Superman is my primary school classmate

Speaking of which, is Clark really left behind by Sean?Actually not.

When Sean appeared at Harry's house, Clark was also ejected, but his foothold was a bit strange, and he did not land precisely on the original location, but on another street a few kilometers away. .

London Temple.

The tall and thin man is sitting comfortably on the recliner, flipping through the books in his hand, the clattering sound of the pages can be heard, the interior decoration of the room is retro and elegant, but there is harsh background music of nightclub swinging DJ style.

"Stephen, I remember the last time I was in the video with you, you were still playing the song of the dead, and it was yesterday..."

"Oh, Christine, music is a bridge of multiple cultures. From different music styles, I can understand the cultures of different countries."

Stephen sighed, put down the book and walked to the front of the computer. The person he is currently videoing is his girlfriend who is thousands of miles away. Stephen blew a kiss.

Christine pushed her glasses, she didn't have time to look at Stephen, she was currently busy sorting out the patient information on hand, sitting at home in home clothes with a cup of coffee in hand.

"What's that?" Stephen saw the starlight in the picture sharply, "Have you started to decorate the Christmas tree yet?"

Christine looked at Stephen speechlessly, "Don't tell me you forgot that tomorrow night is Christmas?"

"Forehead--"

Stephen was a little ashamed. He really forgot that he stayed in the house every day and never went out. Just sorting out documents, sending materials, and practicing spells took up most of his time.

Christine already understood what Stephen meant. Once her boyfriend gets busy, even his girlfriend can be behind work, and he said with a serious face, "Stephen, do you remember what you promised me before you left? "

His girlfriend seemed to be a more terrifying monster than Dormammu, Stephen stammered, "Remember to buy the limited edition lipstick?"

"Ok?"

Isn't it right?Stephen thought hard.

"What's the latest dress this season?"

"what?"

Scratching his ears and cheeks, Stephen couldn't think of it at all, and cursed secretly, his mouth was really serious, what did he say that shouldn't be said!

Christine's anger towards Stephen had reached its peak, "You said you would spend Christmas with me, and I even invited my parents to come together—Stephen! You still want to let me go at this time?"

It turned out to be this, Stephen breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was something.

Christine saw his casual attitude, her hair stood on end, and she was furious, "Do you think I'm joking with you? I specially transferred Rebecca and I for Christmas, and my mother pushed me to work in the company because of you." The party, father asked for leave, and the two of them came here from Florida. You are still in London, listening to music? What are you kidding?! Want to break up? Just say it!"

Seeing his girlfriend talking more and more excited, Stephen slammed the table and began to talk at length. He was in a hurry and didn't know how to explain it.

"Bangdang-"

Something hit the glass skylight overhead, and the glass cracked and fell to the ground.

Christine sensed something was wrong: "What sound?"

Stephen looked up, not forgetting to reassure her, "Looks like the pigeon fell on the window—"

"Boom."

Stephen laughed coldly: "This pigeon looks a little big..."

The muffled loud noise of hitting the ground at noon made Christine anxiously ask Stephen what happened.

Stephen was afraid that Christine would be worried, so he said quickly, "That's it, hang up first, I still have some things to deal with here, tomorrow's Christmas dinner, right, I will be home at 6 o'clock in the evening, don't worry , love you, Christine."

"Alas, wait—"

Speaking of which, Stephen unilaterally cut off the call and closed the computer with a snap.

He walked quietly towards the sound, raised his hand, and the red cloak that had been hanging in the closet seemed to know his thoughts, flexibly wrapped around his arms, and finally tied it around his neck.

"Hi?" Stephen raised his voice, "Is anyone there?"

Echoes echoed inside the empty building

Well, it's actually nonsense to say it, Stephen caught a glimpse of the man lying on the ground at a glance, and his life and death were unknown.

Stephen walked over carefully, and kicked the guy's arm on the ground with his toes, "Hey, it's very cold on the ground now, get up."

He muttered that this guy wouldn't really die, Stephen felt cold that it would be unlucky for someone to die here, he thought about squatting down, and turned the guy over hard.

Peacefully, it's like someone went there, he's still a pretty handsome guy.

Stephen stretched out his hand and went under the guy's nose to see if he was still alive.

The people on the ground suddenly opened a pair of dark eyes, and the eyes were absent and unfocused.

Stephen shook his hands in front of his eyes, "Can you see what it is? It won't fall into a concussion."

The man's eyes gradually cleared up, and he looked at Stephen. Stephen breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately he was still conscious. After receiving the laser light from the man's eyes, he rushed towards Stephen.

At close range, it was difficult for Stephen to dodge. The cloak suddenly blocked Stephen's face, and the refracted lasers ran wildly in the room.

Stephen saw pieces of treasures in the glass cabinet cut in half by lasers.

"A magic scroll left by the greatest magician of the seventeenth century!"

"A double-stick magic weapon from the Middle Ages!"

"Armor engraved with magic boost!"

"The celadon vase that cost 2000 million to auction last week!"

"And my computer! I bought this for 1 yuan!"

Stephen got angry, pulled off his cloak and rolled to hide behind the pillar, his hands quickly formed a formation, and the mana in his hands formed a chain, winding straight towards the man, binding his hands behind his back.

Stephen tightened the chain with one hand, and the man fell to the ground. The cloak flew away and wrapped around the man's head.

After struggling for a while, the man gradually fell asleep under Stephen's spell.

"Phew." Stephen wiped off the sweat from his temples, "Crazy man!"

He looked around with his hips on his hips, his elongated face was almost as black as the bottom of the pot, and he saw that wherever he looked, there was a mess, the bookcases and glass storage cabinets were overturned on the ground, and the walls and the ground were also covered with high-temperature burns. Black marks left behind.

Before taking office, Wang told himself that all property losses would be deducted from his salary, but he didn't know when he would be able to pay it off because his monthly salary was less than [-]% of his previous salary.

Evil thoughts began to appear in Stephen's mind, and his idea of ​​going to the Library to fight the Eye of Agamotto began to stir again.

When Clark regained consciousness, he felt that his hands and feet were bound, and the blindfolded hood could not let a ray of light through, and his muscles tensed in an attempt to get rid of the status quo.

"It's useless, this is the chain I made with my magic power, and no one can untie it unless I order it."

Clark had to be wary of the sound of people close at hand. He didn't hear the sound of breathing or heartbeat of anyone around him, but they appeared out of thin air.

"Actually, my intention is to pursue peace. If you don't resist, I can take the cloak off your head."

Clark nodded hesitantly.

"very good."

Feeling that there was no cover in front of his eyes, Clark opened his eyes, and the person sitting next to him was dressed in a strange defensive posture.

A flash of red light passed by, and the cloak that the man said seemed to be alive, leaning on the man's back, rubbing his cheek affectionately.

"Okay, okay, stop making trouble." Stephen tilted his head to avoid it, but the cloak felt sad that Stephen disliked him, and kept pushing his chin repeatedly, "Stop making trouble! There are still people watching. "

Clark: "..."

Stephen lowered his throat and said seriously: "Do you know what crime you committed?"

Clark chuckled, "I am not guilty, you should be the one who is guilty." He raised his hand and shook it, and the bright shackles appeared in front of the two of them.

It seems to be the truth to say so, Stephen raised his forehead.

"Don't you remember anything?"

Stephen was persuasive, "You smashed into my skylight and fell into the house. When I wanted to save you, you shot me with lasers indiscriminately and destroyed the entire house!"

Clark raised his eyebrows, "Oh, really?" But he couldn't remember anything.

"Oh, is it?" Stephen was so angry that his nose was crooked by this understatement, "Most of my collections and books here are destroyed, so you don't have any guilt? Lose money! There is no negotiation."

Stephen put down these words, took out the counted bill and threw it on Clark's chest, "Look for yourself."

Clark glanced at it hastily, and slowly listed two large lists of items, and the number in the final compensation quotation was exaggeratedly followed by a series of zeros, "I have no impression."

Stephen knew it. He took out a tablet, poked it on the screen, called up the monitor, pushed and pulled it with both hands to zoom in, and came to Clark, "Is this you?"

The video was dimly exposed and slightly shaken, but it roughly recorded the situation at that time. In the center of the screen, Clark's half-body was suspended in the air, shooting wildly with his laser eyes. Wherever he went, there was devastation. All subdued by the master on the spot.

Stephen retracted the tablet, leaned back on the chair with his legs crossed, "Is there anything else you want to say?"

Clark said calmly, "I have no money."

Stephen was choked, but on second thought, Clark has no money, and there are other people who can pay it for him.

He took out a coin from his mouth and threw it in the air. Clark squinted his eyes. It was a gold Galleon, and this was exactly what Stephen took out of Clark's chest pocket.

Stephen grinned cruelly.

"You don't have any money, so I'll go to the Ministry of Magic to ask for money. Wizards are now daring to run wild on our territory. It's just a matter of skill."

The author has something to say: Sean tremblingly touched his wallet, and shook his head: I can't afford it...

I thought about correcting the bug mentioned in the previous chapter, and then found that I didn’t find that Slughorn is a professor of herbal medicine. Could it be that my brain has an illusion... emmmmm...