I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Outside the realm of magic.

A knight on a skeletal horse charges into the mist.

Huge black claws with scales grabbed it.

Then the hot dragon's breath fell and turned into ashes instantly.

The black dragon has a body over eighty feet and breathes fire from its nose.

The vertical pupil stared outside, and it fell into the dragon castle.

After it entered, another ghost rushed into the mist.

An invisible force stripped away its direction.

Falling into the fog can never emerge.

Silver hand elegant clothing design.

Lockhart had changed over twenty outfits.

Before this, many people thought that clothes only need to be comfortable to wear.

Lockhart has a lot of requirements. He needs noble clothes that can reflect his identity in the magical country.

It's noble, not vulgar, and it's not about showing off wealth.

So when the gold cufflinks were brought out, he decisively refused.

Not even a second glance.

"This is not acceptable. It will damage my image as Gilderoy Lockhart."

"This won't work either. The gold clashes with my hair color."

"Ruby?" Lockhart stared at the ruby ​​ring, which was the size of a pigeon egg and had beautiful cross-sections, and said with disdain, "Red doesn't suit my temperament."

It can be seen that Lockhart is very concerned about his identity and image.

Rita Skeeter, editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, is also the chief producer of Prophet Television.

She will use her pen to polish Lockhart's image.

The two people could not be said to have known each other before, and they were even a bit hostile.

With John's intervention, the two became a good partner.

They also work with words, and Rita let her magic pen record there.

She raised her hand to pause the recording with the magic pen. Over the years, she had rarely interviewed in person.

The body is also pampered and becomes mellow.

"I remember not being so excited when your new book topped the best-seller list."

"Really?" Lockhart found a scarf that he was satisfied with. This was the first one he settled on after trying on more than twenty sets here.

Adjusting the scarf, he practiced a handsome smile in the mirror.

"Maybe for the first time, I can make a contribution to this country."

Hearing this answer, Rita was a little surprised, "Do you still have such feelings?"

Lockhart had someone bring him some new clothes to choose from, leaving him and Rita alone. He said, "This is a task given to me by the Witch King himself."

"You know, you should know." Lockhart stood at the window and looked far away, landing on the statue in the square, "We are all brought together because of the Witch King."

"Although the Silver Hand Alliance has disbanded, we are still pursuing our old masters."

Lockhart's eyes were filled with fire, "How many times have I wanted to say, 'Yes, leave it to me, Mr. Wick,' but I don't have such a chance."

“That was the time when the country was being built, and I thought I could finally be put to use.”

"In fact, it comes in handy, but that's not enough."

Lockhart waved his cloak and let it float. He said like an old nobleman in the Middle Ages: "For eternal glory, I have wanted to say this for a long time."

Rita watched his performance silently, then she snapped her fingers and continued recording with the magic pen. She asked flatly, "So how confident is Mr. Lockhart about this new book?"

Lockhart switched working modes in one second and said with a charming smile: "Of course, I want my readers to feel those emotions and experiences from inside."

"The great Lockhart, even though they all call me that, haha."

The sound of interviews rang out, and those busy designers brought their own clothes.

...

A spokesperson is in full swing preparing.

The other spokesperson is in the largest library in the Wizarding City, addicted and unable to extricate himself.

When John arrived, Wanda was reading and gesturing with her fingers.

Chaos particles formed a magic circle between her fingers.

John said: "If Ms. Pince sees you using magic in the library, she will kick you out with a broom."

His voice woke Wanda.

Wanda dispelled the magic and she watched John approach.

"Is this your magic?"

"I am our magic."

John walked here and ran his fingers over the books on the bookshelf.

All the books he touched floated out.

"These are the wisdom left by wizards, and some of them come from other places."

John raised an eyebrow and said, "They have a good record-keeper."

When Wanda heard this, she saw that the handwriting in these books were similar.

In other words, these books come from the records of one person.

She couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Are these all?"

"Part of it." John thought for a moment and said, "Two-thirds."

Wanda was so surprised that she looked up at the bookshelves here.

There is no end in sight, and the books are piled up layer upon layer.

"How do you think about it?" John waved his hand and let the books fly back.

When Wanda heard the question, she looked at the books reluctantly.

Knowledge is like a curse. The more you know, the more you want.

Before Wanda had read these magic books, she might be able to comfort herself that she didn't need them.

But when she saw these books with complicated knowledge, she greedily absorbed the knowledge inside.

A dried sponge does not long for water, but when it touches a drop, it longs for the sea.

"I promise you." After Wanda said this, her body felt relaxed.

John smiled and walked straight ahead.

Wanda put the book back and she hurriedly followed.

She had been there before, and there was only a dead end like a starry sky.

But when John walked up, a road began to appear on the ground.

Wanda followed closely behind and asked, "Where is this place?"

John answered succinctly, "Knowledge."

The further you go, the place seems to have no end.

Wanda can no longer see the library when she arrived.

There is only void around them now.

Another period of time passed.

A point of light appears in front of you.

As it gets closer, the light spot gradually enlarges.

A small room consisting of chairs and a simple desk appeared.

There is a book on the table in the room.

knowledge?

Wanda got closer and found that the room was already at the end.

She didn't know why, so John clicked on the book.

"You can get all the magic you want here," John said meaningfully, "including those taboos."

Wanda was still confused, "Why did you bring me here?"

"Because you don't have much time." John said calmly, "You have to leave here tomorrow."

"You tried so hard to get me to agree, but you want me to leave tomorrow?" Wanda thought it was ridiculous, as if she had been deceived.

John said without changing his expression, "The Avengers need you. What you have done has hurt those ordinary people."

"The best way is to make you an Avenger," John chuckled. "Standing on the side of justice can always make people regardless of the cost, right?"

Wanda has helped Ultron, and whether she was deceived or not, she has done 'bad things'.

Hypnotizing Banner and causing a city to fall into chaos has to be cleared up.

Justice is a good way.

When Wanda saw that book, all the knowledge was here?

She reached out and touched it, and a huge amount of knowledge poured into her mind.

When John saw her sitting down, he smiled slightly and turned to leave.

Then, he encountered a resentful face.

Daphne is very resentful. She is like this, but you put a blanket on me?

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