The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

When Tony proposed to follow Linde and them to explore all over the universe, Linde was puzzled.

"If you leave Earth, who should host Stark Industries?"

"Obadiah, of course, my uncle, you know him."

Linde raised his eyebrows in surprise. It seemed that Obadiah, the villain, had not shown a sinister face for a long time, and Tony believed him as always.

Tony narrowed his eyes, "You seem to hate that name?"

"It's just divination that you will break with him. My divination has always been accurate. You have to be careful of being bitten by Obadiah. The snakes lurking around are often the most poisonous."

"You also think Obadiah is not a good person?"

"Who else thinks Obadiah has ulterior motives besides me?"

"My assistant." Tony sipped his bitter black coffee nervously, "She claimed that Obadiah planned my kidnapping, but she couldn't prove it because we had a bad relationship about it. "

Linde picked up the coffee and sniffed it, then put it back calmly. This thing is the legendary cat poop coffee, terrible. He smelled strange.

"If Ms. Pepper Potts is not a greedy person, then her words must be groundless. It is necessary for you to investigate Obadiah privately."

Tony nodded thoughtfully, "I plan to go back and settle accounts with the terrorists who kidnapped me. If my uncle colludes with them, it will definitely show his feet. Are you interested in coming together? I have prepared a set of tactics for you too." First."

Linde looked at the sky, "Forget it, I'm going back to New York to do something. If it goes well, after I resurrect Galactus, I can come back to visit you by the way, and wait for the spaceship to be completed."

Gali on the sofa suddenly turned her head when she heard the words, "Who will be resurrected?" She stared blankly at Linde.

"Uh, your father." Only then did Linde recall that Galley didn't know about this matter at all. She ate, drank and had fun all day long in Asgard, and no one reminded her of the whereabouts of Tun Xing. Galley I thought my father was just beaten away.

"My dad is dead?!"

Gali screamed, and the blast of energy dissipated due to emotion blew up the living room, and all the fragile objects were blown apart. Tony and Linde ducked under the counter to avoid the flying glass shards.

Tony looked around, especially when he saw that his cabinet of good wine was wiped out, even with his wealth of more than billions, he couldn't help frowning a little.

Linde waved his hand: "[repair as before]."

In the living room, it was as if time was turned back and everything returned to its original state.

"Hey, can I learn this trick?"

"Ask Mage Gu Yi. She has a time gem in her hand, and you can learn this trick when you get it."

Gali was sobbing on the sofa, and Yermungard shook her head, trying to amuse her mother.

"Yes, did you kill him?" Jiali stared at Linde sadly.

"No." Linde raised his hand in surrender, "Your father is very good at playing with the wind, he stopped the fight as soon as he saw that I couldn't beat me. I ate up His Excellency Swallowing Star in one bite."

Gali was so angry that her hair exploded into a lion's mane, she grabbed Yemengard's neck and shook violently, "Spit out your grandpa! Spit it out! Bad Alita!"

Yemengard muttered: "Grandpa is delicious, I want to eat more grandpa..."

Tony was horrified when he heard that, and he couldn't laugh or cry, "Lin, isn't the relationship between this family a bit strange?"

"This incident teaches us not to give great power to little children. They can destroy the world if they are not careful."

"Ha, isn't the White House a living example?" Tony laughed at himself humorously, "Okay, it seems that the troubles on your side are more serious than mine, so I won't keep you as a guest."

Linde reassured Gali that when he returned to Stan's house, he would be able to fill the creation pen with ink, and then he would be able to resurrect the old unlucky Swallowing Star.

Jiali was still a little angry, "Lin, lend me your pen when the time comes. I'm going to draw a chain to tie Alita up."

Yermungard rolled in her arms begging for mercy, but apparently couldn't get away with it.

Through the portal, Linde returned to New York. It was still dark on the west coast, and it was almost noon on the east coast.

The sky was bright and the golden tree was shining brightly.

The scene in front of him made Linde feel strange.

The streets are extremely tidy, people meet and say hello to each other, bored policemen sit and chat on the side of the road, and huge statues of peace doves made of guns are erected in the square. No pickpockets, warblers and robbers, no disturbing street music, no graffiti and small advertisements.

The announcer on the radio broadcast happily praised that in the past month, the crime rate in New York has approached zero, not to mention the whole of the United States, this is a great miracle in the whole world.

The campus is well-organized, the church business is booming, hospitals, companies, and city halls have become more humane, and the police station can simply be shut down. Sheriff George, who was famous all over the country for cracking serious cases of underground gangs, pretended in an interview that Annoyed that the police officers under him had nothing to do, eating donuts all day long and turning themselves into three hundred pounds of big fat pigs.

When a reporter asked Sergeant George if he thought it was a bad thing.

His answer was: "On the contrary, I think New York is now a country of moralists. Police officers don't have to be nervous when they go out, and relatives no longer worry about our personal safety. The relationship between citizens and police officers is also closer. Everything They are all going in a good direction.”

Near lunch time, a group of people carried baskets and distributed bread along the street. They were muscular, with blunt faces, wearing linen monk robes, hoods, and hemp shoes, like monks in a medieval monastery.

They speak fragrantly and speak fiercely, but they do things unambiguously. They carried the old lady across the road, snatched back lollipops for elementary school students, helped residents clear the sewer, and climbed onto the roof to rescue the trapped kitten. A group of loving muscle Jesus.

The leader is as big as a brown bear, and many people affectionately call him "Pastor Wilson."

He humbly bowed his head and said to the passers-by: "Please taste the bread, may the Lord forgive your sins and mine."

"The Lord forgives you." Passers-by who accepted the bread would reply in this way, and every time they received a word of relief, there would be a little more smile on the person's face.

When Pastor Wilson walked in front of Linde, the tall man still bowed his head humbly, "Please taste the bread."

Jiali and Yemengard couldn't help stretching out their hands, took the bread and shared it with big mouthfuls.

The pastor didn't wait for the phrase "Lord forgive you." He raised his head in doubt.

When he saw the young wizard in front of him, he couldn't help but sat down in fright, and the bread in the basket spilled on the floor.

"Ah! It's you!"

This person is Jin Bing. I haven't seen him for a while. The underworld emperor lost a lot of weight, his cheeks were sunken, and his beard was scrawled. He looked like a patient who had suffered a serious illness. The fire had dimmed, replaced by a strange stillness.

The surrounding monks changed countenance and shouted "Brother!", and surrounded Lin De. They all showed unfriendly expressions and shouted "Look at the trick!"

Afterwards, this group of people tore off their robes, revealing a whole body of tendons, black and white, with tattoos all over their bodies. They were simply a group of gangsters. They began to make bodybuilding poses, yelling constantly, with an astonishing momentum.

Ordinary citizens must have been terrified when they saw such a scene, and apologized and begged for mercy in a hurry. This is called surrendering without fighting.

Jin Bing raised his hand to stop these embarrassing subordinates, "That's enough, leave me alone and go."

"Big brother!" ×99

"Huh?" Jin Bin put on a straight face, "I didn't hear it, or are you deaf?"

The reformed gangsters left angrily and did not forget to threaten Linde.

"Long time no see, Mr. Jin Bing." Linde nodded in greeting, "I'm really happy to see that you are doing well."

"This day came so early." Jin Bin calmed down, knelt on the ground, looked up at Linde, like a huge monk looking up at a god statue, "You are here to judge me, right?"