The owl flapped its wings on the window sill. Garfield stared at the other person curiously, hoping that this was just a joke. Old James Carter did not see the hidden Garfield behind him, so he reached out to open the window and put the owl in. A colleague reached out with one hand.
He took out a piece of dried meat from the box next to him and gave it to the other party.
"Thank you Al"
"Cuckoo"
"Go and rest. I'll call you if I need you."
"Cuckoo"
The owl glanced at Garfield in the corner, then flew out of the study and headed towards the barn.
Old James Carter closed the window, and the temperature in the room warmed up again. He shook off the rainwater on the letters. Old James Carter complained: "Even after so many years, I still don't like the way they send letters. A telegram and a phone call are not more suitable."
Simple."
Hearing his father's complaints, James Carter comforted his father and said: "People in every world have their own ways of behaving. We don't like their owls to deliver letters, and they don't like our telephones and telegrams, right?"
"When a son grows up, he can preach to his father."
"Father, don't be like this. You are not old. You might as well see what they want to tell you. It seems that their world is also very chaotic."
"Yes, it is indeed chaos, and there are all kinds of strange creatures. I didn't expect that the rumors and stories told in the Middle Ages are all true."
As Old James Carter opened the letter, Garfield looked at the letter. A light touched the hand of Old James Carter tentatively and then disappeared. It should be an anti-theft mechanism.
Is it really a spicy world?
Garfield raised his head and glanced at the letter: My old friend General James Carter, I am very sorry to disturb the father-son conversation between you and your son. This matter is more important. Please forgive me. A dangerous person in our world has gone.
He came to the United States, and he is looking for a very lethal boy. He wants to deceive him and use him. This will be a disaster for people in both our worlds. I hope you can arrange for one of my students to be a normal person.
He entered the United States as a human being, helped him fulfill a wish, and he could also stop that dangerous person. In return, I owe you a favor as long as it does not go too far and does not violate the principles------Aberforth Dumble
profitable
(⊙ o ⊙)!
OMG
I’m scared to death, this is an autographed letter from G Deng~!
How is this possible? My little wife, Wonder Woman, Diana Prince, appears now, and now there is G Deng, and the white-haired liar Grindelwald. The so-called student should be our lovely Newt Scamander.
De, who is a famous magical zoologist in the British wizarding world and the author of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them".
This world is too crazy. This is not a happy country where orange cats can always live happily.
This is not a bus to kindergarten. Put me down. I want to go home!
A voice sounded in Garfield's heart: Kitty, you can't run away, just accept the reality~~Hahahaha
Shaking his orange cat head, Garfield pushed away the voice in his heart and silently encouraged himself: You are not an ordinary orange cat, you are a ferocious element-devouring beast in the universe. Come on, no difficulty can stop you.
, eat the whole universe, little meow~!
I only go to eat in the universe when I am free. All kinds of delicacies in the world are what a foodie pursues, right?
As for the story I heard today, just pretend you haven't seen it. Anyway, I won't be bored enough to go to the United States to take a look at Newman Scamander. Think about the old devil Grindelwald's deceptive mouth and powerful
As the king of a cat kingdom, how can he give up his territory and wander outside? We have to protect our own people.
Garfield raised his cat's paw and was about to leave, when he heard Peggy's father, James Carter, say: "Father, looking at the content of the letter, there is some chaos in the country now, so let Peggy go to study in the United States?"
Old James Carter put his hands on his knees and tapped them rhythmically. James Carter knew that this was his father thinking. After about ten minutes, Old James Carter shook his head and rejected his son's proposal: "Peggy is still young, go to the United States now."
It's not appropriate. She needs to receive the education she deserves in the UK before she can go to the United States. Otherwise, the environment and society there will pollute the flowers of our Carter family."
"Yes, you are wise"
Garfield, who was eavesdropping on the side, had a strange smile on his face: "Pull her down, your daughter will be as fierce as a tiger in the future. She is one of the founders of SHIELD and the pinnacle of an era. Black Widow and other swallows are trained with Carter as their target.
Those who came out, unfortunately, took a wrong path. It is right to train agents and retain elites. Those who have been eliminated do not have no place to use. It is best to make the best use of everything."
Garfield felt very proud of not wasting anything. His stomach was like a furnace. What went in did not come out. Everything was digested.
Pandora mocked Garfield: Your stomach is suitable for opening a garbage factory. Just eat all the garbage in the world. You don’t need an office space or a garbage storage place to make money. You must be the richest man in the world.
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Garfield told her a sad reality: If I eat garbage, you, as my soul tenant, will feel the taste together. If you dare to bully me, I will eat my own cake.
Then both of them laughed. Garfield was quite talented in his current situation. Of course, as for the other cats, it was fine. He could use some honey.
After walking out of old James Carter's room, no matter what the two of them continued to talk about, they continued to patrol the territory, receiving worship from the animals in the entire manor along the way. With his head held high and steps that he did not recognize, Garfield returned to Peggy's house.
In the room, feeling the call of the bed, Garfield jumped up and got onto the bed, rolled himself into a ball, and fell into a blissful sleep state.
Huhuhu...
Not long after, Garfield's even breathing began to sound. The maids, who were already familiar with Garfield's sleeping conditions, did not open the door to see who had walked into the little princess's room.
Garfield didn't know that shortly after he left, when old James was writing a letter to Dumbledore, he suddenly remembered the way his hound Carl worshiped Garfield: Dear good friend Aberforth Dumbledore
Lido, I have received your letter. The matter has been left to my son to arrange. I will reply to you within a week. I have a strange cat here. It eats a lot and can tame my hound. I don’t know when you will get it.
Come and take a look if you want. I hope it’s not some magical creature from your place...