[Comprehensive] Digging Secrets in the Academy of Magic

Two days later, while Tony was working on the Mark Armor at home, Steve arrived.

"Where did you put Bucky?" Tony focused on the work at hand and asked without looking back.

"Wakanda," Steve replied.

"Oh." Tony raised his eyebrows in surprise, "I thought T'Challa was going to put Bucky to death and hurry up."

"He understood that Bucky was just being used, and he said he couldn't be blinded by revenge like Zemo was." Steve looked around, "Let me explain to you what happened that day."

"Come on, Friday, get Steve a cup of coffee."

"No, no, no need, we'd better find an empty place, the things here look quite expensive, I can't afford it." Steve said sincerely.

Tony: "...When did I ever make you lose something? You poor man."

That being said, the two went to the top rooftop.

"Okay, Tony, you have to calm down first, Bucky has been controlled for a long time, this is not something he can decide on his own, you know?" Steve said.

Tony nodded, brow furrowed.

"You and I both know that the cause of death of the Starks was that they were attacked while transporting the serum. This was ordered by Hydra. It doesn't matter who participated in the attack, because they are all just the guns of Hydra. Kee was charged with killing your parents, Tony..."

"How dare you!" Tony yelled out of control for a moment, rushed forward with a stride, and punched Steve firmly in the face.

Tony wasn't wearing armor, this punch was just a tickle to Steve, he didn't even turn his head, and didn't fight back, he just stared at Tony with a sad look.

"I'm sorry, Tony."

"How dare you say that it doesn't matter who killed it!" Tony roared. He had expected the truth a long time ago, and he had done enough psychological construction before Steve came, but he really heard Steve's explanation. He still can't take it.

Reason was telling him that Bucky was indeed being controlled, and killing his parents was not his will, but how dare Steve lightly wash away all of Bucky's sins?

Didn't those killings go through Bucky's hands?

But what about the deaths caused by himself and the other Avengers?

Even after defeating Loki and saving Earth from aliens, how many people died under the weapons of Stark Industries?

Who is responsible for the deaths of the Maximov siblings, and even Zemo's family? ①

The murderer who killed his parents with his own hands was controlled by Hydra, how could he forgive him, and how could he avenge him?

The chaotic thoughts buzzed in Tony's mind. Even Tony's IQ couldn't figure out this ultimate philosophical question. The value of life couldn't be simply calculated, and Tony had no choice at all.

After a long time, Tony spoke again, with a hoarse voice: "Bucky is a hidden danger. A few simple words can turn him back into a killing machine. You must control him and prevent him from causing more casualties."

"He chose to sleep." Steve breathed a sigh of relief, and Tony seemed to have thought about it. "Until we can completely clear those things from his mind, he won't wake up again."

"Okay." Tony took a deep breath and walked downstairs, "Now I need you to go away."

Steve opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, stayed for a moment, didn't bother Tony anymore, and left directly.

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Al, oblivious to what had happened since he left, was now yawning and following the Slytherin Quidditch team toward the stadium, broom in hand.

"We are here to cause trouble for the Gryffindor team today." Captain Flint walked in the front, very excited, "The dean gave us permission to use the stadium, they dare not confront us, they can only be disheartened left."

Al really didn't understand, they trained themselves well, why did they have to make trouble for Gryffindor?As if Slytherin hadn't lost to Gryffindor last year.

The Slytherin Quidditch team really didn't have much talent, and Flint himself only knew brute force, not skill...Al wondered if it was a mistake for him and Draco to join the team, but Draco was full of Quidditch Enthusiasm, he won't listen to himself.

Right now, though, Draco looked a little uneasy: he didn't want to make trouble for Harry's team.After Lucius heard that his two sons had joined the Quidditch team, he gave each of the other Quidditch players the latest light wheel 2001. It seems that he very much hoped that the Slytherin team would win .

Al was very unconfident. He was worried that if he lost, Lucius would scold them.

Going straight to the stadium, Al saw the two redheads in the air from a long distance away, very conspicuous.

Noticing the Slytherins and the Gryffindors coming down from the sky soon, Harry was obviously a little surprised, wondering what the Slytherins were doing too, George and Fred were in the Gryffindor team captain Behind Wood, he looked at Draco and Al with interest, as well as the new Seeker.

After Draco decided to be the batsman, the new Slytherin Seeker became Blaise Zabini, who also participated in the selection.He was a good-looking black guy who was friends with Al and Draco and was very popular among the Slytherin girls.

As soon as Wood hit the ground, he confronted Flint angrily.The two captains sprayed each other a few words, and Wood was attracted by the other party's words "Let's train new players".

——He kept his eyes locked on Flint, and it seemed that he only now realized that there were three more junior boys in the Slytherin team.

"These two are the new batsmen? Twins?" Wood looked back at his team's twin batsmen. They were all over five feet tall and looked strong. The Malfoy twins were compared to them. , looked like two bean sprouts, Wood's voice was mocking, "You count on these two little guys? I'm really afraid that the Bludger will break their necks."

Draco would not miss any chance to embarrass the Weasley twins: "Gryffindor counts on the red hair—" After receiving two stares from Al and Harry, Draco changed his words: "Red-haired Weasley came to the rescue? Only strength but no brains."

Al pressed his temple.

We all know that Draco has this character, and the Weasley twins didn't taunt back. At this moment, Ron and Hermione ran over from the stands, followed by a little follower, Colin Creevey.

"What's the matter? Draco? Al? Why is Slytherin here?" Ron asked in surprise.Flint snorted coldly and glared at the Malfoy twins secretly.

It was a shame that they were the only two of them in Slytherin to be called Christian names by Gryffindors.

"We are also here for training." Al replied helplessly.However, at this time, Colin Creevey screamed sharply: "You are here to make things difficult for Harry! Harry will not be afraid of you!"

Harry turned his head with a headache, not wanting to see himself as a rabid little fan.

"Who are you?" Draco asked sensitively, his eyes fixed on Colin suspiciously.

"No, Colin, stop." Harry stopped painfully, but it was obvious that Colin didn't take what he said seriously.

"I'm Colin Creevey. If you want to do harm to Harry, you have to pass me first." Colin puffed out his small chest, quite proudly.

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched, extremely displeased: "What are you? It's Harry's turn to protect you?"

Al: "...Draco, come on, we're digressing."

But obviously, Draco was attracted by Harry's loyal "President of the Fan Club", he could no longer care about any Weasley, and he just stared at Colin with murderous eyes, this look It was a bit scary, the little Gryffindor who had just entered Hogwarts shrank back timidly.

The center of the incident—Harry, sighed: "The stadium is so big, we are one and half, we train separately, don't quarrel anymore."

The training that followed was a disaster.Slytherin and Gryffindor seized every opportunity to trip and curse each other. Al and Harry, who were the only ones who trained well, were accidentally injured a few times. Al's robe corner was burned, haha Leigh's eyes slanted across his face, and in the end it was Hermione who helped both of them restore everything to like new.

"I can't go on anymore! I want to take a break!" Al made a sharp turn in the air again to avoid a spell, and Al was dizzy and landed towards the ground.Harry yelled immediately, and followed Al and flew over, but Slytherin and Gryffindor ignored them: those little wizards were "red-eyed", and there was no one who was still in the air. Serious training, flying jinxes everywhere, fireworks from the Weasley twins, and some mischief.

"It's so confusing, these people..." Al asked, sitting next to Hermione, "Do I look okay now?"

Hermione looked him up and down: "It's a mess."

Al gave up and scratched his hair: "Whatever."

Harry was also sitting next to him, his originally fair little face had somehow turned black. Al laughed when he saw it, and reached out to wipe it off for him.

Harry let him wipe, looking a little hesitant: "Al..."

"What's wrong?" Al raised an eyebrow.

Harry hesitated again and again, but swallowed the words back: "It's nothing."