[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

Of course Peter Parker didn't come over, and neither did Phoebe.

She stood there and recalled the little things that happened in her past life, and deeply felt that she might be the stupidest witch in history.But then again, she comforted herself in her heart, even if Peter's doubts seemed as bright as a light bulb now, who would suddenly think of taking off his vest when he had nothing to do with Spider-Man?Wouldn't it be nice to have that time to pick up Superman or Batman?

Spider-Man was on the phone under the mask with a frowning face. If he heard such an argument, he would probably want to hit someone every minute.

Phoebe, who didn't know anything, looked at Spider-Man, who didn't know anything, and called hopefully. However, the person who answered the phone didn't seem to care, and hung up without saying a few words.She thought about her very reliable contacts and classmates, and suddenly felt satisfied that she had been cured.

She didn't start home until the police took the robbers away and Spider-Man left.

Not daring to use Apparation for fear of being separated directly, Phoebe had to walk slowly with her red butt in her arms, wondering what the ingredients in this bottle of red potion were along the way.On the seventh floor, the elevator door opened, and Ned ran into him head-on. The little fat man covered his forehead with one hand and pressed his chest with the other, with a mysterious face, as if he was about to have a heart attack.

"Ned, what's the matter with you?" she asked in horror.

However, all the answers the other party gave her were: "Hey, hey, hey~"

"......How are you?"

"I just encountered the most exciting thing in my life. Peter turned out to be a friend of Spider-Man..., my God, can you believe it?!" Ned's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, I can't believe it at all," said Phoebe enigmatically.

She prayed for Peter not very sincerely in her heart, hoping that he would not be so miserable that he lost his vest twice in one day.

......

"Phoebe, we only talked a few hours ago." Hermione said immediately after flipping up the double-sided mirror. From the background, they were obviously still in the common room, with that "over and over" that is typical of papers, "still How many?" Painful voices kept coming and going.

The little witch leaned on the huge dragon-shaped pillow and raised her hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'm sorry to bother you to catch up on your papers, but I just went out and made a new discovery." She shook the bottle of red potion in her hand. "The blood of the Riem cow is a rare commodity even in the wizarding world, and it is very difficult to get. A few muggles who robbed banks just now had a bottle, and my firetail marten told me about the weapons these muggles are holding. It was also sold by the Fantastic Beasts smuggler."

"So this is a large wizarding Muggle gang, we know, and then?" Ron copied a large paragraph from the textbook, biting the tip of his quill.

"Ron, I'm a Scamander. When I say it's very rare, it means it's really very rare. It's the kind of rarity that money can't buy."

The Reem cattle are a giant cattle unique to the Far East and a few regions in North America, and their settlements are usually in the wilderness.In recent years, because of its golden fur and blood that can greatly increase human strength, it has been slaughtered by poachers, and none of the original ethnic groups survive.It was also because of the rarity that Ruiem's ​​cattle blood was priceless, even if you had a lot of Galleons in your pocket, you might not be able to find a bottle in Knockturn Alley.

Ron didn't get it yet, but apparently Harry did.

"The last time I was in Professor Dumbledore's office, I heard that Voldemort seems to have received a lot of financial support." He paused, and then added, "Draco told me that the wealth of a few pure-blood families is not enough Support his frequent activities."

Phoebe didn't notice at all that the name stopped frightening her, but noticed something else. "Draco? Has the Malfoy family changed their stance? Are you going to 'abandon the dark and turn to the light' again?"

Hermione gave a short laugh at the meaning of her words.

"It's complicated," she explained, "Lucius Malfoy is still a supporter of You-Know-Who, but little Malfoy has recently sent out a lot of information while confronting Harry. Professor Dumbledore guessed that someone instructed him to That's what he does. It's very Slytherin to not put all your eggs in one basket and start looking for lifeboats when the ship is out at sea."

"If they are read by Legilimency, they will die."

"I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will help with that."

"Sounds like something he would do," Phoebe finally nodded. "Although Senior Malfoy has a bad mouth and a bad temper, and his catchphrase is my dad, he probably wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken, so he wants him for food." The Dead Apostle really made things difficult for him."

Harry, Hermione, Ron: ...You have a point that I can't argue with.

"Okay, let's get down to business. This is the Riem cattle in North America. Only the blood here is sweet. I will find time to go to Fisher Square to see if I can get some news." After she conveyed the news Just about to end the conversation, "If you meet Professor Dumbledore, don't forget to mention this matter. If you follow my grandfather's way, he will definitely not allow me to take care of this matter. At that time, he and grandma were trying to kill me Sent to America."

Still didn't escape.

Harry had written a long time ago to warn her that Voldemort's minions were slaying demons in North America, and even the saints were about to move.No matter what the newspapers say about Grindelwald being imprisoned, no one who knows anything will believe that shit.Not only is Grindelwald alive and well, but he is also walking free outside of prison.If saints or death eaters sell magical animals and derivatives to make a fortune, it is likely to be a precursor to a decisive battle.

"May Merlin bless you," said Hermione.

"May Merlin bless you," Phoebe murmured.

......

It turned out that she really dreamed of Merlin again that night.

The old man first showed his back, and turned around when he heard the noise.

"You showed up that day, didn't you?" Phoebe panted heavily. This dream was too realistic. The magic factor around Merlin made her feel a little uncomfortable. "I heard a voice talking about fate."

"Fate is a piece of shit," Merlin said.

"A long, long time ago, the messenger of God traveled among human beings, teaching them magic, astrology, meteorology, Feng Shui and all the knowledge they need. The angel Raziel recorded 1500 esoteric knowledge after the creation of the world in " In the Book of the Angel Raziel, it was passed on to Adam. God sent down guardian angels to observe the operation of the new civilization. Agneo is one of them, and she is in charge of all the magic and temptations of the world. Uriel is in charge of Retribution, the gates of hell, and the mysteries."

"Although Uriel has always denied that he performed 'little tricks of magic', it is an indisputable fact that its power and Agneo's power converge. Now, these powers belong to you." Merlin smiled ,"destiny."

"Under the action of some will, the glory of the two angels concentrated on you and entrusted you with a great mission." He further explained, "Usually this kind of 'good thing' will not happen, but when it When it happens and you do have more power, don't get too excited, kid."

"Don't get too excited, you know something shittier is going to happen. It's always like this, when you make a few good friends, you'll be betrayed by them; when you've had a good time, Immediately there's trouble; when you find a soul mate and click, he's dead."

Phoebe swallowed. Although it was very inappropriate, her mind was now full of Merlin's gossip page in the Daily Prophet.

"The way most people accept fate is like a patient waiting for his biopsy report, but no matter how reluctant you are, you can only accept it. Because no matter how hard you try to change, what should come will always come."

"What does fate want me to do, end the apocalypse?" she asked.

Merlin nodded curtly.

"Where's Voldemort?" The name slipped to her lips, and Phoebe was surprised to find herself saying it.

"It's a fool, but I can handle it." Merlin said bluntly, and even sighed, "Death Eaters, Order of the Phoenix, why do you want to throw this on me? People like a high school student club? Compared to Dumbledore who thinks he is smart, Tom Riddle is more stupid, he thinks he can manipulate the existence whose power is completely above him."

"I thought wizards didn't believe in God." Phoebe was finally convinced of what "existence" he'd been alluding to.

"On the contrary, a wizard is a person who has magical powers due to God's blessing. Even 1000 years ago, Satan's tentacles were everywhere." Merlin smiled slightly, "Unfortunately, in this world, God has been away for too long, Archangel They control all the channels of order to the next. When I say Archangel, I almost mean Michael. Gabriel has disappeared for many years, Lucifer is in hell, Raphael dare not stand up to Micah Le's order. This apocalypse is almost a farce of the war between Michael and Lucifer."

Phoebe was surprised to find herself accepting these facts well enough to drive any Christian mad, perhaps because she had been brought up to believe in Merlin, and everything Merlin said was the truth?

But this old man really looks completely different from the portrait in Chocolate Frog.

Merlin studied her from under the brim of his dirty hat.

"End this farce, and I will also end this farce in the wizarding world."

The author has something to say: Cleaning Xiaomei: Fuck fate!But I still have to fool others into believing in fate_(:з」∠)_