[Comprehensive British and American] Robin Girl Potter

"Are you going to bring your teammate Raven? Really..." Harry crossed his arms, frowning and stood behind Damian who was facing the mirror as he was putting on his tie.

"In the Teen Titans, only ravens have anything to do with magic." Damian looked at Harley in the mirror. She was wearing a dress for the first time today. It was blue. He had never seen it before. It should be Pennyworth's new dress. bought.

The girl should have reached the age of rapid growth. Although she has caught up in the past few years, she is still short.

The outline of her face still retains its childishness.The occasional resolute expression, although it doesn't match the soft and sweet temperament of the whole person...but he appreciates it inexplicably.

He wondered if he looked so divided when he was a child?Cute and brutal?

Wait, was he ever cute?

He shook his head inwardly, returning his attention to the girl's dress.How to say, look at her dressed like a girl again... in my lifetime.

"Or do you want to wait for Zatanna and Constantine? When they come to Gotham, the science fair will be over." He fastens his tie and pushes Harley to the mirror—he's been looking behind her ever since The bow tie is not pleasing to the eye, which girl would look like this with a bow tie.

This is Pennyworth's educational error.

"If you took Raven... then I... will take Titus!" Harley protested to him from the mirror.

"Whatever." Damian lowered his head and wrestled with the bow--in fact, he wasn't too good at it.

Titus, who had been biting the hem of his trousers ever since he was about to tie a bow for Harry, finally let go of his teeth and howled happily.

The grape-flavored fruity scent from the girl's hair made him a little dazed—he had also smelled this scent on Todd a few days ago.

ha!It must have been left when the locator was installed!Here's the clue!He must have had it too!It was just ignored by him...

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Harry sat silently on the back seat of the car, and together with Damian and Raven, started the journey to New York.

Because of Radamian's scientific invention device, it is inconvenient for them to fly, and the private jet is too high-profile.Fortunately, New York is not too far away.

But... is this custom Mercedes-Benz low-key?Looking at the car door that opened upwards, Harry just wanted to cover his face.

But this is already a relatively low-key car among the many vehicle collections under the name of Uncle Bruce.

(Of course you can't use those cracked cars used to disguise identities, such as those in the name of Match Malone.)

"Otherwise, do you want to take those antique cars?" Damian stood in front of the car, with his hands casually in the pockets of his black trousers, and asked Harry back.

"I don't want to..." She sat in the car silently. Damian must have chosen this new car on purpose.Hmph, in front of her, he can't expect to act cool.

But Sister Raven...you don't need to pretend, she's always been cool, Harry thought as he looked at the girl sitting silently on the left in the back seat.

For example, Sister Raven never uses a magic wand—she doesn’t need to chant most of the simple magic spells, and a solid black and purple crow flies out. ...

All her clothes are black and purple, especially her uniform and cape with a hood, which is very cool.By the way, there is a ruby ​​between her eyebrows...

Of course, she didn't wear a uniform today... Instead, she was wearing the same black and purple long dress, which was very gothic-to be honest, it didn't look much different from the uniform at first glance...

Moreover, she almost never comes out of Titan Tower...

"Thank you, Sister Raven, for making a special trip to New York with us..." The car was too quiet, Damian kept driving silently, and Sister Raven seemed to be in a state of concentration again... So, Halle opened it on her own initiative. chatterbox.

"You're welcome." Sister Raven glanced at her indifferently, then turned back to look ahead, and continued to meditate.

Harry: "..."

Halle (licking lips): "I like your uniform..."

Sister Raven (turning her head calmly): "Thank you, I like it too."

Harry: "..."

Harry (takes a deep breath quietly): "The ruby ​​on your forehead is also very nice..."

Sister Raven (turning her head calmly): "Thank you, my demon father who can rule the multiverse is inside."

Afterwards, Sister Raven frowned, and said more than two words to Harley for the first time, "He also thanked you for your compliment, and expressed his appreciation for your magical potential, and would not mind using your body to resurrect in the future."

"..." The more we talked, the more terrifying it became...Harry turned around stiffly, and decided to also look ahead and not speak for the entire journey.

"Don't worry," Sister Raven actually smiled softly, "He won't come out—unless I die. It was just a joke."

Harley's heart was turbulent: Hehe...

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The three arrived at the science fair in New York without incident.The rotunda was bustling and lively, and Harry was very happy to see some of these scientific installations that she had never seen before.

But both Damian and Sister Raven looked hopeless... no, they were bored.

At a glance, they saw the diary in the center of the hall, which was placed on the central exhibition stand, and a staff member controlled the number of visitors—only one visitor could come forward to test each time, that is, to write on it.

There is a feeling that the diary is being molested by thousands of people...

Harry shook his head, throwing away this weird thought, and looked around at the noteworthy figures near the central exhibition stand, and saw two boys negotiating with a staff member with a sign.

Harry quietly approached the trio, eavesdropping on their conversation while pretending to be looking at a smart calorie counter.

"...Your new artificial intelligence has the ability to win the final prize." The staff said to one of the fat boys earnestly, "Why do you want to quit?"

"It's just...it's not that good..."

"You are being modest, kid," the staff member looked at his watch impatiently, "I still have something to do, let's end this topic here, congratulations in advance for winning the prize." After speaking, he walked away quickly.

Leaving the fat boy drooping his shoulders in frustration, another skinny boy patted him on the back, "You shouldn't be participating..."

"...I know, Peter, I handed it in just for fun..." the fat boy sighed, "I just thought this book was fun, and I bought it with the money I sold software last year. The seller on ebay said he bought it for $1000 Yes, sell it to me for only 100!"

The boy named Peter answered, "I went to the home of the buyer you mentioned...he has already entered the madhouse, there must be something wrong with this book!"

The fat boy became even more disheartened, "But the organizer won't let me withdraw... You see, they lock the showcase every night."

"Who made you the first!" Peter looked at the booth with a serious expression, "Only No.1 has this treatment! This is in the competition agreement! You won the prize money of the final prize, and the organizing committee will cooperate with you Share half of the profit rights of your invention!"

"How do I know that other people's stuff won't work this year... This is just a joke to protest this bureaucratic competition that puts all kinds of science together and makes no distinctions... This kind of competition is not encouraging us Instead, they encourage us to curry favor with the organizing committee. Real science has no performance...it's lonely..." the fat boy danced and said.

"Yes, yes... I know, I know..." Peter covered his face, "You are all brainwashed by Michelle Jones... But I admit that what you said is very reasonable, look at what is in this exhibition Ah...inventions that aren't really cutting edge are just gimmicks."

The fat boy snapped his fingers, and his eyes suddenly brightened, "Can you take anything from Mr. Stark and squeeze me down? Mr. Stark's will definitely be the first!"

"Let me try..." Peter took out his phone.

"Hi, Happy!" However, as the call continued, his originally excited expression faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, "Uh... ok ok..."

Peter hung up the phone.

"How? Why did you hang up without saying anything." The fat boy asked curiously.

Peter frowned, "Happy said, if I call him again, all my social network accounts will be hacked... Post a photo of me in women's clothing..."

"It's cruel enough..." The fat boy sighed. At this time, he saw another child started writing in the diary, and couldn't stop writing. The staff had to ask him to go down.

"No, I have to do something!" The fat boy clenched his fists, "I'm going to steal this diary tonight!"

Peter looked up and down the entire dome venue, "The security system isn't that complicated...then let's come tonight."

"Dude, you are so kind."

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Peter Parker, an ordinary but extraordinary American high school student, was about to discuss with his good friend Ned Leeds a detailed plan to sneak into the science fair tonight. Suddenly, he noticed the red man in a blue dress behind Nate. Little girl with hair.

She was about 12 or 13 years old.The question is, has she been hanging around here too long?What's so cool about that smart calorie counter?Especially since she is so young, how could she be interested in such things.

"Well, is there anything I can do for you, girl?" Peter walked up to the girl.

At this time, a tall black-haired boy appeared behind the red-haired girl in an instant.The boy looked to be his age, with green eyes similar to the redheaded girl's.He is dressed in a formal suit and leather shoes, which is very different from the geek dead house of the whole cartoon T-shirt, hoodie and sneakers-even out of place.

These days, science teenagers like to dress like Zuckerberg. It seems that only one piece of the same clothes every day can show their technical focus.In the eyes of geek teenagers, the monotony of clothes and scientific attainments are directly proportional.

This trend has been ridiculed by Damian - he would never dress like that!

"Hello, I'm Damian Wayne." The boy in the suit stretched out his hand to Peter in a serious manner.

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*The small theater that was promised before (a twitch that has nothing to do with the main line, so we won’t let everyone spend money.)

——The dividing line of Professor Shaking and Smart's early warning——

The time returned to the time when Snape had just arrived in the United States.

In the new semester, before Ilvermorny's first potions class, the former potions professor mysteriously handed Snape a bottle of wine - strong whiskey.

"When you're about to be tortured to death by those little brats, think about this thing in the office. The world is a lot better, and you don't want to die so much. Especially the 7th grade you're about to meet, the Merlins You bastards... you'll have a drink after class, trust me." The former Potions professor patted Snape on the shoulder and said earnestly.

What are you talking about?Snape didn't bother to refuse him, put down the bottle, and went to class in his black robe.

He's not going to be tortured by any student to be paralyzed by alcohol, the most he can do is cry over the stupidity of the students.

"...you don't really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magical power that makes people's hearts sway and their minds blurred...I can teach you how to improve your reputation..."

He routinely said his opening remarks, but the 7th grade student of Ilvermorny looked numb... Unexpectedly, another girl interrupted him!

"Come on, professor... don't talk about potions are an art blah blah blah blah blah blah..."

The other students actually nodded in agreement.

"Potions are a precise science," the girl shrugged, "Professors who define potions as an art are all to cover up their own incompetence.When you ask him why we can't improve the production process this way and that, he just goes by the script and says - it's an art. "The girl rolled her eyes.

Snape narrowed his eyes, this was the first time, no student in England so far dared to challenge him like this.

"Actually, I won't say that...and I will encourage you to improve your practices, and I often improve myself..." He stared at the girl who provoked him, and said slowly: "Of course, the premise is that you don't The whole classroom exploded."

"Since this is the case, then the potions in this class are for you to use freely. No one is allowed to completely copy the method in the book, and must be improved to a certain extent."

The students looked at each other, also seeming surprised by the unexpected way the new Potions Master was conducting the class.

Snape paced the classroom, checking their operations with a death stare.

What did he see...

In addition to traditional tools such as wands, pestles, knives...the students even brought out droppers and measuring cups.

He even saw a garlic press and a grinding bottle!

And it's from IKEA...

What's next?A coffee maker? !

The thing is...in terms of juicing...the garlic press is really faster than the "knife side juice" method he developed...

Finally, a boy felt his death stare, held up a dropper and explained to him, "This is strengthened with magic, otherwise it would have been corroded."

Perhaps because of the surprise in his eyes, the boy continued to explain the cause and effect, "We once had a female Potions professor who was married to a Muggle Nobel Prize-winning chemist, so she had many great insights and encouraged us In addition to magical induction, use more precise measurements."

Snape was speechless for the first time...

"...Then why didn't she teach you?" The potions teacher who gave him the high whiskey looked like a fool.

Another student shrugged with a calm expression, "Because she wanted to build a magic atomic bomb, she is now in a Muggle prison, and was captured by the Dark Justice League."

Snape: "..."

(Purely clever, don't be serious, I don't know if the measuring cup can be used for potions...)

(This is a small supplement to why Snape is sought after by some American students after the first class. Because he encourages students to play freely, and he also has skills.)