Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"Let's get back to the topic!" Hill said in a deep voice, and then pulled up photos of three stone tablets on the tablet.

"Hieroglyphs?" Aaron raised his eyebrows and looked at it with interest, but his expression became uncertain as he looked at it.

The revelations and covenants of the gods in these three stone tablets were worthless, but the records about the prophet were somewhat intriguing. He was sure that this prophet was his ancestor Horn Gaius.

The good news is that Horn's name is not recorded on the stone tablet, otherwise the surname "Gaius" alone would be enough to make people imagine.

The bad news is that the prophecy left by Horn is obviously meant to make things difficult for him. He doesn't know whether there are other phoenixes in this world, but apparently he is the only one who has one. Isn't this dragging him into the vortex?

There is also some news that is neither good nor bad. The history recorded on the stone tablet may not be true. Who can tell whether what happened thousands of years ago was true or false?

Coulson noticed the change in Aaron's expression and asked in disbelief, "Can you understand the contents of the stone tablet?"

"I know a little bit, just barely enough!"

"How modest." Hill's mouth twitched. "Since you can understand the contents of the stone tablet, you should understand why we asked you for the phoenix."

Aaron nodded with a conflicted look, "I understand, but please forgive me for refusing."

“From the video just now, we can see that Apocalypse is definitely a tough guy. Three Jericho missiles can’t do anything to him.

Although Fox is magical, it does not have much fighting ability and is far inferior to Abe.

Letting it deal with Apocalypse, what's the difference between this and forcing it to achieve Nirvana?"

"What does Nirvana mean?" Hill asked puzzledly.

"You can simply understand it as... sending it to its death." Aaron said calmly, "Fox is the last gift my teacher gave me. I promised to take good care of it."

"Then why did you make it shed so many tears?" Coulson expressed his doubt.

"It's not a conflict, and a considerable portion of my earnings are from it and Abe's food expenses."

"But the prophecy shows..." Hill hesitated, "To deal with Apocalypse, Phoenix is ​​indispensable."

"Ms. Hill." Aaron smiled gently, then sat up straight and said seriously, "You seem to have forgotten that the person sitting in front of you is a real fortune teller.

The prophet's predictions are not complete, but no one should know the accuracy of my predictions better than S.H.I.E.L.D.

I can tell you very clearly right now that Fox is absolutely no match for Apocalypse and can't help you."

Coulson and Hill opened their mouths, but were speechless for a moment.

Aaron's meaning was very clear. Between the Prophet and him, SHIELD could only choose one to believe.

Of course, they were more inclined to the prophet. After all, this involved Aaron's pet, and he was bound to have selfish motives.

But the problem is that the prophet is dead, while Aaron is a living fortune teller. If you offend him, you will probably be kicked out if you ask him for fortune telling again in the future!

After a long silence, Coulson and Hill tacitly chose Aaron.

Aaron would not hand over the Phoenix easily, and robbing it by force would certainly not work. Regardless of whether they could snatch it or not, even if they did, they couldn't force the Phoenix to fight against Apocalypse!

In that case, the choice is between the living and the dead.

This multiple-choice question is not difficult at all. A living person might still be able to help them, but the dead would have probably turned into earth long ago.

"So from your perspective, how do you interpret the incomplete prophecy left by the prophet?" Hill asked.

Seeing that the two had made the right choice, Aaron smiled with satisfaction and said, "The prophet's prophecy is 'Apocalypse's ambition will not succeed, because Phoenix...'

There are countless interpretations for what happens after Phoenix, but I definitely won’t let Fox die.

If you ask me to complete the prophecy, it would be that because of the Phoenix's tears, the hero who fought against Apocalypse was not afraid of death and injury, became even braver, and eventually killed Apocalypse.

So what is important is not the phoenix, but the phoenix's tears."

"For the sake of world peace, I can reluctantly sell a few more bottles to SHIELD. Since we know each other so well... I'll give you a 99% discount, no more."

Hearing this, Coulson and Hill's foreheads were filled with black lines, and they were speechless.

They have a clearer understanding of Aaron's shamelessness. Even if they are perfunctory, can they be more professional?

It would be fine if he didn't contribute from beginning to end, but he actually wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune from the national disaster?

It is not appropriate to say that it is national disaster profit, it should be said that it is world disaster profit, it is simply amazing.

"This explanation..." Coulson resisted the urge to complain and said, "Don't you think it's a bit far-fetched?"

"Coulson." Aaron looked at him seriously and said meaningfully, "You can refer to Captain America Steve Rogers.

If Steve had enough Phoenix Tears to fight the Zetauri, he wouldn't get hurt. Do I need to remind you how powerful an invulnerable Captain America is?"

"Ah, this..." Coulson wanted to say that this was not the case, but his admiration for his idol left him speechless and unable to refute.

Hill shook his head. "Your completion of the prophecy..."

"It makes sense, right?" Aaron interrupted. "These are the only two reasonable explanations I can think of. The other one is that the eighth-grade alchemical bullet was made from phoenix feathers."

Hill's eyes lit up. If it was a weapon, it might really be able to defeat Apocalypse.

Coulson also agreed to some extent. Aaron had never sold alchemical bullets above level five to SHIELD, but they also knew their power. It could split a forest in half, and its single-target killing power was stronger than that of the Jericho missile.

"The second explanation is much more reliable than the first one." Hill breathed a sigh of relief. "SHIELD needs such alchemical bullets, the more the better."

Aaron was stunned for a moment. At that moment he almost thought that he had really completed Horn's prophecy.

But on second thought, this possibility is too low.

Just the few abilities that Apocalypse has displayed so far, as well as the self-healing ability he acquired by taking over other bodies before being sealed, are enough to make him invincible.

But this is not important. What is important is to get myself and Fox out of this.

"Ahem!" Aaron coughed, "Since you said so, for the sake of world peace, I will make an exception and sell the eighth-level alchemical bullet to SHIELD.

However, I didn't make many of such high-level alchemical products. I had ten eighth-level flintlock bullets left, twelve sniper rifle bullets left, and three revolver bullets left.

Twenty-five eighth-grade alchemical bullets, each worth 100 million, for a total of 2.5 billion.

A 99% discount would be 2.475 billion. I can just take a loss of 2.4 billion."

"Hiss!" Hill gasped, "You are obsessed with money. You might as well go and rob."

"Tsk!" Aaron said disdainfully, "It's not that I can't afford it, it's just that selling goods is more cost-effective.

Once I commit a crime, not only will I not get much money, but it will also be easy for others to use me as a lever. SHIELD can reasonably confiscate my property, and Nick Fury will probably wake up laughing in his dreams."

"But this is too expensive." Coulson said in embarrassment, "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s budget can't afford to be wasted like this!"

"We have to be reasonable, Coulson.

Do you know how much resources, energy, and time it takes to produce alchemical products of this level?

Phoenix feathers are made of adamantium and engraved with inscriptions. The material will be scrapped if you are not careful. I feel it is a loss at 100 million for one feather. How dare you think it is too expensive?

If you think it’s too expensive, you don’t have to buy it! But let me be clear, I’m the only one on earth who can make this.”

Coulson smiled awkwardly, knowing that he couldn't lower the price.

"We have to discuss this with Fury. After all, this is indeed an astronomical amount of money."

Hill reluctantly stood up and walked aside, called Nick Fury and explained the situation to him.

"Fury, it's time for you to make up your mind."

"Buy, of course." Nick Fury made the decision without hesitation, "Just based on the power of those alchemical weapons, S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely not lose out.

And if he can sell it this time, he can sell it next time. As long as the accumulated quantity is enough, one Avenger can destroy an alien fleet."

"But 2.4 billion dollars for 25 bullets... it's ridiculous no matter how I think about it."

"Agent Hill, SHIELD is not short of funds right now, and 2.4 billion is just a drop in the bucket.

Believe my judgment, this price is actually much lower than I thought.

It's a pity that there is no scientist in SHIELD who can decipher alchemy, otherwise we wouldn't be so passive. "

"Fury, I have to remind you that the prophecy may not be exactly as he completed it."

"I know, but since it's a prophecy, what's going to happen will eventually happen. All we can do is prepare for it."

"Ok, I see."

Hill hung up the phone and walked back to his previous seat. "Fury agreed. The money will be deposited into your account tomorrow."

"I knew he would agree." Aaron was not surprised at all. He put all the bullets that had been enchanted eight times and filled with magic power into a box and handed it to Hill solemnly.

"Hold it, this is a secret weapon against Apocalypse. If I lose it, I won't be able to make more in a short time."

"Excuse me, how long does it take you to make a bullet like this?" Coulson asked curiously.

Aaron raised an eyebrow and held up three fingers.

"Three months?"

Aaron shook his head and Coulson raised his brows slightly, "Three weeks?"

Aaron shook his head again in denial.

Coulson's face twitched slightly, "It can't be three days, right?"

Aaron finally nodded and said with emotion: "I can be considered a genius, but even so, I have studied alchemy for nearly ten years to reach my current level.

But alchemy requires more than just technology; it also requires a lot of resources.

For example, if alchemy is compared to tools and resources are compared to materials, low-level alchemists use simple tools to make tables, chairs and benches, while high-level alchemists use professional machine tools to make airplanes and cannons.

But no matter what, tools and materials are indispensable, so your money is well spent.

There is a big difference between a child's scribbles and a master's masterpiece. "

"Uh...I think I understand."

"But the eighth-grade alchemical bullet is my current limit. It will be difficult to make a breakthrough in a short period of time."

"Good luck."

......

black market.

Apocalypse sat in Caliban's seat, looking through Eric Lanchel's information with interest.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. Among the group of mutants, level 4 mutants were extremely rare, and each one of them was a well-deserved strong man, and Magneto was undoubtedly the best among the level 4 mutants.

Especially in today's era of rapid technological development, human beings cannot do without metal in all aspects of life. Magneto's ability to control magnetism can help him subvert the world and rebuild a new order faster.

"Have you found it?" Tianqi asked expressionlessly.

“It will take some time, sir.” Caliban said sincerely. He had been able to stay in the underground market for so long because of his good eyesight.

However, he was very dissatisfied with Tianqi in his heart. Not only did he steal his territory and bodyguards, but he also forced him to work for him. This was too much.

But what made Caliban even more unbearable was that Apocalypse never even looked at him, as if he was just an insignificant little character who could be thrown away after being used.

"I'll give you two days. Can you find him?"

"It should be possible." Caliban said with a forced smile, but noticing Tianqi's cold eyes, he immediately changed his words, "It must be possible."

"Very good, I have to confirm some things in the next two days. Let me know when you find him."

Caliban's eyes rolled and he thought to himself that the opportunity had come.

"My Lord, I am willing to persuade Eric for you."

"You?" Tianqi looked at him suspiciously, "Do you have that ability?"

"I know Eric. He has been fighting for the rise of mutants. He believes that mutants should be the rulers of this world, which coincides with your ideas.

As long as he knows you exist, I think he will come to see you on his own initiative."

"Okay, I'll leave it to you then."

"Thank you, sir. I will go find Eric Lanchel now." Caliban bowed slightly, turned and left the room.

"He won't run away, will he?" the angel asked worriedly.

“No.” Psylocke said calmly, “Caliban and I have known each other for a long time, and he doesn’t have the courage.

Moreover, the era of mutants is coming soon. Caliban is a smart man and knows what is the right choice. "

Tianqi raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Don't worry about it. I gave him this opportunity. It's up to him whether he can seize it or not.

But even without him, I could have found Eric, it would just take a little longer."

Psylocke and the angel nodded respectfully, without any doubt at all.

But they didn't expect that Caliban was best at protecting himself. His intelligence and courage were greater than they thought.

Apocalypse stood up and opened a portal. "You stay here first, I'll be back soon."

"Master, where are you going?" Psylocke asked curiously.

"Greek temples, Egyptian temples, Mayan temples, churches, ancient castles, these mysterious places." Tianqi said bluntly, "I have to confirm whether my old friends are still there."