Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Noisy shouts continued to ring out in the basement, where dozens of pagans gathered, with their leader Jacob Nestram in front of them.

"We are the new order. Our world is being taken away by the gods. We will become gods and take it back. This is the new order." Jacob Nesterm shouted loudly, and the people in the audience seemed to be getting more and more crazy.

At this time, his girlfriend Petra Larsson came in with two new people, and Jacob Nystrom walked up to them with the cane they found.

“Are you ready to take back your power?”

The two men reached out and grabbed the broken cane, expressing their attitude with their actions.

The runes on the staff glowed red, and the two men's faces were ferocious, kneeling on the ground wailing in pain.

After more than ten seconds, they slowly stood up, as if they were reborn, but there seemed to be a hint of brutality in their eyes.

......

airbus.

Aaron came to the laboratory and saw Ward arguing with Fitz and others in a particularly bad tone.

"Uh... am I disturbing you guys?"

"No, no." Simmons shook his head immediately. "Aaron, you came at the right time. You have the broken cane, right? Take it out and study it."

"No, that's a private collection." Yali said confidently.

"Not yet." Fitz looked at him seriously, "Until you pay, the Berserker's cane belongs to S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Excuse me, did you find that broken cane?"

"Uh... no."

"That means it now belongs to me and has nothing to do with SHIELD."

"Don't talk nonsense." Ward said sternly, then walked up to Aaron and grabbed his collar, "Hurry and take it out."

"Ouch!" Aaron raised his eyebrows and grabbed Ward's right hand and twisted it slightly.

Click!

Ward let go with pain, and the anger that had been suppressed in his heart was completely released because of the pain.

He looked at Aaron angrily, and instinctively clenched his right fist and punched Aaron's chest.

"I gave you face."

Aaron easily grabbed Ward's fist, but he did not give up and raised his right foot and kicked hard.

Seeing this, Aaron raised his lips in disdain and quickly pointed with two fingers.

呲!

Ward kept kicking and stood still.

If it hadn't been blinking, I would have almost thought it was a lifelike human sculpture.

"Is this... acupuncture?" Simmons asked in surprise, "I've seen it in a book, it's a magical Kung Fu."

"Maybe it's not Kung Fu." Skye stepped forward and pushed Aaron's hand away. A thin needle was inserted into Ward's chest. "It's an anesthetic needle. It's scary enough."

"Anesthesia is the best method I can think of. I can't beat him to death!"

"What about him now?"

Aaron pulled out the anesthetic needle, and Ward immediately regained his ability to move, staggering to sit on the chair.

"Calm down now?"

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself."

"I can tell." Skye looked puzzled, "Anger is almost written on his face."

"Wait." Fitz suddenly looked at Aaron, "You seemed to have touched the cane too, but you look like nothing happened."

"Yes!" Simmons immediately pulled Aaron to the blood pressure monitor and said, "Take off your clothes. I'll check you."

Aaron:......

SHIELD has been trying to give him a physical examination but has failed. How could you two succeed?

"That's not necessary. I'm fine."

"It's not up to you to decide whether something happens or not."

"Haha!" Aaron grinned and looked at them meaningfully, "I'm a pharmacist, and also a doctor, the kind that can perform surgery.

In other words, I am much more professional than you, and I have the final say on whether there is any problem or not."

"If you're okay, then Ward..." Skye looked at the two of them in confusion, "Why would he be like this?"

"This may be related to personal willpower, purity of heart, and past painful experiences." Aaron patted his chest mysteriously, "For example, I am strong and unyielding, and my mind cannot be disturbed by any thoughts. Most of my past memories are happy, so the cane of the violent warrior naturally cannot affect me.

Ward may be slightly lacking in willpower, slightly twisted in mind, and had a relatively miserable childhood..."

"enough."

Ward slammed the table with a dark face, stood up and left the laboratory.

......

Coulson sat in his office, staring closely at the surveillance footage in the interrogation room.

Randolph stood still like a statue, and the enclosed space seemed to have no effect on him at all.

boom! boom! boom!

There was a knock on the door and Ward was standing in the doorway. "Can I have a word, sir?"

"come in!"

Ward took a few steps forward and said in a deep voice, "I'm worried that my previous contact with weapons has affected my ability to do my job."

"go on."

“You know my family history, so obviously I don’t think back on my childhood, ever.

Some memories have long been sealed away by me, tightly sealed.

Because to do my job well, I have to be focused and alert, and I can't be distracted, especially by things that happened a long time ago."

"You mean touching the cane awakened some memories?"

Ward nodded slightly, a look of struggle on his face, “The most painful memory, the first time I felt...hate.

I couldn't shake the feeling, I didn't trust myself, I was mad at Skye, Fitz, Simmons in the lab..."

"Grant," Coulson interrupted, "you told me this so I feel like I can trust you."

“But he…” Coulson pointed at Randolph on the screen and said helplessly: “I can’t get the professor to speak.

Don’t you have some pent-up anger? Maybe it’s time to let it out.”

Ward immediately understood what Coulson meant, "What do you want me to do?"

“Try it out, I suspect he’s an Asgardian.

But be careful not to actually hurt him."

Ward raised the corner of his mouth, "Yes, sir."

......

Walking into the interrogation room, Ward looked at Randolph coldly, "You have to tell the truth."

"I told Agent Coulson everything I knew."

"You're lying, tell me what that thing did to me?

How can I recover?

"I swear I really don't know." Randolph said tiredly.

"Okay then!" Ward pressed the dagger in his hand directly, and the sharp blade cut through the air and stabbed straight into Randolph's neck, intending to kill him with one blow.

Randolph's pupils dilated slightly and he instinctively stretched out his right hand.

But the next moment he suddenly thought of something, and his movement to grab the knife became chaotic, and he fell off the chair.

"Help! Someone's killing me.

Help! Someone is killing someone. "

Randolph retreated in panic, watching the surveillance camera and shouting for help.

Ward remained unmoved and continued to move forward with the knife, forcing him into a corner.

Randolph had no way to retreat, so he slumped back and shrank back, his voice trembling and shaking.

The fear of his life being threatened seemed to constantly impact his mind, forcing him to make a decision that went against his ancestors. "Don't kill me. I'll tell you. Isn't it okay for me to tell you?"

Ward looked at him deeply, then put away the dagger with some regret.

Then he turned his head to look at the door and saw Coulson walked in.

"I'm sorry, sir, but it seems you misjudged him. He is not an Asgardian."

"It's a bit embarrassing, but it's not completely useless." Coulson shook his head slightly, walked forward, helped Randolph to a chair and uncuffed him.

"I'm sorry, Professor, this is a bit unfair.

But we’re really pressed for time.”

"That's too much, Coulson. That's too much."

Randolph came back to his senses, his face flushed, and he cursed angrily.

There were still a few tears in his eyes caused by the shock, but he felt relieved in his heart.

Fortunately, I had rehearsed it before and was mentally prepared, otherwise I might have been exposed.

"Please understand."

Randolph took a deep breath and asked weakly, "How could you doubt that I'm an Asgardian? This is ridiculous."

"First, I have captured Asgardians before. Whether it was Thor or Loki, they did not show any fear or panic after being captured."

"I thought we were friends." Randolph rubbed his brow in pain, feeling that he had made the wrong friend.

"I know what kind of person you are. I don't think you will do anything to me. Maybe you will let me go after you find the remaining two pieces of the cane.

But I didn't expect... Is SHIELD a formal and legal government agency? "

"This... everyone has their own opinion!"

If it were in the past, Coulson would have confidently given an affirmative answer, but now that he knows that there are a large number of Hydras hidden inside SHIELD, he can no longer be so shameless.

"If there is a first, there must be a second!" Randolph said disdainfully.

"The second is a Waterfield 44 fountain pen. How can a literature professor afford it with his salary?"

“Yes, I really can’t afford it with my salary alone.

But can't I have some extra income?"

"extra income?"

"Inheritance, insurance, lottery and the like." Randolph said insincerely, but to Coulson this awkward and embarrassed expression seemed more real.

"This is my oversight. I apologize." Coulson said with a wry smile, "Finally, when I tell you that I have been alone with aliens, most people will be more curious."

Randolph rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Agent Coulson, you are definitely more perceptive than the average person, but... at least you have to rely on evidence!

After the invasion of the Chitauri army, the whole world knew about the existence of aliens.

It would be a lie to say I'm not curious, but... I'm in the interrogation room, am I in the mood to ask that?"

"Suspicion is the most basic skill for an agent, so I arranged for Agent Ward to act out this scene."

"Are you satisfied now?"

"Satisfied. At least we can be sure that you, Professor, are hiding something from us."

Randolph's face was full of bitterness, so he said with difficulty: "My family swore an oath and promised to keep the secret of the violent warrior."

"Professor, I understand that you must have your own difficulties, but the situation has changed now.

Once the cultists find the first piece of the staff, you know they won’t give up the second or third piece.”

"That's why I told you those riddles. I didn't want the cane to fall into the hands of someone with ulterior motives." Randolph sighed deeply. "Agent Coulson, I've given you enough clues."

"That's not enough. We need the exact location." Coulson looked directly into Randolph's eyes. "The exact location of the third section of the cane."

"Alas!" Randolph sighed heavily, "In Ireland, the first love of the Berserker, there is a temple."

Coulson nodded and pressed the headset, "May, go to Ireland instead."

"receive."

"Professor Randolph, Agent Ward has some questions that need to be answered. I hope you won't hide anything this time."

"What did the cane do to me?" Ward asked bluntly.

“It lights up the dark corners of your heart, and it’s very uncomfortable.

Forged from a rare metal, the staff is effective against whoever wields it."

"How is Gaius okay?"

"He is an exception." Randolph gave a useless explanation directly, but he paused as soon as he finished speaking, "What did you say just now?

Aaron, is he Gaius?"

"Aaron Gaius, Senior Advisor to S.H.I.E.L.D."

"So that's it," Randolph murmured. "That's not surprising, that's not surprising."

"Excuse me, Professor, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing, you heard it wrong."

"Neither of us is deaf, Professor." Coulson said unhappily, "Is there anything special about Gaius?"

"You don't know?" Randolph frowned slightly, and glanced at the surveillance camera unconsciously. He seemed to meet a pair of calm but warning eyes, which made his scalp tingle.

"We know that, so why are we asking you?" Ward said.

Randolph pondered for a moment, then spoke in a serious manner, "Gaius is the Berserker's best friend on Earth. If Aaron is his descendant, he might be able to resist the magic of the staff to a certain extent."

In the laboratory, Fitz, Simmons, Skye and Med all looked at Aaron, as if they were looking at some rare animal.

"Why are you looking at me? Your looks make me very uncomfortable." Aaron said unhappily. In his heart, he was slightly satisfied with Randolph's ability to know the situation. He had originally planned to use his telepathic ability to warn him.

"I didn't expect your ancestors had a relationship with God!" Simmons said meaningfully.

"It happened more than a thousand years ago. Maybe my ancestors didn't know about it!" Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly. "Randolph must be talking nonsense. I was able to resist the magic of the cane entirely by relying on my willpower. It has nothing to do with family bloodline."

"If you don't mind, I can perform a minor operation on you and extract some tissue samples or body fluids to do a simple experiment..."

"Do you want me to go to the lab table and help you cut some slices?"

Simmons smiled bitterly, "It's just a joke!"

"Is the effect of the cane permanent?" Ward asked nervously.

“The strength will slowly wear off, and then you’ll feel exhausted and need sleep.”

"Then...what about its other effects?" Ward hinted that the cane not only has physical effects, but also spiritual effects.

"It will subside, but it will take time."

"how long?"

"It depends on the person." Randolph looked at him meaningfully and said, "It will only take a few decades at the latest. Just bear with it and it will pass."

"Really? That's great." Ward gritted his teeth, "How long will it take at the fastest?"

"How should I know? It's not recorded in the book."