The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 1 Hogwarts Potions Shop
Arthur Avenue, The Bronx, New York.

This is the most Italian-flavored avenue in the United States. It is also a charming comprehensive landscape avenue that integrates tourism, leisure, food and other elements.

During the day, it is bustling with tourists and gourmets.

They are attracted by the charming scenery or come here to taste the authentic Italian food.

The streets and alleys are filled with laughter, people's conversations and vendors' calls intertwined, forming a vivid and prosperous picture.

However, at night, as the shops close, the lights go out.

The originally noisy streets gradually became quiet.

Only the rows of street lamps standing by the roadside provided dim light, and the light seemed tired, trying hard to illuminate the space.

The whole street fell into darkness, shrouded in a mysterious veil.

Only the lights in the apartments on the high-rise buildings gradually lit up, like stars, bringing some warmth and vitality to the darkness.

Buildings 6 and 8 Arthur Avenue were originally closely connected.

I don't know when a small house suddenly appeared on the street.

The number on it is 7 Arthur Avenue. This sudden little house and the number on it seem particularly abrupt.

There was a sign hanging above the cottage with the words "Hogwarts Potions Shop" written in large letters.

In the dim environment, the sign of the cabin exudes a mysterious and strange atmosphere.

The people who were keeping an eye on the place all the time made phone calls.

"Boss, the potion shop is now open."

"Good job, I'll be right there."

"BOSS!"

"oh, I understand now."

"Sir, the target has appeared."

"I'll be right away."

In less than 10 minutes, several luxury cars rushed onto the street like lightning.

The harsh sound of brakes broke the tranquility of the night, and smoke produced by the friction between the tires and the ground filled the air.

A group of rich or noble people got off the car.

“Mr. Karl, I didn’t expect you to come too.”

A bearded man greeted them warmly.

"Stephen, you are very well-informed."

Carl responded with a smile, but there was a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.

The two hugged each other like old friends, but each had his own thoughts in his mind.

"You guys are so tight-lipped that you didn't even tell me about this good news."

Stephen complained, a look of discontent on his face.

"Stephen, even though you can be said to be able to call the shots on Wall Street, it's just a sudden wealth."

Karl’s tone seemed to be mocking Stephen’s wealth, which came too easily and lacked foundation.

Stephen felt a little embarrassed and was about to retort.

"Om~"

"Om~"

The roar of the engine suddenly sounded, and the powerful sound waves hit people's eardrums.

A silver Audi R8 came speeding from the corner, its body flashing brightly under the street lights.

The license plate number is written with Tony Stark's cursive letters, which is particularly eye-catching.

"What a trouble! Why is this playboy here?" someone muttered in a low voice.

Tony Stark got out of the car. His movements were graceful and his every gesture exuded confidence and unruly demeanor.

Walking to the other side of the car, he gently opened the door and bent down like a gentleman.

A tall blonde lady got out of the passenger seat, her skirt fluttering in the wind, like a star walking out of a movie screen.

"Tony, where is this place?" Pepper Potts asked doubtfully, her beautiful eyes looking around curiously.

"Pepper, this is a great place. Today is your birthday. It turns out I'll always have good luck with you." Tony Stark had a confident smile on his face and tenderness in his eyes.

Pepper Potts was a little dissatisfied: "Today is my birthday, I want to see a Broadway show, not come to this place." There was a hint of complaint in her tone.

Tony Stark quickly put his arm around Pepper Potts' waist, his movements skillful and natural.

Pepper Potts struggled to break free, a blush spreading across her face.

"With so many people here, give your boss some face," Tony Stark winked mischievously, "don't embarrass me."

Pepper Potts then noticed that many people had come around, and each of them had a unique identity.

They were basically big names that only appeared on TV, and she became more and more confused.

"What's going on? Where exactly is this place?" Pepper Potts asked again.

"Secret~" Tony Stark deliberately kept the secret, with a mysterious smile on his face.

Happy Hogan, a fat man with a beard, looks very intimidating.

He is Tony Stark's bodyguard and driver. He is holding a box in his hands, and from Happy's flushed face, you can tell that the contents are very heavy.

Tony Stark snapped his fingers coolly.

"What are you waiting for?"

Then, he put his arm around Pepper's slender waist gently but possessively, and walked towards the mysterious little shop with a confident smile and leisurely steps.

At the same time, others also began to take action.

One of the men had a slightly high hairline and a look of concentration and caution in his eyes. He seemed to be making an intense report to his superior through headphones.

"Sir, they are all about to enter that magical potion shop."

His voice was low, but it couldn't hide his urgency.

"Follow him in, Phil." A calm and decisive command came from the headset.

"Yes, sir," Phil Coulson replied quickly, "but we might not return home empty-handed today."

His brows furrowed slightly, his face filled with helplessness. "The lowest-paid people here tonight are billionaires. The funds I brought with me are not enough."

As he spoke, he shook his head unconsciously.

"I'll do my best." A brief and firm answer came from the other end of the headset.

Coulson shrugged, sighed softly and said, "Okay."

"Hogwarts?" Pepper asked curiously, looking at the shop sign. "Is that a place name?"

Stark said nonchalantly, "Who knows?"

Then, Pepper's attention was drawn to the two stone sculptures at the door.

The two stone sculptures are lifelike, and the characters' expressions of fear and despair are portrayed extremely vividly.

It makes people feel the fear and helplessness deep in their hearts.

The struggling movements are displayed vividly, and every detail is handled just right.

Even the subtle wrinkles on the clothes are clearly visible, as if these are not cold statues, but two living souls frozen in time.

It's simply a masterpiece.

However, instead of appreciating it, Pepper felt a wave of discomfort, and her body trembled slightly.

The two statues seemed to suddenly move at some moment and pounce on her.

"The store manager seems to have a distorted sense of taste. Why put two such scary statues at the door?"

Pepper couldn't help but complain, and she subconsciously moved closer to Stark.

Stark couldn't bear to tell Pepper the truth, fearing it would scare her.

Changed the topic.

"Let's go in first and find a place to sit."

Stark said, gently pulling on Pepper's hand and leading her into the shop.

As soon as the two entered the shop, they felt a warmth coming over them like a tide.

Pepper, who was wearing a dress, couldn't help but exhale a breath of cold air. The white mist instantly dissipated in the warm air. She was immediately relieved from the cold and warmed up all over.

"Are the guests coming?"

A voice that was difficult to distinguish between male and female came from a distance. The voice seemed to have passed through layers of fog, ethereal and unreal.

"Old rules, just find a seat and sit wherever you want."

A man wearing a pale mask and a robe that was out of place in this era stood behind the counter, concentrating on preparing something.

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Stark and Pepper, and devoted himself to the matters at hand.

Stark seemed accustomed to this. He calmly sat down in the middle of the first row facing the counter, and then gently pulled Pepper to sit on his left.

Pepper stared at the mask for a while and felt a little dizzy. She had just seen the mask, but she couldn't remember what it looked like.

"Strange mask." Pepper muttered softly.

That was not the only thing that made her feel strange.

The man was dressed strangely. His robe was embroidered with mysterious patterns and the style was ancient and unique.

And then there's his cold attitude towards Stark.

You know, Tony Stark is a world-famous billionaire, arms dealer, and scientist.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is as difficult as climbing to heaven to see him. If you can establish a relationship with him, you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life.

However, this strangely dressed man paid no attention to Stark and left him aside.

Just as she was about to ask Stark, other people came in one after another.

Pepper had to give up the idea for the time being.

When the last seat was taken, the door of the shop suddenly slammed shut.

Ruthlessly stop those who want to come in from outside the door.

The mysterious man then slowly spoke: "Now that everyone is here, let's begin."

Everyone present couldn't help but focus their attention.

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