[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Manhattan, New York.

Jason looked at the business card in his hand again and sighed.

This business card is very conventional in all aspects, name, contact information, address - but it will change from time to time, that is to say, Tony actually gave him a stack of business cards.

Jason traveled almost half of the United States within two weeks. There was nothing special about the person pointed to by the business card. Jason even checked it with the system character card.

But these people all have one thing in common, they all had some terrible things happen in their past, some got seriously ill, some got hurt, but they all recovered miraculously.

Jason tried to find out what happened, but everyone just patiently gave him a gentle smile, and then said something mysterious.

Is it because your magic side can't speak well, Jason is a little angry, he is a little annoyed by this business card.

— 177A Bleecker Street, Manhattan, New York.

This location is particularly strange.Jason tried everything, but failed to find it. He went to the black market to inquire, and even the most famous news dealer in New York had never heard of it.

Does this place really exist?

Jason: [Do you think that all mages have this problem. 】

System: [Don't speak well, it's something the mage engraved in his DNA. 】

Jason's anger was full in an instant: [Don't engrave everything into my DNA! 】

He bought a baguette at the bakery next door, found a step that looked more pleasing to the eye, sat down, and stared blankly at the business card in his hand.

"Excuse me." A man in a black windbreaker walked past him with an umbrella, but he caught a glimpse of the business card inadvertently.

He was slightly startled.

"Who gave you this business card?" The man's voice was a little delicate.

Jason raised his eyelids slowly, "An acquaintance."

The man's face darkened, and he tapped the ground with his umbrella until the knocking sound caught Jason's attention, before he said, "I know this place."

"What?" Jason's eyes widened slightly, carefully looking at the man in front of him.

He is quite eye-catching, his eyes are a kind of glass color, and the color of the pupils will change slightly as the light changes, his hair looks carefully groomed, and there are some white hairs at the temples... If you want to find some shortcomings.

Maybe the face is a little longer.

"I can also tell you where this place is, but I have one condition." The man turned his head slightly, "Why are you looking for this place?"

Jason: [All, I think I found the right person. 】

System: [Yes... Has anyone told this man that he looks magical? 】

That's right, Jason sighed, this man is very similar to the mage in the story, and he is the unlucky ghost who accepted the mage's trial.

I hope he won't say for a second that I'm actually a Muggle and that's why I can't see Hogwarts, Jason thought darkly.

Jason thought about it and said, "I'm at a loss. A friend told me that there is a master who can lead me out of the predicament."

"doctor." The man interrupted Jason, "not master."

Jason: "?"

He was a little uncertain now, would a normal mage care about the difference between a master's degree and a doctor's degree?Is there really a Hogwarts in their wizarding world?

I hope I can be sorted into Ravenlock and graduate successfully.

Jason stood up, patted his trouser legs, and straightened his jacket to make himself look less dirty, "Sir, I've answered your question, now it's your turn."

The man nodded reservedly, and walked up a few steps, "This address exists, and it was called a long time ago, it seems...before the end of the Civil War."

Jason: "?"

As the man spoke, he took out a key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock.

"It's here." He waved at Jason.

Jason: "..."

This is not magic, you use a key to open the door, shouldn't you mages have some special door opening skills?

Is this man really a doctor?Why does he look so Muggle?No, it seems that American mages should be called No-Majs.

While thinking wildly, he followed the man inside——

Disappointed.

The system is also very disappointed: [This looks like a relatively large old house, which can be regarded as full of history. Look at the stair railing, the first floor looks like it has been painted, and the second floor——]

The system couldn't explain it in one word: [This may really be an antique. 】

The only things that are more magical are those ornaments that look weird, exude a strange atmosphere, and occasionally move by themselves.

Jason shook his head: [I think this is not as good as Wayne Manor. 】

Yes, Jason once saw the topic of discussing who is richer, Wayne or Stark, when he was surfing the Internet. There was a comparison between Stark Tower and Wayne Manor, but the two styles are completely different. Discussion In the end, no results were discussed.

But Jason prefers Wayne Manor, especially the huge library where you can smell the smell of books just by looking at the pictures.

The man led Jason upstairs and into a quaint room.

"I am the person you are looking for." The man introduced himself: "Steve Strange."

Just as Jason was about to speak, he felt something poke him from behind. He was taken aback by this silent approach, subconsciously took out the gun from his body, and quickly pulled the safety off.

"and many more!"

Jason: "..."

A red cloak huddled itself into a ball aggrievedly, tentatively stretched out a corner, and touched Jason's hand.

"You scared him." Doctor Strange pulled the cloak over with a sullen face.

The cloak slapped his hand away and stuck it to Jason's back.

Strange looked a little surprised, he looked at Jason with a strange look: "Excellent talent."

Magic and magic attract each other, and these mystical items have a special sensory ability. For those who are gifted, magic items are like a warm little golden retriever, but for some people, they will spend their entire lives. There is no way to have your own magic props.

The cloak of the Supreme Mage, second only to the Eye of Agamotto.

Jason stretched out his hand to touch the red cloak, and while touching it, he asked Strange, "Does this mean that I can learn magic with you?"

"I don't accept apprentices." Strange refused straight away, turned around, and searched for something on the bookshelf, "but I can teach you something."

Jason's mind was full of Diagon Alley and Hogwarts, and he blurted out a sentence that was out of his mind: "I hope I can be assigned to Ravenlock."

Strange paused, as if he couldn't believe his ears, he turned around without a word, "Do you think I'm looking for a wand for you?"

"Otherwise?" Jason asked back.

"There is no Harry Potter." Strange threw a few thick books at Jason angrily, "You read these books before we talk."

Jason nodded, picked up the books and was about to go out, "Thank you, I will return them to you within a week—"

"What are you talking about?" Strange frowned, pointed to the table in the middle of the room, waved his hand again, and a futon flew in from the door, "These books are not for loan, these days you just live here."

"You still say there is no Harry Potter?" Jason tilted his head, "Can I also learn this trick? Come quickly... Actually, I want to learn to clean it up."

"We're serious mages," said Strange, "no books or movies."

It's all because of lack of money, Strange thought sadly, but if he had a little money, he wouldn't live in a place like the New York Temple. Think about it, who likes to live in a workplace 24 hours a day?

He is not even as good as the ancient master. Although his yard in Nepal looks very worthless, every house is equipped with WiFi——

The New York Temple doesn't even have WiFi!

Come to think of it, in this day and age, there is not even a WiFi!

Even the supreme mage can only save data, for fear that there will be no money to pay the next month's phone bill at the end of the month.

Jason nodded thoughtfully, and was soon immersed in the ocean of magic, fascinated, Strange knocked on the door and walked in, handing Jason a card.

Jason:? ? ?

Strange said dryly, "Stark asked me to give you this as payment for your story."

Jason looked down, and saw the familiar card again—the whole body was black, without any logo.

Jason looked confused, and accepted it in a daze, "But..."

Strange: "?"

Jason thought for a while, then took out two more cards from his jacket pocket and put them together, "But I already have two."

Strange: "!!!"

The smile gradually disappeared.

Those cards were like magnets, tightly attracting the Supreme Mage's sight, and he was silent for a long time.

"Three?" he asked softly.

Jason nodded and said lightly, "Yes, they were all given by others."

His posture is very much like those rich men who reveal their wealth in their indifference.

Strange was even more silent. He didn't say a word, and floated out like a ghost. In the corridor, Wang Wang, who always looked unhappy, showed a look of wanting to eat melons in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Wang asked enthusiastically, "Can we stop eating potatoes? I think you should charge a tuition fee, at least let us buy some vegetables."

Strange turned his face away with blank eyes, and said word by word: "Three."

"The same card, he has three."

king:……?

"Didn't you say that only the richest people in this country can have this kind of card?" Wang closed his jaw that was about to drop, and patted Strange on the shoulder comfortingly, "I know you used to A wealthy surgeon."

"People always have to look ahead and think for the best. Now you have found a job with a rich man!"

He glanced in awe at the room where Jason was staying, and vaguely smelled the fragrance of money from inside.

"It was all given by others. Stark said that card was a payment for a story." Strange said blankly.

king:"!"

He also fell into a long silence. After a while, he patted Strange on the shoulder again, and said solemnly, "As a cook, I want to give you a task."

Strange: "?"

Wang: "That story—you work hard, learn that story, and then we will tell it to rich men all over the United States."

Wang looked serious: "Stark has already heard it, we can tell Wayne."

The author has something to say:

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