I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Wanda?

What is she good for?

Picture her young and beautiful? Or is it because she is not polite?

Everyone was confused for a while, but Fleur Delacour had a look of understanding.

"Just like you've been doing, John," Fleur said with a smile, "Create a spokesperson."

Draco suddenly realized, "Just like me, a spokesman for Quidditch."

Astoria on the side squeezed Draco's waist under the table, and Draco gasped.

Cedric silently finished the attack; "You may have positioned yourself a little wrong."

"Wrong?" Draco said angrily, "You, a traveling kangaroo who lives without home all day, have the right to question my status in the Quidditch Hall of Fame?"

"Based on Quidditch's Most Hated Player Award every year, you haven't fallen out of the top three." Neville said quietly.

Draco was not ashamed but proud, "That's because they don't know what they are doing. Victory is the only thing!"

"The loser should be stepped on and looked up at."

A speech that deserves a beating, worthy of Draco, who is No. 1 on the famous Hogwarts hate list and won the Most Hated Player Award three times in a row after retiring from Quidditch.

"Okay, let's get down to business." John said, stopping the scene of Draco's verbal battle with the heroes. He intertwined his fingers and put them on his chin, "The arrival of the superhero era means that the world will enter a new way of getting along with each other. "

"A superhero can bring out the strength of an army or even a country."

John raised his eyebrows and said, "Sokovia is a good example."

Speaking of her hometown, Wanda looked at John.

Compared to those other people, John's existence is even more incredible.

There was a unique feeling about him, like a vortex leading into a dark place that could not be seen through.

As the client, Wanda asked; "What are you going to use me to do for you?"

"It's us, Miss Wanda Maximoff," John said with a smile.

"You should know that I am not..."

"The Mind Stone can inspire a person's potential and give him special powers. I don't deny this."

John said calmly: "But your ability has exceeded that level."

"You should have felt it," John stared at Wanda, "your abilities are innate."

"Most wizards have had accidents when they were children due to out-of-control magic."

John said slowly: "You also had this experience when you were a child, didn't you?"

Wanda recalled her childhood.

Her childhood was short.

But I would also be very happy, if there were not that missile falling from the sky.

They will be happier.

Wanda wanted to shake her head, but John said, "You don't have to rush to refuse these."

"We are not asking you to contribute for free. No one can ask for it, including me." John snapped his fingers.

There were clouds and mist all around.

Layers of clouds fell from the dome of the sky, covering the entire room.

John's voice became disembodied.

"I will give you the knowledge and magic spells you want, so you can learn to control yourself."

Wanda looked around and saw that the Star Club where she was originally had disappeared.

In its place is a magnificent library.

In the bookshelves floating in the sky, ancient books echoed.

Wanda was surrounded by the books.

Each book represents the wizard's magic and various knowledge.

If you have never seen it, you will not be greedy for it.

But after seeing it, the lingering ambition will take root in my heart.

Wanda was quickly attracted to those books.

Ancient magic meshes with her Chaos magic.

Chaos particles floated out from her body, they were ancient and chaotic.

In the branch of magic, changes occur every era.

Compared with the rapid changes in technology, ancient magic is even more powerful than modern magic.

Chaos particles belong to ancient magic.

Wanda was born with a talent for ancient magic.

If it were any other magic, she wouldn't be so good at it.

After sending Wanda out, the originally serious atmosphere of the Star Club became relaxed.

Percy coughed dryly, "Who is the other one? The spokesperson you chose."

"Gilderoy Lockhart." John said the name casually.

Fleur looked like she was indeed like this, covering her forehead and smiling bitterly, "During the time he lived in France, he often got into trouble because of his fans."

Draco also had a frustrated look on his face, "Let him go, it's better to let Neville go."

Neville, who was innocently shot, recalled that he was dragged into a performance by Gilderoy Lockhart in his second year. It was really the worst year in his student career.

Astoria looked confused. She was two years younger than John and the others, and just missed Lockhart's glorious moment at Hogwarts.

Cedric also found that time unbearable to look back on.

The second grade was fine, at least in the later stages. Lockhart also knew that continuing would ruin his reputation, so he taught according to John's method.

But Cedric and John were not in the same grade, and the classes at that time were terrible.

When John saw their expressions, he said speechlessly: "In addition to his bragging, you will find that he also has many advantages."

"Him?" Draco looked like you're kidding me.

Seeing that they didn't believe it, John said to Fleur: "I believe Fleur is willing to tell you what the so-called celebrities in the Muggle world are like."

If you think Gilderoy Lockhart is a bad person, you might as well look at Muggle celebrities.

There are a few people who can be as upright and gentlemen as Lockhart. Although he likes to have female fans, Lockhart will never have a relationship with female fans other than replying to letters.

There were ardent female fans who crawled into his house in France, and Lockhart enthusiastically signed autographs, but nothing further happened.

Lockhart did not drink alcohol, smoke contraband, or engage in friendship.

For the sake of his fans, he is determined to dedicate himself to the whole world and never get married as promised.

If such a person were placed in the Muggle world, he would not be able to move the world.

Of course, Lockhart also has shortcomings. For example, he likes to brag and fabricate other things, and even uses the Forgetting Curse to plagiarize other people's stories.

None of this was a big problem, John would take care of it for him.

After the people in the Star Club learned about the virtues of Muggle celebrities, they looked as if they were seeing the world again.

Draco asked the soul torture, "Why are such people not hated?"

John thought carefully and concluded, "Maybe Muggles have unique tastes."

Cedric, who had once been captured while traveling in the Muggle world to make a vampire movie, felt very strongly about it.

They all agreed that it was very appropriate for Lockhart to be the spokesperson.

"Okay, now that it's decided, we can put this aside for now." John tapped the cup with his wand to make a sound.

The Star Club looked at him, and John smiled slightly, "Let's celebrate our reunion after a long separation."

A cup appeared in front of everyone. From the top of the dome, the golden liquid was like a slowly falling stream.

John raised his glass, stood up, and looked at his friend.

The thousands of words in my heart became mute after being exposed to a line of sight.

Finally it became a sentence, "For eternal glory."

The familiar slogan was once shouted by a Muggle wizard in the Slytherin House of Hogwarts.

From Slytherin, to Hogwarts, to the entire wizarding world.

The wizard grew from a student to the wizard king of the magical world.

Everything is changing, but they remain the same.

Like the stars in the universe, the stars are shining brightly.

The golden liquid sloshes from the wine glass, and the mellow stars are brewing with countless magic powers.

They dropped everything and were just friends and friends, not the Witch King or the Head of the Ministry of Magic.

Yes, there is only one identity.

friend.

...

St. Petersburg, Jovonovich Territory.

This is an old family.

Dating back to the Middle Ages, they are not related by blood and have been passed down from generation to generation in this country.

It hasn't snowed here for months.

But today, residents are feeling the cold here.

At the Jovonovich estate.

A bearded man wearing thin clothing wields an ax to split wood.

He has great strength and can split wood accurately every time.

The cold wind blew against the man's beard, and his hot breath turned white.

The man shouldered the ax, took out a bottle of black liquid from his pocket and poured it into his mouth.

His eyes turned black and he turned to look at the sky.

"Something unclean has entered the wolf's territory."

In the sky, knights sit on skeleton horses, and they haunt this territory like ghosts.

He wasn't the only one who felt something.

There are others.

The Jovonovich people were scattered in the manor, and they all met the skeleton horses and knights by chance.

Some distance away from this territory, there is an old school. The principal, who already needs a cane to walk, looks at the school's gargoyle stone sculpture.

Students who don't know anything are going to school. They are learning magic and looking forward to entering a wizarding university in the future.

...