[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

Everything in the world has its opposite, even God, who is nearly omniscient and omnipotent.

The opposite of light is naturally darkness.

Darkness and God were born almost at the same time, at first they loved each other like any normal brother and sister, then God started his own creation and Darkness didn't like anything else in their world.

Out of solitude, God created the angels and then the world.

Darkness doesn't like this feeling, and every time God creates a new world, she burns it to nothingness.As for the angels, she always treats them like toys.

Yes, those creatures are his children in the eyes of God, but they are out-and-out entertainment in the eyes of darkness.

Several archangels have experienced dark times, and among them, the four closest to God know her best. It is said that Lucifer and Michael had disputes with her more than once.

Phoebe was born relatively late, and when she was born, the angels had begun to shy away from the darkness, and God left all the burned worlds behind and created a new one. .

Like a ticking time bomb ready to go off at any moment, the dark rage builds up until one day it can hold no more - in this new world, God has created human beings with great favor.

Under this continuous stimulation, one day Dark finally couldn't bear to destroy all the toys that attracted God's attention, but her plan was thwarted.

God finally couldn't stand his sister, he created the world's first spell, Bloodstain, trying to seal the shadow.

It was a terrible war, and all the archangels fought one after another, trying their best to weaken the power of darkness.Lucifer, God's most beloved child, bears the mark of blood and restrains the darkness so that God can complete the final blow and finally complete the indestructible cage.

But the seal doesn't come without a price.

In that battle, many archangels were severely injured, and Lucifer, who was blood-stained, was even swallowed by the blood-stain. The dark side in his heart was infinitely magnified, and he was finally exiled to hell by God.

All the measures are for the safety of human beings. In Phoebe's words, Dad will suddenly explode when he encounters human problems, so even though the situation is very difficult, she is not very worried. Began to look forward to the return of God.

Lucifer scoffed at this "weak" idea. He insisted on cursing God at home three times a day non-stop, and hoped that one day he could curse out his disappearing father and confront him face to face.

Gabriel has never been used to this kind of child-like anger, but among several older archangels, he is known for not liking to participate in family disputes. Sisters tear [beep——], and even a newborn little angel scuffles from South Street to North Street, smashing the gate of heaven, he can pretend to look around, as if he is an archangel with amnesia.

As for the big event of walking in the world this time, at the beginning, behind Voldemort stood Lucifer, or in other words, stood the demons who wanted to rescue him from hell. Lucifer himself in New York Admitted this to Phoebe too—

"Although my father in the world has every good thing, since you are willing to stay here, I will not take yours away from you."

So said the all-powerful Satan at the time.

"Not only will I not take it away, but I will also protect him well. Think about it, Raziel, Phoebe, when Dad comes back, he will find your respect and love for the human 'father'. This is estimated to last for three months Makes him too sad to eat... you've always been his favorite after all."

Phoebe wanted to pay homage first.

What is stinky and shameless? This is stinky and shameless. When he was young and fighting with Chen Xing, his father always protected him, and even sent him any good things. At the last moment, Dad was also hesitant and hesitant, so he still said that he was not God's favorite.

This may be the "player" in human terms.

Thinking this way, Phoebe decided to hide the fact that she had sensed God again for a while longer, so that her three-year-old brother would just mess around when he had nothing to do every day.

The two older brothers who stayed in New York were hopeless for the time being, so they might as well seek help from the magic world first, at least Merlin's power was infinitely approaching Captain Angel.

No matter how Voldemort struggles, and no matter whether the darkness is hiding behind him, as long as their targets are Muggles and humans, everything will eventually come to light.

That's right, the key point is humans again.

Obviously everyone is doing a good job, but people are sitting at home, the pot comes from the sky, and they are either invaded by this or envied by that all day long.

Therefore, it is really difficult to be a human being, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky.

......

It's really hard to be a superhero, it's hard to go to the sky.

Peter looked at the young wizards who surrounded him, and thought quietly.

I don't know which teacher leaked the news. For a while, all the wizards in Hogwarts who had no classes crowded to the edge of the Black Lake, hoping to have a close contact with the superheroes of the Muggle world.

The pure-blood wizards are okay, and the muggle-born wizards and half-blood wizards are all very excited, especially Harry who added fuel to the fire by saying that "Spiderman is almost an Avenger". In a few words, those little wizards are no longer eyes shining, those eyes are basically breathing fire.

Phoebe's old classmates exchanged their life-threatening friendship from Potions class for the chance to get close to the "Avengers Reserve", so Peter had to sign and take a group photo ("Scary! Why does this photo move?" !"), spent the whole day in uniform.

When the sun was about to set, a few friends sat under the tree by the black lake, and finally had time to talk about what happened recently.Harry obviously hadn't had anyone to talk to besides Ron and Hermione for too long, and when he opened his mouth, he explained everything in the past six months like peas in a bamboo tube, and Peter frowned and sighed for a while.

Because Phoebe was mentally prepared, she accepted the situation and only asked one sentence from the beginning to the end: "Are you okay?"

It's not about how is the wizarding world, but how are you, can you persist?

The forces of evil are approaching, and the Archangels are keenly aware of this.

When she showed Peter around in the afternoon, she turned her head for a moment in horror.

Standing at the corner of the corridor, Draco Malfoy was wearing a black slim suit, his hair was scrupulously docile, his face was as pale as a ghost, but his eyes were full of shadows,

Through his shell, Phoebe sensed the soul within almost immediately.

The black silky evil is permeating this piece of soul, like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, about to swallow all the light spots in the soul.The power was familiar, Phoebe had seen it in another.

Harry.

As the savior, as the boy who survived, as Voldemort's own chosen enemy, as the bearer of a piece of sinful soul, are you okay?Can you still hold on?

She wanted to intervene directly, but she was worried about the reaction of the darkness after the wanton action, so she hesitated. On the contrary, Harry felt the worry of the two "guests", stood up before dinner, patted the grass on his buttocks, Opened his mouth pretending to be relaxed.

"Do you want to fly around?" he asked. "Have you been flying for a long time, Phoebe? Everyone thought you would be the best keeper in Gryffindor, but it's a pity that Ron is cheaper."

Weasley, who was shot suddenly, pretended to be a bad face, and pushed his shoulder.

Phoebe laughed out loud, grabbed the dazed Peter, and followed Harry towards the broom like a gust of wind.

......

"Is Quidditch fun?"

Phoebe asked after dinner, walking from the Great Lawn to the Forbidden Forest.

"It's fun." Peter nodded impatiently. "It's very interesting just watching you play. It's like flying in the air."

"You can't drive the broomstick without magic power, and besides, if you play, what if the Quaffle gets stuck in excitement?" Phoebe rolled her eyes.

"Alright alright--"

They walked towards the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, where Hagrid's hut stood crookedly, with a flickering fire in the windows.The gamekeeper didn't seem to be resting yet, and from time to time he could see a huge black figure passing by on the bed.

After walking for a while, Peter finally couldn't help but said, "You've been looking at Harry, is there anything on him?"

The sky is a little dark, so I can't see his expression clearly if I don't use my ability.

"Yes, a piece of soul," replied Phoebe. "I doubt Harry knew it, and if he did, it would explain his terrible state. He lost his godfather last year though." Sirius may also be one of the reasons for his poor state."

"What is a piece of soul?" Peter asked sharply.

"God didn't have a soul himself, but he created souls for all living things...but he just hates souls," Phoebe said softly. "Souls are usually whole, but in some cases they can be Divide. It is said that in hell, some executioners can cut the soul of a sinner piece by piece, and it is not too much to cut into pieces.”

Peter glared at her with clear eyes, what are you doing telling such horror stories at night.

Phoebe laughed.

"All in all, Harry has a piece of soul that doesn't belong to him, probably belongs to You-Know-Who."

"How does that affect him?"

"Which one?" Phoebe pointed, "For Harry, he will inherit part of the abilities of the soul master, and he can also communicate with the soul master; 'Leap to death', if it is not easy to lose too many things by splitting the soul, this is actually a feasible method."

"Understood." Peter lowered his head, rubbing his toes on the ground.After a while, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "...how did you know this?"

Phoebe flinched slightly.

"Library? I used to be a frequent visitor to District X."

"Really? Do wizards talk about God and angels too?"

"...There is also... a part of it..."

If Peter had noticed something, he didn't ask, but just nodded perfunctorily, and immediately turned around.Phoebe caught up to him in two out of three steps, touching his arm a little cautiously.

"Didn't you say you wanted to see the Forbidden Forest?"

Peter looked at the sky, then at her, and softened his voice. "It's too late, we should go back to rest. The problems in the magic world have not been resolved, and it's not the time to explore with peace of mind... Besides, I can't see anything clearly at this brightness. If you have to watch it, come back tomorrow during the daytime." Look the same."

The little witch was speechless.

Peter stepped forward and stroked her hair lightly and gently.

"Phoebe," he said, "you don't have to tell me anything."

After saying this, he seemed relieved, and even continued to walk towards the castle briskly.

But Phoebe was getting heavier and heavier.

When she was tens of meters away from the castle, she finally called out to him.

Peter turned his head to look at her. This time, using her power, she saw his expression clearly, expecting, bewildered, and slightly disappointed.

Phoebe pursed her lips.

She stretched out her hand, and without hindrance, her fingertips touched his forehead.

A cold and hot silver-white substance gushed out from between the fingers, like the beautiful silver light condensed from the God-calling guard, but it was far stronger, more mysterious, and gentler than that.These silvery whites gather in the air to form a vortex, like water mist, like divine light, and finally flow from the fingertips to the eyes.

That is the glory of the Archangel.

"Why can't you see clearly?" The archangel said lovingly, "Look, Peter, don't you want to see the Forbidden Forest?"

Spider-Man opened his eyes.

The Forbidden Forest is still the same Forbidden Forest, but the ghost shadows that used to be dark in the night have now all turned into white shapes. The white giant trees stretch their branches, the white horsemen jump in the forest, and the white night Qi fluttered her wings and flew high, and the entire vast forest changed its appearance, just like the Milky Way hanging upside down in the world.

Peter was momentarily speechless.

But the flowing light in the forest in the distance, the splendor in the castle behind him, all these brilliance are not as good as this one beside him, this one is so bright, this one is so dazzling, even if he didn't look directly, he still had eyes. Stinging, almost to tears.

"You can't look at me, Peter."

It was Phoebe who pushed his cheek away and said softly.

"Look at the Forbidden Forest, look at the sky, how beautiful the moonlight is tonight."

The author has something to say: If there is no horse in the heart, there will be no horse in the world, as someone who has given up the vest said.