[Comprehensive] I have ancestral shit shoveling skills

No matter how suspicious the "coward" and "liar" may be to each other, the start time will not change.

The next morning, Peter with the bag and Phoebe with the bag meet again in the hallway.

Phoebe made a comfortable hanging cage for Big T who was temporarily staying at home. If it wasn't for the fact that the parrot was different from other birds, she might have moved Big T into a suitcase for activities.The pole in the hanging cage was made of applewood, and Phoebe went to class with a few more spells to make sure no one could see it if someone broke into the house in her absence.

Last night, she took out the red butt and made the troublemaker who was suppressed by the Australian opalin to stand for a whole night until he promised that he would be obedient and never mess with cats and dogs again.

Because it was too late, she was a little sleepy today.

The two walked towards the subway station without a word. Peter, who was so angry that he fainted last night, also yawned.

The subway was so overcrowded that Phoebe hugged her bag to her chest and dozed off while clutching the handrail.When she was standing, Peter poked her on the shoulder, and she realized that she had fallen asleep standing up, and the coward was carrying her bag.

Phoebe coughed sheepishly.

The subway station in front of the school is on the second floor, and they can walk into the school gate after going down to the ground of the first floor and walking a dozen meters further.The first thing I passed was the rugby field. Although it was the first day of school, there were already people exercising on the field. Students walked across the field in twos and threes to the stairs on the opposite side.After going up the stairs, there is another small road, through which students with driver's licenses, teachers and parents drive.

Phoebe was a new face, and many of the students who came and went looked her over, overtly or covertly.

At this moment, a silver sports car creaked and stopped in front of them. The dark-skinned boy was holding the steering wheel with one hand, poked his head out and called out to Peter:

"Penis Parker!"

Peter rolled his eyes.

For a moment Phoebe thought the image was familiar, and then she thought of "Ferret Malfoy" and "Scarhead Potter."

"God, Parker, you found yourself a girlfriend!" The boy shouted again after turning his gaze.

Okay, this picture definitely looks familiar.

Well-to-do boys all over the world seem to enjoy teasing nerds they hate like this.Phoebe knows that at Hogwarts, there are senior girls in all grades and colleges secretly poking at Malfoy and Potter's CP. She has seen this kind of scene too many times and heard Ginny complain too many times. , I really have no energy to be angry.

She didn't respond, and the boy got even more excited.

"My dad told me there's a new British transfer student at school this term, and it looks like you're here."

Peter had been habitually ignoring it, but now he turned around, took Lafibe by the elbow, and led her into the school.

"let's go."

The dark boy whistled behind them.

"Who's that?" Phoebe asked.

"Eugene Thompson, they call him 'Lightning'." Peter shrugged.

It seemed that he had adapted well to the situation of being teased, and even had a bit of bitter fun, but it was obvious from his expression that he didn't care.

"I'll go first." Phoebe said softly, "See you this afternoon."

"See you in the afternoon." Peter was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled.

On the first day of school, the teacher went through Phoebe's course selection very quickly, and then printed out the classroom schedule for her.To be honest, Phoebe was a little nervous. She had a lot of headaches in the pre-school preview, but since the Magic Association gave her a forged student status certificate from a small school in Dorset, the teachers would get the news that the student was not very good. She is outstanding, but has other specialties, so she won't make things difficult for her.

Midtown High, like most other American high schools, has split shifts, and Phoebe didn't have her first day of class with Peter, but she still made her first friend at school, a girl who was a little weird" Michelle".

That was in literature class.

Mr. Green's literature class seemed to make most of the students impatient. Except for Phoebe, who knew nothing about American literature, and took notes as if she was listening to the history of magic. Just looking at the ipad or swiping the phone.

Just as Mr. Green was speaking, a voice suddenly came from Phoebe's right.

"The Sound and the Fury is a stream of consciousness, you're wrong."

Phoebe looked to the right, and there was a dark-skinned, curly-haired girl, and when she saw Mrs. Green stop, she repeated it.

"The Sound and the Fury is stream of consciousness, Eugene O'Neill won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1936, Steinbeck is naturalism, you got three things wrong in the last 15 minutes," said the curly-haired girl, "I can't believe that someone can read the lesson plan wrong."

For a moment it seemed the whole classroom woke up, many students laughed and some even started whistling.

Phoebe wasn't sure what was going on, so she just stopped taking notes and corrected three mistakes.

There was a lot of noise in the classroom, and the curly-haired girl met her gaze and explained: "Don't worry, we all know that Green used some tricks to drive away the conscientious Emily, and she doesn't understand anything. , last semester's literature class was shit enough, but she insisted on proving that literature class can be even more shitty."

Phoebe smiled.

In her first year of school, she learned Gilderoy Lockhart, who has nothing but bragging and narcissism. The voice of Professor Binns of the History of Magic has a magic that can hypnotize everyone. Hagrid is obviously not suitable for Protection of Magical Creatures class, Professor Umbridge in the fourth grade is even hotter, and Phoebe herself once threw a big shit at Umbridge's office door when the twins made a big noise in the auditorium Egg.

"Have you ever met such a teacher?" The girl stared at her, then held out a hand, "Not a good time, but welcome to Midtown High, I'm Michelle."

"I'm Phoebe." The little witch shook hands with her.

This is the first friend she made in school.

"I saw you coming with Peter." Michelle asked when they went to eat together at noon.

Phoebe poked the chicken chop on the plate and said, "We're neighbors."

Michelle didn't ask any more questions.

In the biology class in the afternoon, as if to enliven the classroom atmosphere, the biology teacher used two real rabbits to explain the difference between the Florida white rabbit and the Japanese big-eared white rabbit.These two rabbits looked very well-behaved in class, staring at the red eyes, eating carrots together on the podium, in other people's eyes, they were indeed well-behaved, but they made low voices from time to time.

And Phoebe tried to keep herself upright and not laugh out loud.

In fact, these two rabbits were chatting, and what's more, because they came from different places, these two big white rabbits who were supposed to have the same disease were kind of talking about each other.It took them half a class to figure out some words with the same meaning but different pronunciations in each other's languages. In the second half of the class, the rabbits finally joined forces and began to complain about the Twolegs below.

Even when the biology teacher picked up one of the rabbits by the ear, Phoebe swears she heard the Florida white rabbit greet the biology teacher's family twenty different ways.

But the teacher who didn't notice it put it down, and even squeezed the rabbit's head, saying, "It's so good."

"What are you laughing at?" Michelle leaned over and asked her.

"Don't you think that rabbit is angry?" Phoebe replied.

Michelle looked at it for a moment, then shook her head. "The book says that a rabbit will coo when it's angry, but it didn't bark."

Phoebe didn't know how to explain it, so she didn't explain it at all.

Seeing that the two rabbits developed a revolutionary friendship at the end of class, the teacher couldn't pull them apart no matter how hard he pulled, so he had to pick them up and put them all in a basket, and carried them away.

This little episode swept away the gloom that she didn't understand the class, and she was very relaxed until after school.

I didn't see anyone until I waited for Peter II at the school gate for 10 minutes.

When Michelle came out, she asked, "Are you waiting for Peter?"

Phoebe nodded.

"Don't wait," Michelle said with a curl of her lips. "He didn't know what was going on since last semester, and he ran faster than anyone else after class. We even made a bet to see what he did, But no one ever caught him."

Phoebe felt a little offended.

The kind of grievance of "we agreed to go home together before class".

However, she quickly overcame this emotion and decided to cheer up and deal with the big T and the candle beast.

As she was walking home from the subway in a huff, she ran into Spider-Man again.Spider-Man flew down with the spider silk hanging, and the strange man in red clothes who was originally very agile slid past her for some reason, suddenly staggered, and almost slapped himself on the wall in front of him.

Phoebe was startled, and quickly jumped a step to the side. Seeing that the strong Spider-Man climbed up again, he fled away with a roar like his butt was on fire.

So is New York under the protection of such a superhero?

Always felt very dangerous.

_(:з」∠)_

She walked into the elevator with a strange mood, and picked up a letter from the floor mat before turning the key to enter the house.Phoebe sympathized with the poor owl that had flown up to the dozen floors for a few seconds, then picked it up and saw it was a letter from the security office.

Miss Scamander:

We have received your letter, and have recorded the handling of magical animals, and reported it to the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Beasts of the British Ministry of Magic.

In addition, regarding the other incident mentioned in the letter, the Aurors of the Magic Congress will use reasonable means to disclose this matter to the relevant No-Maj departments. Thank you very much for the information you provided.

Finally, the Office of Security would like to reiterate the matter of the use of magic by underage wizards.According to Section 13 of the Restriction of Minor Wizards Act ([-]), minor wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school.According to Section [-] of the International Federation of Wizards' Secrecy Act, any magical activity that may attract the attention of non-magic community members (No-Maj) is a serious violation of the law.Your recent public use of magic has been recorded, and the subsequent influence has been eliminated by the Auror. The Magic Council will not issue a formal warning about this, but I hope you will be more cautious.

The security office has received the approval of the British Ministry of Magic, the letter of guarantee signed by the principal Albus Dumbledore and several members of Sir Merlin, and the reasons related to magical animals mailed by the scholar Newt Scamander. We and The Office of Fantastic Beasts will fully cooperate with you in your work with Scamander scholars.

I wish you a happy life!

tom werfen

Magical Congress Territory Security Management Office

Sure enough, his behavior at that time was still too careless, Phoebe thought sadly.

She opened the door and found official letter paper and a quill from the desk.Just when she was about to write a letter, she suddenly felt lucky and turned the letter paper to the back.

There are also words on the back of the letter paper.

Like the Muggle Yellow Pages, the Magic Council lists a long list of contact numbers on the back of the letter and a connection statement, the latter used to ensure that if a Muggle accidentally dials the number, it will not be connected.At the end of the paper, Tom Wolfen wrote down his personal contact information with Taylor Rice, another Auror from the Office of Fantastic Beasts.

Since the 20s, Grandpa Newt has made great contributions to the Fantastic Beasts events in the United States, and Grandma Tina's position in the Magic Congress has also become higher and higher. Coupled with Grandma Queenie's special ability, the family Both are on the special list for Congress.Although Phoebe herself is not very old, she has far surpassed most adults in the field of Magizoology and Linguistics, and has many years of experience in protecting magical animals. From the current point of view, this is obviously respected.

She thought about it, and sent a group message to Tom and Taylor, telling them that her next move was to deal with a possible candle beast.

A few minutes later, Tom quickly pulled the three of them into a magic chat group, and then posted many precautions in it.

"The local tycoon you're talking about is Hassan Abdul Wahid," Taylor followed up, his voice low, "he sponsored a macaw conservation project, so the person in charge of the project sent him A precious bird egg. Wahd was seen in Las Vegas in May and has been staying in his residence since then. If you can confirm that it is a candle beast, we will discuss the follow-up Method."

Phoebe agreed.

In fact, she already felt that this was probably the case, but she wanted to be more certain.

"In addition, the No-Maj FBI has encountered some difficulties. The high-level officials think it may be an unnatural force. Mutants and superpowers have provided help. The No-Maj government hopes that mages and wizards can also send people to discuss this matter," Tom said. , "Taylor will take you with him at that time. You may need aging potions or polyjuice potions. These potions will be provided by the Magic Council."

Phoebe thought about it and agreed.

She immediately put down her phone and looked at the big T who was stepping on the sofa.

The parrot was probably sperm—the TV was on when Phoebe came home, and Big T was staring at the cherries on the Agriculture Channel, looking like he wanted to fly straight into the TV.

"Someone knocked on the door this afternoon." Seeing Phoebe sitting next to him, Big T said, "I didn't open it."

If you can even open the door, that's fine!

Phoebe didn't ask who it was. If it was the people she thought, they would probably come again.

She waited for several days, and finally on Friday afternoon, she figured out the pattern of her life, and also figured out that the oil country tycoon with no complicated background sent someone to her door for the second time.