A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Noisy shouts continued in the basement, where dozens of pagans gathered, and directly in front of them was their leader Jacob Nystrom.

"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 Nystrom shouted, and everyone in the audience also seemed More and more crazy.

At this time, his girlfriend Petra Larson came in with two newcomers, and Jacob Nystrom walked up to them holding the cane they found.

"Are you ready to take back your power?"

The two of them directly reached out and grasped the cane, showing their attitude with their actions.

The runes on the cane glowed red, and the two men looked ferocious, kneeling on the ground and wailing in pain.

After more than ten seconds, they stood up slowly, as if they had gained a new life, but there seemed to be a hint of violence in their eyes.

...

airbus.

Aaron came to the laboratory, and Ward was arguing with Fitz and others, and his tone was particularly mean.

"Uh...did I disturb you?"

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

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

"Not yet." Fitz looked at him seriously, "Before you pay, the Berserker's cane still belongs to SHIELD."

"I would like to ask, did you find that cane?"

"Uh... no."

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

"Stop talking nonsense." Ward said sternly, then walked up to Aaron, grabbed his collar, and said, "Take it out quickly."

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

Click!

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

He looked at Aaron angrily, and driven by instinct, he clenched his right fist and hit Aaron's chest.

"I gave you face."

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

Seeing this, Aaron's lips curled up with a trace of disdain, and he quickly pointed out with two fingers.

Bah!

Ward kept kicking people and stood still.

If it weren't for the blinking eyes, I would almost have thought it was a lifelike human sculpture.

"Is this... acupuncture?" Simmons asked in surprise, "I've seen it in books. It's a magical skill."

"Maybe it's not kung fu." Skye stepped forward and pushed away Aaron's hand, and a slender needle was inserted into Ward's chest. "The anesthesia needle is scary enough."

"Anesthesia is the best method I can think of. I can't kill him!"

"What about him now?"

Aaron pulled out the anesthesia needle, and Ward suddenly regained his ability to move, staggering and sitting on the chair.

"Calm down now?"

"Sorry, I just couldn't bear it."

"You can see it." Skye looked confused, "The word anger is almost written on his face."

"Wait a minute." Fitz suddenly looked at Aaron, "You seem to have touched the cane, but you don't seem to be okay at all."

"That's right!" Simmons immediately pulled Aaron to the blood pressure monitor, "Take off your clothes and let me check it for you."

Aaron:......

S.H.I.E.L.D. has been trying to give him a physical examination but failed, so can you two succeed?

"No need, I'm fine."

"Whether something happens or not is not up to you."

"Haha!" Aaron grinned and looked at them meaningfully, "I am a pharmacist, and I am also a doctor, the kind of doctor who can perform operations on the stage.

In other words, I'm much more professional than you, and it's really me who has the final say whether something happens or not. "

"If you are fine, then Ward..." Skye looked at the two of them doubtfully, "How could he be like this?"

"This may have something to do with personal willpower, spiritual purity, and past painful experiences." Aaron patted his chest enigmatically, "For example, I am strong and can't take away my will, and can't mess with my mind. In the past, Most of my memories are happy, and the Berserker’s cane naturally cannot affect me.

Ward may have a little lack of willpower, a slightly twisted mind, and a relatively miserable childhood..."

"enough."

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

...

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

Randolph was as motionless as a statue, and the confined space seemed to have no effect on him at all.

boom! boom! boom!

There was a knock on the door, and Ward stood at the door, "Can I say 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 work."

"go on."

"You know my family history, so obviously I don't think about my childhood, ever.

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

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

"You're saying touching the cane awakened some memories?"

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

The feeling lingered, I didn't trust myself, I got mad at Skye, Fitz, Simmons in the lab..."

"Grant," Coulson interrupted, "telling me this makes me feel like I can trust you."

"But he..." Colson pointed at Randolph on the screen and said helplessly: "I can't get the professor to speak.

Don’t you have some accumulated anger? Maybe it's time to vent. "

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

"To test it out, I suspect he is an Asgardian.

But be careful not to really hurt him. "

Ward's lips curved upward, "Yes, sir."

...

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

"I told Agent Coulson everything I knew."

"Are you lying, telling me what that thing did to me?

How can I recover? "

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

"Okay then!" Ward directly pressed the dagger in his hand, 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 opened slightly and he instinctively stretched out his right hand.

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

"Help! Killer.

Help! Killed. "

Randolph stepped back in panic, while looking at the monitor and shouting for help.

Ward remained unmoved and continued to advance with the knife, forcing him into the corner.

Randolph had no choice but to retreat. He sat down and shrank back, his voice trembling.

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

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

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

"Sorry, sir, you seem to have guessed incorrectly. He is not an Asgardian."

"It's a little embarrassing, but it's not all without gain." Colson shook his head slightly, stepped forward to help Randolph to the chair and unlocked his handcuffs.

"Sorry, Professor, this method is somewhat unkind.

But we were really in a hurry. "

"It's too much, Coulson, this is too much."

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

There were still a few crystal tears in his eyes because of the fright, but he felt relieved in his heart.

Fortunately, I had rehearsed before and was somewhat mentally prepared, otherwise I might have failed.

"Please understand."

Randolph took a deep breath and asked feebly: "How could you suspect that I am an Asgardian? This is ridiculous."

"First, I have captured Asgardians before, whether they are Thor or Loki, they did not feel afraid or panicked after being captured."

"I thought we were friends." Randolph rubbed his brow painfully, feeling like he had made a friend accidentally.

"I know what kind of person you are, and 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...the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise see the wisdom!"

If Coulson could confidently give a positive answer before, now that he knows that there are a large number of Hydra hidden within SHIELD, he can no longer be shameless.

"If there is first, then there should be second!" Randolph said scornfully.

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

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

But can't I have some extra income? "

"extra income?"

"Inheritance, insurance, lottery tickets, etc." Randolph said insincerely, but in Coulson's view, this awkward and embarrassed performance was more real.

"This was an oversight on my part, and I apologize to you." Colson said with a bitter smile, "Finally, when I mentioned that I had been alone with aliens, most people would be more curious."

Randolph rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Agent Coulson, you are definitely more insightful than the average person, but... you have to pay attention to evidence anyway!

After the Chitauri army invaded, the entire world became aware of the aliens' existence.

It would be a lie to say I'm not curious, but...I'm locked up 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 I can confirm that Professor you are hiding something from us."

Randolph's face was full of bitterness, and he pretended to be excused: "My family has sworn an oath and promised to keep the secret of the Berserker."

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

The cultists find the first piece of the cane, and you know they won't give up the second piece, and the third piece. "

"That's why I told you those riddles, just because I don't want the cane to fall into the hands of people with ulterior motives." Randolph sighed deeply, "Agent Coulson, I have given you enough hints."

"It's not enough, we need the exact location." Colson looked directly into Randolph's eyes, "The exact location of the third cane."

"Alas!" Randolph sighed heavily. "In Ireland, where the berserker's first love was, there is a temple."

Colson nodded, held down the earphone, "May, transfer to Ireland."

"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 directly.

“It illuminates the dark corners of your heart and is very uncomfortable.

The staff is forged from a rare metal and is functional for any wielder. "

"Why is Gaius okay?"

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

Aaron, is he Gaius? "

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

"I see." Randolph murmured, "That's not surprising, that's not surprising."

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

"Nothing, you heard wrong."

"We are not deaf, Professor." Coulson said angrily, "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 unwavering but warning eyes, which made his scalp tingle.

"We know what we are asking you for?" Ward said.

Randolph pondered for a while and then said nonsense seriously: "Gaius is the Berserker's best friend on earth. If Aaron is his descendant, he might be able to resist the magic of the cane to a certain extent."

Lab, Fitz, Simmons, Skye and Medall all looked at Aaron, as if they were looking at some rare animal.

"It doesn't matter what I do, your looks in your eyes make me very uncomfortable." Aaron said angrily, feeling a little satisfied with Randolph's awareness of current affairs. Originally, he had planned to use his speech ability to warn.

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

"This happened more than a thousand years ago, do my ancestors still not know about it?" Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Randolph must be talking nonsense. The magic I rely on to resist the cane is completely human. Will has nothing to do with any family bloodline."

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

"Would you like to go to the experimental table and help you cut slices or something?"

Simmons smiled angrily, "Just a joke!"

"Is the effect exerted by the cane permanent?" Ward asked with some anxiety.

"The strength will slowly wear off and you will feel exhausted afterwards and need sleep."

"What about...the other effects?" Ward pointed out. In addition to the physical effects of the cane, it also has mental effects.

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

"how long?"

"It varies from person to person." Randolph looked at him thoughtfully and said, "It will only take a few decades at the latest, and it will pass with patience."

"Really? This is great." Ward gritted his teeth, "How long will it take at the earliest?"

"How do I know? There is no record in the book."