[Comprehensive] Sean

Agent Hill is the third agent Sean has come into contact with after Coulson and Natasha. She is beautiful but not as aggressive as Natasha. She looks like a proud white-collar worker.

Holding a heavy book and a small wooden stick in her hand, she said to Sean, "This is from the man named Dumbledore."

"Wait, these weird things aren't dangerous, are they?" Tony asked.

"We checked and there were no bombs or bugs."

"Bomb bugs?" Tony laughed, "That old guy calls himself a wizard, and you are still looking for bomb bugs? Shouldn't you check if these things are cursed, or some kind of potion? "

Sean shook his head helplessly, and played with the stick in his hand.At first glance, this is just an ordinary stick, but upon closer inspection, it turns out that the patterns engraved on this stick are not inferior to those works of art.

"Alris..."

Xiao En was stunned by a whisper, and the voice seemed to be that of an immature child.

"Alris... Al... Al..."

Slowly, the child's voice turned into a boy's voice, and then into a man's voice. What remained unchanged was that he repeated the name almost obstinately, over and over again.

"Sean?"

The familiar name brought Sean back to his senses, and Sean raised his head to see Tony's worried face, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Sean held the wooden stick in his mouth, picked up the book that was as heavy as a rock, and said vaguely: "I'll take these things back to my room first."

"Oh, yes," Hill said, "Dumbledore said that the stick was called a wand."

Tony said uncomfortably: "Magic wand? Why is there no flying broom? I always feel like I'm living in a cartoon now."

"When you see the living Captain America, you should have this idea." Hill said bluntly.

Tony's face stiffened for a moment.

"What? You two are still arguing?"

"Is this also within the scope of what Fury asked you to monitor?" Tony asked back.

"Don't pay attention to him," Sean said. "He's the kind of person who quarrels with his friends, no matter whether he is right or wrong, he will die and wait for others to apologize to him."

"I was right!" Tony exclaimed.

Sean shrugged, returned to his room, and threw his wand and book on his bed.He climbed onto the bed and wanted to see what was in the book, but he couldn't open the book after much effort.

"Did Dumbledore tell you how to open it?" Sean helplessly came out to find foreign aid.

"No." Hill said blankly: "A book, isn't it just to open it?"

Sean was now at the door of his bedroom, and made a gesture of invitation, "Come and see for yourself."

Hill walked into Sean's bedroom and unbuttoned the book. The whole book seemed to be stuck with glue, and it didn't move even when it was torn and pulled out.

"How could this be?" Hill said, sweating profusely.

"Wait." Tony said and left the bedroom. Within 2 minutes, he came back with his steel arm on his right hand.However, neither lasers nor bullets are of any use to this book.

"Give up, I give up." Sean fell to the side and said.

Hill looked at the time and said, "It's time for me to go back. I will tell the director about this matter. Should I take this book home or not?"

"Stay here," Sean blurted out. "I mean, maybe I can find a way to open it."

"it is good."

After lunch, Tony and Sean sat cross-legged around the book, looking at each other.

Tony picked up the wand beside him and asked, "Can you use it?"

"What do you think?"

"Maybe some kind of spell is needed to open it. Try Sesame to open the door."

Sean said with a stiff face, "Open Sesame."

Tony handed over his wand and said, "Maybe take it and wave it."

"...Tony, stop looking at magical girls."

Tony shrugged and said, "I just wanted to help."

"Go get Steven back if you have time, I really don't want to eat pizza and burgers anymore."

Sean looked at Tony, sighed, and said, "I know you were mad at Steven for catching you, but what did you ask him to do? Let you run over and be blown to pieces by me?"

"You don't understand, Sean." Tony stood up and said, "Since you don't want to eat a pizza burger, let's change it. How about Chinese food?"

"……whatever."

Sean took the wand and flipped it over and over again, but he never heard that strange sound again. Could it be that he was hallucinating just now?

wave it?

Sean remembered what Tony said, but waving a small stick in an empty room while calling Zhima to open the door, no matter how you think about it, it is a very shameful thing.But it seems that besides this, he can't think of any other way.

Sean closed the door, waved his wand slightly at the book, and the book moved slightly.Seeing that it was useful, Sean boldly tapped on the cover of the book with his magic wand.

A small spot of light suddenly appeared on the tip of the wand, and Sean felt that some of the power in his body seemed to flow out. The book opened automatically, and the dust flying in the air made Sean cough continuously.

On the first page of the book, it is written in bold cursive letters: "World History of Magic."

"Sean? I've called you many times, why are you ignoring me?" Tony knocked on Sean's door and said.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"time to eat!"

"Wait, I'll come after I finish reading these."

Tony pushed open the door and said in surprise, "You opened it?"

"Ah."

"What's written in it?"

"History, the history of wizards."

"Is it interesting?" Tony asked, sitting next to Sean.

"It's like a fantasy novel, um...the darker kind." Sean flipped forward a few pages, pointing to one of the illustrations, and said, "Look at this, it's about what the first British Minister of Magic originally wanted To increase taxes and use it to hunt magical creatures, he disappeared the night before the decree was to be issued. When he was found in a remote forest later, he had lost consciousness and was sent to St. Mungo, which is the hospital for treatment. However, on the afternoon of his admission, the Ministry of Magic announced a new successor."

"Hmm, political struggle?" Tony frowned and didn't look at the still moving illustration in the book, which was the press conference for the inauguration of the second Minister of Magic.

"I'm most interested in this, the third-generation Dark Lord, but he has no name and no picture. When he is mentioned in the book, he is only said to be the heir of the Gaunt family, and there is no other information. This The Dark Lord never killed people, but the people he stared at did not end well. Some were insane, some souls were drawn out and put into portraits, and some were permanently disabled. During the Second Wizarding War, he Originally had an absolute advantage, but suddenly one day, he disappeared, and his Death Eaters also retreated. There are legends that he was defeated by a baby named Harry Potter."

"baby……"

"However, it is strange that this book introduces the first generation Dark Lord and the third generation Dark Lord in detail, but it doesn't mention who the second generation Dark Lord is. Could it be that the person who edited this book forgot gone?"

Tony shook his head, "I don't know."

"Maybe I should ask Dumbledore."

"Sean," Tony asked, "you don't really want to go to Hogwarts in England, do you?"

"Of course not." Sean said with a smile, but his eyes never left the book.

"Come and eat."

"Okay, wait until I finish this chapter."

Tony is now at the bedside, watching Sean almost frantically reading the book in his hand, feeling a little lonely in his heart.

Steven came out of the boxing room dripping with sweat, but saw Tony leaning against the wall by the door. Steven hesitated and said, "Why are you here? Has something happened to Sean?"

"Sean is fine, I just want to come and see that old man named Dumbledore."

"I see."

Tony didn't speak, and Steven didn't know what to say, so the two had to stand.

"You apologize to me," Tony said suddenly, "you apologize to me, and I forgive you."

Steven knew that for Tony Stark, being able to say such a thing was equivalent to a disguised apology, but he still shook his head and said, "I don't think I have anything to apologize to you , Tony?"

"You stop me and let me watch my own son die!"

"Even if you pass, there is nothing you can do, and I don't want to watch you die. Sean asked me to take care of you, Tony."

Tony looked into Steven's blue eyes, turned around abruptly, and said, "I'm going to find that old thing, it's up to you whether you come or not."

Tony sat opposite Dumbledore, fisted, and looked up and down the old man distrustfully.Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, looking at ease.

Tony stretched out his hand, he was wearing something like a digital watch on his wrist, and his fingers slid quickly on it, "Okay, now we have about thirty to forty seconds to get rid of those guys' monitoring. Simple Said, I can rescue you, but the prerequisite is never to appear in front of Sean again, I will not let him go to school in England alone."

Dumbledore looked at him with a chuckle, and said, "Mr. Stark, Sean is destined to return to England. Even if he is not going to study in England now, sooner or later, he will go back."

"Tony Stark!" Fury pushed open the door of the cell and yelled at Tony, "Come out! Now!"

Tony looked at Dumbledore unkindly and walked out of the single room.

"What did you do?" Fury raged.

"I can not understand what you say?"

"You were the one who messed up the surveillance market just now, right? What did you tell him?"

"Your monitoring is out of order?" Tony smiled strangely: "Your S.H.I.E.L.D. is at this level, how can you protect the United States? Protect the world?"

After finishing talking, Tony didn't look at Fury's angry black and red face, and left swaggeringly. When he passed by Steven, he paused and said, "I've gained a lot from eating junk food from Sean recently."

Steven smiled and said, "Wait for me for 10 minutes."

When the two returned to Stark Tower, it was early in the morning. Tony poked his head lightly, glanced at Sean who was already asleep, and then retreated with confidence.

There was that fireplace again, that luxurious chair, a boy, a man.

This kind of picture appeared in his dreams more than once. Sometimes he seemed to be the man who was lazily sitting in the chair, and sometimes he was like a third person, through a layer of tulle, hazy Looking at this scene indistinctly.

This time he became that man again, this time he clearly saw the boy's face, that delicate face that would make any person known for his beauty feel ashamed in the world, and that pair of cold and stern faces that did not belong to one The eyes a child should have.

☆、Chapter 18

"Sean, I remember that you really like concerts. There is a concert in Washington recently. It is said to be something special. Do you want to go?"

Sean was still holding the History of World Wizards, never taking his eyes off, "I'm not interested."

"Hey! Stop reading this stupid book!" Tony put his palm on the page, "Why don't you want to read it, don't you really like that guy called Don...te?"

"Tony, this is New York, the art center of the United States. I can hear any concert I want to hear here. Why do I have to go to Washington?"

"It's good to go to other places, it helps to relax and experience the local folk customs."

Sean pushed Tony's hand away and said, "Thank you, no need."

Tony and Steven looked at each other, and continued: "Then do you want to go abroad? England, France or Japan?"

"Still not interested."

"How about going to see movie stars? Which star do you like?"

Shawn shook his head. He put down the book and asked, "You're acting weird today. You seem to be trying your best to get me out of New York."

Steven rubbed his eyebrows, glanced at Tony, and said, "Sean, something may have happened in New York recently, and we don't want you to stay here."

"So is the Avengers going to start? Tony, I thought you weren't an Avenger."

"Yes, because my self-willed and arrogant personality is not suitable for this team," he said, and he glanced at Steven intentionally, "but I am a consultant."

"Since the Avengers plan is launched, it means that this matter is no longer a local commotion or a national war."

"Yeah, that's why Tony and I want you out of New York. You're here to distract us from worrying about your safety."

"Steven, if things get really bad, I won't be safe anywhere." Sean held up the book again, "I'm staying here."

Tony motioned for Steven to go into the balcony with him, "We have to find a way to get him out, it's too dangerous here."

"Actually, I agree with Sean," Steven clasped his hands together, "Tony, we don't know where the war will break out in the end, maybe New York, maybe Washington, maybe somewhere else, in this case , Sean is not safe anywhere. Instead of putting him in a place that we are not familiar with, it is better to have him in New York and we can take care of him."

Tony put his hands on the railing, looked at Sean who was sitting in the living room reading with relish, and said softly, "I don't know why, but I always feel like I'm going to lose him?"

Tony stepped up the monitoring of the entire building, and dispatched many bodyguards, many of whom claimed to have been mercenaries. Tough opponent.

In the next few days, the two left more and more frequently. Every time they left, they had to check with Sean about various emergency phone numbers and weapon devices. Tony worked overtime to prepare the skateboard for Sean. Shaped aircraft, body armor and helmet are also prepared for him.

Sean was very helpless about Tony's excessive worry, but he readily accepted it. He didn't have much energy and time to pay attention to current affairs and news. During the time when Tony and Steven were away, he had been studying this heavy book. The history book, he could find every loophole in the book, and in the end, he could almost memorize the book.

However, as he became more and more familiar with this book, the doubts in his heart became more and more serious.He desperately wants to see Dumbledore, but due to the start of the Avengers program, he can't get in touch with any agent he knows, and even the phone calls with Tony and Steven are getting shorter and shorter every day.

Intuition told him that he had better not leave the building during this time.

However, he didn't leave, but someone came to the door on his own initiative.

Riding a broom and stopping in front of his bedroom window in a slightly ridiculous posture was indeed Dumbledore who was supposed to be imprisoned by S.H.I.E.L.D. He waved happily.

Sean hesitated and opened the window.

"Good night, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Good night, Mr. Stark, I'm just here to ask how you think about it? About Hogwarts."

Tony's hesitant face flashed in Sean's mind, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dumbledore, but I can't go to Hogwarts."

"Why? Is it because of your father?"

"More than that," Sean said, "I'm assuming that everything you've said to me is true, and this history book full of mistakes and omissions you gave me is also true, then you, the famous headmaster of Hogwarts, disregard The principle of avoiding the world of the wizards, they do not hesitate to expose themselves in front of S.H.I.E.L.D., and invite me to go to school in England, isn’t it strange? I don’t think I have the right to make you think about it, unless there is something in me that you want What I want, or in other words, there is something that must be done by me."

"You're smart." Dumbledore said something that was neither agreement nor denial.

"If you really came to me with a conspiracy, then forgive me for not wanting to get into this muddy water."

"Back to England, you will be able to know the identity of your mother, and all the things you are wondering now will be answered." Dumbledore said honestly and kindly.

"It's a good thing not to know the truth about some things."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "You really haven't changed at all."

Sean frowned when he heard the words, he handed over the history book and wand, and said, "Give it back to you."

"Don't you like them?"

"That's not it."

"Then keep it," Dumbledore said with a smile, "the wand belongs to the owner."

"Wait," Sean called Dumbledore who was about to leave, and asked, "What do you mean by what you just said? Why do you say I haven't changed? You used to know me?"

"For a wizard, the soul is the essence, and I know your soul."

At night, that never-ending dream started again, but this time, something was different.Sean felt that he was walking, and a well-dressed seventeen or eighteen-year-old light-haired man who he had never dreamed of leaned beside him, and said lazily, "I heard that you are going to pick up that little boy?"

"Yeah." Sean heard himself say in a slightly low boyish voice.

"Are you serious? That's a big scandal. People like us don't hide it, but you have to show it openly. Don't you want your family's reputation?"

"Family reputation?" Xiao En said with a disdainful smile, "I don't care what those reporters write, I just hope to find someone with the same blood as me."

The pale blond man smiled and said, "Al, since you are so reluctant to part with your relatives, why did you do it so badly at the beginning? Although your second brother is a bit disgusting, his daughter is still quite beautiful."

"I only know that to cut weeds is to get rid of the roots." Sean stood up, stomped the ground with his cane, and an ugly, short thing appeared out of thin air, bending its body respectfully and humblely. "Ready, Roo."

"Ready, master." The little thing said in a shrill voice, and it looked very much like the ghost that Sean, Tony, and Steven had seen in the villa in the suburbs.

Sean turned his head, looked at the blond man, and said, "I'll go first, you can do what you want."

The blond man walked into Sean with a smile, and left a light kiss on the corner of his mouth, "See you at school."

Xiao En put his arms around the blond man's waist with a smile, and naturally deepened the kiss, "It's still a long time before you go back to school, don't you plan to come to me?"

"My father has been a little tense recently, and it's hard for me to come out." The man caressed Xiao En's lips and said, "But you don't have to feel lonely, anyway, you have more interesting toys, don't you?"

Sean walked out of the room, and was surprised to find that the garden and the structure of the building were very similar to an old English castle, and some strange animals walked through it from time to time.Sean's footsteps did not stop, and he got into a carriage with the help of Luo Ao.Although the carriage looks small, the space inside is unexpectedly large, even like a small bedroom, which does not conform to Xiao En's understanding of space in any case.

Sean looked out the window, he was quite sure that the carriage was flying in the air right now.

Today's dream was too bizarre, if he hadn't been unable to control his body, he would have screamed.

After a while, the carriage stopped, and Sean told Luo Ao: "I didn't tell you not to show up."

"Yes, Master."

Sean got out of the car, looked at the dirty and narrow building in front of him with a little dissatisfaction, and walked in with graceful steps. A fat old woman looked at his luxurious attire and graciously came up to him. .

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

"I have contacted you before, my surname is Cook."

"Oh, so it's Mr. Cook," the old woman said with a flattering smile, "The child you want to adopt is in the room, and I'll lead you there now."

"Excuse me, ma'am."

"No, no, you are too polite." The old woman walked in front of Sean with her greasy skirt, turning her head to talk to him from time to time, "I thank you for your generosity, sir, you sent The money is enough to support our small place for a year."

At this time, the pictures and sounds around Sean seemed to start to blur again, and Sean knew that he was about to wake up.

"That child lives in this room," said the old woman, "but I must remind you that he is a strange and frightening child. Horrible things often happen to him..."

The old woman was still chattering. At this time, everything around her became more and more blurred. Sean desperately wanted to open the door in front of him, but he couldn't control his body, so he could only listen patiently to the woman's endless talk. nagging.

Finally, Sean said: "I understand everything you said, and I will pay attention." After speaking, he raised his arm and pushed open the old wooden door. A boy sat on the narrow bed and looked out the window.Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked at Sean coldly.

"Who are you?" said the boy.

Sean suddenly opened his eyes, his hands were raised high in the air, and he still maintained the posture of pushing open the wooden door in his dream.