Superman is my primary school classmate

Harry's room is the most typical single apartment, small enough for one person to live in, and there is only one bedroom in the whole house.

Sean was still struggling with how to deal with the rest of the two grown men when they went to bed at night, but Harry had already figured out how to solve it one step ahead of Sean.

He pulled out his wand and tapped the sofa. With the waving of the wand, the sofa became an object that could be pinched at will. It was stretched and compressed and began to deform. A small wooden bed for people to sleep on.

"I'll just settle it in the living room."

Taking care of Sean's body is still recovering, Harry gave Sean the only bed.

But in fact, Harry didn't sleep on the bed with the transfiguration spell cast on it. Instead, he was bent over his desk all night and immersed himself in his official duties. Even in the second half of the night, he couldn't stop for a moment. There was no one there the next day.

Perhaps because of physical and mental exhaustion, as soon as Xiao En's head touched the pillow, he fell into the drowsy water and became unconscious. It was already the next morning when he opened his eyes again.

The long sleep made Sean full of electricity, and the muscles and bones all over his body began to glow with new life, and even the tips of his hair exuded a sense of agility.

Taking advantage of the morning loosening and exercising, Sean looked around the house, which is no different from an ordinary apartment, with household equipment such as TV, refrigerator, oven, toaster, etc., in his opinion, the most unusual Yes, only the owner of the apartment is a wizard.

When passing by the balcony, Sean kept in mind Harry's advice not to show his face outside casually, so he stepped on the dividing line between the balcony and the back room's floor tiles, and briefly glanced outside.

Unexpectedly, it is not what Xiao En imagined. The bubble originally punctured described that in order to avoid being disturbed by humans, wizards can only live in the wilderness, and there are few people within a radius of one kilometer. Solved by magic.

The apartment is located in the bustling city, adjacent to the road. On the second floor, you can clearly hear the sound of the horn from downstairs, mixed with the impatient scolding of the driver, and even the sound of pedestrians' soles hitting the stone surface. bottom of ear.

Wide and clean streets, row upon row of steeple-roofed houses, neighbors who greet each other, the sense of the city that I haven't felt for a long time suddenly hits my face, just like the morning rain and dew slapping on Sean's face, making him tremble and tremble.

Pressing down his curled bangs, Sean scratched his back and walked towards the kitchen. Sean's stomach was already hungry after a night of consumption, and his stomach began to sing empty plans, beating gongs and drums, crying for food, and desperately needing to eat, so he decided to find Just stuff your stomach with something.

Harry's kitchen is exactly the same as when Sean was alone at home. The dinner dishes lost yesterday were soaked in water, and it is estimated that they will not be cleaned until a week later when weird green hairs start to spread. The trash can is always full. The core was never thrown in, the knives and forks in the cabinet would never be placed in pairs, and one would never be found missing, and the dripping cup was placed on the log chopping board, with a deep print Water marks……

The friendly picture made Sean nod in satisfaction, and sauntered over lazily. The so-called out of sight, out of mind, he ran directly to the refrigerator against the wall. It was the scene in front of him that really made him dumbfounded.

In the retro lemon yellow small refrigerator, Sean opened the lower fresh-keeping layer, and the inside seemed to be another small world, completely different from the outside.

There is a huge underground storage room hidden inside the refrigerator. The shelves are infinitely extended, and the shelves are crowded with a variety of foods. Sean looked at the back of the refrigerator several times to confirm that the size of the refrigerator is normal, and Sean realized, "This is magic."

Sean stepped into the refrigerator cautiously. If someone told him half a month ago that people could stand in the refrigerator, he might just think that the person was joking, but now it seems that it is not an exaggeration at all. The next elephant is more than enough.

The storage room exudes a slight coolness. In addition to the larger area, that is, the enlarged version of the fresh-keeping layer, it makes people feel that the people have become smaller, rather than enlarged.

The dazzling brilliance projected above his head made Sean blink his eyes, and when he looked up, there were all kinds of glass bottles filled with crystal clear liquids, which were neatly sorted.

When Finch worked as a part-time bartender before, he stopped by the wine cellar to visit, and it was not as scary as before. The order of magnitude can completely supply a normal hotel for a day. "Should I be so exaggerated?"

Whether it's other people's privacy or hobbies, if Harry doesn't say anything, Sean knows it's better not to talk too much, obediently curbs his curiosity, picks out a steak and leaves.

The steak still exudes a seductive smell when it is stored in the refrigerator, but after all, it has just been taken out of the layer that can be regarded as the fresh-keeping room, and it is directly placed in it. Even if the appearance is still bright and beautiful, Sean is still worried that it will It is safer to heat the bacteria that have grown overnight.

Sean is very good at heating cooked food. He has lived outside for so many years, and the most proficient operation is to open the microwave oven, put food in, and close the door to set the time.

But when Sean stood in front of the microwave, he hesitated.

According to the routine, this must not be a simple small appliance, it is definitely superior, maybe the microwave oven can talk by itself, or it can explode when heated, all kinds of strange fantasies began to emerge in Sean's mind , he stood two meters away, afraid of any unexpected situation.

Picking up the pot cover hanging on the wall as a shield, Sean moved to a safe position bit by bit, with his back pressed against the wall, picked up the broom next to the sofa, and hooked the oven door with the bent handle .

Not to mention the microwave oven, even the size of the broom that Sean is holding in his hand is different from that of ordinary people, and the name is engraved in small gold-plated characters on the wooden handle, which makes Sean firmly believe that this is not an ordinary heating broom. Micro-wave oven.

"Put down what's in your hand!"

Suddenly, a strange male voice came from behind, with some panic in his tone, he yelled at Sean angrily.

Sean subconsciously dropped the lid of the pot in his left hand, and the sound of the free-falling iron lid hitting the ground and scratching their ears made both of them shrink their necks at the same time.

"It's another one!"

The sharp cry of the visitor was deafening, and he stepped forward and snatched the broom in Sean's hand, stroking it gently in his hand, as if it was a fragile life rather than an inorganic body, holding it in the palm of his hand, and every word came to Sean's mouth. , "Do you know what you were doing just now! You almost destroyed a beauty!"

Sean's eyelids twitched wildly, and someone who came out of nowhere yelled nonsense in front of him, "Beauty?" If he hadn't seen him and Harry wearing the same Auror uniform and wizard robes, he would have opened his mouth in disregard of his image shout for help.

This guy is not talking about the broom in his hand, is he?

Although it may be regarded as some kind of work of art, the branches and leaves at the tail are combed neatly and neatly, and a ring of brass is tightly hooped to the oak handle, but it can't distort the reality and say that a broom is a person?

The person's bright red hair is particularly dazzling, his facial features are correct, his skin is fair, and the freckles on his cheekbones make him look extraordinarily young.

The visitor also realized that his attitude was a bit tough, and he stuck his neck, but he was unwilling to apologize to Sean, "I'm just a little worried about the Sword Rain, how can you, a Muggle, know it's good!"

He danced and introduced the broomstick in his hand, "Last year, there were less than twenty new broomsticks released by Nimbus in the entire wizarding world, and there were only two in the UK, one of which was given to the national team's Phil II. The other one is in my hands now, and it was specially given to Harry by Nimbus!"

It sounded so precious, but Harry put it aside everywhere. Instead, this guy looked like some kind of peerless treasure, complaining repeatedly that Harry didn't put it in a glass cabinet and kept it properly. I don't know who is the real owner.

Continue to Sean Cope: "The top speed can reach 150 kilometers per hour, the speed-up time is greatly shortened, and the stable shock absorber system can communicate the impact at a speed of one thousandth of a second even if a dementor hits it. Whether it is safety or other aspects, it can be said that it is the most powerful broom in the entire wizarding world! Last year, Phil II used this broom to defeat those hateful Yankees in the flying competition."

Naked discrimination, do you know that there is a Yankee in front of you...

"So, that Phil II won the first place by relying on it?"

"No.1 is not." The visitor muttered in a low voice to defend, "It's only second, but it's definitely not because the Jianyu is inferior to the broom designed by the French, it's because of the weather, which affects its performance!"

Realizing that his frenetic appearance with loud voice and spittle was seen by an outsider, and that person began to flush from forehead to neck at a speed visible to the naked eye, and aimed at his temper, Sean knew that it was definitely because of embarrassment Resulting in, "Ron Weasley."

Ron took a deep breath, sorted out his facial expressions, and made himself look more calm and calm. He was a mature and reliable Auror, not a fluffy brat who just entered society, "There is something wrong with the department, haha Let me take you away."

Sean asked, "Take me away? You mean I can go back to America now?"

In the next second, Ron glared at him.

He threw off the hem of his wizard robe, and stood in front of the fireplace with his back straight. There was a basin of floo powder beside the fireplace. Ron pointed, his face didn't change at all. Seeing that Sean was still standing there in a daze, he grabbed Sean's shoulder and walked in, "Let's go to the Ministry of Magic."

The author has something to say: Ron: I only need to work another 45 years, six months and seven days to save enough money to buy a new broom!