Superman is my primary school classmate

The morning alarm rang on time. Stephen lay flat on the bed and opened his eyes. He rolled out of bed, smoothed out the folds of the sheets, put on his old suit and leather shoes, and trimmed his beard.

But don't think that Stephen needs to dress brightly when he comes to collect debts. The main reason is that there will be an important family gathering tonight, so how dare he refuse to follow Christine's orders.

"Stop dawdling."

Stephen glanced at his watch, and urged Clark, who was still in the bathroom to dress up carefully, obviously he was a prisoner, but he still cared so much about his appearance.

Clark ignored Stephen and went out the door first.

The air is refreshing, and the rare blue sky makes Stephen feel refreshed. Praise the earth, world peace, Hallelujah, Stephen sighed.

Even the wild dog that was peeing at his feet with its hind legs up, Stephen just kicked the dog's ass, and the wild dog ran away with its tail between its legs.

Otherwise, if he followed his usual temperament, he would have sent this dog to the Sahara desert long ago. When the dog catchers came out to work, they also complained that there are no wild dogs to catch the work. There is no time to spare. There must be Stephen here. credit.

Towards the end of Miss Liming's breakfast shop, the green cloth covers the shop, and the roll call outlined on the white background can be clearly seen from a distance. The stream of people is coming and going in and out of the shop door, and the gap between the opening and closing glass doors The smell of escaping breakfast makes one hungry.

Stephen didn't go into the store, and walked straight past the breakfast shop without looking sideways, and walked into the back alley around the corner.

The ground in the dark box was wet, and rotten food stuck to the soles of the feet and sticky to the toes of the shoes.

The wild cat jumped up to the beams of the roof, arched its body and bared its teeth to provoke Stephen, Stephen made a backhand seal, and the teleportation array appeared at the feet of the wild cat, with a bang, and a panicked roar from the trash can.

Stephen stood in front of him with his left hand, and drew a circle with his right hand, and a circle of flames one person tall appeared on the wall.

Behind the wall was supposed to be Liming's breakfast shop, but what appeared was darkness.

"Go in."

Stephen said.

Clark raised his foot and stepped in. After Stephen entered, the teleportation array closed immediately.

Continuing to walk forward, Clark found that the two of them had already appeared in the hall of the Floo network fireplace. The left and right fireplaces flashed green lights and walked out of wizards who were about to go to work.

Stephen flipped his hand and glanced at his wrist. The watch showed that it was 08:30 in the morning.

"Hope there's someone in the minister's office, I don't have time to spend here with you."

The corridor on the first basement floor leads to the office of the Minister of Magic. The bronze plaque hanging on the door is engraved with the name of the Minister of Magic—Kingsley Shacklebolt, who has been in office for 12 years.

Speaking of which, Stephen and Kingsley had some friendship. When he was temporarily stationed in the London Temple, Kingsley had visited Stephen, and the two had such an unfriendly conversation for a few minutes.

Thinking of this, Stephen squeezed the corner of his mouth, which is why they have such a bad relationship with wizards.

A capable guy who only thinks about how to hide in his own world all day long. I heard that the current wizarding world intends to make friends with Muggles, but they are still unwilling to appear in front of Muggles and treat Muggles as something The scourge.

Get rid of it, the world is going to be destroyed, you still have the mood to stay in the ground and play house, it is simply sick.

"Excuse me sir, do you have an appointment? The Minister is out of office right now."

The secretarial staff in the hall greeted politely, Stephen raised the corners of his lips, grinned and smiled with his eight white teeth: "Yes, I personally visited your minister's house last night to greet you, and we had a good talk, and said we met this morning , why is Kingsley not here?"

The clerk choked.

The door of the minister's office opened slowly, and Kingsley's faint voice came, "Come in."

Stephen nodded to the staff gentlemanly, and the staff smiled a little embarrassedly. When they saw Clark following Stephen, they seemed to see some rare species changing back and forth in colors like a TV.

"Isn't this... the person Linda asked us to see that day?"

The staff covered their faces, knowing the big news, and couldn't wait to pass the news on to other sisters.

Harry came to work with Ron this morning, his eyes were blue, and he couldn't sleep at night because of Ron's snoring, and finally had to close his ears to solve it.

And within a few hours, he had to get up and go to work again. Harry felt that if he continued like this, he would definitely become the first Auror minister to die suddenly in his post in the Auror Department.

Rubbing his bulging temples, Harry took the task list submitted by Colin. Colin was absent-minded, drawing circles with his toes, as if he wanted to leave immediately.

Harry closed the task sheet.

Colin said, "Minister, have you checked? Then I'll take it to the Wizengamot now—"

Harry flicked his wrist, and Colin was lost. Knowing that this was Harry's careful thought, he lowered his head peacefully to look at the pattern of the floor tiles.

"What is there in the morning that can't be delayed in such a short time?" Harry said in a serious tone.

Colin swallowed, "No, no."

Harry frowned, and Colin shuddered.

Ke Lin stood at attention and took a break, "When the logistics people came in the morning, they said that someone went to Minister Shaker in the morning to do something."

Harry shook his head, "What does this have to do with you? Do your job well." He pushed the task list on Colin's chest.

"No, Minister." Colin said seriously, "They are all fighting! And many other people in the ministry have also gone. If I hadn't reported to you in the morning, Minister, I would have left a long time ago... ..."

Harry was funny, blaming himself?

"Okay, okay." Harry waved his hand, "I'll send the form myself, if you're so curious, go first."

Colin ordered, licking his face and smiling, "Thank you, Minister."

Harry turned back to the office, not knowing why he felt a little trembling, still worried that Kingsley might be in trouble, so he stopped Colin and said, "Wait, I'll go with you."

And speaking of the minister's office.

The three of them sat opposite each other here, Stephen and Kingsley's eyes intertwined, and Clark closed the antique decoration here with great interest as he didn't care about his appearance.

Did Stephen have an appointment when he came here?Of course there is.

He directly sent a letter to Kingsley last night. Although no one arrived, his coercive attitude was clearly expressed.

Wearing presbyopic glasses, Kingsley carefully looked at the letterhead Stephen gave him, and at the end he attached a sorted list of items.

Kingsland shook the paper in his hand, "This is—?"

Stephen said kindly: "It's clearly written on it. Many of the items destroyed by my brother are already orphans and cultural relics, and the price far exceeds the original value. I think this compensation figure is very reasonable."

Kingsley took off his glasses and said slowly, "Actually, Stephen..."

"how?"

"To be precise, the person next to you does not belong to our magic world, he is an American..."

"No matter what the United States or Britain is, is it because I am also an American that I should give him a friendly price?"

"No," Kingsley said, "he's a mutant."

Stephen: "..."

Clark met Stephen's gaze with "Did you ask me" written on his face.

Kingsley crossed his fingers. Every time he dealt with Stephen, it made him feel unhappy. This time, it can be regarded as a recovery.

"I took a look, and half of the items here are ordinary Muggle collections. If necessary, we wizards can also help you, as long as you restore it to its original state-of course, the price of this repair may require us to pay more. We discussed it."

Kingsley's serious joke made Stephen just want to teleport this guy into space, so as not to hate him.

"Very well," said Stephen.

He was about to lose face, so Stephen got up and left, not forgetting to grab Clark. Now Clark is equal to the compensation of China Mobile. If this guy runs away again, he will definitely be severely scolded by Wang.

"Stephen—"

Kingsley stopped him and asked kindly: "Do you really need our help? You know, you warlocks are not as good as wizards in some areas. In terms of repair and cleaning, our wizards are slightly better because of money." Is it not enough? Don’t worry, because we have known each other for so many years, I will definitely give you a [-]% discount this time—”

At first, he just listened to it, but after taking over Kingsley, the more he talked, the more he became a middle-aged guy, but he liked to joke more and more. Seeing Stephen's upset, Kingsley's heart can be said to be full of flowers.

Well, Stephen told himself, for the sake of this matter, throwing Kingsley into outer space is definitely not too much——

The teleportation array rises!

At the other end of the vacuum transmission array, all the documents in the office were sucked away, and Kingsley cast two thousand catty curses on his feet in time, "Stephen!"

The movement in the office attracted the attention of others, but the situation in the room really made other wizards dare not come forward to help. People come here regardless of friend and foe. If something goes wrong with the random attack, it will be these commoner wizards who will be punished , Their iron rice bowl may not be guaranteed.

The stalemate lasted until Harry arrived, and he saw Clark standing next to Stephen at a glance. Although he didn't understand why Clark came with this man in a suit and leather shoes, Harry subconsciously threw it away with all his might.

Attacked from behind, Stephen spat and cursed at himself for not bringing a cloak, facing down defenselessly, and fell heavily to the ground!

Lying on the ground, Stephen watched Clark step on his hand and wailed loudly.

Watching Clark walk towards the arc of Harry's side face, Stephen gritted his teeth and swore that this guy definitely did it on purpose.