Meeting a 'New York Good Neighbor' Spider-Man in the business district of New York doesn't seem to be an incomprehensible thing, at least that's what Harry thinks...
So, his reaction is normal.
"Good afternoon, it's such an honor to meet you!" Harry said sincerely, "Do you need any help?"
Spider-Man: "Hat? No, no, no... kid, this is not a game, I don't need help, you just need to... get out of here!"
There was a cold sweat in his voice, revealing an urgency as if he was rushing to the toilet. Harry looked at the car above his head, and then looked at the shaky things that looked like white lines that were actually spider silk, and then he suddenly understood the other person. Maybe I thought I didn't understand the situation clearly.
Harry showed an apologetic expression to Spider-Man. He stepped aside and said, "Is it really not necessary? I think..."
"No, kid, this is really not a joke..." Spider-Man's voice sounded very young. It felt weird when he called Harry a kid, but this did not prevent him from talking to Harry as a superhero. Communicate, "Yes, that's it, you retreat to a safe position and then... then...?!!"
His voice stopped suddenly, and the people in the car trembled, fearing that the car they were in would fall down began to scream in low voices, and the donut in Ron's mouth fell to the ground.
I saw the boy who was just a head taller than the mailbox, that is, Harry, raising one hand high and drawing an arc like a massage with his palm. The carriage, which was originally hung by spider silk, was slowly moving. It floated slowly, flipping from the sky near the boy to the correct position like a swimming girl. It was as if gravity disappeared and it stabilized in the air. Before the people inside could even breathe a sigh of relief, the carriage descended slowly and smoothly, finally making a gentle and steady contact with the earth.
Spider-Man watched in shock as all of this happened. After the boy gently lowered the car to the ground, walked up and easily pried open the iron door, the boy faced his The expression is still so sincere, so sincere that it hurts the eyes of someone with twinkling green eyes.
Does this child have holy light in his eyes? ?
Peter also heard the child say: "I think you should have just left some crime scene and were busy arresting the prisoner - everything is fine here, sir. I wish you good luck in your fight against crime, sir."
At that moment, Spider-Man, also known as Peter Parker, felt for a second like a useless adult wrapped in a mask and tights.
——Wait a minute, I’m just a middle school student! And the kid was right, I had to rush to fight crime!
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"Merlin's trousers -" Ron's eyes widened as he watched Spider-Man jump between tall buildings and kick an enemy away.
"I thought wizards didn't wear long pants." Harry said with a wink.
"That's not the point!" Fred muttered to himself, "Oh my god, brother, did you see it? Although he is a weirdo who wears tights and plays the role of a spider, but if we can do it like him-"
"——Our great prank career in Hogarts is unparalleled." Gee answered with a flash in his eyes, "Look at him, he can fly in the air without riding a light wheel! His movements, his flips! From He is my idol from now on! Brother!"
"You're right brother, look at his figure, Merlin, how flexible he is!"
Hermione and Draco couldn't help but look at Harry at the same time. Harry, who could grow wings and fly hundreds of meters high... the corners of his mouth twitched every day.
"Have you all figured out the point?!" Ron yelled, uncontrollably spraying donut crumbs everywhere, "That man - he can make spider silk like a spider! He uses this - —Across high-rise buildings! And look at him, he kicked away the fang-clawed monster in the distance - sorry Harry, what is the name of this monster?"
"...That seems to be a person. Well, if you are willing, I will go back and help you find out." Harry subconsciously pushed up his glasses and said. There are often criminals in New York, some with superpowers, some without superpowers, some who equip themselves the day after tomorrow, some who look like humans, some who don't quite look like humans... Judging from the news that Harry can hear, these people can all gather together. The volume is as thick as "Hogart History", and Harry, who is studying abroad, couldn't tell his name for a while.
"Thanks, brother!" Ron's face turned red with excitement, "He is so cool and strong! Who is he, Harry, what did you just say he was? Do you know his name?!"
"Wait a minute, Ron..." Neville was watching Spider-Man leave in shock, but when he thought of some of Ron's minor questions, he suddenly felt that Ron might be unkind to himself if he continued to ask, "You're not …”
"Don't remind him," Draco stretched out his hand to stop Neville. The ruthless Mr. Malfoy was indifferent to Spider-Man, but he was quite enthusiastic about watching Easley's jokes. His face was full of a 'sneer.jpg' expression, with a trace of it. Playfully, "Let's see how long it takes him to find out."
Harry on the other side didn't realize this little problem, so he repeated it casually: "I just came from? Oh, of course I know him, um, it's not that kind of acquaintance, it's the kind of situation where I know him but he doesn't. , ron, he is Spider-Man, a... well, let's put it this way, a crime-fighting hero."
"Spider-Man?" Ginny's eyes also sparkled, obviously girls love heroes, "Wow - wow - he - he is so - amazing -"
Hermione was initially stunned by the unique "everyday scenes in America" and the "American Good Neighbors" she had only vaguely seen on YouTube, but soon her curiosity could no longer be stopped, just like she did back then. Like entering hogarts, she immediately asked the question: "Spider-Man? How does he 'spider'?"
"Well... from what I've heard, he can shoot spider silk, climb walls like a spider, be as agile and light as a spider," Harry also joked in passing, "and wears tights with spider and spider web patterns, saying Maybe you can even turn into an eight-legged spider——"
There was a thud, and Harry watched in shock as Ron's face turned pale, he trembled, and fell down with a thud, and Neville had to use his quick eyesight and quick hands to catch him.
"...I'm sorry, Harry, Ron was frightened by a bunch of Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest last time. Poor Ron," Neville explained for his best friend, supporting Ron sympathetically, "Now once he is reminded of something, It won’t work until that point.”
"Yes, yes, poor little Rony, did he just realize it? Really?" Fred took one of his brother's hands.
"Now he even saw a small one in the attic - I promise it's really a small spider." Gee took Ron's other hand.
The twins helped lift Ron up.
"He'll turn pale—"
"Heartbeat--"
"My limbs are numb——"
"I can't breathe-"
"He's so scared—"
"Still sweating profusely——"
After singing in harmony, they both said in unison: "—and then he fell!"
"So, if possible, don't mention spiders to him~~~~"
Harry thought for a while and found that the symptoms sounded a bit familiar. He glanced left and right, and then looked sympathetically at Ron who wanted to roll his eyes. He sincerely suggested: "Um, but this is a symptom of hyperpnea, gee, Fred, I think instead of spiders, you should take him to St. Mungo's to see how to treat it after you go back..."
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Harry forced the doors of the fallen carriage open, so the people trapped inside were able to escape in droves, which inevitably caused a stampede. Harry also tore down the walls of the carriage, and after the removal, he took a few friends with him. He recited the 'Don't pay attention to me' spell and sneaked away. To be honest, if they were surrounded by a crowd and pestered by all-pervasive reporters, Harry and the others might not have to do anything else today.
"——Harry, we are not allowed to use magic during the holidays!" Hermione whispered, "There are no guardians here!"
"Come on, Granger, you're talking about someone else," Draco said unconcernedly, "Those monitoring magics are connected to wands. If they are not discovered, it is not a violation, and the Ministry of Magic can't figure out whether he is using magic! "
That said, this is at least a wandless magic.
Easley's four brothers and sisters and Neville all looked at Harry with admiration and slightly strange eyes. Harry simply pretended that he didn't see it. Who could he tell him about the inconsistent teaching progress?
"Ahem." Sneaking into another alley, Harry asked the group: "Do you still want to continue shopping? Or should you go back first?"
"...Merlin, how can you continue shopping on the streets of New York like this?!" Ron looked at the monsters over there who came over like octopuses and smashed the roads and buildings, and felt deeply British. "Can it be done? Can it be done?"
He pointed to a circle of passers-by who looked a little crazy outside - not only a few people were running away and screaming, but many of them were taking pictures and videos with their mobile phones. Harry could imagine that there were new things on Twitter and YouTube today. was uploaded.
Harry: "...Although I don't see it too often, it's okay. We can go shopping on the other side of the city... Neville, get down!"
He rushed over and knocked Neville down. The next second, something red and blue came over like a football. It hit the wall behind Ron, and then slowly slid down... and hit the ground with a thud. .
"Hey, man, what do you think I am, a football? Are you serious about this arc?" Spider-Man, who had only been away for a few minutes, seemed to have climbed up unscathed, and while complaining, he looked at Harry. , he greeted Harry and the others awkwardly, "Hey, what a coincidence, it's me again - why don't you run away?"
Harry didn't have time to say hello to him. His eyes were fixed on Spider-Man's calves and back, especially the back, where there was a big tear. Harry's senses were very keen, and the smell of blood was everywhere. Drilling into his nose.
"You are injured, sir, and you need immediate medical attention." He said firmly, and Draco rolled his eyes next to him, worried about Harry's...how should I say, premature onset of future occupational diseases. By the way, do you still remember Harry's ideal of becoming a doctor? This is it.
"No, no, I'm fine. Thank you, kid, thank you. It looks scary, right, but it's actually just a little... minor injury! Thank you for your concern!" Spider-Man jumped up and stroked it, which hurt. He stretched out his hand to shoot the spider silk to high places and flew away, "You'd better go to a safer place! It's very dangerous here~~Dangerous~~~Dangerous~~~"
His voice echoed here for a long time, but the person had already flown away, leaving Harry with his brows knitted together and his friends who couldn't pick up their jaws. Until Neville covered the back of his head and asked: "Harry, Harry ?Do we really have to get out of here?" A group of people started to move.
But when they arrived at a safe coffee shop, Harry's head moved towards a certain target like a sunflower, and those who didn't know it thought there was a second sun there.
"Don't tell me that I'm going to-" Draco warned and pointed at the huge octopus-like mechanical enemy in the distance and the fighting Spider-Man. The little shadow said, "——The muddy waters of this thing."
"No, of course not," Harry quickly replied without turning around, "I am not a commissioner of the Avengers or SHIELD. My father told us that I am not an official member of the X-Men. It is important to help people in this situation. First, fleeing from a dangerous scene is second, attacking is not recommended.”
"Then why are you staring over there?" Draco said rudely, "Your neck is about to be twisted off."
"Harry? Harry?" Hermione waved her hand in front of his eyes and asked worriedly, "Harry? What's wrong with you?"
Harry's brows knitted and unclenched, relaxed and knitted again, and finally sighed.
"I'm thinking about Spider-Man's injuries," Harry said. "I heard that he doesn't belong to any organization for the time being. I don't know if he can get effective treatment after defeating the enemy."
"What does this mean, Harry?" Ron asked puzzledly, "Can't he go to a Muggle hospital? Isn't he a hero? I think the hospital is willing to treat him or something..."
"Can't he go to Muggle St. Mungo's?" Ginny also asked in a low voice.
"Won't a Muggle St. Mungo's help a hero?" Neville asked.
The twins looked at each other and knew from Harry's expression that the situation might not be so good.
"...It's not impossible, but it's different from Aurors," Harry scratched his hair, stared at the Twitter he had just opened on his phone, and quickly searched for 'spiderman' to check the news, "ell, that's it, guys, Unlike other people, heroes like Spider-Man keep their identities secret. If he goes to the hospital, his identity may be exposed. Reporters will not let him go, and the police - even Aurors - may not let him go. I’ll let him go.”
"Just like reporters, schools, the public, and the Ministry of Magic, there are always people who will not let you go, you two, you." Hermione immediately understood the meaning, pointed at Harry and Draco, and then pointed at Ron and Neville, and they all To fight the enemies of the world, fighting eight-eyed spiders and unreliable professors, heroes are indeed desirable, but no matter before or after, the help they can actually receive from the public is very little.
Of course Draco and Harry understand this, they can know it just by watching the movie; and Ron and Neville also understand this very well.
Harry still had something to say - Spider-Man was trying his best to help the city, but many people thought he was very illegal. He is a duty-bound policeman with superpowers, and duty means "not so regular" at the same time. Rather than belonging to any agency representative, this obligatory behavior is not guaranteed. More importantly, when Harry heard Spider-Man speak, his voice was quite young. Being young meant that they would... hide it from their elders and act on their own. In fact, they said they were fine when something happened. Thinking of this, an idea popped into his mind, and Harry couldn't get rid of it because the smell of blood on Spider-Man lingered like an illusion.
"Hmm..." Harry finished searching Twitter and looked at the circle of people uncertainly for a long time. "Um, friends, I don't know if you can allow me to leave for a while. I want to go... do something. Son."
He spoke with great anxiety and caution, fearing that his friends would feel slighted and attack him because of his actions, but, just like Draco mocked him: "Are you asking this to a bunch of Gryffindors? Really? ?A bunch of Gryffindors?”
But this thing is like what Ron said: "Oh, Harry, buddy, you don't have to be like this - we are Gryffindor, and we believe that as long as this thing really helps people, then go for it! "
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"O, m, g! Who can tell me what happened to that octopus - ow - it hurts -"
Peter Parker almost killed himself in the alley. He was in a bad state because he fell into the artificial lake and was soaked all over - his hand was slightly dislocated, his calf was bleeding, and there was a big gash in his back - and he He had to hurry back to the crowd. He took advantage of the chaos to go to the alley and put on his uniform. Harry must be looking for him. He was always there. He just saw Harry calling his name in the crowd.
Today is a hard day - Harry, Harry Osborn, his best brother, they grew up playing together, Harry has always been his good buddy, they were in elementary school and middle school, but in high school, Harry was taken by his father They were sent to a private school, the kind that rich people go to. The teaching there is elite and the management is strict, so it is difficult for them to have fun together for a day.
However, the friendship between Harry and him will not change - even though the incident happened suddenly today, Peter was still moved by Harry's actions.
ell, Peter couldn't tell what kind of feeling he felt inside - this feeling was swollen, warm, well, just a little bit like a hot dog with yellow mustard, even if it was expensive Even though they only met a few times when they were free, Harry always cared about Peter's Harry. This made the young Spider-Man couldn't help but giggle. This was a very surprising thing that had happened to him infrequently during this time. Things make people happy, and they need more of these things in their lives!
He took out his mobile phone from the bag he picked up and prepared to reply to the text message from Harry full of exclamation points. Of course, he couldn't go to see Harry like this... He randomly picked out an excuse in his head and felt a little bit. Limping out of the alley.
But maybe today was really not his lucky day - for example, he finally went out with Harry and encountered a difficult enemy - as soon as he turned his head, he saw the target of his text message.
"Oh, oh oh, no..." He wanted to turn back to the alley. He even said silently, "This is not a movie. I am not so unlucky, not so unlucky, not so unlucky." But his goal was to look around on the street eagerly to find someone. , almost like fate, in the next second, Peter was caught in the other party's sight, and the other party shouted: "Oh, my God, Pete——" and ran over.
Oh no, this is simply Murphy's Law——
The Spider-Man in Peter's heart wailed, but the Peter Parker in his heart said hey, this is your fault, Harry did nothing wrong, Harry just came to find you.
Peter Parker slapped Spider-Man away, so Peter could only smile dryly as Harry flew over to him almost in shock, grabbed his shoulders, and then, of course, Harry's eyes scanned him from head to toe.
"omg, what's wrong with you, buddy?" Harry Osborn was frightened by the appearance of his good brother before he could take a breath, "How did you get yourself into this state?! You are like being fucked by ten A flash was besieged!"
"I... accidentally... Anyway, I'm sorry, Harry, I accidentally got lost. There were too many people, too noisy, and too many people with mobile phones, so I was squeezed out of the way." Peter said dryly. Trying to explain, trying to make his reasons sound reasonable, "Hey, you know, Harry, there is an artificial lake over there, I just-"
"Wait," Harry raised his hand to stop him worriedly, "I seem to smell blood... are you injured, Pete?" he asked uncertainly and hurriedly, while reaching out to grab him hard. Peter's shoulders, trying to turn him around to have a look, his eyes suddenly focused on his hair and neck, "Are you wet? Are you attracted by that Spider-Man and Octopus who don't know where they came from? Has the monster fight affected you?!"
"I'm fine, Harry, I'm not injured, how could I be injured?" Peter's heart was pounding nervously. This was the first time he was caught taking off his uniform, and by an acquaintance, he was almost incoherent, "Listen , Harry, I’m fine, I’m fine—”
These words were too pale, and they only made Harry more and more confused about what happened to his good friend just now.
Just when Peter was desperately trying to straighten out the logic of his excuse, a polite voice interrupted their confrontation.
"I'm sorry," a boy's voice said, "Can you excuse me... Oh, it's really you!"
Harry Osborn and Peter Parker turned back together and found a boy with black hair and green eyes standing across the road, full of joy and gratitude. He quickly crossed the road to them with an enthusiasm that neither of them understood, and walked around from the side. Come over and hug Peter.
"Thank you so much just now!" The boy raised his head. His bright, sincere green eyes reminded Peter of where he had seen this child. Peter's mind went blank for almost an instant, and he felt that all the blood was flowing out. Upwelling.
Jesus, how did this kid find him? ! How did this child appear here? How did he know Spider-Man was his? Is he here to find Spider-Man? What is he going to do? Reading a thank-you note to Spider-Man aloud?
"Thank you for helping me grab my school bag! There is my thesis in it!"
However, what was different from Peter's imagination was that the boy's expression and tone were full of sincerity, enthusiasm and gratitude. What he said seemed to be true, and he never mentioned Spider-Man. It was true. Peter began to doubt it. I remembered my excellent memory, what the hell, have I really done this? Have I ever done this before? But at this moment, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The boy's hands reached behind his back and he hugged him. The hands seemed to be hugging him, but the heat on his back disappeared, his calf stopped bleeding, his hair and skin became dry, and...oh Oh my god, oh my god, the faint smell of blood in the air is gone! His spider-sense was unresponsive, what happened to his injuries from this kid? ? What happened to his body? omg, Spider-Man has a self-healing ability comparable to that of a spider, but it will take effect quickly after he at least replenishes energy (eats) and then sleeps!
The healing process of that wound was... I could feel the child's hand stroking his back lightly, and after a tolerable sting, the wounds became warm, like someone holding the painful thorn net on his back. The child was taken away, the scars may still be there, but the harm does not last.
The smell of his soaking in the artificial lake disappeared, and his hair and skin were as dry as if they had been dried by fire. The sun successfully produced sweat and temperature instead of evaporating water vapor, which made people feel chilled...
Peter's whole body felt comfortable to the core. He might still be in a little pain, but there was a sense of 'safe relief' from the inside out. He was fine, he was fine, no pain and no need to get wet. Even if Harry took off his clothes, he might not be able to find any difference.
——This boy seems to have only good intentions and no malice, just like when he helped Peter put the car away and rescued people.
Peter Parker and the boy looked at each other. The former expressed surprise, gratitude and uncertain questioning, while the latter blinked obediently. Those eyes were as moving as talking. Peter knew that it meant 'I'm keeping a secret'.
Harry Osborn looked at the child who suddenly jumped out to hug Peter with suspicion. The child was about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was wearing a T-shirt and a jacket. He had black hair, green eyes, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses. He was not too tall but quite thin. He also carried a schoolbag and exuded the words "I am a nerd" all over his body. '' aura, which made Harry feel a little more friendly - Peter also had this style before. Although compared to his best friend, the boy's clothes looked simple but he was wearing a brand.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry to interrupt you. I know it must be rude - are you his friend?" The boy turned to Harry and smiled, sincerely apologizing, "If you have been looking for him just now, I have to Apologize - it was all to help me that he was delayed! Please don't blame him, it's all because of the hateful - robber! Fortunately, your friend helped me knock him down and snatch him back bag."
This made Peter take a breath and break out in cold sweat, making Harry feel like he was listening to a story.
"What?" Harry Osborn said, "You said Peter...and what? What did you encounter?"
Robber? who? Peter? Peter who was pushed to the locker by Flash every day and poured cold water on him? The skinny Peter who was thrown like a football by those assholes?
"——It's not what you think, Harry! I'm not the kind of guy who 'knocks down' a mugger! I-you know how much strength I only have-this is all a coincidence-"
Peter yelled quickly, obviously knowing how much he weighed in Harry's impression. He quickly stood next to Harry and winked at the boy slightly behind Harry. He was sweating coldly and shouting in his heart, "Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please." Can match confessions——
But luckily, the boy just rolled his eyes and glanced at the two people's faces before he calmly continued to speak. This time, his words also contained a flavor of appreciation: "——It's indeed a coincidence. But, Mr. Peter, um, can I call you that? Mr. Peter, not everyone has the courage to throw down the robber when he is escaping on a motorcycle. If it weren't for you, my friends and brother wouldn't be able to catch up. , and there was no way to notify the police to knock him down completely."
A story was hastily completed - the child's bag was robbed, and the robber ran away on his bicycle. Peter happened to be there, rushed over with all his strength, and fell to the ground with the robber. Then the boy's relatives, friends and the police came up and took away the bag together. Snatch it back.
Maybe it was because the child, who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, looked young but spoke and behaved very steadily. Peter was very happy to see that Harry finally believed what they said. Although this made him feel guilty, this was really not a good time to let Harry know about it! What to say to him? Dude, am I Spider-Man? The Spider-Man that your father hates and you don't really like?
"I didn't expect that, Peter." Harry slapped Peter on the shoulder. He was proud of his friend, but also worried about him. His expression became serious, "Amazingly brave, Pete - but how could you not do it?" Scared? You are taking too many risks - what if that man has a knife in his hand? What if he has a gun? "
Knives and guns are not as dangerous as that octopus-like thing, I thought to myself.
"Yeah, yeah, I don't know how I did it," Peter smiled sheepishly at his friend, "Maybe it was just a momentary impulse - you know, even if I am quite timid, sometimes I can be a bit Bloody."
"Anyway, I sincerely thank you, Mr. Peter." The boy said with a smile, "Also, being able to do such a thing proves that you are not timid at all."
These words sounded suggestive, and Peter broke out in a cold sweat.
"You don't need to call him sir, he will be nervous, right, Pete," Harry Osborn jokingly reached out and pointed at his good brother with his thumb, "We have received your thanks, it's okay——"
He paused at the last word. Stopped in the physical sense, Peter was horrified to find that his friend could no longer blink his eyes or move his hands. If he hadn't been able to breathe, he would have thought it was a bottle sculpture.
"Harry!!" Peter grabbed his friend in horror, "Harry, what's wrong with you!?"
"Shh, shh, don't disturb him, Mr. Peter," the boy stopped him and reassured him, "He just stopped thinking - when he recovers, he won't remember anything, he will only remember his last second. What have you done."
peter: "?!!!"
Wait, no, kid, do your adults know that you are operating so blindly? ! ! !
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Harry, of course, is the boy's Harry. He explained dumbfoundedly for a long time - this behavior just pressed the pause button on people's consciousness and would have no side effects. However, Peter still stood in front of his friend as if he was guarding against an enemy.
"I know this is not good," Harry said helplessly, "but I can neither knock your friend unconscious, nor can I just whisper to you in front of him."
He took off his schoolbag from his shoulder: "Okay, then let's fight quickly -"
peter parker:? ! ? ! A quick fix? What does this mean, is he going to fight me?
Under Peter's gaze, Harry took out everything from his bag that he specially reserved for daily travel - bandages, bottles, cans, a bunch of bottles, a bunch of small bottles, and labeled each one. , wrote a long description.
"This is Bai Xian, this is a blood tonic, this is for removing scars, this is Sheng Gu Ling... I have instructions on how to use it. If you need it, please be sure to follow the instructions. Sheng Gu Ling is a bit painful, please. Use caution at night so you don’t scare unsuspecting family members..."
The boy talked a lot. Peter listened for a long time and didn't know which country he was listening to. Finally, he said blankly: "Wait, wait a minute - let me slow down and clarify my thinking - you are doing salesmanship." Of?"
Harry: "...No."
He stuffed all the potions he picked out to Peter: "These are magic potions. Please note that some need to be stored in a cool place - no, I'm really not a salesperson. Please don't look like this." He winked, " You saved me after all, can't I express my gratitude, Mr. Peter?"
"Really? Do you really think that call for help?! And these - what are these? Magic potions? Are they the magic potions I thought?!"
Harry looked at Peter in surprise, and couldn't help but start shaking his head and asking a bunch of questions. He thought maybe he didn't look very convincing, so he took out his wand, coughed, and pretended to pose.
"I'm a wizard, Mr. Peter." Harry said, tapping his wand, "Please... uh, please forgive me."
Peter found that his sleeves rolled up automatically, and the scars on his arms that had stopped bleeding but were not completely healed were exposed. At the same time, a small box in his arms was opened, and the ointment was applied, and the scars were completely healed. And disappeared, and it was still very cool. Peter himself honestly said that it felt great to see himself back to his naked state in an instant.
"...Um, cough," Peter coughed sheepishly as he saw that the other person really meant well, "I--I'm sorry, I doubt you--but I really don't know that there are real wizards in this world. You know, this is a scientific society now. It’s hard for me to believe it for a moment... Do you ride a broomstick? Do you use children’s hearts to make medicine?" He looked at the bottles in his arms, and his eyes suddenly widened, " These aren’t made from—that stuff, are they?!”
Who is it that spreads the rumors that wizards use the hearts of living people to make medicine? ! This is naked slander! Harry thought helplessly. He said that these are all remnants of the Middle Ages, untrue lies left behind when the royal power fought against the religious power, and untrue testimonials when people slandered each other and robbed others of their property.
"Um...then how do you explain the magic of the evil god Loki?" Harry asked after careful consideration, "You must be very fond of the heroic deeds of the Avengers, as well as related things about gods."
Peter was about to jump up: "How do you know - how do you know that I know about the Avengers!"
"Wait until you take off that Iron Man pendant from your bag before you talk!"
Harry didn't say anything, but his friend who followed him secretly couldn't help shouting. Harry knew it was Draco without turning around... and only Draco knew the Iron Man pendant.
He smiled and vaguely glanced back at the group of friends who were supposed to be waiting in the cafe. The peeping people all retracted their heads and hid behind the wall.
"I'm also sorry for following you..." Harry stretched out his hand again and said apologetically. He was happy to see that Peter didn't actually care about the problem and shook his hand back, "But I've heard of you, Mr. Peter. ——Mr. Spider-Man, you seem to be a loner. My dream is to become a doctor. I can’t leave possible injuries alone, and you are really... young. I heard that young super Heroes don't like to seek medical treatment..." In fact, a group of relatives and friends in my college don't like to seek medical treatment.
Peter then remembered what the child said before - the child twisted his face and said, "You are injured, sir."
Faced with this sudden concern, he was a little stunned and at a loss. He has been Spider-Man for some time. In fact, many people... regard him as a minor character, as a passerby, as superfluous. Some people admire him, and some people despise him... But this boy can be regarded as a new force. He cares about him. he.
And Harry even bowed to Peter suddenly, which shocked Peter.
"Whoa whoa, what's wrong with you?"
Harry scratched the back of his head and said to Peter gently and a little embarrassedly: "I'm just sorry because I followed you. However, although it may be me being nosy, sir - at least, I really hope that I can be there When I can, I can provide a small... possible favor to a hero who protects people."
At least if it were me, y thought. Although this wish may be a bit difficult and a bit naive.
I hope my friends, my family, the superheroes I admire, the dozens of people who live and die, I hope they all get this kind of help when they're hurt. 166 reading network
