Marvel's Fantasia

Although this magical world appeared a little too weird, the tourists were not injured, so they had a good time!

Of course, it would be even better if you don't have to write weird homework!

Although Tony has issued an announcement stating that this will not happen again this year, the tickets on the official website are still sold out.

After returning home, Steve couldn't wait to drag Cynthia into the bathroom and wash up seriously.

The girl also responded positively, but she backed off after four hours.

After dinner, the two sat on the sofa and watched TV.

"... After the sea tornado that lasted for ten days stopped last night, Magic Island officially resumed sailing this morning. Is this a coincidence? If someone can control the wind and rain, what kind of existence should this be? Let us look forward to the follow-up report..."

[Manipulating the wind and rain?Do you think it's a mutant? 】

"Hmm, it should be, probably because Alex is trapped on the island, so they want to save him."

Hearing her words, Steve thought of the man he had seen on the island, and the three girls.

"James? Isn't his name Logan?"

Cynthia was puzzled: "He told me that his name was Logan. The triplets have the ability to control the mind, and they were the ones I met before."

[James Howlett, who worked with me several times during World War II, is a very good soldier. 】

Cynthia said in surprise: "Are you sure you didn't recognize the wrong person?! Then he should be more than 100 years old now?! No wonder he will become Dumbledore."

Is that the point? !The man sighed and put his arms around Cynthia's shoulders: "James seems to have seen you, I mean before."

"Really? But I don't have any impression," Cynthia thought for a while, "Maybe he was a customer of the cake shop before?"

It doesn't matter, they are all irrelevant people anyway.

The magic holiday is over and everyone is back to normal work.

On Sunday morning, after several interviews on the radio, Cynthia met Alex and a strange middle-aged man when she returned to the company.

"Hi, I'm Charles Xavier, and I'm the principal of Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters."

"Oh, hello, I'm Cynthia Scott."

"I know, would you like to talk to us? About some of your special abilities."

Cynthia frowned.She couldn't see what the other was thinking, not even Alex's.

This is the powerful psychic power they said before?

"Don't worry, I mean no harm."

"...can you read my mind?"

But she didn't feel that her mind had been invaded.

"No," Charles smiled gently, "but I can probably guess what you're thinking. So your decision is...?"

Cynthia thought for a while, and brought the two of them to her lounge.

"You have also learned about our school from Alex and the others before, but you should not know much about mutants."

"Yes."

Cynthia is honest.She returned the book Stephen gave her before finishing it. It's not very safe to leave this kind of secret in her own home. Anyway, if she wants to read it, she can go to the church to read it.

Through the conversation, the girl learns that not all mutants have special abilities.Some mutants have very weak abilities, so weak that there is no possibility of them being aroused.

As for the mutants whose abilities showed, some of them were not accepted by their families, and Charles' school was responsible for containing and teaching them.

"What does this have to do with you coming to me?" Is it because the funds are insufficient and you want her to donate?

"Because your ability intensified last week, the tourists on the entire magic island fell into a dream. What do you think about this?"

"That was a mistake," Cynthia pursed her lips. "Besides, I think the tourists are quite satisfied."

Well, President Stark is also very satisfied with the ticket sales rate.Everyone is happy.

"Of course, but don't you want to better control your abilities?" Charles smiled, "You can come to my school to teach, our teachers are all mutants with teaching experience, you can learn a lot."

This doesn't sound like recruiting students, but rather some kind of underground brainwashing organization.

Cynthia said it needed to be considered.After all, she is not a newly awakened mutant, nor has she been driven out of her home, and the most important thing is that she doesn't know the position of this school.

"My school is in Western New York. If you are interested, you can come and have a look. Of course, your two mutant friends can also come together."

After watching the back of Alex pushing the wheelchair away for a while, Cynthia decided to go to Stark Tower.

[Mutant school?I heard it before when I was in the fraternity, it is said that the leader's nemesis opened it. 】

In the brand-new hall, Wanda and Cynthia sat on the sofa and chatted.

[That is to say, this school is on the side of ordinary people? 】

She remembered Wanda saying that the organization they joined before was against the existence of ordinary people.

[Unclear, I haven't tried to find out,] The red-haired girl shrugged, [You have met the principal, how did you feel? 】

[I feel very kind, but I don't have hair, and I don't know if it's natural.If you use too much psychic ability, you won't be bald, right? ! 】

【……probably not? ? 】Facing her best friend's doubts, Wanda touched her scalp worriedly, 【So are you going? 】

【If they are really a good faction,】 Cynthia spread her hands, 【Then it doesn't matter if I go to listen. 】

The winking communication between the two girls managed to crowd out a lot of people.

"What?" Pete asked in surprise, "Wanda is going too?"

"And you."

The silver-haired boy had no way to refute his sister's decision.

So the next morning, the three of them went to the Talented Youth Academy in a mighty way.

Looking at the huge building in front of her, Cynthia couldn't help sighing: "It's really comparable to T'Challa's castle."

"But it's far worse than our Hogwarts." It was Wanda's most satisfying masterpiece, bar none.

"Are you two here to study architecture?" Pete beside her looked around and found that there were quite a lot of students. "Are these mutants?"

"Hello," a male voice sounded behind the three, "Charles informed me to pick you up, he is in class."

Cynthia turned around: "Hello, Logan, we meet again. Or should I call you James?"

"James is the name used before," Logan shrugged, "it's not a deception."

"Of course, but I remember you said you were not a teacher?"

"I never thought of myself as a teacher."

While speaking, Logan turned around, and a few sharp steel bars suddenly protruded from between his fingers, cutting the basketball flying towards him into pieces: "I have no patience for these people."

"cool!"

Pete stepped forward, "This is your mutant ability? Then you can metalize your whole body?"

Logan didn't answer his question: "Young man, didn't anyone tell you not to get too close to strangers? It's easy to be dangerous."

"So you're a dangerous person?"

The red-haired girl said, "Hi, I'm Wanda, and that's my stupid brother Pietro."