Dr. Night mixed with Marvel

(The previous chapter has been changed. Michael is now home.)

"I understand, then why do you want to learn magic?"

Kesha: "The reason is very simple. Magic is an extra-genetic ability that can enhance your combat effectiveness and adapt to your abilities. The most important thing is that it can strengthen your ability to control dark energy."

"The divine power of this world is essentially dark energy, but Thor, the god of thunder, must rely on Thor's hammer and this type of genetic weapon to display his strength. This is the result of poor control of dark energy."

It is true that Loki is a frost giant who can use spells and illusions at will without his scepter, but Thor, as an orthodox descendant of the God-King of Asgard, is nothing without his hammer, which shows the necessity of learning spells.

"I know, I will study hard."

Ancient one.

What purpose does this guy have in meeting me?

You can't just drag me to become the Supreme Mage.

As Michael was thinking, Gwen's head popped up from above.

"Hi."

……

"Gwen, do you want some fruit?"

"Mom, I'm tired, I'm going to sleep first."

Gwen puts on the spider suit again, goes to the window, shoots spider silk and leaves.

Helen looked at George and said, "What happened recently?"

George glanced at his wife, a little absent-mindedly.

"Maybe I have my own little secret."

"My own little secret? Is he in love? With whom? Is he Michael? He looks good, but his legs and feet seem to be bad."

George felt that there were indeed some problems between the two of them. It was possible that Michael had known that Gwen was Spider-Man.

"Probably."

Helen said anxiously: "Then what should we do?"

"What do you mean?"

George couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Should we support Gwen or oppose Gwen? Michael is very good, but after all, he has a disease. He doesn't know how long he can live, and whether he will pass it on to his children..."

Listening to Helen's tirade, George's head felt heavy.

"Stop, we'll talk about this topic later. I have other things to do, so you don't need to wait for me."

George picked up his coat, turned around and left, leaving only Helen with a tangled look on her face.

...

"Hi Michael."

Looking at the head exposed above the window, Michael said helplessly: "You scared me. Fortunately, I don't have a heart disease."

"Is there a problem?"

Gwen got in through the window.

"Is there any way to convince dad, I think he found me."

Later, Gwen explained what happened.

After hearing this, Michael couldn't help but sigh. As expected of Sheriff George, he could always discover Spider-Man's true identity, just like fate.

But this time I didn’t get a box lunch, which was pretty good.

"Sorry, I didn't make a voice changer for you."

"It's not your fault. You've helped me a lot. It's just that I was too careless."

Gwen was also helpless. The situation was so tense that she didn't realize it.

"By the way, thank you for your preliminary plan, but if you tell me in advance, it will be easier to subdue Dr. Connors."

"I was just in case, I didn't think too much about it. After all, I'm not a superhero."

Gwen curled her lips, she felt that Michael would definitely become a hero.

Although he doesn't say it, Michael always does everything well and cares about others.

Perhaps in some people's minds, Michael has long been a hero.

Michael thought for a while and said: "To be honest, I don't know how to convince Sheriff George, but you are the one who knows him best."

"That's why I don't have confidence."

Gwen sat on Michael's desk, raised her legs against her chest, hugged her calves with her hands, put her chin on her knees, and curled up into a ball.

Seeing Gwen's pitiful, weak and helpless look, Michael also felt overwhelmed. He really couldn't convince George, and he had a quarrel with the police George before.

...

George looked at the woman in front of him, and he knew that this was the person who adopted Michael and was also Michael's nominal mother.

"Hello, Mrs. Martha."

"you are?"

Martha looked at the policeman in front of her, not knowing who she was.

"I'm George, sergeant in charge of the New York Bureau of Investigation."

"Oh, Sheriff, our family doesn't seem to have broken any laws."

"Ma'am, don't be nervous. It's a personal matter. I'm here to see Michael. My daughter and he are... friends."

George was a little embarrassed.

When Martha heard George's words, she thought of many things in an instant.

"Oh, why haven't I heard him mention it?"

"Maybe it's just a secret between kids."

"Then I can't let you in. Our Michael is a good boy. He is smart, smart, and loves his family. You can't say anything vicious because of a small flaw."

Looking at the stubborn woman in front of him, George felt dizzy.

"Michael once visited my house, did you know?"

When Martha thought about it, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

"Yes, he also carefully prepared gifts. Even so, you still want to beat the mandarin ducks? He is so good to you..."

Martha was a little angry, picked up a vacuum cleaner, and pointed it at George.

"Leave, bastard, leave now."

George was very speechless. Madam, what have you misunderstood?

"Listen to my explanation. I'm not here to fight with each other. They are not together. I also admire Michael very much. He is also the best classmate who has appeared beside my daughter for so many years. But I am not here to see him today. Let’s talk about this.”

"no?"

"No, I promise."

George was speechless.

"Okay, come in."

Martha finally allowed George to go in, and George couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Where is his room? I'll go find him."

"Can't I be there?"

George looked at Mrs. Martha who was about to lift the vacuum cleaner again, feeling very helpless.

"It's about...lizard people. Michael made the antidote and helped my colleagues, so I want to ask about the case. The matter is confidential and cannot be made public."

Martha looked at George suspiciously and finally said, "Okay, but I have to ask Michael first."

Martha walked upstairs to Michael's room.

"Michael, are you asleep?"

"Not yet, what's wrong, mother."

Michael opened the door and looked at Martha.

"A police chief named George is looking for you and wants to go to your room to have a private chat. But I think he seems to have bad intentions. Do you want me to get rid of him?"

Why is George here?

Michael glanced back at Gwen, who gestured nervously, and finally got directly into Michael's bed.

Michael wanted to remind her that it was safer inside the closet.

But Martha looked at Michael and said doubtfully: "What's wrong? Is there someone else in your room?"

"Oh, no, let Chief George come over. I think it must be something important."

"Ok."

Martha was still a little confused. Why were everyone acting weird today? Sheriff George was also hesitant.