[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

The shooter got orders to kill Spider-Man?

This is undoubtedly explosive news.

At this moment, Grandma Tina's "kind" exhortation sounded in Phoebe's mind before she left-"If you have any major problems, you must contact the Magic Congress. Whatever is difficult or troublesome, you can't solve it anyway." You can just leave everything there, and the favors owed by Congress to your grandfather can go from Hogwarts to Ilvermorny."

In the eyes of the little witch, the recovery of the fire-tailed sable is not a big deal, but it must be a super big deal that the suspected magic-related person intends to assassinate the recently famous superhero, and it is difficult, troublesome and impossible to solve.

At that moment, with a straight face, she turned around and left without hesitation.

This surprised the eager fire-tailed mink.

"Hey! Where are you going!" Red Butt held Erkang's hand on the window, "Hey! Don't go! Diao is very capable! Aren't you a weirdo? Diao can play Infernal Affairs, they are all gangsters , This trick is very familiar! Hey! Don't go!"

From its fluffy face and small round eyes, there is a strong sense of gangsters.

The gray cat was so irritated by this picture that in order to save its only eye, it jumped a few steps onto the pile of debris, and quickly rolled over to the balcony on the second floor.

When Red Butt got to the point where "the mink is very smart at work, keep a fire and burn it clean", Phoebe searched around the vicinity, and finally pouted and removed the girdle of the dried fish paper bag, and put the broken pieces on the ground. The stone turned into a pencil, and began to write with a swish.

"What are you doing?" Di Zai covered his ears with his wings and blinked his eyes curiously.

"Report."

said Phoebe quietly.

After she finished writing the last line, she first turned the stone back and put it away, then she didn't know what to think, and looked Di Zai up and down.

The little sparrow subconsciously stood up straight.

Phoebe pondered for a moment, then said, "Do you have any friends who fly faster?"

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

It's not just piercing the heart, it's almost piercing through.

"Yes." Di Zai nodded sadly.

......

The Magic Congress of America's Office of Domestic Security Management is probably the busiest department in the entire Congress.

The functions of this department are somewhat similar to the No-Maj Police Department and the Auror Division of the British Ministry of Magic. They not only need to go out every day to solve a large number of potential dangers that may endanger the safety of wizards and No-Maj, but also accept reports from all wizards in the United States. letter.

Tom is one of the permanent staff in the office, and his desk needs to be baptized by hundreds of owls every day.This job is easy to say, but difficult to say. When he first started working, he went home every day with a head full of bird feathers and even other unknown objects. I just adapted to the environment and transformed into a veteran driver. The rows of owl feed and "cat shopping" list in the belly of the table are iron proof.

But solving the bird's problem was only the first step to work, and he had to learn how to read the really useful content from the letter.

Tom once received a danger analysis that was longer than a No-Maj University paper (seriously suspecting that the sender is a sleazy British wizard, and may also have persecution paranoia), and suspected that there was a nest of biting vixen in the trash can under the apartment building son.

It's nothing more than being suspicious, and people have to reason and verify the problem.Quoting all kinds of magical literature, calculating all kinds of data, and listing all kinds of signs. Good Shoes picked up his wand and went downstairs to take a look at the bucket lid.

So the animal experts finally took out a stray dog ​​from the trash can without any surprises. This shivering little thing later became the favorite dog of the Auror team leader, because of his calm face in the face of all kinds of magic, Everyone calls it "The Baron Not Surprised".

The long texts were a pain in the ass, but they were nothing compared to anything else Tom had ever received.

He has received scented letterheads, and romantic French witches never forget to spray perfume even when they are surrounded by a few American wolves in a tree house;

Received pieces of clothing with handwriting so scrawled that it took a spell to read, and the Aurors found the hapless guy in a No-Maj shelter;

I also received a piece of toilet paper that was torn off casually. Its owner was blocked by a large-mouthed eagle that roamed in the mobile toilet for three hours.

Sometimes I think my people are fools--Tom thought desperately.

What's more desperate is that although it's stupid, when you think about it carefully, you still feel that it's very refreshing and refined...

This kind of high-intensity destructive blow has exercised his psychological quality. Every office messenger has a big heart, so today even though the corners of Tom's mouth started to twitch, he still tenaciously held on.

The wizards all over the office are watching a big beautiful bird.

A bald eagle with an unhappy face.

Tom rubbed his eyes, and rubbed again, and realized that it wasn't really an owl flying overhead, but a non-magical bald eagle.The bird of prey, which was one meter long and had a wingspan of more than two meters, descended from the ceiling. Its claws were like hooks, glowing with a cold light.

(Di Zai: They all said that there are birds on me!)

When it hovered and landed on the table, Tom raised his wand and leaned forward, only then did he get a glimpse of something strange.

The bald eagle has sharp eyes and looks very spiritual. More importantly, it has a guiding spell cast by a wizard on its body, allowing it to temporarily have the ability to travel through the magic world and find its way to the Congress to deliver letters.

After all, it is the national bird of the United States. After carefully removing the letter, Tom habitually took out the luxurious limited edition owl food he treasured.

The big bird with a mocking face condescendingly pecked twice, and a young man who was new to work was selected, and he was going to let him out through the zenith of the messenger in a while.Several wizards have already pulled out their phones and started taking pictures, one or two even uploaded to the social network of the American wizarding community.

"Look who sent the letter! [Facepalm]#国鸟##奇迹的一日##加工快乐#”

Tom felt that the phone could hardly be held down in his pocket, but he was on official business, so he could only quickly spread out the piece of cardboard that still smelled like fish, and he had already predicted in his heart that some big-name aristocratic pet store would not Be careful with reports of dangerous magical animals.

Sixty percent of his attention was still on the bird, and three percent of his attention was on being jealous of his companion, so he just casually looked at——

Then he stormed out of the office waving the note.

In this short note, Phoebe played down the process of retrieving the firetail mink, just made a brief report, and then kindly mentioned that New Yorkers' new favorite Spider-Man may be in danger, and the source of this danger is suspected to be related to The wizarding world is inextricably linked.

Now that the issue was completely left to Congress, she could focus on her own business and let the Aurors burn their asses.

At least for now, Phoebe holding the mink thinks so, and does the same.

Although I didn't enter the house for safety, but after careful inspection, I opened the window with a lock spell and a cleaning spell to eliminate the traces. Phoebe easily fished out the red butt, and thoughtfully pasted New York's "Pet Regulations" on the apartment window. Prohibition of Keeping Dangerous Animals, and stating that the money he lost will be returned in full after the smugglers and traffickers are found out - whether it goes to prison or elsewhere is a matter for the Department of Magical Creatures Regulation and Control .

The progress bar of work in New York has moved forward for her. Although she doesn't know where the end is, at least she has made a good start.

Get rid of troubles and relax.

Phoebe was in a good mood, and said goodbye to Di Zai before leaving: "If you have any other news, keep an eye out. I will exchange small dried fish and take orders."

Di Zai winked at her, very agile.

Afterwards, the little witch cleaned out a new feed bag, and then cast the freezing week and heat preservation spell familiarly, and then covered the fire-tailed marten inside, stuffing the whole thing into a brown paper bag.

"You're killing the mink!" Red Butt howled terribly when he was huddled together.

Phoebe was very dexterous with her hands, and with a few strokes, she wrapped her tail under her belly to prevent burning through the paper bag in case the spell failed.

"Be patient, I will let you live in a big house when I go back." She said while rolling, "If Muggles see us along the way, both of us will be invited to the Magic Congress. I plan to go to China next year to search for rare magical animals. Whether you choose to live in a big house and be sent back, or to be sent back with a bottle of hypnotic potion, you choose."

Is this still an option?

Seconds later, Phoebe had the most dog-legged look she'd ever seen a firetailed marten.

"Will I be able to eat enough if I walk with you?" Red Butt asked eagerly.

"And let you burn down my grandma's house? Dreaming." The little witch replied coldly.

Red Butt raised its paw resentfully.

With a final spell on the outside of the bag to turn the plastic bag into a black nylon bag, Phoebe nodded in satisfaction.She tucked the nylon bag under her arm as naturally as possible, and walked quickly home.

There was still a lingering fragrance in the paper bag containing the dried fish, and the red butt was drooling and humming in the bumps, and then he just closed his eyes and learned the scriptures of the old dragon.

So fragrant...  

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Laolong sincerely does not deceive me, human beings like sweet torture.

Phoebe didn't care about its many twists and turns, and smuggled the magical animal home peacefully along the way, and then carried the bag and put it in the suitcase.