Immortals at Marvel's Hogwarts

In a cave in Afghanistan, Stark woke up from a drug-induced coma.

Stark, who had just woken up, was still a little confused. After he calmed down, he felt a foreign object in his nose.He struggled to pull out the breathing tube from his nose, turned his head and saw the water glass on the table next to him.

Since the oxygen in the oxygen bottle is very dry, breathing oxygen for a long time will make you very thirsty.Stark moved his right hand and reached for the water glass on the table.Unfortunately, the distance was a bit far, and his hands were not very flexible yet, so he hit the water glass on the ground.

His dry throat made him very uncomfortable and he coughed twice.Suddenly, Stark spotted a man standing not far away, humming a tune and shaving in front of the mirror.

Stark used his habitual right hand to reach for the table next to the bed again, but this time he was pulled by the wires on his body.

"I advise you not to do this." The shaver looked at Stark through the reflection of the mirror and said.

Stark turned around and saw that he was being pulled by a wire, and the other end of the wire was connected to his chest.He touched his chest in horror, tore open the gauze wrapped around his body, and saw an unknown device inside his body. He looked at the ceiling of the cave in horror and helplessness.

After a while, the shaved man built a bonfire and hummed a tune to heat food on the bonfire.Stark sat on the edge of the bed, holding a small mirror and looking at his chest.

"What did you do to me?" Stark said in a hoarse voice.

"What did I do? What I did was to save your life. I have tried my best to remove the shrapnel, but there are still a lot of shrapnel left, and they are all heading towards your heart. Do you want to see?" The man who warmed the food He put down the pot in his hand and picked up a small glass bottle on the table next to him.

He looked at the contents of the glass bottle against the light, shook it again, and threw it to Stark, "I left a souvenir, take a look."

Stark took the bottle and looked inside the bottle against the firelight.

"I've seen a lot of these injuries in my village and we call them dying people because it takes about a week for the shrapnel to get into the vital organs."

"What is this?" Stark interrupted the man.

"It's an electromagnet, connected to the car battery, and it's preventing shrapnel from entering your heart," the man explained.

Stark felt something strange in his body, zipped up his clothes, and looked at the camera on the cave wall.

"Yes, smile." The man saw Stark looking at the camera and said with a smile. “We met once, at a technology conference in Bern.”

"I don't remember," Stark said.

"Of course you won't remember that if I was that drunk, I wouldn't be able to stand up straight, let alone give a speech about integrated circuits."

"Where are we?" As soon as Stark finished speaking, the big iron door at the door made a noise, and then he heard voices.

"Get up, get up, do what I do, raise your hands."

Stark imitated the man's example and raised his hands above his head.

At this time, the big iron door was opened, and a leader-like person walked in with several gunmen.

"That's my gun. How did they get it?" Stark asked in confusion when he saw the weapon the other party was holding.

"Do you understand? Follow my example." The man said anxiously.

"Welcome, Tony Stark, the most famous mass murderer in American history, I am honored." The leader-like man smiled and said in Arabic, "I need you to help us build missiles, the Jericho you showed missile."

The man translated for Stark.

"I refuse." Stark said firmly.

The price for refusing was torture. They took Stark to a bucket and repeatedly pushed his head into the water, again and again.Water splashed on the wires of the chest X-ray, and sparks of electricity appeared. This also caused Tony to hallucinate, and it was Pepper calling his name again.

Then, Stark was pushed out of the cave with a sack over his head.

When he arrived at the entrance of the cave, the sack on his head was torn off, and Stark was unable to open his eyes immediately due to the strong light.After a moment of adaptation, his vision gradually recovered.

Stark saw heavy weapons, rockets, missiles, guns, artillery shells, etc. all over the valley. All the weapons had the Stark Industries logo printed on them.

"What do you think?" The fat leader finished speaking and waited for the man who treated Stark to translate.

"I think you have a lot of my weapons." Stark was very curious as to why the weapons he made appeared in large numbers here.

"You can use everything here to make Jericho's missiles. Make a list of your materials. Start working immediately. Once you're done, I'll let you go." The fat boss said.

The man translated to Stark truthfully, and the fat leader stretched out his right hand with a smile on his face.

"He won't." Stark also smiled, stretched out his hand and shook it with the fat leader.

"Yes, he won't." The man said with a smile on his face.

Back in the cave, Stark holds the car battery that he depends on for survival.

"They must be looking for you, Stark. But they can't find you in these mountains." The man squatted next to Stark, "Look at all that, that is your legacy, Stark . Your life’s hard work fell into the hands of those murderers. Do you want to die like this? Is this the last resistance of the great Tony Stark? Or do you have to think of a way?"

"I have to do something. They will kill you and kill me anyway. Even if not, I probably won't live for a week." Stark said faintly, looking at the fire on the ground.

"So, this week is important to you, huh?" the man said.

Determined, Stark began asking people to install lighting facilities, carrying tools, and all the necessary supplies in the cave.

"If you tell me your plan, we might move faster." The man squatted next to Stark who was dismantling the missile and said.

"Hmm. Well, we don't need this." Stark slammed down the warhead and took out part of the device.

"What's that?" the man asked.

"This is metal palladium, 0.15 grams, at least 1.6 grams. So, go and dismantle the other eleven?" Stark looked at the man and said.

Stark began to make a mold from the soil. He needed to use pot tongs to pour the molten metal palladium into the mold.

"Be careful, we only have one chance." The man picked up the crucible with clamps and slowly walked towards the mold. Stark reminded him while holding a battery.

"Don't worry, my hands are steady, otherwise you would still be alive." The man carefully poured the molten metal palladium in the pot tongs into the mold.

"What do I call you?" Stark asked.

"My name is Ethan." Ethan said.

"Ethan, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

Stark's progress was going very well, and a few days later, a mechanical circular device that emitted a bright blue-white light appeared on the table.