American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

"Sorry, this beer seems too strong compared to the Tiffany beer I had before."

Pietro was referring to a cheap beer from Sokovia, which he used to steal from small shops to drink, taking advantage of his speed.

Seeing that even her younger brother couldn't get used to the drink, Wanda simply picked up her glass and took a small sip.

The pungent smell of alcohol still choked her.

"Cough...cough..."

Wanda's delicate oval face quickly flushed with alcohol, and her bright, deep blue eyes looked rather embarrassed.

She gently tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear, using this meaningless gesture to cover up her embarrassment.

Seeing Wanda's intoxicated beauty, Harvey smiled and continued to urge her to drink:

"Come on, have another drink. Today marks the beginning of a wonderful new life for you two siblings. How can we not celebrate?"

"Don't worry, I've booked a room at the hotel. Even if I get drunk, I can just sleep it off for one night."

Harvey's voice also carried a strong seductive quality.

This is because he secretly altered some properties of the Confusion Charm.

Wanda seemed to think Harvey's words made a lot of sense.

"Today is indeed a day worth celebrating, so let's have some more drinks..."

The pianist's slender fingers danced lightly across the keys, and the cheerful, melodious music echoed through the bar's open-air space.

The three of them, Xavi and Pietro, were chatting and laughing when, before they knew it, Pietro had become so drunk that he was fast asleep on the table.

Wanda, already quite drunk, struggled to keep her head up so she wouldn't collapse on the table.

"It's getting late. I'll come pick you up tomorrow to go to your new home. You should go back to your hotel rooms and get some rest."

Seeing that the time was ripe, Harvey, who was adept at understanding people's clothing, suggested ending the party.

At this moment, Wanda's cheeks turned a rosy red, and she mumbled a "hmm" in a daze, with multiple phantoms appearing before her eyes.

Her last thought was of Harvey helping her into the hotel room...

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the next day.

The Presidential Suite at the Walton Hotel.

In the luxurious and spacious bedroom, pieces of torn, old clothing fabric were carelessly thrown on the pristine white floor.

The gentle morning light streamed through the French windows, freely bathing Wanda's tear-streaked face.

Wanda slowly opened her eyes. The hangover headache and the tingling sensation throughout her body made her let out a soft cry.

"Hmm... what's wrong?"

When she turned her head, she saw a handsome man covered by half a blanket, with a familiar face and sharp features, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were having a nightmare.

The restless, warm hand was still resting on front of its own bear.

"what--"

Wanda screamed in terror.

Harvey, exhausted after a whole night of tossing and turning, struggled to open his sleepy eyes.

"Don't make a sound so early in the morning. From now on, you'll be my girlfriend. Be good and quiet!"

Harvey's commanding tone made Wanda instinctively stop screaming.

"you you..."

Now that things had come to this, Wanda asked tentatively, looking at Harvey, whose eyes had closed again.

Will you be good to me for the rest of my life?

Harvey seemed to have fallen back into a deep sleep, showing no reaction whatsoever.

Wanda dared not forcibly wake Harvey, as she was very wary of the wizard's mysterious magic.

She could only lie in bed, feeling the tingling sensation in her body as if she had been run over by a road roller, staring at the ceiling and starting to daydream.

"This kind of mysterious wizard might just be playing around and won't take any responsibility for himself..."

"I shouldn't have drunk so much last night..."

"Once he wakes up, maybe we should ask him for more money as compensation..."

"We can't just suffer a loss without getting anything in return..."

"But won't he think I'm too greedy?"

"Or agree to be his girlfriend?"

"But... his tone sounded like he was joking. What if he regrets it and changes his mind..."

"Damn it, damn it, damn it... This is such a difficult decision!"

Wait until noon.

Harvey, finally well-rested, got out of bed, washed up quickly, and, remembering the upcoming battle in New York, casually told Wanda not to wander around too much lately.

Then he hurriedly opened a portal and left.

Chapter 35: That guy is riding a nuclear missile!?

In the bedroom of the Walton Hotel.

When Harvey walked into the portal and disappeared, only a bewildered Wanda remained, lying helplessly on the soft bed.

"Am I... being abandoned?"

Feeling wronged, Wanda sobbed softly, her heart filled with deep regret.

"Waaah... I knew these important people wouldn't even look at me. They didn't even give me the house they promised. I was so naive..."

Harvey was completely unaware of Wanda's misunderstanding.

He rushed back to his villa.

He met Hermione's extremely resentful gaze.

"Mr. Harvey Ferguson, where did you go last night? You promised to take me out for a nice meal, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

"How is that possible!" Harvey exclaimed dramatically.

"I discovered a huge problem last night. The world is about to be invaded by aliens. I've been busy all night preparing for it."

"Can't you see I still have dark circles under my eyes?"

Harvey skillfully fabricated seemingly plausible "facts" within 0.3 seconds.

However, it's hard to say how much trust Hermione can gain given her suspicious gaze.

"Alien invasion? Are you sure this isn't an April Fool's joke? Then tell me, what preparations did you make in just one night?"

Hermione was determined to get to the bottom of things; she had long since figured out Harvey's personality, and she would never believe such lies again since she was 13.

Harvey's mind raced as he tried to figure out how to reconcile the "story" he had just told.

Just then, a deep rumbling sound came from the distant horizon.

Suddenly, a large shadow fell over the entire villa.

"What's going on outside?"

Feeling a little strange, Hermione got up from the sofa and walked to the window to look at the sky.

Then, she saw a scene she would never forget.

A blue vortex that kept expanding appeared in the sky.

Furthermore, countless tiny black dots emerged from the blue vortex.

"That... seems to be a portal?" Hermione murmured to herself, unable to see clearly.

Harvey walked over to Hermione and looked up.

Oops.

A beam of dark blue light shot straight into the sky.

Those little black dots rushing out of the blue vortex are clearly Chitauri pilots driving surfboard flying cars!

"This is what I meant by an alien invasion. How could I possibly lie to you, my dear Miss Know-It-All?"

Harvey said it with a slightly joking tone.

The Chitauri, emerging from the spatial vortex, began an indiscriminate attack on the entire New York metropolis.

Laser cannons rained down from the sky.

"Boom boom boom~~"

The deep rumble of the explosion echoed in all directions.

Fortunately, Harvey's villa is located far from the Stark Tower in Upper Manhattan.

The Chitauri attack has not yet reached this area.

Hermione stared nervously at the distant sky, already imagining that the people in that region were probably struggling amidst the fierce flames of war.

Her expression was very serious as she asked, "The Muggle government will probably send in the army, right? If we go to help, and hold out until the army arrives, we should be able to save a lot of people."

"Hahaha~" Hermione's assumption made Harvey laugh so hard he couldn't close his mouth.

"You're too naive. High-ranking officials in the U.S. government are probably trying to figure out how to drop a nuclear bomb on New York!"

"By the time the slow-moving army arrives, New York will probably have been razed to the ground by nuclear bombs!"

As a Muggle-born witch, Hermione was well aware of the power of nuclear weapons, and her face was filled with disbelief.

"How could that be? Would the Muggle government disregard the lives of tens of millions of people in New York and drop nuclear weapons to perish together with aliens?"

"Total destruction?" Harvey scoffed. "How could you possibly guess the bizarre ideas in the heads of those pot-bellied American officials?"

"For them, the most dangerous thing is not the alien invasion, but that in this sudden attack, they discovered that someone had threatened their position."