Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Holding a scepter and wearing a special priest uniform, Gel walked slowly to Aaron and Wanda who had finished praying.

"The Pope." Aaron spoke first, reminding Gel to pay attention to his identity and occasion.

Gel nodded slightly, put on a mysterious look, and led the two to an antique table, where a sheepskin contract was lying quietly.

"This is?"

"Mr. Gaius has already communicated with my Lord in advance. My Lord is very willing to provide assistance to devout believers. This contract will help you solve the problem to a certain extent."

Wanda immediately became interested and picked up the contract to read it carefully.

Aaron also pretended to move over and quickly read the contents of the contract: "In summary...Except for self-defense, or to rescue others, or with the permission of the 'God of Contract' who drafted this contract, you may not use your supernatural powers at will.

There are no other restrictions, so it is quite relaxed.”

"But..." Wanda looked at the permission of the 'God of Contract' on the contract, frowning, "I'm just a shallow believer, there's no reason for the God of Contract to take me so seriously!"

Gel glanced at Aaron guiltily, silently complaining in his heart.

You are underestimating yourself, girl. You can't imagine how much the master values ​​you.

"Mr. Gaius paid a price." Gel said hesitantly, "My Lord is very satisfied with his dedication. This contract is a trivial exchange."

"What did you contribute?" Wanda asked Aaron seriously.

“It’s nothing actually.” Aaron smiled nonchalantly, “In my secret room, there are several evil ghost masks that can give the wearer the ability to summon shadow warriors.

The disadvantage is that after putting on the mask, your sanity will gradually be devoured by evil spirits and you will fall into darkness."

"That is the authority that my Lord left behind. Ordinary humans cannot control it at all." Gel then explained, "My Lord has been looking for the whereabouts of these masks. Mr. Gaius has been a great help."

"You just changed the contract?"

"Those masks are just potential risks in my hands, hot potatoes. If I can use them to buy you a chance to land safely, it's a good deal."

"You...are so silly and cute." Wanda didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Those masks are obviously of very high value."

“They’re not worth much, really.

But if you feel sorry for me, just make it up to me for the rest of your life."

"The decision is yours." Ger looked at Wanda calmly and handed a red feather pen to her, "You can decide whether to sign this contract or not.

My Lord respects fair trade, you can reject this contract, as for the masks... Mr. Gaius can make other deals with my Lord."

"Sign it. This is in exchange for my happiness for the rest of my life." Wanda said casually, then looked at Aaron seriously, "I don't care how many you have, but you can't treat me badly."

Aaron chuckled and nodded seriously at her gaze, making an unspoken promise.

Wanda raised the corner of her mouth slightly, picked up the feather pen quickly, and signed her name at the bottom of the contract: Wanda Maximoff.

As the last stroke was made, Wanda suddenly felt that there were dense lines on her body. These lines tightly bound her abilities and locked them in her body. They could only be released under special circumstances.

She carefully opened her right hand, wanting to test her ability, but for several times in a row she did not see even a trace of red energy emerging.

"Praise the great God of Contract." Gel smiled, feeling relieved. His master's mission was perfectly accomplished. "Ms. Wanda, your decision is correct. The result will not disappoint you."

"Praise the God of Contract." Wanda said sincerely.

Aaron also breathed a sigh of relief. Although this operation was just a simple transfer of money from one hand to the other for him, the benefits it brought were huge.

First of all, he raised the banner of "God of Contract" to guarantee Wanda. No matter how resentful the United Nations was, it had to be cautious.

Secondly, he used a very reasonable reason to push all those ghost masks to the Shadow Holy See, which raised the church's combat power to a higher level and solved the problem of insufficient manpower.

Once again, with this contract, there is an additional obstacle between Wanda and the ancient god who provides her with magic, and His control and influence over her will be further reduced.

In the end, he received the most sincere gratitude from a young girl.

Even though it might be hard to explain later, he would definitely not take off his vest now.

The two put away the contract and walked out of the church hand in hand, as if they had just walked out of a marriage registration office.

......

Gaius Divination House.

A red locomotive slowly landed in the night.

After Aaron and Wanda got out of the car, Supersonic automatically transformed, switched to normal form and drove into the underground garage.

As soon as the door opened, Pietro rushed over to the two of them, "Wanda, he brought you back like this?"

"We went to church, and then he took me to Tromsø to see the Northern Lights and say goodbye to all the bad moods."

"No, I mean...you're willing to come back with him?"

"I'm retired and I won't be a superhero anymore." Wanda raised her eyebrows proudly and walked into the house very familiarly. "Cousin Hela, I'm back. Did you miss me?"

“No.” Hela said calmly, “How long have you been gone and I’m missing you?”

Wanda's face twitched and she laughed dryly: "Cousin, you are still so humorous."

"Where's Jane? Still in the studio?"

“He should be reading a book!

She is currently studying the moon and is very fond of books related to the moon. ”

As they were talking, the door on the right side of the divination room suddenly opened.

Jane Volturi walked out in a black long dress, her blonde hair draped over her shoulders, her hair neatly groomed, her pupils tinged with a faint blood-red, she looked noble, elegant, charming and seductive.

Hela seemed to have noticed something, and the corner of her mouth curled up.

"Welcome back."

"Jane, you look so beautiful..." Wanda said with a strange expression, "You look too beautiful."

"Thank you for the compliment. Do you want me to clean up your room?"

"Uh... no thanks. I'll sleep in his room from now on." Wanda pointed at Aaron, kissed him on the cheek shyly, and trotted up the stairs. "I'm going to go on a tour first."

"Master, this?"

Aaron shrugged and smiled without saying anything.

“Haha! Another one.” Hela shook her head speechlessly. “Finally, you succeeded.”

"It's all thanks to my damn charm that has nowhere to go."

"Is it not appropriate for me to stay here any longer?" Pietro said with a wry smile.

"What do you think?"

"I understand, but I definitely support you two being together.

I'll leave her to you, treat her well." Pietro patted Aaron's shoulder meaningfully, then disappeared from the house as a shadow.

“It’s quite ceremonial, but it’s unnecessary.

I wish us a good night." Aaron smiled and followed him up the stairs.

pat!

When Aaron turned on the light and saw Wanda’s red face, his heart couldn’t help but feel hot.

The two looked at each other, moved closer to each other tacitly, hugged each other tightly, and immersed themselves in a passionate kiss.

After the passionate kiss, Wanda, who was gradually becoming confused and disoriented, fell on the bed.

"Wait, turn off the lights."

"It doesn't matter."

"No~"

......

“This is the third one. No, there is another Asgardian, so he should be the fourth one.” Hela counted on her fingers, “Tsk, tsk, tsk! How long has he been in this world?

That’s about one per year!”

"At least the master doesn't change every year." Jane said with some jealousy.

Hearing this, Hela stood up and looked at Jane with interest, "This outfit is quite unique, few men can resist it!"

Jane forced a smile, "Your Highness Hela, you are joking."

“You’ve lived for hundreds of years, but I’ve lived for thousands of years. How could you hide this little trick of yours from me?” Hela said playfully, “Your master is definitely not a loyal person, so you have a great chance.

But that was before. After tonight, it will be more than twice as difficult to capture him. "

Jane thought of Wanda, who would be living at home for a long time in the future, and did not refute.

“Your Highness Hela, do you...have any suggestions?” Jane asked cautiously.

Hela noticed that Jane’s fair face was stained with a layer of crimson, and shook her head with amusement, “You’ve lived for hundreds of years as a vampire, and you’ve never been in love.

But it’s not strange, I haven’t talked about it, men only affect my speed of drawing the sword.”

“As for suggestions… they are not necessary at all.” Hela curled her lips and said, “He knows you inside and out, and you are so beautiful. As long as you take the initiative to offer yourself to him, he will definitely not refuse.

You have long been a dish on his table, the question is how to eat it? When to eat it? "

simple:......

"Isn't this... a rather vulgar description?"

“This is the truth, Jane.” Hela patted her shoulder earnestly. “Whether you can complete the transition from a maid to a mistress is always up to you.”

Jane thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

"What about you? You should also..."

Before she finished her words, Hela's sharp eyes swept over, making Jane feel uneasy.

"Don't worry about my affairs, understand?"

"Uh...I see."

Hela sat back on the sofa and put Abe on her lap and started jerking him off. “What did you hear just now?”

"No." Abei raised his two paws to cover his ears and shook his head, "I didn't hear anything."

“It’s okay if you heard it, just keep your mouth shut.

Otherwise, when I leave, I will take you with me."

Abei shuddered suddenly, and then swallowed involuntarily.

Hela is too strong. It is a torture to be with such a mistress.

"Madam, when are you leaving?"

Hila didn’t object to the title this time. She just rubbed Abei’s belly hard. “What do you mean? Are you so impatient to get me out of here?”

"No, I just want to prepare myself mentally."

“In two or three years!” Hela said calmly, a complex murderous intent flashing in her eyes, “I can feel that Odin’s power is growing crazily, but the decline of power is becoming more and more obvious.

That old guy is dead, and my two idiot brothers can't protect Asgard's assets at all. Only I, the goddess of death, can suppress the nine realms."

Two or three years?

Abei thought in his mind and subconsciously glanced at the closed door on the second floor.

Poor master, you'd better become a god within two or three years, otherwise... I can only mourn for you in silence.

......

The next day.

Wanda woke up from her sleep, opened her eyes, and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling. The sunlight illuminated the entire room.

She subconsciously wanted to get up from the bed, but the next second her brows furrowed and she lay down again.

Then the memories in her mind flashed quickly like a slide show, and Wanda recalled what happened last night.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but shiver.

How could she be in such a state? It was simply pure chaos. She almost thought she was going to die.

Wanda cursed inwardly, then covered her head with the quilt to hide her face which was red as blood.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and Aaron walked in and saw Wanda covered with a quilt, "Are you awake?"

"Not gentle at all." Wanda poked her head out and said unhappily, "Don't disturb me, I want to sleep a little longer."

"Okay, you can sleep as long as you want, but eat lunch before you go to bed."

"Lunch? What time is it?"

"Well...it will be two o'clock in the afternoon in a few minutes."

Wanda was stunned for a moment, then sighed speechlessly, "It's all your fault."

"Blame me, blame me, but you can't blame me entirely!" Aaron said a little aggrievedly, "It seemed like it was you who did it last night..."

"Shut up and get out. I need to get dressed."

"Is it necessary? I've seen everything I need to see."

Wanda rolled her eyes at him, simply put on a white gown, and sat on the bed with her legs hugged.

Aaron sat down on the edge of the bed, pushed Wanda back down, and immediately took out a bowl of oatmeal porridge with a faint golden glow from his space ring. "Just lie down, I'll feed you."

After saying that, he picked up the spoon, scooped a spoonful from the bowl, blew it with his mouth, and then handed it to Wanda's mouth.

Seeing Aaron being so attentive, Wanda couldn't help but feel sweet in her heart. She opened her mouth and ate the porridge she fed her.

"How about it?"

"It's delicious as always." Wanda smiled, and her body seemed to have gained some strength. "What kind of porridge is this?"

“I made it according to the recipe of an ancestor of the Gaius family, but the ingredients were carefully selected and some precious medicinal liquid was added. It is delicious, mild, and nourishing enough.

The value of this small bowl is enough for an adult to eat for several years, so no leftovers are allowed. "

Aaron finished the oatmeal in the bowl one spoonful at a time, "Do you want more?"

"No, I'm full."

"Then have a good rest. You can't do any heavy exercise today."

Wanda nodded and gently closed her eyes.

Aaron put the bowl away, closed the curtains, yawned, then huddled under the quilt and hugged Wanda, "Go to sleep!"