Start at Marvel's Hogwarts Hoo

“Eager…Rusty…Seventeen”

This is a dilapidated room with rust around it, a dim chandelier, a ceiling fan with half of its blades rolled up, a square table with scattered papers...

"Hearth...nine...kindness"

There was no other sound except this hoarse whisper... Probably because he was tied up, he did not turn his head towards the source of the sound... He just looked at the crimson door with a skull and octopus in front of him without blinking. .

"Go home...a...train"

The picture began to flicker, and the memory in the pensieve slowly became cloudy.

"Soldier"

"I obey your orders, sir."

The scene ended, and all that was left was the memory of the attack on the Ministry of Magic that day...a masked wizard using his followers to reveal themselves and drop them at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic.

After getting out of the pensieve, John lay casually on the office chair nearby with half-closed eyes.

'Hydra, it's really everywhere...but how did they come into contact with wizards...'

There's still a crucial piece of the puzzle left...the middleman between wizards and Muggles...the dark creatures...what could it be?

werewolf?vampire?

The ice elements gathered in John's hand, turning into a bat for a while, and a werewolf for a while... crystal clear and lifelike.

The atmosphere in the room was depressing, and Jose could feel that the investigation had reached a bottleneck, making his young master very irritable... This situation of being unable to share worries also made him very irritable.

"Do we have a portkey to America?"

"Ah? The Ministry of Magic in the United States has very strict control... We only have the key to go to Mexico." Jose looked up in confusion... Is there a clue?

"Okay, get ready now...I'll go find Director Howard to ask something. You go up there and wait for me."

John crushed the bat in his hand, jumped up from the office chair, and walked straight out of the room.

The room they just stayed in was the office of an old alchemist in the institute... Howard was responsible for the decoration style of the base, both interior and exterior.

Following the signs, I quickly found my grandfather's research room... As soon as I opened the door, I heard the arguing inside.

He stood outside the door and listened for a while... Since they were using only academic terms from both sides, John had to interrupt them because they had only a half-understood understanding.

"Excuse me, gentlemen...Grandpa, I have something to ask you."

Being stared at unhappily by a group of people with disheveled hair, John couldn't help but dodge their eyes even though he was too shameless, and scratched his face unconsciously.

"What's going on...shouldn't you be at school?" Howard waved to the researchers around him and pulled John out of the door.

"The Ministry of Magic was attacked by Muggles...you probably don't know yet, right?"

"Muggles? Do you know what force it is? MI6?"

"No, Hydra...it's not just them, the supernatural forces in the Muggle world should also be involved."

"Damn...so you are looking for me..."

"The Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau should have registration of those extraordinary forces or suspected situations, right?"

"I need to check those records..."

"It doesn't matter, you can go directly to Ms. Carter..."

"The ones from the U.S. headquarters...I don't think they are local forces in the UK." After all, many Marvel stories are closely related to the Lighthouse Country, and even if those forces from Marvel are not involved this time, the ones from the SHIELD headquarters The information was also much more comprehensive than what Ms. Carter had in hand.

"The United States... Go to your uncle and ask him to find an agent named Melinda. She is Ms. Carter's... If there is a permission issue, I believe you can solve it yourself."

"Okay...the portkey can only take me to Mexico. Do we have a plane there?"

"What are you talking about, kid... The Stark Group has its own private airport in every country!" Howard smiled, his trembling beard shining with the light of wealthy gold.

Okay, our family is really rich.

After experiencing the experience of using the portkey, which was like entering a toilet, John found a map and asked Jose to apparate to the airport with him.

And until he got on the plane, Jose was still confused.

"What's the matter, is there a problem?"

"Uh... Sir, why are we going to the United States? Wasn't the British Ministry of Magic attacked? Are we going to the American Ministry of Magic for help?"

"We are going to check some information from a worldwide organization in the Muggle world...you can think of it as the Wizengamot of Muggles." John slowly drank the honey water served by the crew. "Its headquarters is set up In the U.S."

"Ah? But why is the headquarters in the United States...I mean why not in a country other than the five major executive offices..."

"There's no reason... that's why it's destined not to be a big deal." John took out a bottle from the small wine cabinet next to the table and pushed it towards Jose. "Come and try it, it's a Muggle wine." …Forgive me for not having a drink with you.”

"Ahem... So now we have a clear direction of investigation?" The alcohol content is a bit high... Sure enough, the men of the Stark family only drink strong liquor.

"I believe we found it." Looking at the dark night sky outside the window, John thought about Voldemort in the school... Harry should also be facing his test...

"Transformation spell!" Under Alicia's wand, a larger piece gradually twisted into a long rope at any time. "Grab him, Ron, and I will pull you away!"

Ron nodded gratefully... He was now playing the knight on the chessboard, and the current situation required him, the knight, to send a wave to expose the opponent's king.

And the result of being captured on this chessboard is to be smashed to pieces by the captured chess piece... Ron, who was sitting on the stone horse, was originally worried about whether he would be directly seriously injured.

Fortunately, Alicia learned the transformation spell well!

"Ron, how about we think about it again..."

"This is the only way!" Ron looked at Harry who looked worried with firm eyes. "Believe me, Harry...seeing as you have never defeated me once..."

"Don't forget the Philosopher's Stone, Harry, you must stop Snape!" Ron's voice was high-spirited. This was his best battlefield... He didn't want to show his cowardice. "G5 to H3... General!"

The White Queen rushed towards Ron's knight, holding the stone sword in her hand high and about to strike it down hard.

"Come on! This is the game where you must die!" The boy looked at the raised blade, his face full of enthusiasm... Harry's bishop was the one who arranged the winner!

"Idiot! Don't hold on to the horse's neck!" Alicia blushed, and it took a lot of effort to pull down the boy who had committed the second grade.But the stone after the stone horse collapsed still knocked the boy unconscious, and blood slowly poured out of his forehead.

"Ron!" Harry was a little anxious and wanted to go over and take a look.

"Don't move Harry! Finish it!" Hermione stopped him loudly... As long as they move their positions on the chessboard, the chessboard will default to the number of moves they have taken this round.

The most important thing now is to finish this game and don't let Ron's hard work go in vain!

"A3 to C5!" Harry looked at the king opposite him fiercely and followed the chess path Ron had arranged before. "Checkmate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the king on the opposite side collapsed into rubble.

"Ron!"

The two dared to run towards Ron who was carried to the corner by Alicia.

"He's fine. It's probably all skin injuries."

"Sorry, I might have to take him to Madam Pomfrey first."

Alicia looked apologetically at the two people who breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, I will stop him." Harry nodded to Alicia.

"It's us." Hermione also stood up.

The matter is not over yet, as the few who know about Snape's evil plan, they must stop him.

...

The black-robed wizard looked at Dumbledore with a dejected face.

"You said the people who asked you to come here to kill people were a group of American vampires?" Dumbledore asked doubtfully, his blue eyes looking directly at the serial murderer in front of him.

"Yes, dear Mr. Dumbledore... I really never thought that such a small thing would alarm a wizard of your level."

"Just think what you say is true...this is no small matter."

The black-robed wizard laughed along with him, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together comically.

"Where are the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic?"

"They're all in the secret room below...I don't dare to kill the wizard."

Ever since he found him, the wizard had never concealed his contempt and arrogance for Muggles... This made Dumbledore very eager to end the conversation with him and send him to the Ministry of Magic.

"Hand over the wand." Dumbledore motioned to the face-covered Nameless Doe next to him to step forward and collect the black-robed wizard's wand.

"Okay, right here..." The black-robed wizard bent slightly and respectfully pulled out his wand, "Avada Kedavra!"

"Except your weapons!"

The red beam of light hit the black-robed wizard first... For Lao Deng, it was not difficult to cast such a spell silently, so before the spell was recited, the spell had already shot out from his staff.

He just spoke out just to remind the anonymous people around him that he had solved the problem, and to ask them not to react excessively, lest they accidentally kill the tongue.

"Take them away...send the Aurors to the entrance of the magic department, and take this back to the base first."

"The boy hasn't obtained the testimony he wants. Even if he throws it into Azkaban, he will let Jose fly in with the video recorder."

"Yes, Mr. Dumbledore."