The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Linde and the others went downstairs with erratic footsteps.

Standing in front of the oven, Stan held the glowing lasagna and burst into tears. Those who didn't know thought he was moved by the delicious food he made, but in fact it was because he was not wearing sunglasses and was dazzled by the strong light. This dish with a lot of special effects looks like a flash bomb. The old man didn't know that someone was messing around upstairs, so he didn't flash back in time.

It is said that delicious food is full of color and fragrance, and this bolognese lasagne is full of sound and light effects. The invisible shock waves are continuously blasted from the baking pan, making people's clothes tremble and hair flying. It didn't calm down until it was served on the table. After the clouds and mist cleared, the grilled browned and crispy cheese was revealed.

Gali cheered and flew to the table.

"Go and wash your hands." The old man shouted, and he fumbled around with his handkerchief to wipe away his tears.

Linde stepped forward to apologize, "I'm really sorry, I took the liberty to use your paintbrush."

"Oh, I said so." Stan waved his hand and smiled playfully, "It's okay, sometimes I play like this."

The three of them sat around the small square table, Jiali was holding a knife and fork, her feet happily tap-dancing on the floor, and she kept chanting: lasagna, lasagna, lasagna... Well, I like it so much!

Stan cut a large piece and put it on a plate and handed it to Gali, rubbing her head, "Eat it, you little glutton."

Jiali devoured her food, like a hundred tigers possessed her body, and her expression was even richer than that of a girl in the second dimension. Every bite was delicious.

Watching her eat, Stein said, an elderly lady in a nursing home could swallow three pizzas.

Linde was also looking forward to this unique style of lasagna, but before he put the first bite into his mouth, there was a knock on the door. As the only young man in the house, of course he could only open the door.

It turned out that the neighbors came here following the fragrance. They swallowed hard and asked the family if they needed help.

Linde said that there was no need to help, and seeing that more and more people gathered around, he cast a confusion spell and told these Muggles to go back to their respective homes.

He was thinking about the food, so he hurried back to the dining table.

The method of making lasagna is not complicated. One layer of cake crust, one layer of meat sauce, and one layer of cheese are stacked repeatedly until the baking pan is full.

He was greedy when he watched "Garfield" and "Friends" before, and he was not so much attracted by the dish itself, as it was touched by the breath of life contained in it, just like home-cooked braised pork, a dish that needs Take the trouble to do it, but let yourself and your diners have a full meal of civilian food.

Stan and Galli are already dancing their eyebrows.

Linde picked up the fork, the bite didn't touch his lips, and a circle of portals suddenly appeared in the living room.

Careless Tony poked his head out, "Lin! So you are here..." He sniffed, his eyes lit up, "What is so fragrant? Dude, give me a bite."

Linde put down his fork, "Mr. Stark, what can I do for you?"

Tony shrugged, "I just saw that you disappeared, so I came over to say hello. I just made a big decision. I'm going to close Stark Industries' weapons department."

"Well, it's a good decision." Linde always agrees with peacekeeping measures.

Stan rolled his eyes at Tony who broke in suddenly, "Young man, I didn't invite you to break into the house."

Tony didn't seem to know Stan Lee at all, since the old man had attended the memorial service just now, he tasted a piece of lasagna with a shy face, and immediately praised him, "Old man, is this dish made by you? Are you interested in being My personal chef? How about a monthly salary of 50,000 knives?"

If this is a gourmet show, the next story will be the legendary story of the emergence of an old master chef who sweeps up the Michelin list, Stark holds the world's best chef conference, and Stan Lee defeats famous chefs from all over the world to win the top spot.

Stan didn't plan to share, after all, such a large plate was not enough for Galisse's teeth. He drove Tony away with a few words, and the playboy reluctantly went back to the portal. Before leaving, he said to Linde: "Lin, I have an idea. I want to build some cool things. If you are interested, you can come to Malibu and find me." .”

Malibu was in California, on the west coast, and New York was on the east coast, and he had gone far enough in one go. The main production lines and departments of Stark Industries are in California, and Tony has better technical support after returning there. He is ready to continue to develop the steel armor, and he will definitely make it into a magic weapon. The magic armor should be quite interesting.

Linde remembered the brass mecha set of Nellos. It seems that the magician also has a dream of driving a Gundam. Speaking of which, Nelos has also been invited into the library tower by Brelina. This bad-tempered old mage and Tony may have a common language.

Chasing away irrelevant people, Linde picked up the fork again.

Ding dong, the doorbell rang.

Linde sighed, the successive visitors really didn't know how to pick the time.

"Go and open the door." Stan urged with a smile.

The effect of the confusion spell is not very strong, as long as the determination is made, ordinary people can also resist psychological hints.

Several agents were outside the door. The leader had a kind face and a gentle smile. It was Phil Coulson, who was also an old acquaintance of Marvel, and his frequency of appearance was comparable to that of MacArthur in World War II documentaries.

"Hello, I'm Phil Coulson, from the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistic Support Agency. I have some security issues to consult with you." Agent Coulson showed the relevant credentials, "Can we come in?"

According to local laws, without a search warrant, law enforcement officers are not allowed to enter a house without the invitation of the owner, but this is also useful to the police. As agents, they will never hesitate when they want to break into a house.

Linde just said that he was still eating and asked them to find a coffee shop and so on.

Agent Coulson sniffed it, "It smells so good, is this your family's handicraft?" The agents behind him were swallowing saliva without a trace, their eyes were erratic, and they seemed to be aroused.

Linde turned around and asked, "Stan, here's an agent named Coulson who wants to have a meal, do you agree?"

"Let him out!"

Linde shrugged and snapped his fingers. Coulson and the agents left in a single file. They wandered the streets aimlessly for half an hour.

Then he woke up suddenly.

Coulson only felt a blur in front of his eyes. For some reason, he and his colleagues squatted on the side of the road eating sandwiches and drinking instant coffee.

Linde came from not far away, "Mr. Coulson, what question do you want to ask me?"

Coulson looked nervous. He had already realized that he might be under mind control, and the agents were also on the verge of a formidable enemy.

"Sir, I need to know your name, why did you show up with the missing Tony Stark, and what did you do to us just now?"

Lind told him, "I'm a traveler, I don't belong to this world, you can call me De Lin. I met Tony by chance, but he relied on me and refused to leave. What I used on you just now is magic, just like so."

He snapped his fingers, and the pistols on the waists of the agents turned into toy balloons, which exploded cracklingly.

With a calm expression, Coulson stared at Linde closely, trying to analyze his personality and psychological characteristics.

"You think I'm a dangerous person, right?" Linde smiled, "Of course you can think about it, but mites don't need to think about the good and evil of human beings, they just need to live the life in front of them."

"Are ordinary people just mites in your eyes?"

"I have to use a metaphor. I may have hurt your self-esteem. I'm really sorry. In my eyes, everyone is a treasure, not dust and ants." Linde looked at these agents who were facing an enemy, "But I also I sincerely suggest that you ignore my presence."

Coulson was silent for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand, "Or, can we make friends?"

"It will take time to prove." Linde ignored the friendly handshake, "Next time, if you are ready, you can stand in front of me again. You give the choice, and I will give the answer."

Seeing Linde drifting away, Coulson felt a chill in his heart. He shouted to the wizard's back: "We will meet again! Soon!"

The man raised his hand and didn't look back.