People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 434 Going to Space

The most advantageous thing about the fifth-speed time travel mode is not that it can insert a complete causal identity into another world.

The best part is that because the traversal mode is complex, you can spend extra gems to complete more operations.

At the moment, Basil is stuck in the passage opened by the [Gate of Time] and has not really arrived. He is hiding in Ron's subconscious, remotely controlling the lord of the Merlin dimension, Basil Granger, the headmaster of Hogwarts.

What he didn't expect was that S.H.I.E.L.D., which claimed to be a shield separating the real world from the unknown world, protecting and preserving the truth, and providing ordinary people with a healthy and peaceful living environment, actually became a sister unit of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, responsible for Muggles, that is, the human world.

This guy named Black Sauce Egg must be mad.

However, what Bagir could never have expected was that his words would come true, and Ron in this world was actually dead.

He even spent extra gems to let Ron replace the identity of the Skrull Kent.

This is not only an identity, but also a symbol of power.

Although they are ugly, the Skrulls are interstellar rogues in the comics who can rival the Kree Empire.

To be precise, the former Kree people and Gluck's Flora Colossi are the interstellar spokespersons they are preparing to train.

In the competition of choosing between two options, the lagging Cree people chose to rebel directly.

In the end, it became a stable situation in which the three empires were evenly matched.

After all, they are a race created by the gods.

He can change his appearance at will and disguise himself as another person, and his memories can also be copied. In terms of camouflage ability, he is superior to the insects in Kamen Rider Kabuto.

You can pretend to be more than one person.

The Super Skrulls among them can even copy the abilities of the ones being imitated.

It’s just that the movie universe was cut short and the Skrulls became space refugees.

The Super Skrulls require the target's blood, as well as special equipment, to replicate the superpowers of the person being imitated.

But even so, ordinary Skrulls were not weakened at the individual level.

Ron's identity as the Skrull Kent has successfully disguised himself as several people he thinks are valuable.

Of course, he did not replace all of these characters' identities, but after disguising himself, he digested the skills he valued through the memories he gained and made them his own.

As a result, he also acquired many skills such as shooting, sniping, knife throwing, skiing, judo, cards (gambling), swimming, diving, driving various vehicles (racing cars, airplanes, ships), golf, and socializing.

I also learned English, French, German and Russian.

It can be called the Skrull version of 007.

If it wasn't magic granted by the duel arena and couldn't be replicated in this way, it would probably be even more perverted.

The only pity is that it is Ron who is in charge of this identity now, and his poor brain is unable to digest them for the time being.

Until now, perhaps because of his identity, he had quickly digested the memories of Ron from this world, but as for the Skrull Kent, he only knew his name and some general memories about Harry.

Crack!

The sound of an apparition was heard in the station, attracting the attention of most people.

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed in surprise.

The black-haired boy who appeared had a look of doubt and confusion on his face and clothes, with dust on his face and clothes.

Ron wasn't the only one who recognized Harry.

This also includes guards such as Coulson.

For most of the guards at the station, Harry, as the prospective disciple of Badger Granger, had long been remembered in their little notebooks.

It's the same as Nick Fury's regard for Tony Stark.

therefore
"Protect them all!"

"Armor protection!"

"Secure and safe!"

In order to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation, Harry was greeted by a series of protective magical beams.

Ron felt relieved and focused more on the props used by the guards to cast spells.

This opened his eyes. Some used long rings with two rings, some used Muggle metal wands, and some used a string of beads on their wrists. What surprised him most was that one person actually used a teddy bear.

A bearded man who looked like Hagrid was holding up a teddy bear with a pink bow tied to it. This combination made Ron even forget to pay attention to Harry, who was now shining with colorful magical light and looked like he was on the stage of a nightclub.

Nightclub, what is a nightclub?

As soon as this thought flashed through my mind, some images that are too heavy for humans and only acceptable to Indians came to my mind.

Are Skrulls so ugly?
Why do you want to change back to your original form!

Is this what it feels like to do that? If I were... Lavender...
When Ron was yy, on the other side.

"Hello, I'm Phil Coulson, a Level 8 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Could you briefly describe the problem you're facing?"

"I'm Alastor Moody, Head of the Auror Office. Are you alright Harry?"

The human wall formed by the guards left two passages, and the two people representing the human world and the wizarding world successfully approached Harry.

Faced with Coulson, who was bald at an early age, always smiling and very friendly, and Moody, who had scars all over his body and a blue magic eye that could stop children from crying, Harry chose the latter.

"It's the Skrulls!"

As soon as Harry finished speaking, the guards and tourists around raised their spellcasting tools and shouted, "Reveal your true form!"

As soon as Ron came to his senses, he was covered in invisible magical light waves like everyone else in the station.

It's over, I'm going to Azkaban!
He closed his eyes.

"Ten o'clock!"

"Everyone is petrified!"
I'm fine? No petrification spell?
Ron was surprised, stretched his legs tentatively, and then opened his eyes.

Then he saw Harry running towards him and hugging him in his arms, "You are not a Skrull, and you have not been replaced, that's great!"

Ron's body was stiff. In the corner of his eye, he saw two guards walk up to the petrified Skrull and put a black collar on him. As the collar lit up blue light, the Skrull disappeared on the spot.

"It's alright, Harry." Moody stepped closer and pointed his wand at Harry with a swish. "Your true form has been revealed! Fortunately, Harry, you have not been replaced."

Moody moved so quickly that only a few people had time to aim their hands at him.

Seeing that Moody was just doing a physical examination, they all put their hands down.

"Can't your magic eyes see through the Skrulls?" Ron asked, "Also, why did the Skrulls want to capture Harry?"

"That would be great if it were possible," said Moody. "These pests' disguise is so deep in their genes that they can't be identified even with a blood test. The Kree are the only people in the universe that have detection technology specifically for them."

"Currently, SHIELD and the staff of the Astronomy Department are negotiating with them."

"I still can't understand how Nick Fury could be so wary of his fellow humans living on Earth, yet completely defenseless against interstellar pests from afar."

"So is Karl Danvers. Is she an Earthling or an alien? She ignores her home planet in order to maintain peace on other planets."

"Even Odin of Asgard cares about the Earth more than she does." "Let's not talk about the mistakes of our former director for now." Coulson approached, "Our first concern now is Mr. Potter's safety. He can no longer stay in the human world, so as not to cause a crisis in both worlds."

"Same to you, Ron."

"Me?" Ron pointed at himself. "I haven't bought anything for Dad yet—"

"'Superstring Theory: The Origin of Time, Space, and the Universe', that's the book, right?" Coulson pulled out a huge book from his suit pocket. "Now you just need to go home."

"Yes, you need to go home." Moody took out a crystal bottle filled with green powder, with an unknown number listed on the cork.

He pulled out the cork with a pop, and drew a circle around Harry and Ron with green powder. "Arthur will be waiting for you at the Ministry of Magic."

"What?" Ron didn't respond.

Then they suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness. Looking up, they saw the faces of Moody and Coulson overlooking them, and the chandelier on the ceiling was getting smaller and smaller.
They were falling continuously, and the only light above their heads turned into a small dot and finally approached nothingness.

The only sound that could be heard around was Harry's breathing.

The first thing that came was a loud noise.

"Ron, Harry"

Then there's the feeling of being grounded.

A strong arm wrapped around him, and the familiar smell made him relax.

Even without looking up, he knew, "Dad!"

"Fortunately you are all okay, otherwise Molly."

Listening to his father's chatter, Ron skillfully turned it in one ear and out the other.

His attention was entirely focused on this magnificent room.

The floor, walls and even the ceiling are as flat as mirrors. Rather than being paved with tiles, they look more like a huge piece of marble that has been hollowed out.

The sofa, carpet, desk, fireplace, and high-back chair with wheels all look comfortable while also containing many subtle luxurious details.

But what attracted Ron the most was the huge bookshelf, which was filled with many books whose names he could not understand.

But based on his experience in the interstellar world, they were probably all related to science.

"Is this your office, Dad?" Ron couldn't help but let out an almost dreamy voice.

He is not careless.

Because in Ron's memory in this world, he had never been to his father's office. The Ministry of Magic in this world did not allow non-employees to enter, not even the wives and children of employees.

And my father’s position is the director of the Office for Suppressing the Misuse of Muggle Objects. No, it’s the director of the Office for Suppressing the Misuse of Human Objects.

"Of course." Arthur Weasley turned the photo on his desk so it faced them.

In the photo, nine Weasleys were standing in front of the crooked stone-built Burrow, and were looking at him for help.

Ron suddenly felt a strong sense of sadness. Who would have known that the Ron in this world had died at the hands of the Skrulls.

The person in the room now is a Skrull named Ron, with a green-skinned lizard face.

For a moment, he forgot to wonder why his father's office was so bright and beautiful, his salary seemed good, and why they still lived in the same house, the same as the one in his world.

"Arthur, you can bring Harry and the others over now."

The voice came from the desk, and it was familiar.

"Dumbledore?" Ron rubbed his eyes. The center of his father's desk turned into an operating screen similar to the screen of the Magic Fairy Book. Above it, a projection appeared. It was Dumbledore.

What surprised Ron even more was that Dumbledore in the projection could actually turn around and seemed to see them.

This is so un-magical.

Ron couldn't tell what was wrong. The Floo Network could obviously do the same thing and could even deliver items and food, but he just didn't think it was very magical.

It's a bit like...how do you say technology? Yes, technology.

Arthur Weasley had no idea what his 'son' was thinking.

He only knew that Harry hadn't said a word until now, but had been holding Ron's hand, and seemed not to have woken up from his fear.

You know, Harry has the same personality as James, lively, cheerful and carefree, but now he has become like this.

Arthur Weasley sighed and tapped the table with his wand. Fluorescent blue lines appeared on the smooth black wall, spreading to the ceiling and finally forming a circle composed of countless wavy curves and strange symbols.

A blue beam of light appeared, and golden numbers jumped in it, finally stopping at 111111.

"Let's go, kids." After the golden numbers disappeared, Arthur Weasley walked in first.

Ron was still confused, but seeing his father had gone in, he pulled Harry in too.

hum-

A slightly metallic buzzing sound passed by my ears, and a blue light flashed in front of my eyes.

The next second, Ron found themselves in a huge circular room.

The walls and ceiling are transparent.

Reflecting the sky is the dark starry sky and the blue planet.

"We are in space now?" Harry finally spoke.

Ron felt his right hand being tightened for a moment, but he understood it very well.

He was also very excited.

This is space.

A space where only warriors have ever set foot.

In their world, apart from the warriors, only Muggle astronauts have ever arrived, not even Dumbledore!

And now he——

"Welcome to my masterpiece, Jarvis, give these two kids two cups of Coke and two cheeseburgers." Ron looked up and saw that the person who spoke was a middle-aged man wearing a light blue suit, a plaid tie, and a very distinctive mustache.

He was sitting in a circular aircraft, looking at them unscrupulously.

"Harry Potter, I really don't know how the Supreme Wizard likes you." The speaker was a tall black man, "Cricket Skrulls can scare you, May--"

"Come on, Mordo," the mustachioed man said, "Don't take your anger out on a kid just because the Ancient One didn't choose you. I really don't understand why Strange would let you attend in his place."

"Stark you--"

"Quiet." It was Dumbledore who spoke. He was also sitting in the flying machine. "Everyone is a child. What they need most now is quiet, and -"

"Two cheeseburgers." The mustachioed man winked at Ron.

Two round Frisbees appeared in front of them, dragging what should be Coke and cheeseburgers.

Ron suddenly developed a slight liking for the man with the mustache.

Give it to me, and we will be good friends!
(End of this chapter)