[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

For a moment both George and Al were motionless, in fact they couldn't see each other clearly, and Al reached for his wand, trying to figure out what spell would be able to restrain the man.

—Peter Parker, Spider-Man.

Right now his uniform is half worn, said to be a uniform, but the clothes look a little ridiculous, a red and blue sweater and pants, and two black lenses embedded in a crude headgear.

"I know you are there, can you be invisible? Come on, don't be shy, I don't eat children."

Seeing that there was no movement over there, Peter put on his uniform at once, straightened his headgear, and tentatively walked towards this side.

Only the caster can lift the phantasmagoria spell, George's hand is stuck, and the wand is stuck to the wall along with it, making it unusable.

Al pointed his wand at the spider silk covering George's hand, and whispered, "Torn apart."

The spider web split open, and George took the opportunity to break free and retreat into the tunnel.

"Wow." The little spider was obviously taken aback, and the whole person became alert.His spider silk is extremely tough, and the existing materials on the earth are difficult to destroy it, let alone let it split open.

"Who are you?" Peter tentatively moved in Al's direction. His spider sense told him there were people here, but he couldn't see them, and he didn't seem to feel any danger.

Al stepped back and touched the opening of the hole with his hand. George groped in the hole and touched Al's shoulder. He reached under his armpit and lifted Al up.

"Shall we go back now?" he asked in a low voice.

"Go back? Go back to where? Don't rush away, wait for me." However, the words in a low voice were still heard. Spider-Man pointed, and the spider silk swished, and shot in Al and George's body.

"Uh...don't do this, it's disgusting." Al touched the spider silk on his body unbearably, and Peter shot out clusters of spider silk biubiubiu as if he had discovered a new world, which quickly made Al head to toe The feet are covered with spider webs, making it difficult to move.

"Don't do this! Stop it." Al was so disgusted that he couldn't stand it. He didn't like this kind of silky things. What was too much was that they were wrapped around half of his chin, almost getting into the innermost part. "George, touch my Disillusionment Charm."

Peter finally stopped, staring curiously at the figure entangled by his own spider web.Soon, a boy appeared there, pulling the spider threads on his body with disgust on his face, and looked at himself with resentful eyes: "Stop watching, help me tear off these spider threads, okay?"

"But who are you? Why are you dressed like this, and why are you invisible?" Peter didn't feel any hostility from them, and helped Al to tear off the spider silk (it's not serious or heavy, but Al complained, "Easy !”).

George also lifted the illusion spell, touched the spider silk on Al's body, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Wow, two little kids." Peter seemed to have endless questions, but judging from his uniform, he should be only 14 years old at this time, the same age as George, "I come here often, never I've seen such a hole, why did you suddenly crawl out of it? What sticks are you holding? What are you, aliens? Wizards? Superheroes?"

George jumped down from the hole and rose to his feet, a head taller and faster than Peter.

Peter stared at him for a few seconds, then looked away at Al, who was shorter than him.

"We entered here by mistake. Do you know about parallel worlds?" Al finally explained after the spider threads on his body were almost ripped apart by Peter.There is a parallel world setting in the Marvel world, and Peter accepted it quickly: "So, you came to the wrong world? A gap in time? A spaceship? But how can anyone climb out of a hole in a spaceship?"

George couldn't take it anymore: "Hey buddy, why do you have so many questions?"

"Really? Do I ask a lot? But that's the right question to ask, isn't it? If you can't tell where you're from, maybe I should send you to an extremely dangerous prison, given that you seem Possess some abilities that people on Earth should not have." Peter shrugged and adjusted his headgear.

"We look like 'Extremely Dangerous?'" Al rolled his eyes. "We're just kids, just like you, spider-boy."

"Hey!" Peter protested, "I'm a spider-man, not a spider-boy. Wait, how do you know who I am? Is there a spider-man in the parallel world?"

"Well, we don't know how we got here, we just got lost." Al changed the subject, "I think you should be able to understand that we are wizards, not ordinary people, but we are born, not It's a mutant, and you don't need to wear yours—" Al pointed at Peter's clothes and turned around, "one-piece pajamas."

"This is not one-piece pajamas!" Peter gently patted Al's hand away, "So, you are not here to destroy the earth?"

Al and George looked at each other, and Al complained: "It seems that the lives of the people of New York are in dire straits."

"Yes, so they need a spider-man." Peter puffed out his small chest.

Seeing Al staring at him intently, Peter waved his five fingers in front of him: "Hey little guy, are you dumbfounded? Think I'm handsome?"

Al shrugged.

Of course Spider-Man is cool.

At this moment, a piercing siren suddenly came from outside the alley, and Al could still vaguely hear the noisy voice on the police intercom. Peter shivered, turned his head to look in the direction from which the siren sounded, and ran in that direction After taking a few steps, I remembered something again, and pointed back at Al and George: "Stay here and don't move around! Wait for me to come back!"

Spider-Man just left without taking a cloud. His spider web shot to the window sill protruding from the side of the road, and with a strong swing, he flew more than ten meters away in an instant.The red and blue figure flickered around the corner and disappeared.

"Uh... Al, do you really think he's handsome?" George asked after two seconds of silence.

"...It's strange what you focus on. Isn't he handsome? I like him the most among superheroes."

"He talks a lot, and he sounds like a girl when he's a kid," George replied. "And, these white...shots of his... are kind of disgusting."

Al: "..."

It's not that his thinking is too weird, but that George's description is too obscene, right?

"Don't worry about that, we should have brought the broom, let's go!" Al suddenly grabbed George and ran towards the direction of the siren.

"What's the matter? What are you going to do? Didn't he tell us to wait here?"

"Ghosts listen to him!" Al shouted excitedly, "Live broadcast of Spider-Man's heroism!"

"So who is he?" George asked out of breath while running, "spider-man? Does he have spider blood?"

"He's a hero!" Al yelled back. "He was bitten by a spider, so he mutated into a very powerful force. His job is to save the earth or something..."

"Savior? Similar to Harry Potter?" George asked with interest, "Did he shoot those spider silks himself? Will he lay eggs?"

Al: "...he's a human! Doesn't spawn! When did you learn to Apparate? We're late!"

"I'm only 14! You can't Apparate until you're 17!"

Unfortunately, how could the two children catch up with the speeding police car and Spiderman by running, and soon the siren gradually faded away and could not be heard at all.

Al paused, panting heavily, "Can't Apparation be learned at the age of 14?"

George was stronger than him, and he also panted quickly: "Unless you want to separate me, maybe you can try to bring Fred to the secret passage again."

Al waved his hand: "Then don't try it."

Meanwhile, a few blocks away.

"Hey buddy, just finished robbing the pennies?"

A young voice that sounded like a girl suddenly rang out in the carriage. Several criminals sitting in the carriage with guns tensed up and almost shot: "Who is there?"

After a moment of silence, a red and blue-spider-man who barely called the suit a uniform hung upside down outside the car window.

"spider-man!" Apparently, the criminals in New York already had a certain understanding of this good neighbor of the New York people. After an exclamation, the criminal sitting in the passenger seat rolled down the window, and a shuttle of bullets exploded at Peter. shoot away.

"Wow wow, don't be so irritable." Peter pulled himself up unhurriedly, and stretched out a hand after a while. With a "whoosh", the gun of the co-pilot was stuck to the gun by spider webs. I just met two new friends today, and I was interrupted by you before I had time to chat with them. Do you understand this kind of feeling? This feeling of unsatisfied emptiness, you must Do you understand? If you don’t understand, you can feel it when I take all your money away.”

It took only a few seconds for Peter to say this extremely fast speech, and he still had the leisure to tidy up his lenses in the rearview mirror.

The man in the driver's seat pulled out his gun without looking back while driving, and fired in the direction of Peter. After the smoke passed, only the roar of his companion came: "shit! You almost knocked out my gear!" hole!"

"Sir, I need to remind you that if he does hit, you won't have a hole in your crotch, but only one hole."

As soon as Peter finished speaking, he swung vigorously to the roof of the car, ran to the rear of the car and pulled the door at the rear of the car. Before the criminals inside had time to react, the spider silk pulled away the bulging packages inside. When they came out, Peter flicked them casually, and the packages were stuck to the spider silk and hung on the street lamps or billboards by the side of the road.

Peter dangled his legs and sat down at the rear of the car, ignoring the exasperated roars from the criminals in the car, and sighed.

"boring."