[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

Peter Parker, Spider-Man, an outstanding student at Midtown Science and Technology High School, and Phoebe's neighbor, encountered the biggest challenge in his life today.

This is the first time Peter has met a hero of his own age.

The young man in front of him who strode forward looked not a few years older than him, and he was not much taller than him, but there was a lingering bitterness and tenacity in his brows, as if he had experienced life and death, great sorrow Overjoyed, like a tree that has been toppled by the wind but never broken, its branches are not yet strong, but it has already begun to carry the fate of the entire forest on its shoulders.

Savior.

he thought.

Such a sacred name, like a halo, like a curse, floated on the young man's head, fate grabbed his Achilles heel, those who loved him wanted to protect him from harm, and those who hated him wanted to protect him from harm. Shoot down the Son of God.

With longing or loathing, his name was being uttered from one end of the street to the other.

"Harry Potter."

Peter let out a long breath, and took the umbrella from Phoebe.

"Harry!"

Phoebe called again.

Harry stepped over the last few pools and stood still in front of them. His green eyes watched over him. He first softly looked at the little girl he hadn't seen for a long time, and then walked up and down Peter. After a while, he showed a smile.

"How did you come?"

"Why," Phoebe feigned irritation, "didn't my grandfather and Professor Dumbledore tell you I'm coming back?"

Mentioning the name of the old headmaster, Harry immediately felt sad. "Do you remember the letter I wrote to you earlier? Mr. Scamander has been helping Professor Dumbledore to heal, but he privately revealed that the professor's time is running out, and even Merlin is helpless against this curse." .”

"Too bad." Phoebe pursed her lips, thinking about the possibility of curing the old headmaster.But she didn't say anything, but changed the subject first, pushing the little spider beside her forward. "This is Peter Parker, the one I wrote to you about."

Harry gave a dazed expression.

I don't know what the other party understands, and the little spider is scratching his heart, but he still remembers that it is this guy, this well-known public male god in the magic world, who once gave Phoebe a brooch, asking him to hide in the hidden world. It would be better to let him be a test subject for Mr. Stark than to lose face in front of his rival in love.

But he was sad and angry in his heart, but his face showed extraordinary expression, and he didn't show it at all. Instead, he greeted Harry politely and greeted each other.

Once they finished their pleasantries, Phoebe once again took over the conversation.

"Aren't Ron and Hermione here?" She motioned the two boys to follow towards the Hogsmeade exit, asking as she walked, "And Draco, I remember the last time you wrote me that he The situation is bad, how bad is it?"

"How could it be worse, I think Voldemort would like the ferret to kneel at his feet and kiss the hem of his robe tomorrow. That guy has been going crazy lately, seeing me every day is like seeing an enemy—"

"To a certain extent, that's true." Phoebe interrupted him, "Lucius is in prison in Azkaban right now, don't forget him."

Harry suddenly coughed a few times as if he was choking.

"Besides, after all these years, when did he see you as an enemy? If I bet on when you can shake hands and make peace at the opening of Hogwarts, no one will come to bet." Phoebe touched jaw.

The cough became louder.

"Okay, stop pretending, I know good old Potter is going to save the lost boy again." Phoebe glared at him.

Harry stopped pretending, his steps slowed down, and he was unconsciously tearing at the paper bag of candies in his hands, looking a little downcast.

"I saw Merlin."

Phoebe was a little surprised, but thinking about the old man whom he had met twice, he felt that it was only natural for him to come out to give Harry some advice in the face of an enemy in the wizarding world.

"Merlin taught me something," continued Harry, "'All great change requires sacrifice'..."

"Sounds like a style Professor Dumbledore admired in his early years," interjected Phoebe.

"...'But remember to always protect what's important to you'."

"If Chief Draco heard you say that, he'd probably be 'happy' enough to throw you into the Black Lake, Potter stinky shit." Phoebe joked, but quickly returned to seriousness, " I know you want to protect every classmate around you, but war is war, and now that Voldemort is so powerful, instead of worrying about whether you can save one or two classmates from his hands, you should think about how to solve the problem fundamentally. "

"Do you think I'm unprepared?" Harry couldn't help rolling his eyes when he was pulled out of his gloomy mood.

He rolled up his two sleeves, revealing the bruises underneath. Originally, such marks had hardly appeared on him since Sirius threatened Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon in the third grade. Unexpectedly, in the sixth grade Have to experience it again.

"Master Merlin trained you very badly." Phoebe laughed.

They were walking the road from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts, and Peter listened silently along the way, occasionally giving his companion a hand when they passed the waterhole.On his waist is also pinned the recording device that Mr. Stark reminded him to bring before he set off, and he recorded some situations in the wizarding world while walking.

Harry's attention was also drawn.

"Did the Avengers do this?"

"You know the Avengers?" Peter asked in surprise.

"What?" Harry raised his eyebrows. "Do you think I'm the kind of wizard who completely cut off contact with the Muggle world? I was raised in London when I was a child, and I didn't enter the magic school until I was 11."

The savior omitted the story of dealing with the Dark Lord for almost a year later, he would have enjoyed it, but a certain archangel who was about to move really wanted to tear him down.

I saw Phoebe turned to the little spider, and said very seriously: "Give up, Peter, Harry likes Superman, if there is a vote for Zhenglian and Avengers, he will vote for Zhenglian without hesitation." .”

Harry: "..."

Peter: The Friendly Stare.jpg

"He also wears the same red underwear as Superman."

Harry: "..."

Peter: Wait!How did you know? ! !

Phoebe happily admired the changing expressions on the faces of the two teenagers, and then brushed off her clothes to hide her achievements and fame.

......

The last conversation was too lethal, until the three of them walked into the principal's office, the two boys still looked out of their minds.Dumbledore wiped his glasses, wiped them again, and then put them on the bridge of his nose, giving the three children a cordial welcome.

Newt Scamander was also in this office. When he saw his good granddaughter walking in, he turned his chair expressionlessly, making sure that he didn't even show his face to express his condemnation.

At this time, Phoebe is no longer the Phoebe who was a little out of place when her memory was awakened just now. She has already found her place in this world, and even has someone she likes. Well, if Gabriel and Lucifer saw that posture, they would probably be more angry and eat three bowls of rice.

"I was wrong." The little witch blinked, "But if I didn't take out the venom of the Winged Demon, something big would happen to New York at that time."

"Could it be that the other heroes are helpless and insist on forcing you, a little girl, to stand out?" Newt snorted.

"But Tom obviously asked me to help." Phoebe decided to make trouble, and turned around and sold Tom.This trick really worked. When Newt thought of the Magic Congress pushing his granddaughter to top the tank, he immediately wanted to write ten or eight shouting letters from it, and it would be best to blow up the Congress.

Professor Dumbledore watched him finish venting with a smile, and then brought the topic to the point. It was also at this time that Phoebe saw his scorched hands clearly and frowned.

"Two days ago, Nico sent back news that the Wizengamot had tortured a captured Death Eater, and got some news from him. It was news, but it was just a few words with unclear meanings. It is said that he was still shouting 'hell is coming' and 'darkness is coming' until he was executed by potion."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Death Eaters shouting that darkness is coming, why am I not surprised at all."

Instead, Phoebe's heart skipped a beat. "What is... potion execution?"

"The dementors openly opposed the Ministry of Magic, and they have all surrendered to the mysterious man. At this juncture, the two sides are either you or me. Without the kiss of the dementors, all the sentences made by the Wizengamot are death sentences. Judgment," Newt explained.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and said after a long time, "Phoebe, you know what I want to ask."

"You know?" Phoebe sighed, "That's right, you must know, the news of the Magic Congress has always been shared with the Ministry of Magic, not to mention that Merlin is now alive... that's right, Satan in the Muggle mouth It is true that Hell has escaped, and it is true that one of the Four Horsemen was causing the commotion in New York at the time, but there is no way that the Death Eater's backstage in the non-magic world is Lucifer, and if it was then, it cannot be."

Regardless of her relationship with Lucifer, Lucifer only wants to find God now, and even gave up his desire to burn the world to ashes under the persuasion of his brothers and sisters, and Gabriel is still guarding him.look

but......

From an objective point of view, the whole world is full of devices that cut off the connection between angels and God. It will take a certain amount of time for those devices to be broken through. If there are fallen angels who are dissatisfied with Lucifer hiding in the magic world and stirring up the wind and rain, it is entirely possible possible.

These are not the points that make Phoebe's heart beat wildly. What she cares about is "darkness". Is it the darkness?Could it be her?

"Was Voldemort and the Death Eaters getting a lot of help?" she demanded. "Isn't even Merlin powerless?"

"Good." A voice came from outside the door.

The true god of all wizards, Master Merlin, walked in wearing his somewhat tattered windbreaker.He was just like anything Phoebe had ever seen, with a white beard matted across his chest and an intelligent light in his eyes.

Peter shifted uneasily.

Merlin's eyes swept over everyone present, paused for a moment on Harry, and finally settled in Phoebe's eyes.

"Is your excellency thinking of the man I'm thinking of?" he asked.

Ignoring the somewhat surprised gazes of the others, Phoebe nodded affirmatively.

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