American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

"Harvey, are you satisfied now?"

"You want me to calm down? Bah—"

"You just want to do something bad to me... Don't think I don't know what you're up to!"

Harvey paused, then asked with an innocent look, "Why would you look at me like that?"

Although he attended Hermione's coming-of-age ceremony a few days ago, Harvey doesn't want to pluck this tender flower so soon.

At this moment, Hermione crossed her arms and leaned back on the sofa, deliberately turning her head away, not wanting to look at this annoying womanizer in front of her.

“I clearly didn’t invite you to the banquet a few days ago, but you still had the nerve to show up.”

"And then...and..."

At this point, Hermione's chest heaved violently, as if she was too angry to continue.

He just chatted with Luna for a few minutes at the banquet and had a few drinks.

Is it really worth getting so jealous?

Harvey said he couldn't understand.

"Alright, Miss Know-It-All, now that you're in this world, don't worry about Voldemort anymore. Just rest for a few days."

Hermione looked aloof and didn't want to acknowledge the person at all.

"I'm going out for a bit. You stay home and don't wander around. I'll take you out for a nice meal when I get back tonight."

After giving a few words of advice as if coaxing a child, Harvey shook his head with a helpless smile, turned around, and walked into the golden portal.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as the portal disappeared.

Hermione let out a soft sigh.

"You annoying guy, why do you have to be so outstanding?"

"How can I possibly catch up with you...?"

at the same time.

Harvey traveled through a portal to Brooklyn, New York, to the front of a recently renovated apartment building.

"This should be it, Captain America's former residence."

Harvey cast a Confusion Charm on himself so that others wouldn't notice his presence, and walked into the apartment building.

Take the elevator to the 16th floor.

Standing at the door of what looked like an ordinary room, Harvey was about to knock when he vaguely heard voices coming from inside.

"Interesting. Could it be that other guests are visiting Old Popsicle at the same time?"

Harvey thought for a moment, then, without even using his wand, he simply chanted into the lock, "Alohomora!"

With a click, the door opened.

Harvey walked in through the door openly and honestly.

This floor of the apartment building appears to have been converted into a training ground.

"Bang bang bang!"

The dull thud of the punching bags echoed in the empty training ground.

A strong man wearing a white vest and sporting eight-pack abs is relentlessly hitting a punching bag.

His earnestness made it seem as if the sandbag was his enemy.

"Can't sleep?"

A one-eyed black man wearing an eyepatch stood with his hands behind his back, watching Captain America struggle with the sandbag with a blank expression.

Upon hearing the voice, Steve paused and glanced at the guy who had spoken.

“I slept for 70 years, sir. I think I’ve had enough sleep long ago.”

This guy is none other than Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

He noticed that Captain America seemed to have a mental problem, constantly dwelling on the past.

"You should go out and see this wonderful world."

Steve glanced at Nick Fury, and the thought that this guy was his superior officer made him lose all interest in continuing to hit the sandbag.

While untying the white cloth wrapped around his fist, he sighed:

"When I fell asleep, the war was still going on. When I woke up, I heard that the war had been won, but no one told me the price of the victory."

Captain America has actually observed America today, where racial discrimination, school violence, freebies, and frequent shootings are prevalent.

This victorious America felt foreign to him, hence his sentiments.

Nick Fury didn't want to dwell on those things and went straight to the point: "We've made a lot of mistakes over the years, and not long ago, we made a fatal one."

Steve looked up at the documents Nick Fury was holding.

"You have a mission, sir?"

"Yes."

"Is it to help me integrate into this world more quickly?"

"No, I want you to save it!"

Nick Fury handed over the documents.

Steve took the file and opened it, and the first thing he saw was the familiar image of the Cosmic Cube.

"Hydra's secret weapon?"

Nick Fury explained, "This was accidentally pulled from the ocean by Howard Stark when he was searching for you."

"Howard shares the same idea as me; we both believe that the Tesseract is the key to developing infinite energy."

"And this is exactly what humanity urgently needs."

Steve glanced at the documents; they were all research materials written by S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists about the properties of the Tesseract.

He actually couldn't understand the technical terms on it.

But he still asked calmly, "Who stole the Cosmic Cube?"

Nick Fury explained, "That guy's name is Loki. He's probably not a local. If you're willing to join us, you'll probably need to brush up on your knowledge."

"After all, the world is changing so fast that it has exceeded your imagination."

Having seen countless abstract news stories from the United States, Steve said calmly, "I'm used to it all."

“I bet you ten dollars, you’re wrong,” Nick Fury jokingly bet.

Steve didn't bother to argue, silently picked up his satchel, and hoisted a sandbag onto his shoulder, ready to leave.

Watching the other person walk away with such nonchalance, Nick Fury added a comment.

"More detailed mission information is at your home. Also, do you have any suggestions on how to retrieve the Cosmic Cube?"

Steve, carrying the sandbags, continued walking forward without looking back.

"You shouldn't have pulled it out of the sea in the first place!"

Harvey, who watched the entire classic dialogue, was suddenly filled with emotion.

"Wouldn't you call this witnessing history?"

He then followed Captain America back to his room on the 19th floor of the apartment building, remaining invisible.

Steve placed the sandbag in the corner by the door, sweating profusely, and was about to go to the bathroom for a shower.

Harvey suddenly broke free of the Confusion Charm and appeared in front of Captain America.

In a place that should have been deserted, a boy with an immature appearance suddenly appeared. Steve rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

"Child, where did you come from?"

Harvey originally planned to simply forget everything, then take the blood sample and leave.

But then he changed his mind.

A living, breathing super soldier was placed in front of him.

As the saying goes, if you don't take what Heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences.

After all, researching super soldier serum through blood samples is something even the many super genius scientists in the Marvel universe haven't been able to do.

Harvey wasn't entirely confident he could do it.

Therefore, if I bring back fresh test subjects myself, it will greatly increase the success rate of developing the super soldier serum.

Chapter 32: A Happy Experiment Subject Acquired!

Harvey then gave Steve a smile that seemed very strange.

Gently wave the magic wand.

"Collapse!"

An orange-red spell flew from the tip of the wand and struck the unsuspecting Steve instantly.

Harvey nodded in satisfaction as he watched the old popsicle fall to the ground with a "thud".

I'm preparing to take the "spoils of war" back for further study.

"Jinglingling~jinglingling~"

The sudden ringing of the telephone sounded very abrupt in the quiet room.

The sound startled Harvey, who was up to no good. He gripped his wand tightly again and looked warily toward the source of the bell.

"Dingling bell~"

The landline phone on the clutter table in the corner of the living room was still ringing incessantly.

After hesitating for a moment, Harvey decided to ignore it, open a portal, and leave with the unconscious Steve.

But before he could make his next move...