Daily demolition of the store [Comprehensive British and American]

"No rush, Miss Reeves. Your superior recommended you to us as an expert in the field."

Before she believed that this person was really a wizard, Novia almost described his eyes as pickled green, but now she looks at them with the mentality of seeing an idol, and she can roughly see those green eyes - is the 'glamorous' emerald!

It can be seen how touching the fan filter is.

"But it still needs some investigation, doesn't it? I'm actually curious why wizards need Muggle help. That's not how it's written in those novels."

"Times change, and I can't live forever at the age in the book. But I bet, if you go to the Sorting House, it's likely to be a Slytherin."

"So you started playing the sorting hat?" Novia looked at Potter's behavior suspiciously.

"Those books are written for children of Muggle families! In order to allow them to better integrate into the life of wizards, for example, we introduced the Sorting Hat to them..."

"For example, leave them a hope and tell them that they are all a generation delayed by Voldemort."

"Uh...?" Potter didn't keep up with Novia's complaints.

"If you were born between 1985 and 1998, please remember that the reason you didn't get a Hogwarts admission letter was that Voldemort erased the records of Muggle wizards born during this period from the government documents (Note [-])" Novia recited in a strange way.

That year, she was still a nine-year-old child. She believed in this evil, thinking that she was born in London, so she took her brother to the streets and alleys of London on the eve of her birthday full of expectations—looking for a place between a record store and a A bar between bookstores.

She got nothing.

This is also one of the reasons why Novia firmly believes that there are no wizards in this world.

"Very...a unique insight." Potter scratched his hair: "I have read your previous mission report, and there are many ambiguities in it..."

"Probably because most of the people I work with are like wizards, and there is no way to give detailed personal information."

"One of your reports says: You once assisted several agents to prevent a worldwide crisis..." Porter looked at Novia helplessly: "Can you give me a little more detailed description? "

——It basically helped the royal agents rewrite the internal rebellion, Harry didn't live or die, and Eggsy and Merlin didn't have to enter the "Dragon's Lair" alone to play the extravagant drama of brain fireworks.The Arthur of Kingsman made Novia think of the fake interviewer she met at the beginning of her career. She worked very hard to 'persuade' the old man to step down, and let the villain fail frequently, ending in a hurry.

——The report says 'prevented a worldwide crisis'.

Novia finished recalling, she smiled at Potter, and concluded: "If I complete the task you gave me, I will probably only write a simple one: rewrite an ending with heavy casualties."

"How are you going to do this?"

"In most cases...violent\measures...with the help of external forces, at any cost." Novia was almost tired of being in the air at the airport, she walked up to Potter, and asked him sincerely : "Who do you want back?"

Potter flinched as if he had been scalded, his folded hands trembled slightly, and Novia proposed a temptation that lingered in his heart—since the time machine was discovered in the Ministry of Magic, why? Don't go back and change history!It can't get any worse anyway...

"Voldemort succeeded, so he probably won't be able to beat the Purple Man? What's more, we still have Doctor Strange!" Novia's mention of the Purple Man's name at this time is a compliment to the Purple Man.But she just needed to further seduce Potter into making a decision.

"Purple man?"

"I can't think of any British superheroes coming, and the villains can probably be counted." Novia coughed dryly and whispered.

"Please forgive me, Novia can sometimes be very dangerous, but I can assure you that she can meet your expectations."

"I just need to bring an assistant." Novia added just right. "I want Iron Man with me."

The eyes of several people fell on Novia.The purple man had a betrayed expression on his face. He always thought that the person Novia wanted to bring was him.

"an American?"

"Because Tony needs to leave this timeline! Nils' curse can only be effective in this time and space." Novia refused to use 'brother' to refer to Nils.

"Accept my request, and you can tell me about my task."

There was a long silence, only the wind was blowing their clothes, and finally Potter took a deep breath, put Novia on the shoulder, and said to her: "Bring those people back."

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The preparations were not complicated, and the accidental deaths that Novia remembered could provide temporary identities.Potter ratified another list, in case those victims who were not written into the novel were ignored by Novia.

When that day came, they passed through the Ministry of Magic, and no one cared which department the two men who followed the Savior belonged to.Everyone in the corridor has their own things to do. This group of men and women in wizard robes, some are holding dozens of documents in their hands, and some are following a quill that automatically writes.

"Miss Reeves, please lower your head." Potter looked ahead, but reminded Novia who was walking behind him.

Novia lowered her head suspiciously, she had to keep this stupid action because Potter didn't give any further hints.For about half a minute, a trembling white paper crane flew over Novia's head. If she hadn't lowered her head, the thousand paper crane would have hit the back of her head straight.

"You can let me walk a little bit!" Novia looked in astonishment at the messenger tool that was about to fall to the ground at any moment, and Mr. Potter who teased her!

"Nick's thousand paper cranes are born to bump into people, it will run with people, there is no fixed route at all... I'm sorry that the machine is too sensitive to magic, wizards can't use it to go back to the past, I guess that's also The reason it survived the Great War... so - here we are."

Potter pushed open a dilapidated door, perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as a wooden plank.

Before entering the door, Novia glanced at Tony, "Your silence means that you agree to accompany me on this journey?" Tony has not spoken, even though he packed his armor into a suitcase, and now he can see his face , the caramel-colored eyes were gloomy, unable to read anything.

Novia was not so sure when she made the final move.

"I'm beginning to believe what you said now!" Tony gritted his teeth and said, he suddenly hit the wooden door, Novia wanted to help him, her hand touched Tony's arm, only to find that his body temperature was low horrible.

"He's running out of time! Damn it! How the hell is that time machine of yours going to work!"

The cat named 'Snow Mountain' is the same - one day when the whole family was watching TV together, he suddenly jumped into Novia's arms. Mammals shouldn't be so cold, like staying in the snow Throughout the night, the pupils began to slacken...the breathing stopped suddenly, and death was very fast.

"Now?!" Potter also realized the urgency of the question. He saw Tony slowly sit down against the wooden door. His originally rosy face was quickly covered with a layer of gray, like ashes.

This pain was very weak at first, and during Novia's preparations, Tony would occasionally feel muscle soreness, but he didn't pay attention to this phenomenon.

Tony also doubted Novia's criteria for judging him to be recruited. There was nothing wrong with his physical examination. Just a little emotional fluctuation reminded him of this terrible curse. Tony was totally convinced.

His stay is more out of a compensatory heart, and doubts about the existence of a time machine.

Under Novia's urging, Potter withdrew his gaze. He frantically operated the wheel-shaped alchemy product, followed a handbook that was about to fall apart, injected magic power from a handle, and focused on what he wanted to do. At that time, the time machine cast a golden ray of light. This ray of light, as thin as a gossamer, gradually evolved into a simple circle, and then more details were drawn, with precise scales and vague and mysterious characters.

A small vortex unfolded in the center of the line. From the outside, only a silvery white area could be seen, and some slight friction sounds could be heard, as if someone was whispering in the ear.The vortex is sometimes big and sometimes small, making people worry that they will be cut in half when they climb halfway.

Potter looked dignified. Judging from his posture in operating the machine, it seemed like he was trying it for the first time. What was even worse was the siren that suddenly sounded in the hall downstairs.

"This machine is also registered! You must hurry! - remember! The way back is also in this room of the Ministry of Magic!"

Novia could hear the noisy footsteps behind her, and the Aurors only had to turn another corner to see the door. She grabbed Tony's hand, pushed him into the aperture, and then slipped in by herself.

A corner of Novia's clothes was left in the room by a machine that was instantly shut down, proving that there were two Muggles who had entered another era.