Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Stephen Strange.

Neurosurgery expert, Doctor Strange, Supreme Mage, long face, suspected twin brother of Sherlock Holmes.

Today, another title has been added.

——The brother of Magneto, one of the leaders of future mutants.

When Strange realized the identity of the gray windbreaker youth in front of him, Strange almost lost his cloak in his heart.

Before he became the supreme mage...

As Doctor Strange, he keeps a respectful distance from superpowers, mutants, and other weird and eccentric characters who are far from the scope of science.

——Not because I was afraid, but because I found it very troublesome.

After taking over the burden of Karma Taj, he still... stays away from these people who are far from the scope of science, um.

He didn't know any other "abnormal human beings" other than Charles.

I never expected it, I didn't know it, I was shocked when I recognized it.

——The good brother's ex-love and want to kill-friend Magneto actually started to call him a brother?

Thinking about the extreme personality of Magneto's "mutant supremacy" in the future, Strange still felt that he had to stay away from him.

"Hello... the same kind?"

The red-cloaked mage gave a fake, friendly shark laugh.

Eric followed suit with a fake, friendly shark laugh.

A silver coin spontaneously flew out of the latter's pocket. The ancient Nazi pattern engraved on the front and back of the coin has been rubbed unclearly.

——The silver coin revolved around the two of them with his thoughts.

Strange knew very well that this small silver coin had the effect of "instantly penetrating the mind".

Although he himself is not afraid, he still doesn't want to get into this trouble.

"Oh... what a very useful ability..."

The long-faced mage looked at the small flying metal in admiration: "It looks like a manipulation object?"

At certain times—for example, when he was eager to get rid of some trouble, Strange could make his expression extremely sincere.

"Yes. It seems that you are a space displacement? It is also very interesting."

Eric didn't intend to reveal his bottom line.

As long as the other party thinks that he can control things-it doesn't need to be specific: he controls all metal elements or other subtle areas.

"Yes, a little trick..."

"If it's not urgent, I really hope to find a place to sit down with you and have a drink, sir."

Strange added another sentence, waiting for the other party to answer.

Speaking of time constraints, Eric also thought of the address that belonged to the man he had just obtained through torture, and became a little anxious.

For the man who killed his mother and forced his explosive power, the word "hatred" is not enough to describe his feelings.

Although it is important to meet "brothers" who seem capable, revenge comes first.

Of course, even though time was tight, he still wouldn't ask the person in front of him to give him a ride.

——Although Eric is young today, he is no less vigilant than he will be after many years.

"Ah, yes, just now you said you were looking for someone."

Eric quickly remembered the name he had just said: "...Miss Victoria? Looks like a lovely lady."

"Yes."

Strange, who had never seen anyone before, opened his eyes and spoke nonsense.

"We're going to be late, and it's really rude to keep a lady waiting."

Shit, the other party doesn't even know who he is, he's looking for her.

"Then... contact me later?"

Eric waved his hand, and let the paper and pen in front of the bank executive who was still trembling, not daring to show his atmosphere, for fear of being remembered and snapped (the stack of papers was stored with high-grade marble pads and metal clips) ) flew over.

After a few swipes, the small note with contact information arrived in Doctor Strange's hands.

"Looking forward to seeing you again."

Fake and gracious shark laugh X1.

"Me too."

Fake and gracious shark laugh X2.

……

The farewells of Eric the true mutant Lanshere and Stephen the pseudo-mutant Strange came in a logical way.

As soon as the former left the Swiss bank, he went very accurately to the destination where the enemy was located, but after the latter left, he was at a loss, wrinkled his long face and pondered for a long time.

— because he couldn't find his way.

Strange didn't know why, since he came to this time and space, his sensitivity to the time gem fragment in Ollivander's hand has weakened.

If it weren't for the news that "Captain America died for his country" and "Sergeant Barnes of the Roaring Commando fell off a cliff and died" after inquiring, he would have thought that he was in the wrong timeline.

Using the mage's special scouting skills, Strange overheard several personal conversations:

For example, of a female agent named Peggy Carter who lost her love, of an American Colonel Phillips, of a grieving couple and daughter named Barnes...

Finally he came to a conclusion:

The girl named Victoria Ollivander, who was Captain America and Sergeant Barnes's childhood sweetheart, may also be frozen on the same aircraft of Captain America.

Along with the Time Stone and the spirit of Sergeant Barnes.

Strange accepted this answer after a long silence, although he had the heart to give this answer to the "Friendship Stone" Cap in the 21st century.

——Then the question is, how can he find it? :)

——Going to dig the Arctic Ocean where Captain America is frozen? :)

Things get very (honey) embarrassing here.

Fortunately, after wandering around the Arctic Ocean for a few days, Strange, who was about to be frozen into a quick-frozen mage, finally, reluctantly, felt a wave of the same source.

——And the other party seems to be in a strange state of teleportation, which is extremely difficult to catch.

Could it be that the girl who is said to be a wizard has escaped?

It seems that it is not impossible.

Although the current situation is a bit strange, in the end, talking is better than nothing, and you can catch it if you can.

The supreme sorcerer who accepted his fate completely regarded himself as an active GPS positioning system, and followed the constant teleportation fluctuations, one place after another.

From London, to Birmingham, to Bangor...

To Bristol, to London...

Finally ran to Oxford...

And finally in a remote town around Oxford, caught the immobile target.

Strange: Can really run.

……

"Victoria Ollivan..."

"Huh?! Did you find the wrong place again?!"

Stephen Strange, who was still holding the emerald-green Eye of Agamotto in his hand, and the scene of London's Big Ben in the halo of different-dimensional fireworks behind him, had not yet dissipated, his expression froze again, and his heart was ashamed.

The red cloak behind him twitched weakly.

——as if laughing feebly.

This is a remote, uninhabited small town.

As the evening approached, burning clouds hung like a crimson curtain in the sky.

Not far from the haystack where Strange descended, there was a dilapidated, wooden bench, the original white paint on the bench was already mottled, and there seemed to be a tramp who was not so tramp lying on it. .

——Will use the word "seems" mainly because the "tramp" with his back turned to him is wearing a dark peacock blue woolen coat that looks of good quality, with a yellow and black harness hanging around his neck Alternating scarves, and an old-fashioned leather brown suitcase on his hand.

Doesn't look like a bum.

Strange looked around and found that the front of this person looked very much like the famous physicist Stephen Hawking who wrote "A Brief History of Time"...

How many years is it now?

Stephen Hawking seems to have indeed studied in Oxford, England...

"A Brief History of Time" plus the positioning of the Time Stone is here...

Thinking hard.

……

Fortunately, the young man with flaxen brown bangs drooping in front of his forehead, slightly thick lips, and some small freckles on his face soon woke up.

His gray-blue, good-looking eyes, which had just woken up and were not quite sober, blinked slowly, and blinked again.

The gaze from Strange clearly made him feel strongly uncomfortable.

"Oh, hey, uh...how are you?"

Little freckles, hairy hands and feet, and a little uncoordinated body hurriedly sat up, and patted the dust on the mottled white chair that was occupied by him.

"...Do you want to find a place to sit?"

As soon as the man opened his mouth, Strange, who had misidentified him again, confirmed that he was definitely not Stephen Hawking.

- Nervous, frizzy, lively.

——Not very wary yet.

Strange: "... Hello, sir, I am not looking for a seat."

The great supreme mage reconfirmed without giving up: "Excuse me, did you see other people around you before you fell asleep?"

The little freckled young man named "Newt Scamander" was a little puzzled by the development of this question.

But he still stumbled and replied: "No, no, I didn't see it... maybe when I fell asleep..."

"Oh!"

At this time, the brown leather case jumped suddenly on the ground covered with broken straw between the two of them.

Little Freckles: "..."

Doctor Strange: "..."

Both of them stopped breathing for a second.

The former is because of the amazing magical animals in the magic suitcase.

The latter was because, at the moment when the suitcase slammed, he felt the familiar energy fluctuations again.

"My box..."

"Your box..."

"something wrong with……"

"something wrong with……"

"..."

"..."

That being said, the "problem" in Newt's mouth and the "problem" in Strange's mouth are definitely not the same "problem".

Freckles carried the suitcase to her lap, and changed the button mode of the unlock key without any trace.

The knob engraved with "Muggle Mode" jumped quietly, and the suitcase was safe and secure.

Strange found that he couldn't feel the fluctuation again.

He squinted his eyes and looked around for a while. He was sure that the freckled young man in front of him had done something wrong, so he became vigilant.

"Aren't you...won't you open it and check?"

Strange gave a fake, friendly shark smile.

"Ah, yes, yes."

The little freckle frowned, but opened the suitcase as if to check.

The suitcase was neat and tidy, including shirts, glasses, brown scarves of the same style, passports, some odds and ends, and nothing that shouldn’t be there.

—and looks poor.

"It looks good."

Strange once again showed a fake and friendly shark smile, waved his hands, turned around and was about to walk away.

The little freckles behind him breathed a sigh of relief, and turned off the Muggle mode after making sure that the other party had walked a certain distance and could no longer see clearly.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The freckled young man with instant noodle hairstyle wiped his face and wailed, "Why are you so restless today?"

And if you think about it with your toes, you know that the one who took the lead in making trouble must be the one that was caught not long ago.

Looking left and right to make sure there was no one there, Little Freckle rolled up his sleeves and jumped into the magic suitcase, grabbed the Nifulei that was having fun on the hillside, and crawled out.

"Let me tell you, it's wrong for you to do this, understand, just be obedient and get along with everyone when you stay in the suitcase, don't..."

Climbing out with a head-sized black ball in one hand, Newt felt...a lightness in his hands just as he climbed outside.

Look up again.

A familiar face of a big long horse showed a sinister shark smile above.

On the hand wearing the strange two-finger ring, a sniff is shivering and pretending to be dead.

Newt: "..."

Oh leak.

pill.

……

The author has something to say: the stalk of this chapter:

①Little Freckle once played Hawking, the protagonist of "The Theory of Everything", and won the Golden Globe Award, British Academy Film Award and Oscar for Best Actor for this.

②Little freckles are known as the most well-dressed man in the UK...

③The box office of Doctor Strange seems to be lowered by Fantastic Beasts, so...

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