A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

"What?" Randolph's eyes widened and he asked in shock, "How could you do that?"

"How could I be okay?" Aaron picked up the cane and turned it around twice, "I have also studied the ancient runes.

I can roughly tell what kind of magic the runes on the cane have. It increases strength by amplifying the anger in the heart, similar to adrenaline hormones, but a super enhanced version.

But unfortunately, it doesn't affect my mood. "

"It's... amazing!" Randolph said with a smile.

"Let's get down to business! Professor, where is the third cane?"

"how could I know?"

"You are an expert in Norse mythology, and the stories you tell are very real. It's almost like..." Aaron paused and looked at him meaningfully, "It's like having experienced it personally."

"It's a fairy tale!" Randolph's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't take it seriously on his face, "What can be passed down has its own logic."

“Berserker came to Earth to fight, but instead he fell in love.

In order to prevent the cane from falling into the hands of people with ulterior motives, he divided it into three parts and hid them separately, leaving a riddle about the hiding place.

The story is vivid and vivid, but there is one thing that is easily overlooked.

Berserkers are Asgardians, and even the most common Asgardians have a lifespan of five thousand years. "

Gulu!

Randolph swallowed imperceptibly, "What do you want to say?"

“Since the Berserker came to Earth to perform combat missions, he should be in his prime, a thousand or two thousand years old is a reasonable guess.

Even if we add another thousand years to him, three thousand years will be as high as the sky.

Calculating this, even if thousands of years have passed, the Berserker should still be alive and have at least more than a thousand years to enjoy life.

So the question is, Professor Randolph, who do you think this Berserker will be? Where would he hide? "

"This, this touches on my knowledge blind spot."

"Actually, I didn't want to doubt you." Aaron shrugged, "If you did nothing, I would only treat you as an expert who is extremely obsessed with Norse mythology.

But you have the berserker's manuscript, and the manuscript also records where the berserker's staff is hidden.

You knew how to solve the puzzles, and yet you didn't try to figure them out all these years later, which doesn't seem very reasonable to someone obsessed with Norse mythology.

Professor, your obsession with Norse mythology should not be worse than those of the pagans! "

"I'm definitely interested in that period of history, but out of respect for the Berserker, I suppress my desire to explore his staff.

To be honest, if I hadn’t known that a cult had found it, I wouldn’t have come here looking for the second cane, and I didn’t even think I could find it.”

"Haha! Professor, I like your quibble." Aaron curled his lips and said, "It's just that the first part of the cane is in Norway, which is the birthplace of Norse mythology, but the second part of the cane is actually in Seville, right next to you Isn’t it a coincidence that this is the place where we work and live?”

"Yeah! It's quite a coincidence.

Maybe this is God’s will! Let me find this staff before the infidels do. "

Aaron's mouth twitched and he continued: "Professor, you were able to find this cane before SHIELD.

For ordinary people, this efficiency is outrageous. "

Snapped!

Randolph clapped his hands, pursed his lips and smiled bitterly, "I admit, I have selfish motives, I want to try it and be the first person to study it.

I had restrained myself before, but this time... I seemed to be unable to restrain myself. "

Aaron: ...

Good guy, the thickness of my skin is almost catching up with mine.

"You won't admit it, right? It doesn't matter." Aaron smiled nonchalantly, and then took out the flintlock from the space ring, "I have a simple and crude test method.

The physical fitness of Asgardians is much stronger than that of ordinary earthlings. They will not die even if they are shot once or twice, and will only be slightly injured at most. "

Randolph's face turned green when he heard this.

Damn it! Can't afford it?

"Wait, you can't do this." Randolph said hurriedly, "SHIELD is a formal and legal organization after all. Using guns is too much, and Coulson will not allow it."

"Haha! I don't know if SHIELD is formal or legal, but I only have a cooperative relationship with SHIELD and am not considered a formal employee.

As for Coulson...I'm sorry, but he can't order me around yet. "As Aaron said, he slowly raised his flintlock gun and pointed the muzzle at Randolph.

Facing the black muzzle, an indescribable sense of danger arose spontaneously.

"A product of alchemy?" Randolph looked at the exquisite lines on the Biangan flower and immediately understood where the heart palpitations came from.

“Having a discerning eye, I happen to be an alchemist.

But you don't have to worry too much. I'm also a doctor, so I'm very measured in my actions and won't let anything happen to you. "

Aaron smiled slightly and tapped the trigger with his finger.

At the critical moment, Randolph no longer hid and took action quickly.

He didn't want to hurt anyone, he just wanted to grab the gun to prevent Aaron from hurting him. He could explain it later.

boom!

Randolph made a sudden move and flew backwards, his eyes still full of disbelief.

Aaron slowly put his foot back and pulled the trigger under Randolph's stunned gaze.

Click! Click! Click!

“I was a little hasty when I went out this time and didn’t load the gun.

But your behavior just now is not what an ordinary middle-aged man should have. "

Randolph sneered, and realized that he was a little impulsive just now.

But he also confirmed one thing, Aaron seemed to have no ill will towards him.

Randolph patted his butt and stood up, looking at Aaron seriously, "You don't look like an ordinary young man either."

"Just born with supernatural power."

"Born with supernatural power, and an alchemist.

Although I have lived in the courtyard for a thousand years in a low-key manner, it does not mean that my brain will degenerate with age. Who are you? "

"People like you, let's just understand it this way!" Aaron said meaningfully, "Can you tell me where the third section of the cane is now, retired violent warrior?"

"What do you want to do with it?" Randolph asked vigilantly.

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to collect it and do some research by the way.

I won't use it to do anything harmful to the world, you can rest assured about this. "

Randolph was skeptical, and after a few seconds of silence, the balance in his heart shifted to the side of "belief".

Aaron was not affected by the Berserker's staff, and there were three types of people who were not affected by the staff. The first type was a person who had no anger in his heart and was as pure as a blank sheet of paper. The second type was a person who had anger in his heart but could forcibly suppress and face this anger. As for the third type... they were terribly strong, far beyond the range of the staff.

In his opinion, Aaron could not be the first type. He did not look like a person with a simple mind. The third type could also be temporarily ruled out. He looked too young and could not be that strong. Moreover, the third type of people did not look down on artifacts like the Berserker's staff.

Then it could only be the second type, with a tenacious mind and not a bad person.

"Okay! It's not that I can't tell you, but what can I get?"

"What do you want?"

"Keep my identity secret. I still want to live a stable life on Earth! "Randolph said helplessly, "In the Middle Ages, the people of Midgard regarded the Asgardians as gods. Now..."

"It's the same now. After the appearance of Thor, the god of thunder, the existence of gods has been further confirmed."

"It's different, it's different." Randolph said with a wry smile, "Since I gave up the power of the Berserker, I gave up my identity as a god.

But I am an Asgardian after all. Once this identity is exposed, my comfortable life will be completely gone. I don't want to be a star, and I don't want to be sliced ​​on a test bench. "

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"You can see this clearly." Aaron nodded slightly. He could understand Randolph's thoughts. After all, he was also an outsider who lived in Midgard.

"Okay, I agree.

But let me say this in advance. I can keep it a secret, but it's none of my business if other people guess it.

Friendly reminder, don't underestimate S.H.I.E.L.D.

Although this organization is nothing on Earth, it is an official organization after all, and it is still quite capable, and there are many talents inside."

"Coulson?" Randolph scratched his hair in frustration, "I'll pay attention.

By the way, I don't know your name yet?"

"Well... just call me Aaron."

Aaron smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth.

As for his last name, he chose to conceal it. After all, the relationship between Asgard and Gaius is a bit too close, and it's hard to guarantee that Randolph won't think too much.

"Okay! Aaron." Randolph pursed his lips, "As you guessed, the third section of the cane is indeed in a church."

"Location."

"Ireland, that's me..."

"Aaron, Professor Randolph." Coulson hurried over with Fitz.

Fuck!

Arrived just in time, a few seconds later would have killed me!

Aaron secretly complained, but he didn't care too much.

The Berserker's cane would be handed over to him eventually. It didn't matter if he found it himself or SHIELD found it and gave it to him. It didn't matter if it was earlier or later.

"Professor, you seem to be hiding something from us."

"The cane is in Aaron's hands now." Randolph spread his hands and said, "I found it, but I didn't have time to inform you."

Coulson:......

Do you think I believe it?

......

Airbus.

Elliot Randolph was sent to the interrogation room as expected, and was given a pair of silver bracelets.

Ward was taken to the laboratory by Fitz and Simmons and put on various instruments to detect his physical condition.

"This is really unnecessary."

"It's necessary, Ward.

You just passed out, and you're not behaving right."

"Coulson ordered me to give you a full checkup," Simmons said. "I'm following his orders.

Before you lost consciousness, did you feel claustrophobic?"

"Why?"

"She's ruling out the possibility of a panic attack," Fitz said.

"I never have panic attacks, ever."

"Okay, that's ruled out."

"You did this after touching the cane, didn't you?"

"Are there any residual symptoms? Do you feel you have unusual powers?"

Ward was breathing rapidly, his eyes fixed on the monitor in the interrogation room. Randolph was sitting quietly on a chair, waiting, "Let me try that guy!"

"Better say goodbye!" Skye said.

"What's the last thing you remember before you passed out?" Fitz asked.

"This is a waste of time." Ward took his hand out of the blood pressure monitor angrily, "We have to find the cane as soon as possible."

"What exactly do you remember?"

"Something I haven't thought about in a long time."

"We'd better not ask," Skye said.

"He just pulled his arm out."

"Quiet." Ward said coldly, and the laboratory suddenly became quiet. "I want to hear what he said."

The three of them looked at each other and focused their attention on the big screen.

...

trial room.

Aaron poured a glass of mellow brandy. The amber liquid shone with an attractive color under the dim light, "Please have a drink."

"Thank you." Randolph smiled and took the glass and took a sip, "Fine brandy. This kind of wine is not cheap. I have been lucky enough to taste it before."

"I didn't have time to ask before. I hope you will cooperate well in the future." Aaron looked at him meaningfully and said, "By the way, SHIELD also pays attention to evidence when handling cases. You'd better not make up random things."

Randolph immediately understood what he meant, he could make it up, but SHIELD had no evidence.

"no problem."

“Also, I’m a little bit interested in Norse mythology.

When the Berserker's staff is recovered, we may be able to have a brief exchange. "

At this time, the door to the interrogation room opened and Coulson walked in.

After Randolph finished the glass of wine, Coulson began to sit down and interrogate, "My man is injured."

"I don't want that either."

"Then what do you want?" Coulson asked, "Would you like to have the power of the cane all to yourself?"

"It's not like that at all." Randolph sighed and shook his head, "I just want to be the first person to study it and prove that the Berserker has really been here and is part of history. Think about it!"

"I'm thinking about it!"

"How did they find it?"

"How do I know? They may have the original text, it has nothing to do with me.

This is just an opportunity to discover what God has brought from heaven. "

"That was brought by aliens, from outer space." Coulson emphasized, "I have been alone with aliens before, and the results were not good.

So I am very sensitive to this type of case. "

"That's all I know."

"Professor, you may need to think calmly." Colson stood up, opened the door and walked out.

"Don't worry, Agent Coulson has been stabbed in the heart by aliens before."

"I don't know that."

"Loki, the second prince of Asgard, did it." Aaron said jokingly, "That knife was not an ordinary sour one, from the back to the chest."

Randolph's expression froze. He had also heard of the name of the God of Trickery.

"He's actually alive? Uh... I mean how did he survive?"

"Better luck." Aaron raised his eyebrows and said in a way that the other party could accept, "A medical miracle. The director of SHIELD spent a lot of resources (money) to barely save him."