[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

No one knows what kind of storm Ned faced that day. The only thing people know is that in a corner of a New York tabloid, a good reporter reported on the mental health problems of students in Queens. "In broad daylight and bright sky, there are middle school students blatantly dancing topless on the roof of the building. It shows that young people in New York are under great pressure to go to school. It should attract the attention of relevant departments."

Putting aside the report that this paper was reduced to a joke, to Spider-Man, his neighbor just went out for a quick trip, and when he returned, his angry face turned calm, and even a little smug.

At this time, the little spider who had begun to have the attributes of a future wife and slave complained in his heart, but chose to ignore it on the surface.He wouldn't say that Phoebe's happy look made him a little happy too. (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

But, of course, things have never been completely smooth in the world. The little witch was complacent, but she still had to submit to the laws of nature and brought a piece of bad news——

Grandpa Newt and Grandma Tina call her back to her hometown to do trouble.

"You must be joking." Peter sighed, "Isn't it true? Are they calling you back to the wizarding world?"

Although Phoebe was a bit reluctant, it was not incomprehensible. Instead, she turned to comfort her neighbor: "The mysterious man has been rubbing other people on the ground these past few months, and the headmaster's hair is going to fall out of worry." , if you were him, would you be in a hurry?"

Peter, whose hairline was cueed, turned black, and he almost wrote clearly on his face, "It's fine if the relationship line I just started was interrupted by a messy Bible story, and it's fine if the magic world popped up to intervene. At such a time, it can be swept by the tail of the typhoon!"

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Barry passing by quickly fished an apple from the plate.

After a long time, Peter, who had turned into a statue, focused his eyes and asked weakly: "But they called you...why did they call you? Didn't it mean that there are a bunch of powerful old mages in the magic world now?" Is it? Besides, you didn’t show any supernatural powers in front of them, did you…”

Phoebe's face darkened now, and she gritted her teeth. "Just as you don't have the guts to show up in front of Aunt May, I don't dare to show up with my family...but Tom actually wrote to my family saying that I helped solve the big crisis in New York. At this moment I Grandma is going crazy at home, I heard that she beat up Grandpa Newt who sent me here, and threatened to throw the Nixiu, which the family has raised for decades, into the dragon's lair to feed the dragon."

Speaking of this, the little witch restrained the black air on her face, and even showed a half-mysterious smile.

Peter: "..."

The little witch admired the confused and unpredictable expression on his face for a while, and then paused for a while before continuing.

"About Sniff...you don't know how much that thing is. Tell you a story. When I was in my third year, there was a Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts, and the school's hero, Harry Potter, He specially invited me to attend the ball with him. Although Harry has inherited the vaults of Potter's house and Black's house, he is different from ordinary rich kids. He is very innocent and doesn't say a word in front of girls... ...But guess what? The innocent boy gave me a brooch for the first time that day."

Peter moved uneasily on his seat, and countless thoughts raced through his mind, only to feel a line of blood-red characters descending from the sky - "I can't find a girlfriend this year".

...Harry Potter might be my nemesis in hits.

Phoebe didn't notice his movements, but continued to recall with her head on her head: "Although the brooch is really ugly when I think about it now, it was still a meaningful souvenir at the time. It was a gift from the savior, let alone a legend. As a family heirloom for ten or eight generations, even if it is placed on the cabinet to look at... As a result, within half an hour after I got home from the holiday, the brooch was stolen by Xixiu."

"Why don't you give it back?" Peter was obviously still immersed in fairytale terms such as "Hogwarts", "Triwizard Tournament", "Warrior" and "Savior", subconsciously following the She is picking up the words.

Phoebe sneered. "You think I haven't tried it?" she said, "I held that thing's legs shaking for a long time, and I almost shook it to death, but it would rather die than submit. Now it's all right, Grandma Tina is going to throw it into the dragon's lair If I can miss this kind of performance, I will take my head off and kick it like a ball."

Or pluck the wings off to stuff the duvet.

This reason seemed strong enough that Peter could only say "Oh" in silence, thinking about the possibility of following in his mind.

Although there are always a few times a month that he will be in a situation where he doesn't know whether to thank Mr. Stark or pluck Mr. Stark's beard, but the facts have proved that Mr. Stark is not generally reliable when it comes to critical moments .

As a research madman who is full of curiosity about the magic world and can't get away from himself, Iron Man casually threw out a stack of observation items that needed to be filled out like a check, and then gave Spider-Man a card guaranteed by several alliance veterans. A pass that was just picked out from the Magic Congress.

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A few days later, Hogsmeade Village, Honeydukes Candy Shop.

Harry Potter stood in front of the magic poster blowing the trumpet and pushed his glasses.The Honeydukes Candy Shop has recently made a new batch of candies with a variety of styles. Even the pickiest little wizards can't conscience say that they are not good. The result is that there are huge crowds of people every Hogsmeade week.

After No.30 was stepped on the back of his feet three times, the savior could hardly control his urge to look up to the sky and sigh.

Under this kind of crowd attack, he had completely lost his confidence in lining up for Ron, so he grabbed a handful of candy and stuffed it into a brown paper bag, then held the paper bag and tiptoed to the counter to pay the bill like a ballet dancer.This journey is like going through five levels and killing six generals. When he really squeezed to the counter and paid the bill, Harry Potter, the killer of the slicer and the savior of the world, felt that he was almost a useless person.

After walking out of the candy store, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But he soon realized that the relief was too early.

I saw a pretty little girl holding an umbrella standing across the street. She was wearing a long skirt, and her soft brown hair fell on her shoulders like a cloud.Beside the little girl was a big boy with one hand in his pocket. It was raining lightly outside, but he refused to stand under the umbrella. It seemed that his companion had said a few words, so he had to put the hat of the sweater on his back. A kick on the head.

The Savior was at the gate of the Honeydukes Candy Store.

"Harry!"

The little girl, Phoebe, gave a cry of joy.

Eyes flew over from all directions, openly or secretly, some with friendliness, some with curiosity, some with deep scrutiny and malice.

The big boy in the sweater rubbed his toes on the ground, took out his hands from his pockets, and stood under the umbrella.