I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

“I know you are Sister McGonagall, the knitting psychic.”

“I do knit a little, but I’m not a psychic. We don’t believe in these things. If you go around spreading rumors, you’ll be punished by the bishop.”

Wanda blinked and said, "I can assure you, I won't tell anyone."

“Sister McGonagall, do you know how they do it? Tarot cards, palmistry, and some can even tell your fate through tea leaves.”

McGonagall decided to tease the girl. "I usually just look at the bottom of the glass. If I had to choose, I'd pick all of the ones you mentioned."

Wanda was a little confused. "Really?!"

"Of course, I'm also an industry insider."

McGonagall said, “Okay, Wanda, I don’t need those things. Actually, this is my special ability. I can do it just by touching your skin. Maybe fortune telling doesn’t need those things. Pretty cards, secrets contained in palm lines, maybe they’re all just gimmicks.”

Sister McGonagall revealed her true abilities to Wanda.

Wanda is now in a dilemma.

Because she didn't quite understand what Sister McGonagall was saying.

That sounds a bit scary.

McGonagall continued to Wanda, "Many people believe that fate operates in its own specific way, so do you think that I, like those psychics, am bound by the same constraints?"

Under the table, the beagle whimpered a few times, then farted.

Wanda scratched her head and said with a pained expression, "I don't know."

But she was soon amused by the beagle's fart.

"Alright, let's begin."

Miss McGonagall said with a smile, her face crinkling with wrinkles.

Then he held out a hand, clapped it, and said, "Give me your hand."

"I hope you won't lie to me, Sister McGonagall."

"Okay, I promise."

"Don't lie to me, uh, don't hide anything from me."

"Just give me your hand."

Wanda placed her hand in Sister McGonagall's hand.

Wanda's hands were warm, but McGonagall felt a jolt as if she'd been electrocuted.

Sister McGonagall was suddenly filled with panic—she hadn't seen the scene she wanted to see.

Vision didn't work!

She could not see the end of life, nor could she see death.

It's as if this girl doesn't belong to humanity, drifting outside the tides of fate and time, unbound by anything.

Suddenly!

A black face appeared in her spiritual vision.

Its entire body is covered in a black exoskeleton, radiating a powerful sense of oppression.

Those eyes that made her tremble seemed to have noticed her and suddenly turned their gaze toward her.

Chapter 181 Wanda: Am I forged, not born?

What Sister McGonagall saw in her spiritual vision made her shudder.

Wanda appears to have been targeted by a powerful dark force.

That powerful dark force had already placed the mark inside Wanda's body.

More importantly, that being has now seen itself.

Although she didn't know Peter's name, she was instantly overwhelmed by fear and couldn't help but want to immediately retreat from Wanda's body.

But suddenly, her hand gripped Wanda's hand like a fly trap.

"Ouch--"

Wanda was startled and cried out.

Her hand was sore from being pinched by Sister McGonagall.

However, Sister McGonagall's grip tightened, and the veins in her neck bulged out.

Startled, Wanda tried to pull her hand back, but failed to break free.

The next second, Sister McDormand suddenly opened her eyes, and the whites of her eyes began to turn red from the bursting blood vessels.

She clenched her teeth so tightly that Wanda was even worried she might break them.

Wanda pulled her hand away forcefully again.

But her hand felt like it was being clamped in pliers, while the other person's palm grew warmer and hotter, as if it were melting her hand.

Sister McGonagall, are you...are you alright?

Wanda looked at the nun in front of her with fear and stammered, "What do you mean?"

"I'm fine."

Sister McGonagall gritted her teeth and spoke each word clearly.

Blood suddenly flowed from her nostrils and dripped onto Wanda's hand.

At this moment, Wanda naively hoped that the terrible blood would act as a lubricant, allowing her to break free from the nun's large grasp.

Unfortunately, she did not get what she wanted.

Sister McGonagall began to make strange noises, and her head began to shake wildly like a rattle.

Under the table, the beagle seemed to sense something was wrong and kept barking at its owner.

the other side.

Peter also discovered Sister McGonagall spying on him.

He originally planned to seal the Dark Book inside Wanda's body.

After all, Wanda eventually became the master of the Dark Book, drawing power from it to become the master of chaos magic and one of the strongest superheroes in the Marvel universe.

By sealing the Dark Book within Wanda, he can be 100% certain that no one, not even Hades himself, can control her or remove the Dark Book from her body.

After all, she not only has an extraordinary talent for magic, but can also be considered a woman of good fortune.

As for whether this will cause her more pain and trouble in the future.

It's not on his agenda for the time being.

Peter planted a spiritual imprint in Wanda's spiritual sea, leaving a backdoor to facilitate his entry into Wanda's spiritual world. After preventing her from losing control, Peter planned to withdraw.

This spiritual imprint is also the dark magic in the Dark Book.

After becoming the master of the Dark Book, he naturally mastered this magic.

After leaving a backdoor in Wanda's mind, Peter was preparing to leave.

But standing in Wanda's spiritual world, her gaze fell upon Sister McGonagall who had suddenly appeared.

Sister McGonagall felt the powerful aura emanating from Peter and couldn't help but step back.

But the next second Peter appeared in front of her and reached out to grab her.

A terrified Sister McGonagall instinctively reached out to stop her.

Peter then grabbed her hand.

Sister McGonagall possesses a mischievous ability to glimpse the fate of others by touching their skin.

But in Wanda's mental world, when she touched Peter, she couldn't see any memories; instead, Peter saw right through her.

Sister McGonagall!

Wanda became frightened and shouted loudly at the other party.

Was Sister McGonagall's crazy behavior related to her?

Or did she just happen to be sick?

Wanda started to have wild thoughts.

Sister McGonagall had been taking good care of her ever since she and her brother were abducted to this strange place.

She didn't want anything to happen to the other person.

Enduring the pain, Wanda began to move.

She pushed the table with all her might with one hand, pressing the other edge of the table firmly against Sister McGonagall's upper abdomen, trying to free her arm from the other's grasp.

With a "thud," Sister McGonagall finally released her grip.

Wanda quickly withdrew her hand, only to find deep red marks and even bruises on her hand.

Sister McGonagall looked disheveled, with large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.

At this moment, she had withdrawn from Wanda's mental world.

But in her contact with Peter just now, she has been completely controlled by him.

With the help of the Dark Book, Peter casually recruited this unfortunate nun into his camp, using her as a spy to monitor Wanda.

This is equivalent to adding an insurance layer to the sealed "Dark Book".

Even if Wanda joins the Avengers in the future, he can still control her.

Sister McGonagall, who had been bewitched by Peter's dark magic, wiped away the drops of blood.

Her eyes were now bloodshot.

Wanda asked in a low voice, "Sister McGonagall, are you alright?"

“I’m fine, Wanda. Are you really an ordinary person?” Sister McGonagall asked in surprise.

"What? What do you mean?" Wanda didn't quite understand.