I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Martha hurried back to school.

The comfortable life made her almost forget that she still had to write her thesis.

It just so happened that the project she was researching was about blood.

I spent three days writing a paper on blood-producing potions, and my hair was almost bald.

This made the other three guys look fearful, and at the same time they admired Gerald to a higher level.

It turns out that Gerald survived in such an environment.

Administrator Gerald could only smile politely.

After all, not everyone is a graduate student.

Despite Martha's image of being a homebody in the apartment and elsewhere, she is working towards a Ph.D.

Such people will deliberately end their virginity with the intention of getting close to famous people because they don't want to be laughed at.

In this regard, John can only comment that IQ does not represent emotional intelligence.

After all, it’s quite common for college students to be lucidly stupid.

Bertram raised his left hand. On the metal left arm, cool dark gold patterns flashed with electric arcs.

He clenched his fist and waved it forward.

The target flies towards him uncontrollably, causing a double critical hit.

The arms give him the ability to create magnetic influences.

This hand is not only handsome, it swings like an arm in a medieval knight's armor.

Some of the fragments attached to it flew out.

Eleanor looked envious, and then looked at Smedley who flew into the sky, folded his hands on his chest, and smashed down a stone as tall as a man.

The super powers of your friends all have cool special effects. Only you have special effects.

Eleanor was crestfallen.

Suddenly I felt that I couldn't handle illusions and the like.

"Your ideas are dangerous, Eleanor."

Eleanor looked up in surprise when he heard this, "Principal!"

John stood next to him, put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Your ability is also very powerful, but the method you use is wrong."

"But, Principal, I..." Elinor looked at her friends with envy again, "My ability cannot fly, nor can I cause much damage."

For Eleanor, who is young at heart, being cool enough is synonymous with being strong.

John raised his eyebrows and motioned for Eleanor to follow him.

Eleanor didn't know why, he hesitated for a while, then put down his companions and followed the footsteps.

The two people kept walking forward.

After walking only a few hundred meters, Eleanor began to feel tired.

He was very surprised and thought it was because he didn't eat well at lunch.

Standing on the empty lawn, John asked, "What do you see?"

Eleanor replied hesitantly: "Grass?"

"Step forward." John did not give the answer, but just let Eleanor experience it for himself.

Eleanor took a step forward, scratched his head and asked, "Is it still grass?"

"Look carefully again." John's voice echoed in Eleanor's ears, "take it seriously and concentrate."

Listening to this, Eleanor stared ahead, he was serious and concentrated.

Gradually, he felt the wind.

wind?

The grass in front of me gradually disappeared and was replaced by the rooftop on the top floor.

And if he took another step forward, he would fall into a tall building.

A cold sweat suddenly broke out on my back.

came Smedley's terrified scream.

"What are you doing there, Eleanor!"

Smedley flew upward.

Eleanor fell down with a low cry as her legs and feet became weak.

"I remember I was clearly down there."

The fear of almost falling to death lingered in his mind, and he looked up at John.

John said calmly: "Look, this is an illusion, making it impossible for you to know where you are."

"I'll teach you your first lesson, Eleanor."

His voice clashed with Smedley's screams.

“Put up a fortress in your head, don’t be so empty.”

"Eleanor, are you okay?"

Smedley landed on the rooftop and hugged Eleanor with a cry.

"You really frightened me. You turned a blind eye to Bertram's call."

Eleanor was a little tight. Facing the youngest Smedley, he comforted: "It's okay, I'm with the principal."

"headmaster?"

Smedley blinked and looked around confusedly.

"I didn't see the principal?"

"Don't make trouble," Eleanor said angrily, "the principal is right there."

After saying that, he reacted and looked at John blankly.

John smiled and faded away.

That too is an illusion.

Elinor was stunned. He didn't expect that illusion could be used in this way, so real.

The principal did not appear from beginning to end. He was guided to the rooftop by an illusion.

If it weren't for teaching, he couldn't imagine what his end would be.

Sweat wetted the ends of his hair, and his eyes were filled with excitement.

"It turns out this is an illusion, and I am indeed the best."

Eleanor laughed nervously.

Smedley began to worry that he was being stimulated.

I heard electrotherapy can cure it, why not give Bertram a try?

...

John did not leave the door of the laboratory, but this did not prevent him from pointing at the confused young man.

His eyes gradually changed from vertical pupils back to normal, and a black owl flew in from the fireplace in the laboratory.

It's Riddle.

Riddle was used to it. After it fell, he glanced at the burning furnace and landed in front of John.

John picked up the letter from Riddle's mouth. It smelled faintly of hibiscus flowers, and the moon-white envelope contrasted sharply with the red lacquer seal.

The familiar family crest made John smile.

"Delacul."

This is an old family with a long history in France.

Delacour's bloodline is mostly made up of handsome men and beauties. After combining with a Veela bloodline in modern times, he has a beauty that is unparalleled in the magical country.

The most important thing is that there is an old friend of John in this family.

"Hibiscus."

The last time he received a letter from Cedric, he let John know that his friends had begun to know where he was.

Miss Fleur Delacour, known as the French hibiscus flower, is now a leading figure in French magical society.

And it is also one of the few families that maintains contact with Muggle society.

Opening the envelope, the gorgeous font is as flamboyant as beauty.

"Dear John:

Cedric came to France with his wife.

If it hadn't come from his mouth, it would have been hard for me to believe that you had walked down that high tower.

I thought our friendship was enough for you to tell us eagerly after coming down. It seems that you have some things that you have to deal with first.

The nobles in France are talking about the emergence of wizards in England. I understand that that is the cause you are insisting on. As your loyal friend, I will help you complete all this unconditionally.

Cedric hadn't yet told Draco that he too had become evil-minded and wanted to see the skunk boy in embarrassment.

Letters cannot express my expectation and excitement for your return. The next time we meet, I will place a kiss on your cheek.

Okay, I know you need to know something more important. Among the ancient nobles, the increased demand for potions may be an opportunity for them to become fans of magic.

Oh my gosh, this paper has come to an end and I have to get another one.

A nobleman from Sokovia, you will be very interested in meeting him. He is the smartest Muggle I have ever met, only Muggles.

Finally, if you have a conscience, ask Riddle to reply to me a letter, never Basil, my poor blue fox is very afraid of it.

Your friend Fleur Delacour. "

The letter was very long, and John read it word by word.

He smiled helplessly, "The fact that Basil likes to hunt owls has completely spread in the magical world."

As the most powerful of the owls, Basil has always had a strong desire to conquer other owls.

The owl in the wizarding city was transformed into a well-trained owl post office helper under its white wings.

John rubbed Riddle's head, and Riddle narrowed his eyes comfortably.

"The demand for potions by nobles is expected." John said thoughtfully, "In the medical industry, even the current technology cannot catch up with potions boiled in crucibles."

Wrote a reply and John gave it to Riddle.

After all, Riddle was called upon to deliver the letter.

Riddle is also the only owl Basil can't fight.

...

The Avengers assemble again.

This time their target is Sokovia, where the Mind Scepter is located.

As they are about to take action.

In a home in Sokovia, the man of the house is choosing a gift for his wife.

In war-torn Sokovia, the hard-won peace has become a treasure that everyone cherishes.

The man looked at the soldiers without shells or weapons, with a happy smile on his face.

This country should be better off.

He silently swore in his heart that he would use his life to protect this peace and his family.

...