Magic Journey from Hogwarts

God of the Contract;

The ancient and noble inheritor;

Creator of the mind, master of shadows.

Bucky recited these three hymns with a strange look on his face. As a person who had never been exposed to the mysticism, it was really a bit difficult for him.

"It's OK!" Aaron said reluctantly, "But you'd better be more pious when reciting, and keep your identity secret. Don't let others know that you are mine. After all, my position in this universe is really a bit embarrassing."

"I see."

"One more thing. Every three months I will call all the followers to a meeting to understand their progress in digesting the potion.

The next meeting is..." Aaron thought for a moment and glanced at Jane.

Jane understood instantly and said immediately, "Mid-April."

“Yes, in mid-April, the time was midnight.

Remember to go to bed on time because I pull people in through dreams.

You can then get to know the other people and introduce yourself.”

"Uh... Got it."

"One more thing, please be careful how you address me when there are outsiders around."

Bucky raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively, "BOSS?"

"That's so formal! Just call me Aaron."

"But when there are no outsiders present..."

"Master." Jane saluted Aaron very cooperatively without any psychological burden.

Bucky's face darkened, "Is this appropriate?"

"No, no." Aaron waved his hand indifferently, "But compared to a certain queen who always makes people kneel down, I am already very kind.

Let’s put it this way! Just call me boss when no one is around, just like everyone else.”

Bucky breathed a sigh of relief; this title was barely acceptable.

"Call Steve Rogers and explain your situation to him, then you can report to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Believe me, that old bastard Nick Fury will definitely arrange everything for you." Aaron said calmly, and then handed him a bank card, "There is one million in this card, which is a little financial support from the boss."

"This..." Bucky was a little hesitant. As the saying goes, one should not accept gifts without merit. His pride would not allow him to accept money from others casually, let alone one million.

Moreover, it is usually not easy to collect money from the boss. Who knows if there will be any traps.

Aaron seemed to see his dilemma and said speechlessly: "You have already signed the contract. Even your life belongs to me. Do you think there is anything else you can do that is worth my plotting against?"

"It seems not."

"So don't think too much about it, this is just a simple way of caring for your subordinates.

After all, you have nothing now, no car, no house, no money. Of course, if you want to rely on Steve for a living, just ignore what I said. "

Bucky's face twitched and he decisively accepted Aaron's kindness.

"That's right, don't be embarrassed." Aaron smiled, then pressed his finger on Bucky's forehead, "I will help you deal with the aftereffects of Hydra's brainwashing."

"what?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bucky saw Aaron's fingers draw out a strand of silver light from his forehead.

Watching the light silver thread leave his brain, Bucky felt a lot more relaxed, as if a huge mountain that had been pressing down on him had been removed.

“Is this my memory?”

“You have foresight. I have extracted the code that Hydra used to control you from your mind.

As long as you don't know it, the so-called password does not exist.

If Hydra comes looking for you in the future, your chance for revenge will naturally come."

“Thank you.” Bucky said gratefully.

"I will naturally do what I promised in advance." Aaron said lightly, "Okay, you can leave now."

Bucky nodded, stood up and walked out.

But just as he reached the door, he suddenly paused, and said with a struggling expression: "I, among the people I killed before..."

"That's your business, you handle it yourself, I won't interfere.

I only ask of you, don't die because of the past."

Bucky took a deep breath, "I know."

Hila shook her head with emotion. “Congratulations! You have managed to trick another potential subordinate into joining us.”

"What are you talking about? What do you mean by that?

Your Highness Hela, this is a fair trade. When did I ever deceive him? "

"Once you sign the contract, you have the final say on what happens next."

"All my relatives know this, and I have never hidden it from them."

Hela rolled her eyes at him and said nothing more.

She admitted that she was a little jealous. She, the goddess of death, had been in the business for so many years, but she was not as good as a man who had been in the business for more than 20 years and did not even dare to reveal his identity.

Aaron has a large group of trustworthy subordinates, but she has not had a single trustworthy person for thousands of years, only an army of undead created by the power of death.

Aaron's pets are the holy dragon Abe and the phoenix Fox, while she only has the giant wolf Fenrir.

Not only is the quantity not comparable, but the quality also seems to be inferior.

Abe and Fox are flesh and blood, with emotional changes, joy, anger, sorrow and happiness. Fenrir is a creature she resurrected with the power of death. Although he is a pet, he is just a powerful mount.

Aaron has a family and a lover, but she is alone and her latest goal is to kill her own father.

The most outrageous thing is that Aaron has arranged a growth path for each of his subordinates. Perhaps in a thousand or hundred years, there will be a group of sub-God-father or even God-father-level thugs standing behind him, and she... seems to be able to only watch.

“Oh!” Hela said with emotion, “So if you think about it this way, I’m really a failure.”

"What did you say?"

“It’s none of your business.” Hela said indifferently, then picked up Abe and put him on her lap. It seemed that only stroking the dragon could make her feel a little more relaxed.

"This is really weird." Aaron snorted and opened the task panel.

[Capture Bucky Barnes;

Completing the mission rewards 300 magic points; there is no penalty for mission failure; Completed]

[Help Bucky Barnes return to normal;

Completing the mission rewards 200 magic points; there is no penalty for mission failure; Completed]

"receive."

"Congratulations to the host for completing the mission and obtaining 500 magic points."

......

airbus.

Garrett opened a bottle of wine at the bar and watched the news on TV with interest.

Witnesses claimed the attackers broke through several walls before killing Colombia's most notorious drug lord, Alejandro Castillo, nicknamed "Bulldog."

Everyone is wondering whether this assassination of Superman was done by a man, a monster, or a machine...

Looking at the picture of the death warrior Mike Peterson that appeared on TV, Garrett smiled unkindly.

"He is definitely a person, and a monster is barely passable. After all, he has been transformed by serum, and his body is severely damaged, as if he had been burned by fire. The machine... You can see that I spent a lot of money to equip him with a set of mechanical equipment."

"That's not necessary." Ward grumbled as he sat on the sofa, "I can eliminate the drug lord without being photographed.

Half a mile away, one shot killed him. "

“Of course, I don’t doubt it.

But you missed the point, I didn't just want to get rid of him, I wanted to show everyone.

People get shot every day in Bogota, but when have you ever seen a monster punch a drug lord's head off? That's international news."

"But why? We shouldn't be doing something so conspicuous right now!"

"Because Hydra failed," Garrett chuckled, "Nick Fury turned out to be more difficult to deal with than we thought.

He had known for a long time that SHIELD had been infiltrated by Hydra, but he had kept it secret in order to catch them all at once at the right time.

He succeeded, eliminated the unstable factors within SHIELD and stabilized the situation.

All we can get is a brief peace. When he has time, we will be the first ones he wants to deal with.

So if we don’t want to be hunted by SHIELD, we have to find ways to strengthen ourselves and expand our organization, and this news is an advertisement for that.”

As they were talking, the death warrior Mike Peterson came over with a woman wearing a floral cheongsam.

After hijacking the plane, Garrett knew he didn't have much time left, so he mainly did two things.

The first thing is to capture the experimental base and find the drug developed by SHIELD that can bring people back to life.

However, the agents guarding the base were all idiots. As soon as they started the attack, those agents frantically activated the self-destruct device.

Fortunately, they managed to grab the finished medicine before the base was destroyed, but unfortunately, they only grabbed the finished medicine, and they didn't have time to take away other research materials and experimental equipment.

The second thing was to send someone to rescue Reina, who liked to wear floral dresses, from the cell. This woman had very good interpersonal skills, and her language skills contributed greatly to the development of the centipede serum to its current stage.

"You're doing great, Mike." Garrett smiled and raised the bottle in his hand to Mike, "If I didn't know you well, I would think you were starting to enjoy your work.

Do you think he's starting to enjoy his work?"

"Someone must think so," Ward said insincerely.

“I like to think we all enjoy our jobs.

Why not? These are exciting moments with great rewards! This reminds me." Garrett seemed to have thought of something and took out his phone from his pocket, "Zeller, it's me.

Send Mike Peterson some videos of his son this afternoon, you’re welcome.”

Mike looked at him expressionlessly and walked to the back silently.

"It seems that Mr. Peterson is in a bad mood, but it doesn't matter, he will get used to it." Garrett shrugged indifferently. Mike Peterson was a tool for him. He had many such tools, but after all, he invested a lot in him, so he could be considered a high-level tool.

"Reina, please tell me you're done."

"You're more optimistic than I thought." Reina chuckled and raised an eyebrow.

"That's because you never disappoint anyone. I'm a little envious of your talent and your success rate."

"As you expected, the experiment was successful." Reina raised the corner of her mouth, "The Cuban laboratory conducted human experiments at the fastest speed.

After sacrificing more than a dozen lives, we determined that a potion numbered GH-325 met your needs and could revive the dead."

"Thank God." Garrett breathed a sigh of relief.

Lena placed a small bottle of liquid medicine in front of Garrett, "The genetic components extracted from the previous samples are concentrated in this small bottle.

It is supposed to regenerate and repair cells, please take good care of it, this may be the only bottle in the world."

"Let's get started without further ado!" Garrett took a deep breath and seemed to have made a very difficult decision.

"Garrett," Ward said, hesitating, "Are you sure you want to start now?"

"I'm not sure if GH-325 has any side effects." Reina said, "It's better to use it with caution. It may not be effective."

Garrett smiled casually, "This is the goal I have been pursuing for 25 years. Nothing is more terrifying than death."

Ward was about to say something when he was interrupted by Garrett, "You know my physical condition. My organs are almost failing. The serum alone can only extend my life by one to two months, and it is not a normal extension.

The most important thing is that SHIELD will not give us time, and this is the last bottle of potion. I have no other choice if I want to survive."

"It's not like there are no other options." Reina interrupted, "If we can get the Phoenix Tears in Gaius's hands, we might still have a chance."

"The risk is too great, girl in flower skirt." Garrett said with a wry smile, "My intuition tells me that looking for that fortune teller will only hasten my death."

Reina was stunned for a moment, and when she thought of Gaius' selfishness and cold-bloodedness, she was speechless for a moment.

Ward pursed his lips in confusion, "I know."

"Then you do it!" Garrett said as he lay down on the sofa, lifted up his shirt, revealing a silver mechanical device that covered most of his waist.

Ward clicked on the safety, then pried open a heavy silver cover around Garrett's waist.

The orange-red centipede serum is stored in a bile-like object, and the viscous orange-red liquid is delivered to the dried and cracked internal organs through complex infusion tubes, giving them a morbid vitality.

"Hiss!" Reina couldn't help but gasp, but she wasn't too nervous. "The centipede serum is almost replacing your blood circulation system."

"This has been the only source of power that has kept me alive for the past few months." Garrett said with a dry laugh, and then put the GH-325 in Ward's hand, "Let's do it!"

call!

Ward took a deep breath, reached into Garrett's waist and abdomen, and took out the gallbladder that stored the centipede serum.

He drew GH-325 into a syringe and was about to inject it into the gallbladder when he hesitated, "Garrett, we are not at the end of our rope yet!"

“Without it, I’d be dead.

So...whatever!"

"It's easy for you to say that. But what will I do if you die?" Ward said speechlessly. He regarded Garrett as his life belief. If Garrett died, he would lose his future direction.

"I won't die, don't think too much, just inject it quickly!"