

The two drowsy people shivered violently.

"Turn that thing off!" Peter yelled, rubbing his aching head, "or I swear I'll smash it with a cutting board!"

Phoebe's own head was almost hanging down on the homework paper. What's worse, the handwriting on it looked like a blurry lump. Miss Green might need a triple magnifying glass to see what was written.

She stretched, yawned, and went to the bedroom to turn off the dolphin-shaped alarm clock.

Immediately after she returned to the living room, Peter asked, "Why do you need an alarm clock for three o'clock in the morning?"

The correct answer was because she had to get up to feed the magical beasts, but she obviously couldn't say that.Fortunately, Peter didn't intend to get to the bottom of it. He just yawned and continued to write, probably because he was too sleepy, and he even started to find something to say.

After a few minutes, they finally move from "Eugene is an idiot", "the owner of the Thai restaurant must like Aunt May", "Mr. Stark is a very smart person", to "various superhero gossip".

After discussing what was in Vision's head, after a while, Peter cleared his throat and got down to business.

"So, what do you think of Spider-Man?"

"Spider-Man? He's fine if he's not doing weird things every time he sees him," Phoebe said honestly.

"Strange thing? Not bad?" Peter looked dissatisfied. "You know, most people who know Spider-Man would, uh, say he's awesome."

"Do you know him?" Phoebe asked suspiciously.

"What?" Peter called out defensively, "No!"

"Then how do you know he's amazing?"

"...I just know it! Have you seen his Youtube video? He can walk through tall buildings with spider webs, it's cool! Also, he just stopped and rushed towards the school bus by himself out of control vehicle, 3000 lbs, 40 mph, I bet his arm strength could stop the Winter Soldier's metal arm."

Phoebe raised an eyebrow.

"He looks pretty thin," she said objectively.

"A friend of mine who dined with Spider-Man told me that Spider-Man has eight-pack abs like a washboard."

Phoebe's eyebrows were flying to the ceiling.

At this moment, she has no memory of the messy fate she was still struggling with just now. Her mind is now full of washboard, washboard, washboard.

"Why does your friend see Spider-Man's abs when he eats with him?"

"..." Peter thought about this question seriously.

"Well, let's say he has," Phoebe said lightly, "but one of my seniors who is obsessed with Superman told me that Superman's arms are probably twice as thick as Spiderman's, not to mention he's at least a head taller than Spiderman." .According to you, Superman is the most powerful superhero."

"...I dare say Superman's pectoral muscles are not as big as Captain's." Peter gritted his teeth.

After the words came out, they looked at each other.

The captain and senior cadres have never collapsed. Before the physical education class, the video "Listen to the captain's words, your physical education teacher is great" video should be played, and the video "Listen to the captain's words, you should reflect on yourself" should be played during detention, and some classes should be played. "Listen to the captain and protect yourselves while pistoning" video.

I always feel that discussing the captain's pectoralis major is like discussing the color of Professor X's underwear.

They mentally checked for a few minutes.Peter crossed out an entire paragraph, and Phoebe replaced "excellent" with "perfect" over 20 times.

"So," scribbled, Peter said with mock ease, "do you think they'll put Spider-Man in the next 'People's Favorite Superhero' poll?"

"Why not?" said Phoebe absent-mindedly. "As long as the world isn't destroyed, people won't stop liking the heroes they like, and they won't stop hating the heroes they hate. Besides, Spider-Man isn't showing his face in the airport fight anymore." Is it? Even the Black Panther was featured in the last issue."

She said, giggling again.

"What?"

"You do have a bit of a crush on Spider-Man, don't you? Seriously, Peter, the tea leaves really only said you didn't have a 'girl' friend this year."

This time Peter couldn't resist throwing the crumpled paper over.

......

By five o'clock in the morning, Phoebe had completely given up on therapy. She took out the shorthand quill from the drawer when Peter was not looking, then moved to Nakajima's higher chair, and began to read a few sentences from the reference book in a low voice. .The shorthand quill can transform the scene into some exaggerated and gorgeous records, but sometimes it runs counter to the truth, it all depends on the mood of the owner. Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet, raved about the prop.

As she read her class notes, Phoebe watched with satisfaction as the quill scribbled down a pile of admiration she had for Miss Green.

"Would you mind not reading it so loudly?" Peter said, raising his voice across the living room.

[When someone interrupts, the author feels a rush of urgency and disgust.Why do they need to spend one night to finish this nonsense article?Why are there always things in the world that don't make any sense at all?Is this just to satisfy Miss Green's eager desire for fancy points? 】

"..." Phoebe silently cleaned up the paragraph written with the quill just now.

"I'm almost done if you'll be quiet," Peter said again.

【That voice sounds so annoying. 】

Phoebe glanced at him.

【Under the yellow light, a smug expression appeared in his eyes. If it weren't for the merciless show off at the corner of his mouth, anyone would say that face is pleasing to the eye, even dazzling--】

"Nonsense!" She dropped her pen, furious.

Poor Peter was almost scared off the sofa and sat on the floor.

After a few minutes, he said at a loss.

"But... I'm really done."