[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

When Peter knocked on the door, he saw the suitcase at a glance.

The brown retro suitcase looks like an antique that was popular in the last century, with brass-colored buckles, square corners, and good material.

But these elements are not enough to attract his attention in the first place. What attracts his attention is the blue line that jumps into the suitcase the moment the door is opened, which looks like the tail of something big.Peter suspected that he was dazzled, but his eyes couldn't help but always glanced at the box with the slits open.

There is also a crystal ball surrounded by white mist beside the box.

"Peter? What are you looking at?" Phoebe asked pretending to be puzzled.

The answer could not be clearer in her mind.

Just now the house was a mess, and the suitcase was even more messy.Angry Bowtruckles were throwing pine nuts and everything they could get at the brash firetailed marten when Phoebe exited the suitcase at the report of the magical visitor.

Red Butt accomplished a feat, covering his body with giant beetle dung balls within hours of being released, scaring a newborn baby jay-snake to scurry about, if not end up head-on It fell on the sleeping Australian Opaleye, and then was pressed heavily under the tail by the overturned fire dragon. It is probably still doing trouble at the moment.

The frightened bird-snake Angie almost flew completely out of the suitcase, and if it did land on the ground, it would have crushed the entire floor.

The knocking on the door continued, and Phoebe could only quickly comfort Angie, and then simply and roughly floated the small teapot beside the suitcase.

She was so nervous that she was sweating, "Forget it all" was on her lips, but fortunately, Angie shrank in after hesitating for a few seconds, and was moved into the box together with the teapot.

Someday I'm going to kill Red Ass, Phoebe thought grimly.

This expression made Peter, who was about to answer the question, subconsciously say "nothing".

The good student next door is wearing jeans, a white T-shirt, and a black schoolbag on his back today.As if he had just come back from outside, Phoebe caught a sharp glimpse of his heaving chest and the beads of sweat hanging from his temples.

"Would you like to come in and have a glass of water and rest? We can go later." She hesitated.

Peter shook his head, showing a shy smile.

So she went back to the coffee table and pressed the buckle of the suitcase hard, then picked up her backpack and went out, locking the door.

The supermarket is not too close to the apartment. Even though Phoebe has been thinking about the red butt that may be messing around in the suitcase again, Grandma Queenie’s confession is still in my ears, and Peter himself wants to take good care of this new neighbor and new classmate. After yesterday's embarrassing moment, the two of them were still chatting about each other.

"So you transferred from England, public high school or private high school?" Peter chose a relaxed and safe topic to start.

Phoebe replied uncertainly, "It should be considered a public high school."

She thought of her alma mater, Hogwarts. Although she was very angry at the pink toad/toad last semester, the happy memories were far greater than the unhappy ones, so she added: "She is the best school in the whole of England." .”

Although it is unlikely, but out of pride and sense of belonging, the students of each school are bragging that they are the best school in such and such area. Peter accepted this statement well and gave back a thing or two.

"Midtown High School of Science and Technology is also the best high school," he said.

It may be that Phoebe from the UK may not be familiar with the situation in the United States. He also listed some internationally renowned alumni, Howard Stark from Stark Industries, Professor Abraham, the inventor of the super soldier serum, and Dr. Bruce Banner . "Dr. Banner also came to the school to give a small-scale academic speech last year. He is not very good at communicating with people, but he is really a very knowledgeable person."

Howard Stark?

For a moment, Phoebe also wanted to list the famous alumni of her alma mater for him.

For example, Professor Dumbledore, who is the leader in the wizarding world, Professor Snape, who has been devoting himself to spraying venom for 15 years, and the leader of the cult/cult organization who can't even say his name.

But she resisted the urge to share, saying instead: "That sounds amazing."

"They will also invite some celebrities on the back-to-school day this year, and maybe you will be able to see Dr. Banner then." Peter further said.He really wanted to continue communicating with Dr. Banner, but the organizer was very strict in this regard. The doctor seemed to be in poor health. Every time he came to communicate, only a very small number of students who performed well were allowed to attend the lecture. There is always a large number of security personnel patrolling.

He kicked the stone absently, but he didn't expect the other party to ask an unexpected question.

"Back to school?"

Peter froze for a moment before realizing it.

"I almost forgot that British secondary schools don't have homecoming days," he said, before explaining enthusiastically, "on homecoming days, famous alumni come back, it's cool, it's basically a carnival. They don't tell you Is it? I thought that transfer students would receive a docking manual or something, explaining the specifics of courses and activities.”

Phoebe was dumbfounded, of course she had received and read the manual, and even spent the whole summer vacation writing to Hermione, trying to figure out many common sense issues.After all, Midtown High School is a school that gifted children like to go to, and it is completely different from ordinary public high schools.Obviously, the Magic Council considered the status of "wizard" to be a genius trait, and arranged her here with a swipe of a pen.

_(:з」∠)_I hope that time can start again.

It was already hard enough, but Peter thought about it and gave her another fatal blow——

"By the way, there are chemistry tests and algebra tests at the beginning of school. I can lend you my notes if you need them."

......

What?

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Probably because of the tragic expression on Phoebe's face, Peter couldn't help asking, "You studied chemistry in England, right?"

You are joking? !Of course I didn't learn it! ! !

"Well," Phoebe, who was roaring wildly in her heart, replied firmly, "Some classes require us to make some potions or something."

Thinking of Professor Snape's black face, the little witch still has a sympathy for her. One day when the professor was in a bad mood, she even announced that everyone would try the antidote she made by herself after class, scaring the timid students on the spot. His face turned pale.

She probably said it out loud.

"What?" Peter thought he hadn't heard clearly.

"I mean . . . making chemicals."

"Your chemistry teacher poisoned you?"

"I'm kidding," Phoebe said dryly.

......

Thanks again for the embarrassing education of Gryffindor, Phoebe still cheered up in this case and changed the subject. "Aunt May said you were a superhero fan?"

She was right, and Peter's expression suddenly changed from doubt to joy. "I have a full collection of Crackling Heroes! New York is awesome, it has the best superheroes, I mean, I know Metropolis and Gotham have their own superheroes too, but who else is better than the Avengers Are they better? Not even Superman. By the way, do you know Superman? He voted and defeated the captain in the Premier League last year, and it seems that there are many admirers." Peter grimaced.

"No I don't like him," Phoebe replied emphatically.

"...Okay, what about Iron Man? Captain America?"

"I'm not very familiar with them." The little witch said honestly, "but I definitely don't like Spider-Man."

For a moment, Peter's expression resembled that poisoned emoji.

"Why?" he asked in surprise, and then seemed to realize that he was overreacting, and cleared his throat to try to remedy it. "I mean, Spider-Man is quite famous in Queens these days, isn't he? The audience on Youtube is also I like him a lot."

"When I was about to graduate from the first grade, I saw spiders the size of a washbasin crawling in groups in the castle." Phoebe couldn't bear to recall, "Can you imagine that scene? From the ceiling to the wall to the floor It's acromantia, curtains, carpets, chairs, and even tables."

? ? ? ? ?

Peter's heart is broken.

He comforted himself, since there are mutants and superheroes in the world, it is not incomprehensible that there is a weird school where a spider mania breaks out...

Weird.

What is an eight-eyed spider? !

What's more, a spider the size of a washbasin? !

This problem bothered him, until they walked into the supermarket, bought what they needed in the supermarket, and went out with their own shopping bags, he was still in a state of wandering.Phoebe also realized that she had said the wrong thing, so she didn't dare to say anything more along the way.

They just walked home in silence.

The neighborhood is always full of people, and there have been some open-air events recently, making the flow of people even bigger.

When the two of them came to a fairly spacious small square, for some reason, Peter's spider sense suddenly sounded the alarm in his heart, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Peter looked around, and within a few seconds he found the source of this sense of danger—a middle-aged white man was walking unsteadily at the other end of the square.He is very obese, with a blood-red face, holding a wine bottle in his left hand and a gun in his right!

He subconsciously grabbed Phoebe's arm, who was still walking forward.

Peter was not the only one who noticed something unusual. Americans were very sensitive to guns, and soon some pedestrians exclaimed, and the crowd in the square began to commotion.

If Phoebe didn't know what happened at the beginning, she also looked serious now, and even reflexively said "armor protection" when the first shot was fired.It's a pity that Peter was checking the nearby terrain that could be avoided, but he didn't find any clues.

The sound of gunfire was like water being poured into a frying pan, and the crowd exploded, running desperately in all directions.The alcoholic with the gun seemed to be aroused by this scene with all his ferocity. His fat face was still tense when he accidentally fired the first shot, but now it is covered by excitement and hostility.He raised his gun and shot aimlessly, laughed from time to time, and poured wine into his mouth.

"Call the police." Phoebe said nervously, clenched her right hand.

"What?" Peter was looking left and right, hoping to find an opportunity for him to leave here and change into his battle uniform, and he reacted for a while when he heard this.

Phoebe begins to wonder who the Muggles are.

"Call the police!" she urged again.

Now Peter understood, but he didn't move.Spiderman's senses are more sensitive, and he has already heard some pedestrians call the police, but Phoebe doesn't know.At this time, the sounds of exclamation, crying, calling for relatives and lovers, and chaotic footsteps have converged into a torrent.

The square was exposed and the shooter was too close to them.

Phoebe began to hesitate.

She couldn't stand by and watch these innocent people being killed right in front of her eyes.

"It's too late." Peter suddenly pulled her arm and backed away, squatting down beside a row of cars.

His whole face was puckered together.

Phoebe's heart was also beating violently, but she was not in bad shape after having experienced more dangerous scenes.She cleared her throat, and was about to comfort the neighbor, but at this moment, Peter suddenly yelled exaggeratedly, and then ran out without looking back.

Wait, what the hell? !

Phoebe poked her head out in a hurry, and saw him running wildly with a pale face, almost running towards the dead corner in a panic, miraculously dodging a few bullets while running.

......

The little witch gritted her teeth.

Due to the Cooling and Warming Charms, wizards don't wear extreme clothes most of the time, and Phoebe wears long sleeves in summer, partly because she doesn't feel hot, and partly because it's so convenient to carry her wand with her.Wizards who travel around all the year round like to buy wand covers for themselves. Phoebe's is a bit special. It is woven by herself from the fluff shed by snowball beasts. It is very soft and has almost no feeling when it is tied on the arm.

In the first course of "D·A", Harry emphasized not to put the wand in his trouser pocket (his painful lesson), but to put it where he could get it easily, and Phoebe took it very seriously.The right hand, which was holding the tip of the wand, shook somehow, and the whole wand slid off the cover and fell into his hand.

Twelve and a quarter inches long, English oak, unicorn hair, flexible and bendable.

This wand has been with Phoebe for four years, and it is as flexible as her hand.

Her gaze scanned the surroundings calmly, and when she noticed that there were surveillance cameras on the side of the street, she acted more cautiously.

For wizards, it is easy to forget about Muggles, but if they are photographed by a cold machine, there will be countless troubles.

When her eyes slid to the right, she suddenly paused——

Dizai is on top of the street lamp.

The little sparrow jumped up and down, and there was a little blue macaw squatting beside it.Di Zai was so anxious that he exploded, and the parrot took his beak to comb the fluffy feathers without delay.The birdsong sounded a little rushed to others, but it sounded very distinct to the little witch.

Dizai was calling her name.

Phoebe whispered a hearing-enhancing spell.

"Help me, Big T!" Di Zai slapped his partner's wings.

The macaw named "Big T" was carefully inspecting its paws when it was bumped by Di Zai, and it fell headlong with a "crack" and slid down the awning of the coffee shop.Not only is the shape messed up, but the newly combed neck hair has also turned into an explosive head.

Di Zai flew onto Phoebe's shoulder, looking very worried at his companions who were flying around in the strafing.

"Big T knows guns." It said softly, "His master is a rich man from the oil country, and the rich man plays with guns."

The intermittent gunfire was getting closer.

"It's not a machine gun, luckily," Phoebe analyzed, "but we don't know how many bullets he has."

She looked expectantly at the newly posed macaw.

Big T straightened his chest.

It raised its head and said arrogantly: "Poor ghost, GLOCK19, 33 rounds of extended magazines, I only heard sixteen or seventeen gunshots, he still has many opportunities."

Phoebe finally made up her mind. She focused on the gun in the gangster's hand, then clenched her wand tightly and flicked her wrist lightly.

But at this moment, a madman in red tights suddenly rushed down from the roof with spider threads, kicked the shooter to the side, and then flew out a few tangles of spider threads to quickly tie him up.

Phoebe watched the accident happen, but the spell was already on her lips, and she had no time to react—

"GLOCK19 is coming."

! ! ! ! !

□□Slides a graceful curve...and falls into Phoebe's hands.

Spider-Man with a gunslinger.

Phoebe has a gun.

Spider-Man looks at Phoebe.

Phoebe looked at Spider-Man.

Amidst the cheers of the crowd flocking to Spider-Man, Phoebe murmured to Spider-Man's pajama-like suit:

"Maybe he... slipped his hand?"