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

Chapter 470 Dreams and Reality

"Another troublemaker."

None of the students present, including Ron, were surprised by Butcher's words.

Now the classification has reached a certain end.

There are less than 5 people left.

They also understood what the troublemaker meant.

This mostly refers to students who have been injected with [Compound No. 5] and whose superpowers are useless and can only serve as auxiliary.

In this case, not only the most prominent point - the superpower that can only be used as an auxiliary nature - needs to be tested, but physical examination is also required.

The core of the Black Robe Universe revolves around Homelander and [Compound No. 5]. With Bagel's dream invasion and Bagel's deliberate guidance, they also underwent an epic enhancement.

Most users of [Compound No. 5] abilities can join the hero class thanks to the invulnerability, superhuman strength, and recovery speed afforded by this drug.

Ron seems to be in the same situation at the moment.

"Venom. It turns out to be a poisonous spider. Let's test your toxicity first."

Ron showed his fangs and sprayed venom onto the metal plate handed to him by the mechanical arm.

呲味味~
"This is iridium metal! Aqua regia can't affect it!" Butcher complained, "Is this really just venom? With this skill alone, you are at least a B-level hero and can be admitted to the hero class."

"Wait, this thing of yours won't squirt during orgasm, then you'll have to go to the weapons department and spend a lot of money to customize a pair of gloves."

"No way!" Ron was extremely uncomfortable with this. Which serious professor would bring up that kind of thing so calmly? The most important thing was that he noticed that several girls subconsciously took a step back towards him.

Even Emma is included!
Hey!
That boy, why did you quit?
I like men!
"Analysis completed." With a mechanical voice, Butcher picked up the tablet to check. He couldn't help but look at Ron several times, "Holly shit! One ten-millionth of a milligram of your venom can kill an African elephant. Your venom is enough to kill any superhuman except [Soldier Boy] and [Homelander]."

"You've never used it to poison anyone, have you?"

"No." Ron felt a little guilty. He immediately thought of Shang-Chi, who had the blood of a dragon. No wonder he died so quickly. It turned out that he was so poisonous.

"That's good. Congratulations. You will soon be financially independent. The bastards from the Equipment Department will definitely come after you for your venom and the antibodies against venom that you must have in your blood."

Hearing these words, Ron couldn't feel happy, and more people backed away from him.

"Do you need to continue? More details will be given in the following lessons."

“This kind of testing is more private.”

"You are already qualified to be rated as an A-class hero. No matter how strong your physical fitness is, you cannot be rated as an S-class hero."

"It will reveal more of your information."

Because he was also planning to buy some venom from Ron to make special bullets, Butcher spoke a little more.

"No." Ron jumped off the stage dejectedly.

".Emma Meyer, B-class hero, hero class."

"Classification completed."

"Pick up your campus cell phone. You all need to use it for dining, accommodation, course schedules, and external communications."

"I've given each of you 1000 credits, enough for your food and clothing for a semester."

"But I suggest not to use it in daily life. The school has plenty of free food, drinks and snacks."

"Every student has a set of school uniforms, and the matching shoes and socks are also self-cleaning and bulletproof."

"If you really want to buy something, you can also apply to the purchasing department through online shopping and attach your overseas account number."

“Credit points have greater purchasing power and can be used to buy many things that cannot be purchased with real money.”

"It can only increase due to your performance in the course and your dealings with the school."

"Listen carefully!"

"I've said so much today because there are several S-rank among you."

"In previous years, many people spent money lavishly and cried after discovering its value."

"Well, bye then, little ghosts."

Ron was stunned as he watched the man walk directly into the elevator on the platform and disappear along with the elevator and the platform. "He just left like that. He just gave us the phone."

He held the small transparent card in his hand in disbelief.

Not too high-tech.

It is the treasure book of the magic fairy world, which looks like a normal touch phone, the direct binding consciousness of the interstellar world, and the Merlin universe, because of alien technology, is directly a bracelet. When the brain waves are activated, a virtual screen that can be controlled pops up in front of it.

This little card was neither up nor down, leaving Ron at a loss as to how to control it.

"Apply it directly to your hand," Emma reminded. "Tear off the film and apply it wherever you find it convenient. It directly uses our bioenergy, so the energy consumption is very low. It can also absorb solar energy, so there is no need to charge it."

Noticing that Emma was standing far away and was about to retreat as he approached, Ron, with a frown on his face, placed the card on the back of the hand with the silver emblem.

"Hello, Mr. Weasley, I am your AI assistant."

"It spoke!" Ron looked at the back of his hand in surprise, where a two-dimensional image of a three-headed robot appeared.

"You don't have to speak. You're the only one who can hear my voice."

"Is that so?" Ron tried to think, and felt much better.

"Yes, you can tell me what to do, and I will remind you of your schedule."

A thought flashed through my mind, "Well, can it be changed? I mean, into this."

Looking at Harry who appeared on the back of his hand, Ron blushed, "Change it to Harry."

"Yes."

Ron breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly became nervous again, "You can't read minds!"

He recalled his father's words, "Never trust something that thinks unless you see where its brain is."

"I can only receive the information you want to convey to me. You can search for the "Brain Wave Communication Technology" written by the "Sage", which contains the corresponding principles. You can also turn on the public mode, in which others can hear me speak, and I cannot communicate with you through brain waves. You can also put me to sleep directly, switch to manual mode, or tear me off directly when you think you need privacy."

"Really?"

"It's true." said Magneto as he walked over.

"You can also read minds?" Ron took a step back.

"Because you have written everything on your face." Magneto was speechless. "My ability is actually to manipulate magnetic fields. It was given to me by my friend who is good at telepathy. I am very sensitive to being read and controlled. I can sense the way it communicates with me through brain waves. We will not reveal to it the things we regard as secrets."

"I am the expert in this field." Loki appeared from thin air, "This kid is right."

"Kid?" Magneto raised his eyebrows.

"Didn't I say that?" Loki shrugged. "I am over a thousand years old, little mortal."

"We should go get our school uniforms." Peter came over and pointed at the back of his hand. "Harry said to go that way?" "Harry?" Ron looked at Peter instantly.

"He's my best friend. I originally wanted to use Mary Jane," Peter said. "Wait, you haven't discovered that you can customize the image and voice of your smart assistant, have you?"

Magneto and Loki looked at each other, and then looked at the back of their hands eagerly.

There is also Professor X with long hair, and Thor instantly replaced the three-headed robot.

However, Magneto's movements were slower. He seemed to have other images he wanted to choose, but finally changed to Professor X.

And Ron.
"Of course I have! Show me what your Harry looks like."

Peter's name is the same as the Peter he knows, and they are both contractors of the Spider Totem, which makes him suspect that their universes are very similar.

And also liked Mary Jane.

Now there's Harry, and Harry's best friend is Peter, which makes Ron completely unable to hold back.

How could this be!

Harry's best friend should be Ron Weasley!

"Not the dark-haired, green-eyed Harry."

Ron has already determined that this is Harry's alternate universe counterpart. After all, Peter looks different, so it's normal for Harry to be different.

"You know me and Harry?" It was so obvious that it was hard for Peter not to notice.

Ron nodded. "My roommate is also Peter Parker. He has the same abilities as you, except that he can't spin silk. His aunt is also called May Parker. He also liked Mary Jane. Harry is our common roommate. Of course, he and I have a better relationship."

"Like?" Peter frowned, indicating that he was not with Mary Jane.

"Mary Jane doesn't like you," Ron blurted out, "You ended up with Michelle Jones."

"Michelle Jones," Peter said, thinking that when he returned, in addition to pursuing Mary Jane, he would look for someone around him with this name.

go back?

Uncle Ben!

"Where's my Uncle Ben?"

"He died a long time ago." Ron said bluntly. He never knew how to beat around the bush.

Magneto and others on the side had very complicated expressions. They all wondered how Ron had grown up without being beaten to death.

"What!" Peter's body shook violently.

"Don't worry," Ron said, not being able to read other people's expressions at all. "Your aunt has found a better partner - our headmaster. He is very handsome and the most powerful being in our universe."

Loki began to observe Peter carefully.

He already knew that there was also Asgard in Ron's world. How beautiful it must be that the principal of this magic school, who was more powerful than his father, could be captured by a widow.

"What!" Peter was a little incredulous. "You mean my aunt?"

As he spoke, he had his smart assistant project the appearance of her aunt. Although she was not ugly and it seemed that she must have been pretty when she was young, she already had white hair and a face full of wrinkles.

"Who is that beauty?" Not far away, [Soldier Boy] stopped.

"Get out of here!" Li Lin, a fellow countryman who had already finished his work and met the [Soldier Boy] who came to pick up his young son, rolled his eyes and forcibly pulled him away, "You pervert!"

[Soldier Boy] never dared to offend his son, so he could only leave with a sentence, "Child, you don't understand. Although it's a little dry, beauty is like fine wine, the older it gets, the mellower it becomes."

Magneto and the others beside Peter did not notice the movement in the distance, and at this moment they showed the same expression as Li Lin, who saw a pervert.

Magneto swallowed and said, "Ron, the headmaster you are talking about should be a handsome old man of the same age."

"What the hell!" Ron also projected the Aunt May he had seen, "This is May Parker."

Peter rubbed his eyes and looked carefully again and again, "Is this my aunt from another universe? So beautiful! So young!"

Magneto, as a person of the same age, said something fair, "Your aunt still has her charm."

In the room at the bottom of the huge silver cube, the person wearing headphones turned his eyes away from the screen.

"Breast milk, why don't you just call the backstage and listen to what they are saying." Frankie said from the side.

As the sound of air being pierced flashed by, the locomotive appeared out of thin air. "I suggest not to. Among these seven people, there are four S-level people. Their weight is very high. The [Tree Diagram Designer] will find your traces."

"I also suggest not to." Butcher walked out of the elevator. "Mallory's order is for us to stay in line. Isn't this world a beautiful place? Her grandson is still alive, and you are not divorced and have a decent job."

Although he mentioned other people's names, he was mainly looking at Frankie.

So does everyone else.

"Don't fucking look at me," French said. "I don't give a fuck! This world is real!"

"If this is the so-called real world where my father is bipolar and tried to smother me with a Hello Kitty duvet when I was ten."

"I killed Mallory's grandson and Colin's family"

"And now? I'm a fucking superpower, I'm not addicted to drugs, I'm married to Colin, and my father doesn't have bipolar disorder. It's fucking wonderful!"

"I hope so," said the engine coldly.

He also wants to maintain the status quo.

As a black person, my father didn't run away and my mother didn't die.

The competitor's shock wave is not as fast as his.

He is the fastest man in this world, even without fighting in [Compound No. 5].

His girlfriend [the devil's claw woman] is alive and married to him legally.

[Homelander] does not mock him, he is a qualified leader.

Most importantly, he truly enjoys being a real hero rather than a packaged commodity in the spotlight.

"Then why do you say that?" Butcher demanded.

“I just hope someone can surpass [Homelander] and kick him out of the seven,” French said.

"I think there's more to it than that, Frankie. I'm not talking about you." Butcher looked at the breast milk, "You have to remember, it was just a dream. Your grandfather was not killed by Soldier Boy by mistake. Let him go, and let yourself go."

"I can't forget it." Mother's milk's tone was low, but revealed unprecedented determination, "I grew up in Harlem, living in a brownstone house, crowded with family. There were grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins."

"One night, there was a lot of noise outside. I looked out the window and saw [Soldier Boy]."

"He caught some boys who wanted a Mercedes."

Butcher took a deep breath. "We all know the story. He was high and threw the Mercedes at your house. You woke him up to see Soldier Boy's grandfather and he died. The front of the car was only 15 centimeters away from you."

"But your grandfather is still alive now, and he is real."

(End of this chapter)