[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

Phoebe is usually a punctual person. If she agrees to study in the library on weekends, she will not be late for one minute; It was agreed to be confinement in the cellar at eight o'clock in the evening, uh... In short, he is a relatively punctual person.So she made an appointment to go shopping at three o'clock in the afternoon, and she put other things in the morning, and got up early in the morning to pack her things and prepare to go out.

Breakfast was simple, milk toast and fried eggs. Phoebe was biting the whole wheat toast while turning on the TV to familiarize herself with the environment.

The Muggle world and the wizarding world are colorful in their own way, but in terms of news and entertainment, wizards are not rivals at all, especially last year, the "Daily Prophet" seemed to have feuded with Gryffindor, and the mainstream Reports were either "Claim Voldemort's return? The savior may have lost his mind" or "Dumbledore: The Mind of a Mad Old Man".

Thinking of the tragedy in the fourth grade made her so angry that Phoebe simply sat cross-legged on the sofa with a fried egg, but fortunately, the content on the TV caught her attention.

The channel is broadcasting Stark Industries' promotional advertisements. Gold and red iron cans fly over New York in a very flamboyant manner, followed by a variety of high-tech product displays.

Phoebe, who has a natural aversion to technology, switches channels as she goes.

This entertainment-oriented channel is currently broadcasting "Three Days with Tony Stark". The hot and beautiful reporter is wearing a bikini lying on her back on the yacht and basking in the sun. Brushing down, the whole fish made a sizzling sound.

Seeing this, Phoebe involuntarily let go of her hand that was about to change the channel again. She stopped drinking milk and eating fried eggs. As the chef finally squeezed the lemon juice on the grilled golden fish, she called it a day. He also sniffed and sucked his saliva.

The beautiful reporter brushed her hair back chicly, got up and took the plate handed to her, then winked charmingly at the owner of the yacht.

Stark, who is resistant to sexy offensives, smiled even more sexyly. He was wrapped in a battle suit—on a yacht on the beautiful coast in a summer afternoon, Stark was wearing his own Iron Man suit. He is holding a helmet, wearing sunglasses, and his legs are crossed, except for the face that is getting older and more attractive.

Ha ha.

In the past few years, the headlines of the entertainment tabloids in the summer are all kinds of photos of celebrities playing in the water, such as bikinis, shorts, rainbow shovels, and water guns.However, under the attack of the newspapers, Phoebe even saw the beach photos of Captain America in his early years, but he couldn't find a swimsuit photo of Iron Man. There must be a ghost in it.

However, the strong Stark never admits defeat, and doesn't need to be hugged. He still insists on the creed that he must have a beginning and an end in life, and continues to grow fat in a variety of ways.

Pan-fried squid rings, lemon oysters, golden fried shrimp tails.

The amount of two bottles of weight loss potions.

You're fat, Phoebe thought coldly, jealousy makes me ugly.

She turned off the TV with great perseverance, abruptly pulled herself up from the sofa, packed the tableware and was ready to go out.

Originally, there was no need to be so anxious, but she heard some gossip when she was sleeping last night.This neighborhood has never been chaotic, but there were two shooting cases in succession some time ago, one of the victims was Peter's uncle Ben, which made people more vigilant and reluctant to go out at night.The change in the environment has made the stray animals on the street much more relaxed. Most of them are fearful of people, but now they can cautiously come out at night to look for food and play for a while.Similarly, the expansion of the scope of activities also allows them to get more news.

Last night there was a little dingy, fluffy sparrow perched on the sill of Phoebe's window, as active as most sparrows, and it didn't take long for it to jump up and down on the window sill, singing its own song as it hopped. s song.

"The weirdo with the gun, the weirdo with the gun, a lot."

"How many guns are there?" Phoebe asked suddenly.

"Are you talking to me?" The little sparrow "chirped" in fright. It tightened its neck, tilted its head, and didn't blink its black eyes.

"You said you saw a weirdo with a gun." Phoebe opened the window and held it in her hand with a flying spell.

The little sparrow was trembling, as if his heart was beating in Phoebe's palm.However, although Asuka is timid, he has a lot of experience in traveling all over the world.Seeing that this human being was indeed talking to him, he made up his mind and confessed in a very sensible manner, which was faster than anyone else.

"The gray cat on South Street said a few days ago that someone rented the house next to its house. Looking inside, they are all guns. This weird guy goes out in the morning and comes back at night, and the gray cat tells everyone to be careful recently, and he would rather not have enough to eat than lose his life."

gun.

Phoebe was worried.

Unlike a native wizard, she had seen many dangerous weapons in her years of walking the Muggle world.When she was looking for three lizards in the South American rainforest, she was once surrounded by indigenous people with hunting/guns. The underground black market selling magical animals has more bodyguards with live ammunition. .

Maybe an unarmed Muggle needs protection, but an armed one is definitely not to be underestimated.Now that some weird guy with a bunch of guns is down the block, it's not going to be a good thing.Thinking of Queenie's advice, Phoebe couldn't help but have the urge to call the police anonymously.

"By the way, the weirdo has a mink with a red butt." At this moment, seeing that she remained silent, the little sparrow added information.

"A mink with a red butt?" Phoebe was taken aback. "Is it a mink with a white body and redder towards the base of the tail, and the whole tail looks like it's on fire?"

"People are so smart." The little sparrow flattered him politely.

Phoebe let out a howl of headache, and it looked like it was probably a firetail.

Because of the preference of a wizard singer, the fire-tailed marten was very popular in the wizarding world, and was sold in the pet shop in Diagon Alley for a while.But the good times didn't last long, and people soon discovered that this kind of pet has certain dangers.The nature of the fire-tailed mink is very similar to that of the fire-ash snake, which can cause fires, but it is different from the nature of the "timed bomb/bomb" calculated by the time of the fire-tail snake. The big tail ignites everywhere.What's even more amazing is that the fire ash snake lays eggs and burns them all at once, and the fire-tailed mink can die as long as its life is still alive.So the Ministry of Magic had to promulgate a decree stipulating that raising fire-tailed minks and witches requires qualification examination, and private breeding is strictly prohibited.

This smuggler/criminal active in New York is no small feat.Phoebe originally thought that he might be similar to the ones he encountered before, just selling some good-looking and playful magical animals to Muggles, such as a mink that can be used as a parrot, or a domesticated cat. It turned out that this one was completely different. He didn't care that the animal he sold might hurt himself or someone else, maybe he didn't care, maybe he didn't know.

When it came to Fantastic Beasts, the Muggle police couldn't be involved, but Phoebe decided to find out more about the situation before reporting to the Magical Congress of America.She is one of the most talented researchers of magical animals for hundreds of years, and is proficient in their language, and is also very good at animal divination, so after bringing all kinds of practical potions and door keys, Newt has always been very Don't worry about letting her be alone.

Gryffindor's blood was on fire again, and Phoebe couldn't help saying, "I want to meet the gray cat and ask about this weird guy in person. Can you introduce me?"

Here it is again, those scrutinizing black eyes.

"Do you have any small fish?" After a while, the sparrow replied very rudely, "Gray cats don't talk to rude guests."

...are even cats so social now?

But anyway, Phoebe resigned to her fate, which is why she got up early this morning - the best dried fish in the neighborhood is at Poppi's Pet Store, which is dozens of miles away from the apartment, and she has to be early, cat owner Our shit shovel officers all get up early in the morning and line up in long lines.

After struggling to squeeze out of the crowd, smoothing out her burst/exploding hair, and smoothing it out with another spell, Phoebe took a taxi to South Street.The very punctual little sparrow is already squatting on a plane tree and waiting. To others, every sparrow may look exactly the same, but to her, they are very different, and there is absolutely no mistake.The equally social sparrow "Dicky" (Phoebe: not a bird's name at all!) inspects the cans and dried fish carefully, then smacks his lips enviously and leads the way.

Dizai is such a chatterbox, he sings while flying, and he is still as out of tune as he was last night.

"Humans are like monkeys, they have two feet; humans are like foxes, they have thousands of faces; but this one with curly hair is different, she can speak bird language!"

All kinds of small animals along the way were startled by the earth-shattering cry, and they poked their heads out of the cave one after another, looking here curiously.A chubby mouse stood by the sewer and shook its head, and the pet dogs in the park stretched the rope straight with their noses up, remembering the smell.Familiar birds chirped and sang, and suddenly someone thought of asking where they were going, and then they were frightened by the answer and flew around. They didn't see any hesitation, and disappeared with a sting.

It seems that the gray cat on South Street has a very good reputation, Phoebe, who was visited as a monkey, thought gloatingly.

The reputation of the gray cat is indeed very famous, and it is indeed a cat that looks very quack.

When Phoebe walked into the alley, her feet were slippery, and the moss on the ground was suddenly stepped on.The musty smell and the smell of hoarding garbage rushed into the tip of her nose at the same time, and the little witch, whose hairs were standing on end, subconsciously cast several air freshening spells before giving up.

The gray cat didn't move from the beginning to the end, just squatted on the lid of the trash can with its tail flicking.He is obviously old, one eye is blind, there is a gap in the left ear, the fur is not smooth, but bumpy, I don't know what prey he just caught, there is still some blood on the tips of the claws and beard.

The little sparrow landed familiarly on the dusty window sill next to the trash can.

The gray cat lazily licked its paws and gestured at it. "Boy, what did you bring the Twolegs to my door?"

Di Zai's neck hair stood up, and he said hurriedly, "This human has brought a gift and wants to ask about the strange man."

Unlike it further explained, the gray cat has already smelled the fragrance.

Phoebe put the food on the lid of the trash can with her green cat eyes. This bag cost her a lot of pocket money, which was a bit painful.But seeing the gray cat and Di Zai, who picks up scum, eat well, and because of her professionalism in shoveling shit for many years, she is also happy.

While happy, pay attention to the surrounding environment.The windows of the houses on either side of the alley were covered with dust, but a sunny room on the right was darker.She lightly tried to get a closer look, but the gray cat called out vigilantly, interrupting her pace.

"Don't come near," it said impatiently, "yesterday morning there was a brave little mouse running on the window sill, and I smelled it. Two-legged monsters can get so many guns, there are many tricks , if he finds out that you have been here, he will shoot you."

Di Zai ate so much that the voice he was about to translate sounded like a cricket.It didn't say a few words before Phoebe shook her head.

"I understand."

The language of cats is no more difficult to master than the language of birds, and it is an entry point for wizards who learn this way.

But for an animal, especially one in the Muggle world, that's pretty unusual.For a moment, even the gray cat looked at it with admiration, trying to make its ferocious face as pleasant as possible: "I also received the gift, you can ask whatever you want."

"Di Zai told me that the weirdo has a mink with a red tail, have you seen it?" Phoebe was not polite, and was the first to ask the most concerned question.

The gray cat thought for a while before answering: "I'm too lazy to talk to it, but I've seen it many times. The red butt is not like a mink, it's like a monkey, jumping up and down, jumping up and down on the windowsill every day. If you want to see it Just let the sparrow boy fly around the window a few times, the mink won't be able to sit still, so he has to come over and jump a few steps."

Phoebe's eyes turned to Dizzy, and the little sparrow flapped its wings and flew to the window on the other side of the house.When it flew back in a few minutes, Phoebe could hear movement in the house very clearly.

A ball of fiery red hit the glass with a "snap".

What a big mink.

"Jade Emperor, Queen Mother, save the mink!" It howled while jumping up, "The Yankees don't let the mink eat, and the Yankees keep the mink in the refrigerator, so Gada will freeze the mink to death!"

......

Is there a mistake, the accent is so foreign?

For a moment Phoebe felt like writing to Cho Chang-senpai.

For a brief moment Phoebe recalled the horror of being ruled by Indian sea snakes during her 13-year-old summer vacation.

But she could still calmly draw out her wand, signal that she was a wizard (the firetail's eyes lit up), and ask where it came from.

"The mink comes from the northeast." The mink who is called "Red Butt" said honestly, "The mink is hibernating under the armpit of the old dragon. The old dragon was caught by the British for some triwizard competition, and the mink is still asleep. I don’t know, no, I was arrested by someone else.”

"Do you remember what the man who got you looked like?" Phoebe asked again. "What did the man who sold you look like?"

Red Butt's eyeballs rolled. "I can't remember who caught it, but the seller is easy to recognize. He is not young, and his head is bald than the old dragon, and his subordinates call him 'Boss'." It seemed to find that it hadn't said anything useful, paused After a while, he added. "By the way, Diao doesn't know his name, but one of his subordinates is Mason, the other calls himself 'Thriller', and there is a big black guy with a stupid head."

"Mason?" Phoebe jotted down the name that most resembled her real name.

"Mason." Red Butt said with certainty, "The Yankees in this house seem to be planning to make trouble here soon."

"What is he going to do?" Phoebe, who lives nearby, should be very vigilant.

"Sable heard him calling someone, saying that he wanted to get rid of the Spider-Man who often appeared in Queens." Red Butt replied.