Superman is my primary school classmate

Sean had a very weird dream. When he was in junior high school, he skipped class with his good friends and went to ride a roller car in an amusement park. The howling wind was blowing on his face, and the feeling of diving down at the highest point of the track was very real. And in a blink of an eye, the world fell apart, Godzilla sprayed fire and leveled the amusement park, everyone was not spared, and so was Sean.

When Godzilla staggered and moved his butt off the ground, it was Sean who was crushed into a pancake underneath.

The reality of the dream made Sean tremble involuntarily, opened his eyes suddenly, and blinked hard for a while before adapting to the darkness inside the room.

From the neck down, it was sore like being run over by an elephant. He also believed that he had just finished a full marathon.

He is now lying on a soft bed, covered with a thick woolen blanket, the bed is against the window, the thick curtains are half drawn, the sky outside the house is dim and dark, and there is still light rain, and the raindrops are hitting the glass window Winding down, the time has come to the evening.

There was a pleasant carbohydrate smell of baked potatoes in the room, and a small copper oil lamp on the wall above the bed cast a warm firelight on his face.

The burnt aroma caused Sean's stomach to growl in a low voice.

"woke up?"

A boy rang in Sean's ear. After the sound of small footsteps, the man walked to the bed and helped Sean up, stacked two pillows behind his waist, and carefully supported his head against the head of the bed.

"Clark?"

Sean was slurred, and as soon as he spoke, he immediately realized that it was a stranger who was taking care of him.

The room is very warm, the interior of the room is open, and the head can be seen at a glance. Just beside the table not far away, an electric stove is lit, and the teapot on it is gurgling.

After licking his chapped lips, Sean stared straight at the steaming spout of the teapot, and found himself even thirstier.

The man noticed Xiao En's gaze, and hurriedly ran to the cabinet to search for a clean cup, "Wait a minute!"

There was a clanging sound of pots and pans falling in the distance, and an apple that had been half-eaten and blackened and oxidized rolled to Sean's bedside, and he silently turned his head away. , pretending not to see.

On the sofa seat by the fireplace, there are high piles of clothes, socks and scarves scattered all over the place, leftover sandwiches on the table, crumpled oil paper, and coffee stains on the rim of the placed mug , papers and books are piled up randomly, it seems that he is busy with work all day and neglects the management of his own life.

Moreover, Xiao En guessed that the man must be single, and there is no smell of the opposite sex here. From the beginning to the end, he exudes a kind of depression of a single person who is making do with life.

"Drink while it's hot."

The man wiped the cup with his cuff, poured a full cup of milk tea, and carefully held it to Sean's palm.

"Thank you."

The warm milk tea trickled down Sean's throat, making all the pores of Sean's body feel comfortable. He raised the question that had been rolling in his stomach, and asked with a little vigilance, "Who are you, how could I it's here?"

The man looked a little nervous, his green eyes flicked around, but he didn't dare to look directly at Sean, and kept rubbing his hands on his loose and even fuzzy home pants, "Don't be surprised after hearing this, you are now... …U.K."

"U.K?"

Sean blinked his eyes. Did he hear correctly? To be precise, April Fool's Day has passed.

The joke was not funny, Sean poured it into his mouth while holding the teacup, forgetting that it had just been poured from the boiling teapot.

"puff--"

The man avoided Sean's waterfall attack with a strong figure, while the latter kept waving his hands to dissipate his breath with his swollen tongue, and even poured the remaining milk tea in the cup onto Sean's top, His neck flowed into his chest, and he didn't care about it. The milk tea burned the skin of Sean's collarbone red all at once.

What the hell is going on, Sean wants to cry but has no tears.

The discarded cup had fallen on the edge of the bed, and the bed sheet was soaked with liquid, which was full of the fragrance of tea, dripping wetly and hitting the wooden floor.

Sean only felt that his head was getting hot, and he squeezed out a forced smile at the man in embarrassment.

His arms stretched out tremblingly straight, his fingertips touched the wall of the cup with difficulty, and his fingertips were so bare that it was difficult for him to exert force. He wanted to move the cup back little by little, concentrating on it, as if he had achieved the unity of the characters. state.

But the weather was unsatisfactory, and Sean seemed to enlarge his ear when his fingertips touched the skin of the cup, making a "ziliu" sound, and saw the cup wave his hand, saying goodbye to Sean, without turning his head. Jumped back into the abyss.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Sean was still in the posture of throwing his upper body out, his eyes popped out, and the glass that fell in front of him barely stopped at a height of less than one centimeter from the ground.

The man was startled by Xiao En's big movement and shouted. He held a small wooden stick in his right hand, and the tip of the stick was pointed at the cup hovering in mid-air.

The wooden stick in the man's hand was like a wooden stand on a marionette. He lowered his elbow slightly, and the cup landed firmly on the ground.

Sean's throat twitched slightly. Anyway, he still had some common sense. When he was a child, he saw people wearing pointed hats, cloaks, and a magic wand in their pictorial albums. Heard the fairy tale of King Arthur and Merlin.

Although the man in front of me was dressed like an otaku who had been staying at home for thousands of years, the deep dark circles under his eyes could hang down to his chin, his sparse beard hadn't been shaved, and his hair looked a little messy, But, he should, might, probably be a wizard...

Sean has frankly accepted his identity as a mutant, adhering to a tolerant heart, of course it is understandable that there are wizards in this world, he comforted himself like this.

"Uh." The man bent down to pick up the teacup, put it on the table behind him, blended into the pile of garbage piled up on it without any pressure, and rubbed his hands embarrassedly, "I scared you, Ma Gua usually has a big, big reaction like you when he knows our existence for the first time."

"No, it's just a little unexpected."

Sean touched his chest, and immediately became dry and comfortable after being poked by the wooden stick that the man said was a magic wand.

There was a smile in the man's emerald eyes, and his whole body was like the sunshine in winter, bringing warmth to people. He stretched out his hand and introduced himself, "Harry Potter."

Harry briefly told Sean about the process of discovering him. In recent years, the situation in the British magical world has been tense, and the monitoring has become more intense every year. The Ministry of Magic monitored.

As Minister of Aurors, Harry sent three groups of small teams to pursue. He led a pair of them to catch up at the southeast corner of Greenwich, just in time to meet the enemy's support, and started a fight.

During the magic battle, one of the Oro accidentally hit Sean, causing him to fall from a high altitude to the ground, causing multiple comminuted fractures.

"……fracture?"

Sean touched his neck and arms with both hands. He didn't feel anything wrong, except that his muscles were a little weak. What happened when he didn't know!

"We treated you right away." Harry explained, "There is no problem anymore, as long as you pay attention to rest these few days, you will be alive and well as before."

Only then did Sean nod in relief. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Clark. He must be very worried about being kidnapped and taken to the other side of the Pacific Ocean, as well as Laura.

"It's just that we haven't checked the status quo yet." Harry said kindly, "But the British Ministry of Magic will solve your problem as soon as possible. During this period, I will protect your personal safety, and you can live in my home with peace of mind. The surrounding area is covered with defensive spells, except for colleagues and friends, almost no one knows about it, as long as you don’t go out and walk around, in this enchantment, they will not easily track your whereabouts.”

Sean raised his hand and asked, "Can't I go out?"

"In general, it is like this."

"Then can I call my companion, or send a message." Sean blinked and looked at Harry earnestly, "I don't have my mobile phone with me, can I borrow yours?"

"what?"

Harry didn't expect such an operation, and he seemed a little unresponsive.

Don't be an antique, do people still not use mobile phones in modern society?

He gestured with his hands, "It's just this big, it's bright, it can be used for typing, watching videos, and chatting, understand? MOBILPHONE?"

There was a black line on Harry's forehead, and he watched inexplicably as Sean jumped out of his mouth letter by letter, as if he was calling a three-year-old child English.

He waved away the books on the table, and found a dusty tablet underneath.

"This one is fine, but I haven't used it for a long time. I don't know if there is still electricity." Harry found a charging cable with a peeling outer skin exposing the inner metal core, removed the bedside table, and plugged it into the socket underneath. , "WiFi is my initials, and the password is 8 8."

Sean took over the tablet, which was actually a new model released a few months ago.

Harry scratched his head, "It was brought by a colleague in the ministry when he went on a business trip to the United States, but I'm still used to using the old one."

"That's right." Sean nodded thoughtfully, and confirmed again, "Can I really use this to send messages? Listening to you, it seems that I can't appear in this world now."

"It's not that exaggerated." Harry smiled. "The wizarding world has its own network service provider. All information is transmitted in one direction and will not be intercepted. If you crack it forcibly, you will only see a piece of garbled code."

"magic……"

After turning on the tablet, the first thing Sean clicked on was an app similar to ordering meals on the top of the first page. There were all kinds of dishes in it, "Harry, I'm hungry, can I order a takeaway first?"

Harry said, "No, I'm already making dinner and it'll be ready soon."

Xiao En knew that it was not good to hit other people's self-confidence at this time, so he sniffed his nose, "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I smell something burnt..."

Harry thought of the stewed chicken with potatoes that had been cooking on the stove, and then his face turned black, then turned white, and then turned red again. The wonderful changes on his face let Sean know that a person's face can There are so many colors.

The author has something to say: Ding Dong, you have a new XX takeaway order!