[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

By the time Phoebe arrived in Sleepy Hollow, the fight had just begun.

After being cut off by Chuck, Amala seemed to have gone completely crazy. Centered in New York, she engulfed several small towns with her mind-destroying black fog, and spread all the way here.

Although the Chaoying who came to the rescue after hearing the news tried to resist the black mist, due to the different power systems, except for a few Chaoying who specialize in magic and psychic abilities, others really couldn't help much.If Professor X hadn't erected a mental barrier, some of them might have been attacked.

Standing in the front is Doctor Strange and his mage assistant Wang, the supreme mage on earth showing great destructive power, dealing with the black mist with the time gem and various spells.

He tried his best to keep the black house out of the town. Although the fog was still advancing inch by inch, he bought a lot of time for the rescue team.

Phoebe landed in the open space, but she didn't dare to release her power directly, instead confining the core of glory.She sneaked a few steps and walked up to the captain who was making a plan.

Steve and Tony were arguing over a topographic map, and both of them looked ugly, even frowning.An extremely large nano-shield stood in front of Iron Man, blocking both of them from the hail of bullets.

It was at this time that both of them felt that banning guns was really beneficial.

These civilians are completely crazy, greedy, plundering, destroying, and destroying. They point their guns/mouths at superheroes, at strangers, and even at their own relatives, massacring.

Seeing Phoebe's sudden appearance, Steve was startled at first, and then nodded quickly.

"Phoebe, you came just in time, this black mist..."

"I can't do anything about it." Phoebe said apologetically, "Amara, that is, darkness, her power is far stronger than mine, and only my father can contend with her."

"Then can you remove the negative power from these people?" Tony asked, "Strange immediately blocked the black mist, but most people were affected, we can stun them away , but when they wake up, they will have a headache again."

"I can try, but I can't be here." Phoebe said bluntly, "Amara tried to kidnap me just now, but my father saved me, and she was so angry that she did this. If I expose my strength here, she may It will come in person, and then we will be ineffective every day."

"Your father?" Tony had a strange look on his face. "You mean...the father? Is it useful for me to start praying now?"

Phoebe: "..."

Steve shook his head and said, "If God has returned, why doesn't he deal with this darkness himself? According to you angels, he is the creator of everything and deserves a solution."

"I talked to Tony partly about the seal," Phoebe said, and Iron Man nodded to confirm that was true. "Now he can't directly face Amara. She is the master of destruction, stronger than my father in battle, and more stubborn than him."

"So?" Tony heard the direction of the topic.

"So it took us a lot of effort to seal her back then. Now she has kidnapped Lucifer and Gabriel, and the former still has blood marks on them. We must rescue them before we can seal her again."

"What do you need?" Steve asked bluntly.

"I need you guys to make some noise here."

"How much movement?"

"The bigger the better, it's big enough to lure Amara out of her hiding place. Only in this way can I try to find my two brothers through induction. Only in this way can we have a fight." Phoebe seriously explain.

"In other words, she captured two archangels." Stark said dryly, "We are now going to hold back this kind of character who can squeeze us into balls in minutes."

They both understand that this plan is risking their lives no matter which side, but it has to be the same.

Steve arranged the battle plan in an orderly manner through the communication channel, and Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to fly to find the other brothers, when Tony suddenly dropped an important message like a bomb.

"There is something I think you should know," Iron Man said. "Your school in the wizarding world, what is it called? By the way, Hogwarts is being attacked by a group of men in black. Peter gave me Word came that he would do what he could to help the Wizards win."

"Seven Hells." Phoebe couldn't help cursing.

"I don't want the person I sent to be short of arms and legs." Tony was rarely serious. He put away the nano-shield and fired a sonic bomb at the tangled crowd in the distance.

"Don't worry, I left something on him." Phoebe spread her wings and disappeared instantly.

"Ew..." Tony rolled his eyes behind the visor, "That really makes people think."

Peter felt a little out of place.

He's saying, there are times in your life where you feel like you don't fit in, right?

The only idiot in a bunch of smart people might feel out of place, the only superhero in a bunch of normal folks might feel out of place, the only college student in a bunch of elementary school kids might feel out of place...  

Of course Peter, the only stick-wielding mage without a stick, felt out of place.

Phoebe seldom casts spells with a wand in front of him, so as a person who is in contact with the magic world for the first time, he really doesn't accept this ghostly way of casting spells.

If it weren't for the colorful lights flying around in the battlefield, he would almost think he was enjoying some weird children's play.

Because he was worried about his safety, Harry once took him to explain the starting moves, colors and effects of various common magics seriously, especially the three unforgivable curses, especially Ava Dassault's death curse, the savior can't wait to imprint the concept of "you die when you are green" firmly on Spider-Man's forehead.

So now Peter climbed on the top of the auditorium, dumbfounded by the colorful light below.

Professor Dumbledore stood at the front alone, leading the professors behind him, and protecting the students behind him like chicks.It was not seen how he spoke the spell, but large swaths of flames poured out continuously from the tip of his wand, blocking most of the Death Eaters behind like a flaming city wall.

Other professors also showed their talents.

Professor McGonagall sees the needle, whenever a Death Eater with superior ability tries to sneak attack, she can always use her years of magic skills to stun or repel the opponent.

The Death Eaters came so fast that even Professor Snape, who was always hiding something in his heart, seemed a little surprised, but no matter how stormy his thoughts were, at this moment he was standing among the Slytherins.

From Peter's point of view, we can clearly see the movements of various colleges. The golden red is generally eager to move forward, while the silver green is hesitant to move backward for various reasons.It is not difficult to understand that a large part of the enemies who came to attack the school were relatives of these children.

At this moment, Peter sharply saw a Death Eater approaching Harry secretly, raised his wand, and opened his mouth, as if he was about to cast some deadly spell.

In desperation, he suddenly shot a spider web in that direction——

"Avada Kedavra!" the Death Eater yelled.

"Harry!"

"Harry!"

Many familiar and unfamiliar voices shouted.

Harry Potter looked back in a little panic, only to find that the wizard who had just yelled the Killing Curse was staring at his palm in shock, and his wand was hanging in the air, fluttering in the wind.

Harry: ...

People who noticed here looked up the unknown white substance, and saw Spider-Man crawling on the ceiling of the auditorium, with one arm stretched out, and said "Hi" in embarrassment.

Little wizards: ...

Peter had never been more grateful for wearing a hood than he was now.

Seeing that the auditorium that had been quiet just now began to flash swords again, ah no, it was colorful, he weighed it in his heart for a long time, and finally decided not to wait and see the situation, but to take the risk of participating in the war.

Spider-Man, who seemed to have discovered a new world through that thread, jumped down from the ceiling and flipped in the air with good flexibility.

Countless spells flew across his body, his heart was pounding, but his hand movements were very steady, one hand was holding the hanging wire, and the other hand kept firing outwards.

Immediately, there were exclamations, curses and laughter in the auditorium.

Peter, who turned the big battle into a comedy, felt miserable. By the time he was swinging from one side of the auditorium to the other on a spider thread, he was already holding a large wand in his hand, and a string of colorful spells followed behind him.

The Death Eaters shifted their targets one after another, took out the most vicious spells, and fired them into the sky.

"Don't come at me!" He had to shout and turn his body to escape, "I am very innocent, who told you to violate the law on the protection of minors, it is wrong to do things in school! Wow!" He swung onto the chandelier , Dodged three killing curses. "Professor Dumbledore! Help!"

"God!"

Harry covered his face.

"The jacket that Merlin didn't wash in 2000!"

Ron's jaw dropped in surprise.

And Professor Dumbledore glanced at Spider-Man over the half-moon lens.He used his wand to go up a little bit, and for some reason, Peter, who was still shaky just now, was quickly drawn to the professor's side like a small cannonball, and the attack magic hit the chandelier, smashing the chandelier to pieces.

Professor Dumbledore pointed again, and the fragments got rid of gravity one after another, reversed upwards, and reassembled into their original appearance.

Standing out of place among the wizards, Peter stood out of place in his own out-of-place uniform, holding a stack of wands.

The old headmaster with a white beard winked at him, showing a playful smile like a child.

The author has something to say: Peter: Spider-Man version of your weapon, fast and easy to use!

In the early hours of the morning, I felt like there was something I didn’t do. I checked it and found that the time of depositing the manuscript was wrong and it was not sent out. Fortunately, I was tortured by mosquitoes and couldn’t sleep. I found 232 in time