Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

The Fidelity Charm is a powerful and mysterious spell.

It's like most people can't see this hut, and turn a blind eye to it like air.

When Ollivander walked into the house where the Stockers lived for ten years, she was not surprised to see a pile of miscellaneous utensils, even though they were placed very neatly—it was probably tidied up before leaving— —It cannot change the fact that these appliances are all "Mr. Stark's great invention" with strange functions.

Now she began to wonder whether it was right for her to hire house elves to regularly deliver some experimental equipment.

—thought Ollivander when he picked up a little ball and it immediately started beeping as if it was going to explode.

She turned off the suspected bomb and walked around the room. Most of the things were large objects that were difficult to move, such as a workbench and a mechanical arm that looked purely handmade.

Moreover, their manufacturing technology is also very advanced in today's era.

"Genius..." Ollivander sighed slightly. She herself was not considered one, so when she saw these real geniuses, she still couldn't help feeling admiration.

……

【Aren't you a genius? 】

The nine-headed serpent in the memory palace circled out, hissing unbearably lonely.

Ollivander in her school robes, with her feet crossed, sat in the center of Ollivander's wandshop-style Memory Palace.

"You seem to have a different opinion."

【After your skillful use of that poor curse victim, I have to start to doubt this. 】

"Use? I'm redeeming."

【Without your spell, how could the scars on his body not be healed? 】

Ollivander said nothing.

【What's his name?Enoch?Greek piety?It's a good name. 】

This time the big snake stood upright from the back of the chair behind Ollivander, condescending, and the shadow of its nine heads enveloped the black-haired girl: [Stockholm Syndrome... What a beautiful disease, the victim "loves" the victim Those who donate their flesh and blood...]

[You have an extraordinary talent in this area, my dear Vicky. 】Orochi said with satisfaction, 【A talent that belongs exclusively to darkness. 】

"Talent?" Ollivander laughed softly, "I said that I stand on the shoulders of others... People without talent always need to study hard, borrowing the abilities of others, trampling their corpses... ...the only advantage of having a photographic memory."

"Isn't this principle taught to me by your master?"

Ollivander, who was leaning on the back of the chair, pinched it straight up with one hand, clasped its lower jaw, and bent the main snake's head into an upside-down twisted posture, and the other eight heads roared.

She murmured to its vertical pupils:

"—Man can be domesticated, and so can a snake with nine heads."

The giant snake opened its mouth and spewed out a mouthful of fishy gas, its fangs and pure black snake letter expressed deterrence: [You...]

"Isn't it? Nagini?"

……

"Humans desire to be domesticated..."

"It's the unspoken nature of human nature."

Kuningstrasse 28, Stuttgart, Germany.

At the banquet held by Dr. Heinrich Seifer, Rocky, who was wearing a long suit with a dark green scarf and holding a scepter, threw his stick at the security guard, and screams resounded through the hall, and then Rocky threw the iris The replicator was inserted in the doctor's eye.

The crowd fled in a panic, and the controlled Hawkeye took out the special metal used to stabilize the space channel by using the reproduced doctor's iris.

Dr. Cypher, who had discovered and extracted the metal, wailed in agony on the marble pedestal—he had done nothing wrong, but as Loki once said, there was no reason to trample ants to death with boots.

Outside the hall...

"Isn't that in your nature?"

The golden light flashed, and the real body of Loki, who was wearing a dark green cloak and a golden double-horned helmet, was revealed under the bright lights, and countless guns blocked the entire square.

Facing the crowd kneeling in the square, he smiled with satisfaction: "...you are born to be ruled, human beings."

Human beings, gods, subvert common sense.

The outsiders from Asgard started the war tonight.

This declaration of war from the second prince of God's Domain spread throughout the media of various countries overnight.

For a whole week afterward, TV screens, large and small, broadcast the broadcast all over the world.

……

Downing Street, Westminster, London.

Mycroft Holmes watched the live broadcast in Germany without saying a word, his whole person was as dignified and steady as the gentleman's three-piece suit on his body.

When the Asgardian god in cloak and armor appeared, he just commented in his standard public school voice: "It's interesting, a goldfish with antlers from an alien."

The subordinates looked at each other in blank dismay, secretly ashamed of being restless, steady and immature.

——Ah, sure enough, there is a reason for them not being leaders.

Until he saw the attack of the antler aliens being blocked by a man wearing a familiar Stars and Stripes uniform and holding a familiar tri-color shield, Mycroft's finger that turned the pen at will suddenly stopped.

"...the star-spangled goldfish."

……

New York International Airport.

The super long-faced detective with fluffy curly hair, and his loyal assistant, Mr. Peanut, who dragged the "small British suitcase for two people" strode down from the plane.

The blackberry in the consulting detective's hands is playing a video.

"When I came to Germany last time, I also met a person who thought he was superior, and we also had a little disagreement."

In the video, Captain America, with the letter A on his helmet, speaks to Loki, who has paired horns on his helmet.

The long-faced man remained motionless, and his mouth was quick: "A golden goldfish with a mind full of justice, a soldier, single, at least 70 years behind the world, has a potential partner, but the other party is obviously not of the same generation as him. He once fought a war with a communist leader. , lonely, difficult to adjust to society, may have underlying PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) but still need to watch..."

"Emmmm..." Watson looked at his phone and couldn't help but say, "That's Captain America, everyone knows his story."

Sherlock: "..."

He decisively changed another person to analyze: "An alien goldfish with horns, the power obviously comes from the stick in his hand, he has a show-type personality, ambition, a bit of language talent, and a strong desire for revenge... Given that he has appeared in many The Thor of troubled America is his elder brother, and it is not difficult to guess the object of his revenge."

Finally he concluded: "B (boring)!"

Watson said he didn't want to talk to him and had been attracted by the magical battle between man and god.

Then a text message signed "Damn Fatty" bubbled up on the screen:

"Come back from America, Xiali."

Sherlock: Oh what a coincidence I'm already there.

"Don't get involved in the war in New York."

Sherlock: Although I can't see what the weak little antler can do so far, but his backhand may be very interesting.

"I have contacted S.H.I.E.L.D. to ensure your safety."

Sherlock: That organization with strange big spaceships, iron can trapezemen and old popsicles from the last century?Oh, the gold and red iron cans in the video don't look like it, I hope they are worse than dancing.

"Sif Prince is no longer in New York."

Sherlock:! ! !

……

Gotham, Wayne Manor.

"Master Bruce, Miss Victoria has returned to Gotham." Afu dragged a cup of hot tea and carried a medicine box in the other hand, and walked into Bruce Wayne's bedroom.

□□Bruce, who was leaning on the head of the bed and watching the news, froze for a moment: "You're back?"

"Although she didn't deliberately keep us from knowing, she doesn't seem to have any intention of returning to Wayne Manor."

Ah Fu put down the tea and began to treat the wound on his body—the bat suit had been taken off, and the exposed abdominal wound was exposed to the air like this, and the smell of blood seemed strong but faint.

"One or two, they have grown up. The outside world is getting bigger, and the old man always misses it." The old butler muttered, and Bruce, Injured Batman, and Wayne quickly put on a gesture of surrender, honestly Listen to Ah Fu's teaching.

The news suddenly went from "Gotham Batman is back with a shocking showdown with the Joker" to global news.

"Germany was attacked by terrorists, and God's Domain came to God again."

"Captain America..." Bruce let Ah Fu disinfect and bandage his wound, staring at the man on the screen and frowning slightly, "New? Or old?"

Is it a spiritual representative of the new creation of the United States, or a soldier of World War II 70 years ago?

"Hiss... Ah Fu?"

The wound on his abdomen hurt suddenly, and Bruce finally looked up at the old housekeeper who still had a kind expression on his face.

A Fu smiled gently: "The young master seems to be very interested in New York."

Bruce's hairs stood on end: ... No, no, one Gotham is enough, ah, ah, please don't be a ghost!

"Hey, where is Victoria now?"

"Oh..." The old butler's voice was a bit strange, "She's at the banquet hosted by Lex Luthor, the chairman of the Lex Group, young master."

"Speaking of which, you also received the invitation card, but you just threw it away, young master."

Bruce:? ? ?

……

Lex Luthor.

Billionaire, business tycoon, philanthropist, inventor, politician.

The banquet he held in Gotham this time invited countless celebrities, and the media squeezed their heads to get into the banquet hall, but unfortunately they all had to stop outside the red carpet.

The reporters who had greeted a wave of luxury cars were about to go back and think about how to write news with the help of so few external photos, when they saw another Cadillac driving in the distance from the red carpet.

Their short cannons were picked up again.

When they saw Bruce Wayne in a suit and a beautiful female companion getting out of the car, the flashing lights exploded all over the red carpet again.

"Mr. Wayne! Is this the girl from Playboy's new cover?"

"Mr. Wayne look this way! This way!"

"Wait, wait!" Clark Kent, a young reporter from the Metropolitan "Daily Planet", yelled at his senior as he squeezed around to take pictures, "Didn't Bruce Wayne enter the banquet hall before?" Why? Why go in again?"

Why is it so crowded?He felt like his glasses were about to fall off.

flustered.

All kinds of questions from the reporter group were too noisy. His seniors rushed to take pictures in the front row. Hearing this, he just yelled back perfunctorily: "How do I know? Rich people always play cards out of common sense!!!"

Clark Superman Kent: Oh, rich man.

— Crying in anger.

"Hey, there's a car behind! Why did they come here more than ten minutes after the banquet started?"

A sharp-eyed reporter saw another sapphire-blue car driving up behind.

Bruce, who had already walked into the lobby with his female companion's hand, turned his head and glanced slightly. The car just stopped on the red carpet, and he didn't see the people in the car get off.

The glamorous cover model next to him tugged on his sleeve coquettishly, and Bruce looked away casually, entering the arena without much interest.

In the car, a pair of emerald green eyes looked at the Wayne Group playboy with unclear emotions.

"Do you have an impression of him?"

Next to Bucky, the principal of Xavier College, who was wearing a dark blue suit and a checked tie, looked at him curiously.

Because of his good looks and well-placed expressions, no one would find his question offensive.

"...you can see." So why ask.

"Well...under normal circumstances, I don't use my abilities." Charles smiled slightly. He was sitting on the soft chair in the back of the car. It's still a mess."

Bucky didn't speak.

Hank, who was in charge of driving, glanced at them from the rearview mirror and didn't urge anything. The car just stopped on the red carpet for a long time.

Charles smiled, his sky-clear blue eyes seemed to see through the venue:

"Our first meeting, Vicky."

The author has something to say: about the snake.You can directly understand it as a Horcrux.

Juanxi is about to play, happy. (?﹃?)

Also, there is a hidden character in this chapter.

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