Magic Journey from Hogwarts

Underground black market.

Caliban, a black market merchant who had just closed his business, was counting his money with great interest. He was also a mutant, but his ability was to sense other mutants.

With this ability, he became an excellent intelligence dealer and lived a fairly comfortable life.

At this time, Apocalypse, dressed in a black robe, slowly walked in. Caliban felt the temperature drop suddenly and shivered suddenly.

“I was wondering why I felt a little cold!” Caliban put down the money and pointed to the closed iron gate. “How did you get in?”

"That broken door can't stop me, kid." Tianqi smiled faintly.

"Caliban doesn't seem to know you." Caliban looked at Apocalypse curiously. There were many mutants he didn't know.

As for Apocalypse's appearance, he was not surprised at all, as he had seen even stranger mutants before.

"I'm looking for the most powerful mutant, you can help me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman holding a samurai sword walked out from the back hall.

She looked at Apocalypse and subconsciously tightened her grip on the samurai sword. "What happened?"

"It's okay, Psylocke." Caliban waved his hand, signaling her to stay calm. "How much can you pay?"

"No money."

Caliban chuckled disdainfully, "Caliban said we're closed, got it?"

Apocalypse took off his hood, revealing his true face, "I need your help, kid."

"You don't look like Caliban's father." Caliban said, touching his bald head, because Apocalypse also had no hair on his head, "Maybe there's a little bit of resemblance here."

The next moment, he opened the drawer, quickly took out a pistol, and pointed it at Apocalypse.

Apocalypse remained unmoved and just stared at the pistol with his white pupils.

As Caliban stared in astonishment, the pistol dissipated into black sand.

“You are all my children, and you are lost because you followed the wrong people.

These false gods, these weak institutions, they destroyed my world, but not anymore."

Swish!

A purple energy blade suddenly stood in front of Apocalypse's neck. Psylocke held the blade in her hand, not daring to relax at all. "What do you want?"

Apocalypse looked down at the Light Blade for a few seconds, then slowly turned to look at Psylocke, his pupils turning pure white, "I want you to...fully unleash your abilities."

Psylocke was confused and suddenly felt that her mutant abilities had greatly increased. Even the purple lightsaber in her hand had increased several times in size.

Enhancing the abilities of mutants is also one of Apocalypse's abilities, and it is also an important reason why the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse were loyal to him during his reign.

"You only know the basics now. Unlike those who wait for an opportunity to control you, I only want to give you freedom."

Psylocke was touched. After a brief silence, she raised her head and said in a respectful tone: "I know the kind of mutants you are looking for, and I also know where they are."

Tianqi raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a mysterious smile.

......

Inside an abandoned factory building.

Rock music played in a loop, and a mutant with white wings (nicknamed Angel) sat on the rafters, drinking to drown his sorrows and living a life of drunkenness.

At this moment, a purple portal suddenly appeared, and Apocalypse and Psylocke, whom he had just subdued, walked out of it.

"Stay away from me. Get out of here." The angel threw a wine bottle at Apocalypse's feet and jumped onto a closer beam.

Psylocke looked at the wings behind the angel and frowned unconsciously.

His left wing was broken, as if he had suffered unspeakable trauma. Most of the wing bones and feathers were missing. Even if he still had the ability to fly, it was far inferior to before.

What she wanted to introduce to Apocalypse was an angel who could fly freely in the sky, not a decadent angel who could only get drunk...a winged angel.

"Master, I didn't know his wings were already..." Psylocke looked at the angel with regret and said, "Let's go! He can't fight anymore."

"No, it's not."

Apocalypse took a step forward, and the angel also flew down with the bottle of wine.

Because his wings were broken, his body was a little unbalanced, and he staggered a few times before he could barely stand.

"What's happening here?"

"I want to give you something." Tianqi said calmly.

"You can't give me what I want." The angel turned around arrogantly and continued drinking. He had no interest in what Apocalypse said. He just wanted to get drunk and die.

"He can afford it." Psylocke said confidently.

Apocalypse's pupils turned white, and he stretched out his right hand and aimed at the angel's wings.

The angel who was indulging in alcohol suddenly trembled, and with a clang, the bottle in his hand fell to the ground, and the wine spilled all over the floor.

However, he had neither the time nor the mood to blame Tianqi, because the pain that was like peeling skin and grinding bones was coming from his back.

"what!"

The angel screamed heart-wrenchingly, knelt on the ground in agony, and used his wings to support his body as it leaned back.

Bloody ribs stretched out from his waist and abdomen, and two rows of bloody wing bones grew on his back. These bones turned into an extremely hard silver-black alloy when they came into contact with the air.

As these exposed bones connected to his wings, his wings began to grow and recover rapidly, transitioning towards metalization.

The angel endured the pain and looked at the left side of his body. Not only were his broken wings recovering rapidly, they were also turning into extremely sharp weapons.

Snapped!

The angel slapped the ground heavily, and the metal wings made a clanging sound.

He was sweating all over and breathing heavily. The severe pain made him feel like he was in hell.

But he also realized the transformation that was taking place in himself, which made him extremely grateful. He could not refuse such a gift no matter what.

“That’s it, my child.

Rise up! My angel. "Apocalypse said to the angel who had recovered, "Stand up."

The angel stood up straight, feeling the new power in disbelief.

He tried to flap his wings, and several metal feathers were shot out and nailed deeply into the hard wall.

After a brief moment of surprise, he tried with the other wing and also fired out several metal feathers that penetrated into the wall.

The reborn angel spread his sharp and tough silver-black wings, and the way he looked at Apocalypse became completely different, and his loyalty almost skyrocketed.

Apocalypse also showed a satisfied smile, and the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse successfully added one.

"Psylocke, who's next?"

"Eric Lanshell." Psylocke said, "nicknamed Magneto, he is a level 4 mutant who can control magnetism. He has high prestige among quite a few mutants and may be the most powerful among all known mutants.

If the master wants to achieve his great cause, it will definitely be more effective to subdue him."

"Where's Eric Lanchel?"

"I'm not sure about this either." Psylocke said thoughtfully, "He disappeared for a long time, as if he was preparing for something.

Caliban will find him, but it will take time, not long."

Apocalypse thought for a while and decided that there was no rush to reorganize the Four Horsemen. He could use this time to investigate other things, such as why all his 'old friends' had disappeared.

"Let's go! Let's go find Caliban first."

Apocalypse opened a portal and walked in with the two newly conquered knights.

......

On the other side, Gaius's divination room.

Since Lola only had two seats including the driver's seat, only Coulson and Hill came here.

As for Nata and Barton, they drove the Quinjet and returned to S.H.I.E.L.D. with the remaining agents.

"Welcome." Aaron said politely, "Fury is quite particular. He actually asked you two to come over when it was just a compass."

Hill's expression froze, and at Coulson's hint, he took out the compass reluctantly.

Aaron reached out to take it with satisfaction, and after pulling it several times, Hill didn't let go, "This is why I don't want to lend the compass.

What is mine is mine after all, isn't it inappropriate for you to do this? "

Hill rolled his eyes speechlessly and reluctantly let go of the compass.

"That's right." Aaron casually placed the compass on the storage rack behind him, "I've been busy in the past month, if there's nothing else, you can go.

Also, if you have something to do, try not to come to me."

Coulson nodded slightly, then looked toward the living room and lounge that flanked the two staircases.

"Are you alone here?"

"Jane is preparing this month's potions for your SHIELD, and Hela is taking a bath in the hot shark spa."

"What about Jean Grey?" Hill asked meaningfully.

"I'm resting upstairs!"

"You sold the prophecy to S.H.I.E.L.D., and then you dragged your girlfriend away from Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. This is really something."

Aaron shrugged noncommittally, "Hill, Coulson, you know me.

I am a cautious person, and preventing problems before they arise is basic knowledge. Once conflicts between mutants and humans break out, the school will become very unsafe.

Not to mention that various human organizations would target it, even Apocalypse himself might not allow the existence of this cradle where humans and mutants coexist peacefully.

If you were me, would you leave her in such a dangerous place?"

"That... seems to be fine." Coulson smiled awkwardly but politely, "But you are showing too much distrust towards SHIELD by doing this!"

“No, I actually trust you very much, and I sincerely hope that you can solve the hidden danger of Apocalypse.

But I have to take precautions!"

"Then congratulations, you successfully prevented that situation." Coulson said with a wry smile, and then handed over a tablet, which was playing the video of Apocalypse's escape.

"A generous gift of crab!" Aaron said word by word with his eyes wide open in astonishment.

He knew that Apocalypse would break the seal, but he didn't expect it to be so sloppy and... so quick.

"Luckily I acted quickly. It's only been two days and you guys released Apocalypse?"

"It wasn't us who released it, it was the military." Hill explained immediately. This was too big a blame and they at SHIELD didn't want to bear it.

"Even without the military, those cults would release Apocalypse," Coulson added.

"I don't care about these. Anyway, Apocalypse has come out, and he is still missing, right?"

"It's obvious."

"Then what are you still doing here?" Aaron asked angrily, "Get ready for battle!

No, that's not right, it's preparing for war."

Coulson and Hill looked at each other and said helplessly: "We are here to ask you for help."

"Fuck!" Aaron cursed. "You got the wrong person. The door is over there. Bye."

He would stay away from anyone who had even the slightest connection with Horn, not wanting to have any involvement.

What's more, Gaius' existence has been exposed, and the current Earth is full of risks for him.

Asking him for help at this time would be like sending him into the mouth of a wolf pack!

"We didn't find the wrong person." Hill stressed tiredly, "You are the only one on the entire earth who meets the requirements."

"Hill." Aaron let out a long breath, "The sky hasn't fallen yet, you guys shouldn't be desperate and try all kinds of methods!

Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. You can go to the Avengers. I am just a fortune teller, I don’t have that much ability. "

"We are not looking for you. No, we are not looking for humans."

"Not a human?" Aaron was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

It seems that except for him, no, it seems that no one in his family is a normal person, including him.

He is a wizard who controls the shadow dimension, Hela is the goddess of death in Asgard, Jane is a vampire, and Jean is a mutant.

Aaron was not sure whether SHIELD knew Hela's identity at this time, so he simply asked tentatively: "It's not me, nor Hela, are you looking for Jane?"

"Not a vampire either."

This sentence made Aaron sure that Hela's identity was not exposed. He immediately said righteously: "I personally think that mutants are also human beings."

Hill rolled his eyes speechlessly and said impatiently: "We are looking for your phoenix."

"Phoenix?" Aaron blinked in confusion. "Are you kidding? How could I have a phoenix?"

"Dr. Charles told us everything." Coulson said sadly, "Phoenix Tears, 500 million for a small bottle. You know how to make money."

“Uh…thanks for the compliment.

But a mere nine figures in exchange for your life, actually you made a profit.

If you feel unconvinced, I can take a loss. You shoot yourself in the head right now, and I will return the money to Nick Fury immediately. "

Colson: ...

Is this what people say?

He is already a worker among workers, but he is not aware of the need to risk his life to make money for his boss.

"It's not necessary."

“I knew you couldn’t bear to die.” Aaron shrugged and said confidently, “I do have a lot of Phoenix Tears, but I’m the only one on the entire earth who has them.

Since we have a monopoly, the price is naturally set by me."

"To be honest, I don't want to sell Phoenix Tears. After all, Fox has been with me for quite some time, and it hurts me every time I make it cry.

So Agent Coulson, I should be content to make this one exception for you."

Hearing this, Hill and Coulson looked at each other. They didn't believe a word he said.