I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

6 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, London.

On a shelf specially designed for owls to rest, black and white owls stand on it and stare down.

Next to the old-fashioned brick fireplace, a Migru Harrier lay on its back with its belly exposed.

Their master, John Wick, faces a big problem.

On the TV, a sudden change in a racing competition in Monaco was being broadcast.

A man holding an electric whip in both hands and a lightbulb-like object on his chest entered the track.

This reckless man whipped him down, almost making a billionaire and playboy driving a car hate him on the spot.

Fortunately, the other party took out the box, transformed into Iron Man, and successfully solved the crisis.

The television was turned off and John was lost in thought.

Two pieces of information were revealed in this unremarkable news.

First, there is a Stark named Tony in this world but he is not a hair salon teacher.

Second, the man named Tony Stark has many prefixes, one of which is Iron Man.

Although it has been a long time since I came to this world.

"I am Iron Man (iamironman!)"

This sentence completely transformed a billionaire playboy and a super genius who graduated from MIT.

Even after a long time, it is still enough for people to recall after seeing it.

"So...you're telling me that this place is actually more abnormal?"

John Wick was a migrant worker on a blue planet in his previous life. In this life, he was born in a British family in 1980. His mother is a Slav and his father is an Englishman.

In the West, a place where the peak period of appearance is generally short-lived, he has successfully preserved his appearance until now.

And if you tell others about the person in the mirror that he is almost 30 years old, others will only think you are joking.

He has black hair and reddish-brown eyes. He likes vests and suits with gold watch chains. He has a silver ring and an emerald green ring on his right hand, which is full of mystery.

The handsome face brought by his Anglo-Russian ancestry is like a student who is about to go to college.

He studied at Hogwarts, made the Philosopher's Stone, defeated the Dark Lord, and became the new generation of Witch King.

He is currently the son of a wealthy British businessman who is on vacation.

But now you tell me...

Is there a person named Tony Stark in this world?

John felt like he needed to calm down.

Although he is already at the top of the magical world, he still feels a little melancholy when facing a future where non-human beings will emerge one after another.

If he remembered correctly, there seemed to be some beings claiming to be gods here.

John was numb.

He had enough trouble dealing with a god of death in the wizarding world, but now there were other gods.

Even at a certain point in the future, a purple sweet potato spirit will appear, carry out public welfare activities to reduce carbon emissions, and finally wipe out half of the population of the universe with a snap of his fingers.

Thinking about his lifespan, which is comparable to that of the big guys under the Black Lake, the more he looks at it, the more he looks like a candle in the wind.

And there is a key thing.

How many years have passed since I came to this world.

Those plots are as intermittent as fragments, and basically I don’t remember much.

After all, no one who went to Hogwarts after the age of 11 would study their past memories again and again.

As for why I didn’t find out until now?

It can only be said that he took the lead in manufacturing the first television in the wizarding world.

The only good news is probably that the more than 20 years of development time in front of me were not wasted.

His strength is the best guarantee.

I just don’t know if my own magic can withstand the purple sweet potato spirit’s snapping fingers.

Expelliarmus should be able to remove the Infinity Gauntlet, right?

Thinking of this, he glanced at the empty and smokeless house.

A year ago, his parents and sister moved to the United States for work reasons.

Thinking of his family, John touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "I remember that my father seemed to have invested in a weapons supplier called Hammer Industries."

He always felt that this name was somewhat familiar.

It seems to sell arms. The Stark family is engaged in arms. Is this Hammer Industries his competitor?

There is some mail piling up at home.

In this era when the Internet is beginning to develop, there are still many people who prefer to use physical letters rather than emails.

For example, John's uncle's family has territory in Russia.

He took out the yellowed letter from the mailbox.

"Ding dong."

Just as he was about to take it apart and take a look, the doorbell rang at a house that no one had visited in a year.

John opened the door strangely. Who came here when his family was not around?

Putting down the envelope, he went to open the door.

He stopped when his fingers touched the doorknob.

In his keen sense of magic, there was someone extraordinary outside.

The combat effectiveness of ordinary people is at level 0-1, while the one outside is at least level 3.

While thinking about it, the doorbell kept ringing, accompanied by a very anxious and crying voice.

"Is anyone there? Please open the door."

is a woman.

The helpless voice with a Slavic accent is like a cat that has fallen into the water. It makes people feel pity and can't wait to open the door.

At this time, there was the harsh sound of tires scraping against the ground outside, as well as those unfriendly-sounding curses.

"You're running, right?"

The man's voice sounded.

Then the woman outside exclaimed.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap would most likely land on a woman's face.

The woman was still trying to get the homeowner to open the door and save herself.

"No, no, I don't want to go back."

The miserable woman used her hands and feet to resist the strong man.

A door separates heaven and hell.

The sleeping Migru Harrier was woken up and stood up, its saliva almost dripping onto the blanket.

The white owl looked at it with disdain.

John knew that the other party was coming towards him, but he still opened the door.

It's not that he's out of kindness, but it's troublesome if someone dies outside.

The sound of the door opening attracted attention.

Two scum who are obviously gangsters but still wear suits and ties are bullying a beautiful woman with red hair.

The woman has the fair skin of a Slavic woman. She is wearing an ol' suit, with a touch of snow-white exposed from the buttons that have been torn open. She looks pitiful.

"Get out of here, boy, and you'd better close the door."

The man with a Mexican accent pointed at John fiercely and gave orders.

Looking at these two full-blooded bastards, their health bars were already like candles in the wind.

John looked into the woman's eyes asking for help and couldn't help but admire the woman's acting skills.

I'm sorry, but in Hogwarts, there is a magic called Legilimency.

This superb acting skills left a strong sense of dissonance in John's eyes.

Like two little rabbits dancing in front of a lioness.

However, the process still needs to be followed.

John works on his acting skills.

He raised his hand and pointed to the house opposite, and said in a casual tone: "In the house opposite, there is a heavyweight boxer who gets up at four o'clock every morning and goes out to exercise.

If you want to save your teeth and jaw until retirement, it's best to leave now. "

His words stunned the two arrogant people.

As a pimp who can only show off his power in front of women, he is obviously at a loss for this threat.

Even more coincidentally, a boxer returning from training outside happened to be passing by.

Compared with him, the two of them were as skinny as a pole.

Assessing the gap between himself and the other party, the pimp put down his cruel words and said, "Remember this!"

Afraid that they might taste the punch of a professional boxer, they hurriedly got into the car and started the engine to leave.

"The script of the hero saving the beauty is completed." The woman thought to herself.

Next, she needs to contact this person who may be related to Stark's attack.

Thinking about this.

"Thank you so much, you saved me." The woman thanked her repeatedly, and she stood up staggeringly, revealing a sense of strength all over her body.

She said fearfully, "I was kidnapped by them. They are pimps and they want me to serve men."

It's obviously a business everywhere.

John seemed greatly moved after hearing this, and there was a hint of successful cunning in the woman's eyes.

next second.

John took out his wallet, took out the green bills, and handed it to the woman sympathetically, "It's so pitiful, then you should go home quickly."

Woman: "?" This development is wrong.

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