I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

The sky at noon, the top of the Gobi Desert.

A piece of armor comes from the west, and steel flies into the sky.

The battle at the pinnacle of modern technology.

The battle begins with Tony Stark and Ivan Vanko leading the charge.

New Jersey.

Since it was a fight, Tony stubbornly refused to let anyone else come to help.

He asked Jarvis to check nearby networks.

After confirming that no one was there, they selected this place.

This is a desert, and it is also a place where you can take action without fear.

It was Ivan who suggested finding a place where no one was around, which surprised Tony.

After all, in his impression, Ivan was basically equated with a villain.

If Tony is a superhero, then Ivan is arguably the first supervillain.

Wearing the Mark series armor and coming to this desert, Tony landed in a superhero posture.

Ivan has taken off his armor here and is lying on the stone next door, enjoying the sunbath.

The Gobi sun was just enough to turn his skin into a tan, perfect for enchanting the acquired coffee shop girl.

Seeing Ivan taking off his armor, Tony also came out of his armor.

"Long time no see, Stark." Ivan said, holding a semi-permanent toothpick in his mouth, "ever since you almost killed me."

"You did it yourself, Ivan." Tony said frivolously, "You transformed the Iron Soldier yourself."

"Your changes have made me a little better." Tony glanced around, "You didn't plant some bombs to blow me up."

As early as after arriving, he still didn't believe it after he asked Jarvis to scan for ambushes and get the answer to the bomb.

Hearing Tony's teasing, Ivan sneered, stood up and stretched.

"You know what I've learned over the years?" Ivan said, "Strength comes first."

"I admit that before I saw that playboy's weak face, I wanted to leave my signature on that face with my fist."

"It was you, Stark, who betrayed Vanke, causing my father to be exiled for espionage, and to be looked down upon for treason."

There was suppressed anger in his voice. Ivan took a deep breath and continued, "But John taught me a truth. Vanke is no worse than Stark. Instead of destroying you, a wretch, I would rather let you see Stark with your own eyes." Everything was trampled under my feet.”

Tony applauded and said, "Wonderful speech. You must have watched a lot of speech videos during this time."

Tony's gesture always reminded John of an old friend named Malfoy.

Obviously, after carefully preparing a long paragraph, getting such a perfunctory and condescending answer is the easiest way to ignite a person's anger.

Ivan laughed ferociously, opened his hands, and the third generation fighter covered his body.

start up.

attack!

Tony reacted quickly. The moment the fighter initiated the jet boost, he also finished putting on the armor.

With his arms crossed in front of him, he was punched out.

"I take back those words." Tony flew out and adjusted his body in the air. After watching the fighter pull out two electric whips, he said, "You haven't changed at all, Whip Man."

The fighter jumped up and wrapped the whip rope around Tony's body.

The powerful propulsion system was activated, causing the fighter to spin in the air like a hammer thrower, slamming Tony down to the ground.

There was a burst of smoke and dust on the ground, the fighter's shoulder armor opened, and the missile was fired towards the ground.

Many jamming bombs flew from the ground and shot down every missile.

An energy beam hit Ivan, and Tony flew up, tilted his head and said seriously: "Then come on, Whip Guy."

The two raised their hands at the same time, and the energy beams hit each other.

As the power is increased, energy gathers in the air and gradually expands.

The last huge explosion left a big shock in the desert of New Jersey.

...

John is using tea leaves for divination.

This is one of the courses in the third year of Hogwarts, although the teacher who teaches them is not very reliable.

Martha was still bleeding. As long as it was her own blood, she could control it no matter how long it took.

With one drop of blood, she could keep it going for a week without drying out.

In contrast to Martha, who is always happy to develop her abilities, John tries to know some things through divination.

Martha wanted to say that there was no scientific basis for that, but she silently glanced at Tom, who was caged in a blood coagulation cage at her feet, and swallowed her words silently.

Tom has endless energy.

Basil, except when he goes out to kill birds, usually looks looked down upon by everyone on the owl stand.

This look down on, includes Martha equally.

The tea leaf fortune brought no answer to John.

"Something that will happen, will happen."

He murmured to himself that this was the information brought to him by divination.

Release the cup and let it go on its own.

Basil sent a letter.

John smoothed some feathers from basil's feathers that didn't belong to it.

I received the letter, which was a letter notifying the orphanage of its closure.

"Orphanage?"

John briefly searched for information about the orphanage in his mind.

He remembered.

On the outskirts of London, I also have an orphanage.

It was built only a dozen years ago and was used to house orphans caused by illegal magic experiments.

I just didn't expect that someone would notify me that the service would be suspended due to arrears?

John stared at the notice telling him to move out within a limited time.

How could he remember that the orphanage and the land belonged to him?

Where does the idea of ​​arrears come from?

"I'm going out."

Reaching out and patting the reluctant Basil on the head, John stood up and left the manor.

Wand waved.

Apparate.

His figure disappeared, and Martha, who had successfully escaped Tom's pursuit outside, ran in.

Then he saw a white owl, which glanced at him with disdain.

This look hurt Martha as much as being bitten on the leg by Tom.

Wait, the feeling is coming.

That feeling of being bitten.

Martha took a breath and looked down.

Tom escaped and ran over, biting the horse's leg.

Of course, it didn't use any force, otherwise the leg would have been broken.

Martha let out a miserable cry.

...

Silver Hand Angel Welfare Home.

Also known as Silver Hand Angels Special School.

The scale here is not small. In addition to dormitories, it also has classrooms, indoor and outdoor sports venues, and a three-story large-scale library.

Many of the children here are adults and can go out to work.

There are also some younger ones who continue to stay here.

John's figure appeared at the door. He glanced at the sign of Silver Hand Angel Welfare Home and then glanced at the locked door.

He can just go around it, but it's still a normal process.

"Alobomora"

The door lock opens.

Well, normal procedure for a wizard.

John went inside.

"I remember dad asked someone to manage this place."

He frowned. It didn't look like someone was managing this place.

When John walked in, no one even noticed.

In the wooden-floored foyer, he looked up at the camera obscured by plants and continued inside.

The corridor wasn't too dirty, but there were some graffiti with names on the walls.

"Eleanor George, Smedley Taylor, Bertram Odis."

Judging from the height of the graffiti, it is estimated that the graffiti author is only a child of five or six years old.

Walk down the corridor.

He entered a classroom with a sealed fireplace.

John noticed that the bricks in the fireplace were somewhat loose.

Moving on, in the music classroom, there is a thick layer of dust on the piano cover.

There is also the sheet music of "Für Elise" on the blackboard.

John looked around.

He decided to check out the dormitory.

The dormitories and classrooms are connected together.

You only need to walk through a corridor to reach it.

There is a sense of life in the dormitory building.

John saw a pizza box with two uneaten slices of pizza on it.

Yeah, pineapple pizza.

If nothing else, John was certain that this student would not be Italian.

The dormitory has double rooms, which is much better than many poor people who are still struggling in society.

After passing a dozen empty rooms, John saw the first person in the orphanage.

I can't be sure it's a human being.

John looked at the girl whose feet were off the ground and whose IQ might not occupy the high ground.

Wearing a white pajama dress, the girl was hanging from a rope in the middle of the corridor in front of John.

It seems to cater to this terrifying atmosphere.

Lights flickered nearby.

John touched his chin, showing no intention of saving anyone.

Suddenly, the girl, who was obviously no longer struggling, suddenly opened her eyes.

Those eyes met John's.

A large amount of blood poured out from the door at the end.

Then, a sharp scream sounded.

The lightbulb exploded.

...