[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

It was the belated police who broke the embarrassing situation.

Phoebe dutifully handed the gun back, and dutifully made a statement.

We should be thankful that the angle of the camera is not good. Judging from the video playback, Phoebe's body is blocking her right hand. She looks like a female student with clenched fists on the camera and ready to rush up to fight the gangster. She was lucky enough to catch the gangster The gun that came out of his hand when he was kicked away by Spider-Man.

A milder policewoman gave Phoebe a lot of safety education after comforting and praising her, telling her that citizens, especially underage citizens, don’t need to act bravely at this time, as the other party has a gun in his hand, as long as he protects himself That's it.

"New York has a lot of police," she said, "and the Avengers, and those superheroes flying around. Think of your family, think of your friends, sweetheart. , we need you to protect yourselves, not stand up and be a hero, New York has enough heroes."

Phoebe nodded obediently, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of "Spider-Man" in a strange costume and flew away with a spider's thread.

The crowd erupted in an even louder cheer as he soared into the air.

"Look," the policewoman looked at Spider-Man in the distance, shook her head and sighed, "New York has enough heroes."

Phoebe looked away, fixed for a moment on the crying woman wrapped in a blanket in the ambulance in the distance, and then stared at her own toes.

"How about the casualties? Are they serious?" She asked hesitantly, "A friend of mine who came with me just ran away and was also a middle school student. I don't know if he was injured."

"Drunk made him bad headshot, a few passers-by were badly hurt, but thank God they'll survive. Middle school student..." The policewoman glanced at her notepad and gave She has a reassuring look.

Phoebe breathed a sigh of relief.

She found her shopping bag by the side of the car that was used as a makeshift shelter. Because she fell so hard, a bottle of facial milk inside broke and flowed everywhere.She didn't dare to use the Restoration Curse here, so she took the napkin under the bag and squeezed the bag tightly and walked home.Di Zai and Big T flew over the top and followed behind her.

Round this corner and the siren will no longer be heard.

A macaw landed on her shoulder.

"Thank you, Big T," Phoebe said sincerely.

The little guy with the arrogant face pecked at her earlobe.

The little blue macaw is actually very rare, but it walks swaggeringly on the street. People who don't know birds only think that this parrot is obedient and beautiful in color, but they don't know how rare it is.Pedestrians who know a little bit will not think that a girl can carry only the real thing, maybe it is dyed, maybe it is another individual with a special appearance.

The big T weighs heavily on Phoebe's left shoulder.The fluff on its little head rubbed against Phoebe's cheek, tickling, like a scratch on the heart.

"Now tell me," Phoebe asked, touching her face, "how did you happen to be here?"

"Big T is running away from home." Di Zai's favorite position was taken away, so he had to move to the right aggrievedly, mocking his companions, "He is no longer the favorite cutie of local tyrants, he has fallen out of favor Yes, haha!"

It was answered with an earth-shattering flap of wings that almost caught Phoebe in the face.

The little sparrow learns its mouth while dodging.

Three weeks ago, Big T gloated and said: "The new grandson doesn't understand the rules at all. He scratched the paint on the rich man's car, and even urinated on the carpet that is worth a lot of money. Such a genius like him Gods of the earth will be sold immediately.”

A week ago, Big T said in a nasty voice: "The grandson is still working. I thought the local tyrant bought the grandson to light his cigarettes or use him as an aroma diffuser. I never thought that the grandson was such a thief. The heart of a local tyrant. Now the local tyrant humbles himself in front of that grandson and feeds him meat with a bowl. Is he as smart as me? Is he as good-looking as me? Is he as rare as me? I don’t agree! I want to leave Run away from home!"

Today's big T squatted on Phoebe's shoulders without saying anything, and put on a face of resignation to see through the world.

"Then you can't go home with me." After hearing this long scene, Phoebe said angrily and funny.

"I refuse to breathe the same air as that grandson." Big T said quietly, "With him but without me, with me without him. I have followed the local tyrant since I was a broken egg, and the best time of Bird's life was taken away by the local tyrant , now he doesn't like me anymore, he dislikes my face for being too dull, and dislikes me for being old."

The little sparrow, who had never been raised before, was still chirping and laughing, but Phoebe thought more.

When she first started feeding endangered magical animals, she found a very, very rare discus in Denmark that would leave a long, brilliant rainbow trail as it swam through the seas, and it was this trail that greatly enhanced the viability of its population. As they descended, the natural enemies came following the traces one after another.

There are too few rainbow fairy groups, and Phoebe spent a summer looking for it, but couldn't find another fish to keep company with it.I had to open up a small space for it in the salt water area of ​​the suitcase, and planted live rocks and seaweed in it. I hope it can settle down, and I will make plans if I can find the same kind in the future.

But something that disappointed her happened, the little guy couldn't talk to other residents.

Whether it's the light jellyfish or the giant squid, or even the kinder and gentler panda dolphins and ice whales, no magical animal can enter its world.The fairy nestled in his own sea area day after day, and only swam a few times back and forth by Phoebe's hand very affectionately every time she went to feed.Sometimes in order to attract her attention, it will deliberately break the shells outside its own house, or throw stones all over the ground.

Not every animal can communicate in a clear language. Some lower-level animals also have their own language, but it may be relatively primitive. It can only vaguely convey a signal, an emotion, and this little fairy is like this .

It's always conveying those emotions: attachment, security, affection, and the ever-present—

lonely.

No one knows if there is a second colorful fairy, maybe there is, but they are too far away.

In this world, it is the only one.

No one knows its past, and no one knows its future.It can't even find a mate, and it can't reproduce.These magical animals may not have outstanding wisdom, but just like the ancient behemoths that have disappeared in the long river of history, they know that their era is about to die out.

So it conveys loneliness.

Phoebe couldn't figure out what those last few scenes were like as a pack.

She wishes she never knew.

On a deeper level, this is why some people hate Voldemort.All those wizards who have traveled far and wide understand the true power of Muggles better than any of their complacent companions. Except for the extraordinary individuals among them, even ordinary people who are armed have the power to kill wizards, not to mention the army, nuclear weapons , those real threats.

It's a pity that after years of persuasion by Grandpa Newt, Professor Dumbledore still can't see this, or he refuses to see this.

Perhaps it was because Dumbledore knew that once he admitted that Muggles were more powerful than wizards, the goals he had devoted the rest of his life to achieve would be completely undone.Albus Dumbledore may be the greatest wizard in the world, but he is also a dying old man who always has his own persistence.

Phoebe once thought deviantly: Grindelwald, the devil king of that generation, maybe he is the one who has really gone further in the wizarding world.The connection between Grindelwald and the Muggles started early. At the peak period, that is, during the Muggle World War II, his minions and figures were all over the smoke.

A small movement interrupted Phoebe's deeper thoughts, but it was Big T who sat down on her shoulder, and then howled.

He was very sad, but to passers-by who didn't understand the language of birds, the parrot was just screaming, just like a wailing animal in a circus.

Phoebe didn't like this look, so she immediately chose to take a detour and change the subject.

"What did you mean when you said that the new pet could light cigarettes and incense?"

When mentioning natural enemies, Big T immediately stopped crying.

It even made a "hum" very loudly.

"The grandson doesn't know what kind it is. If it weren't for its movement, I would suspect it was a candlestick. It looks like a lynx, but it has a candle on its head. The place where he walks seems to have sprayed a few catties of perfume. You think it's weird. No wonder."

Candle?

Phoebe thought about it for a moment, and then her eyebrows twitched.

It looks like a lynx, with a fire burning on its head and a strange fragrance. This is definitely a candle beast that has not escaped.This magical animal is very rare in modern times. They were produced in Egypt. The pharaohs of ancient Egypt liked to use tame candle beasts to decorate their bedrooms, and candle beasts were often placed in pyramids.They are difficult to tame, but once tamed they are loyal for life.Candle beasts live for hundreds of years, but in the pyramid they will squat next to the owner's coffin until they die, and turn into lynx-shaped wood after death.This kind of wood is a very good spice and a valuable potion material.

Phoebe decided to investigate the situation first. If the candle beast had already recognized its owner, things would be in big trouble.First of all, she had to figure out how much this local tyrant knew about magical animals, and how he obtained such rare animals.

Many thoughts swirled in her mind, and finally settled on Big T.

"Big T," the little witch asked in a drawn out voice, "how long are you going to stay outside?"

"The local tyrant has already sent three teams to catch him, how long can he stay?" Di Zai snorted disdainfully.

"Can he catch me?" Big T made his signature chest-puffing gesture, "When I yelled, hundreds of birds came to inform me, and I knew where the bodyguards were going even before they drove. "

This posture is a bit reminiscent of a shameless red butt.

"It's you," Big T saw her distracted, and squinted at her, "The camera caught us just now, if the local tyrant sees me staying with you, he will definitely buy you tea." It jumped happily, "I invite you to drink tea."

A flash of light.

A bold idea came to Phoebe vaguely.

"Does anyone around here know where you're from? Do you have a sign on you?"

Big T shook his head.

"He threw that sign in the sewer," Dizai said. "A pure gold sign! He threw it in the sewer! How much delicious food can this buy!"

The macaw, who was used to wealth, looked at the little sparrow with the eyes of a country bumpkin.

"You mean, if I, an enthusiastic citizen, take you home and raise you up, the local tyrants might come to buy me tea, don't you?" Phoebe confirmed again.

"I'm not going home!" Big T wailed again.

It has to be said that the sound of the big parrot is really scary. At such a close distance, the little witch's ears are a little buzzing.

"But I have to meet the candle beast!" she struggled through the noise.

Big T shut up.

"Do you know what that grandson is? Can you take him away?"

"It depends, maybe?" Phoebe said mysteriously.

The parrot's little head tilted to the left and then to the right.

"make a deal!"

After all, birds are stupid.

......

Phoebe happily took the little blue macaw home, and Dizai parted ways with them at the door of the apartment.She tried to call Peter twice along the way, but no one answered.But since the policewoman said that no middle school students were injured, Phoebe didn't think too much about it until she saw Peter rushing in from the door in a hurry when she was picking up the newspaper from the newspaper box downstairs in the apartment.

His hair and clothes were messed up, and he seemed relieved to see Phoebe, and then tried to help her with the shopping bag, but was avoided.

"Where have you been?" Phoebe asked. "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"I hid in a nearby store for a while." Peter said without changing his face.

"The small square has been refurbished, and there are no open shops nearby, and the pedestrians there are just passers-by." Phoebe pointed out coolly.

!

"Maybe my memory is wrong... I'm too scared to remember the specific details," Peter continued, "Maybe I'm just running around."

"Didn't hide, didn't go home the first time," Phoebe looked at Peter's uniform backpack, reached out his hand—Spider-Man tensed all his muscles—and took a very small leaf from the zipper, "This Planting trees... you're telling me you ran all the way to Meadow Park?"

The truth is that after taking out the shooter, Spider-Man rushed to the park to help find a few lost children, maybe that's when the leaves got hooked on the suit, and then hung out when it was stuffed into the backpack.

But of course Peter couldn't explain it.

He could only reveal it with an embarrassed smile.

Phoebe didn't continue to ask, but she wondered that someone would run eight kilometers all the way because of fear.

At this time, the TV in the hall was on the commotion just now.On the TV, the dome lights of the police car were dazzling, pedestrians on the street and several spokespersons were being interviewed, and the small screen in the lower right corner cut out the picture of Spiderman coming out to save people.

Phoebe was also on camera, but she was mosaiced to protect the appearance of minors. The news only said that a brave middle school student stood up and caught the gun, and no more information was revealed, which made her feel better.

But Peter obviously knew that only Phoebe could be in that position.

What the other identity couldn't figure out, he made up his mind to figure it out now.

"So... how did you think of rushing up at that time, it was too dangerous."

Poor cliché method.

"Coincidence," said Phoebe nonchalantly, "I saw the gun coming this way and caught it automatically."

Peter didn't flinch so easily: "But you left the car bunker before Spider-Man showed up, and the angle Spider-Man kicked him at was impossible to let the gun fly so far, unless the shooter deliberately threw the gun out."

"Maybe his hand is slippery." Phoebe gave the universal excuse again, "And how do you know that Spider-Man kicked people at a bad angle? I came out early because I thought the shooter might have passed the range of this car. So those who were about to flee in the opposite direction, who knew that the gun would just fly over."

Fleeing in the opposite direction less than ten meters away from the shooter?

Peter was more skeptical, but, given his own flamboyant screaming escape, had no stance on the matter.

"This parrot..." He pointed to the big T, and the big T made a gesture to peck his finger, "It seems to be the bird that appeared at the scene, did you bring him back?"

"I didn't know who his owner was, so I brought him back first." Phoebe thought for a while before saying.

"You could actually just hand him over to the police, he looks expensive."

Phoebe pretended not to hear.

When they walked into the elevator, both of them were in a state where they had ghosts in their hearts, and at the same time they were very suspicious of each other.

Peter always felt that he had missed something, and when the elevator showed that it was approaching the floor, he finally remembered what he had missed.At that time, Spider-Man swooped down and kicked the gunman away. In the chaos, he heard Phoebe say a sentence. Peter didn't know the complete content of this sentence, but he caught a key word-she said the name of the gun.She seemed to be calling for the gun.

Phoebe didn't have the vision to see the gun up close before the fight, unless the girl from England knew what it was from the sound of the gun.

This is so bizarre.

"How do you know it's a GLOCK19?" Peter asked quickly as the elevator doors opened.

"Big T told me." She replied without thinking.

The drowsy parrot puffed up its chest and let out a "croak" when it heard its name.

Peter crossed his arms in the corridor, squinting his eyes.

Phoebe's heart skipped a beat.

But the Gryffindor woman never admits defeat, she insisted: "You have already run away, why are you still holding a gun?"

Peter received a critical hit of [-] points.

"He's a coward, even Draco Malfoy is braver than him." Phoebe said to Queenie on the phone that night.

"She's a liar." At the same time, in the opposite apartment, Peter Parker was also voicing bitterness with his gay friend.

"Calm down." Ned swallowed while hugging the newly arrived Lego puzzle.

"Liar!"

The author has something to say: so it is a talker and a crow mouth; a coward and a liar.