Marvel's Hogwarts Wizard

Chapter 19 Be a Hero Starting Today

"The Arahomon Opens!"

With a flick of the wand, the shop's tightly locked door was instantly opened by the mysterious magical power contained in the unlocking spell.

To be honest, in the ordinary world, Jerry could become the world's top thief and live a carefree life with just this one lock-picking spell.

Unfortunately, this is Marvel, and the unlocking spell can't stop the purple sweet potato spirit.

After pushing open the door and checking that there were no cameras, I went into the store. After searching for a while, Jerry appeared in front of the cashier, wearing a black wizard hat and a black mask that only revealed his eyes, as well as a loose black wizard robe.

He took out several bills worth a total of two hundred US dollars from his pocket, placed them on the table, and turned to leave.

He chose this method instead of spending money openly to buy the clothes, mainly because he was afraid that people would find out his purchase records by looking at the style of the clothes.

Two hundred dollars could buy at least three or four sets of his clothes, and the boss wouldn't call the police unless he was stupid.

Even if he called the police, they wouldn't care about such a trivial matter. His father was the police chief, and he knew all the intricacies involved.

Although he was a wizard, he was not one of those backward-thinking wizards born and raised in the wizarding world, so he never underestimated the power of technology in this world.

Especially since this is the Marvel universe, where some technologies far surpass those of modern times.

Actually, his Hogwarts uniform was the best battle robe, but when he returned, he was afraid that the robbers would notice something was amiss, so he only brought back the necessary wand.

After closing the shop door, Jerry, dressed in a black wizard's robe, walked through the darkness towards the high-crime areas.

Jerry's father, Haas Witt, is a sergeant in the Queens Police Department whose daily task is to maintain order in Queens.

So, as the son of a sheriff, he had some recollection of which areas in Queens were prone to crime if he paid a little attention.

The security situation in Queens is relatively good, and there haven't been any major problems. Cases like this bank robbery are relatively rare.

Once, he overheard his father, Haas, chatting with a colleague about the safety situation in New York City.

It has been said that the area with the highest crime rate is a slum in Manhattan called Hell's Kitchen. Although it only has eight streets, the amount of crime that occurs there every day is more than the entire city of New York combined.

However, Jerry has no plans to go there to earn little red stars yet.

First of all, that area is in Manhattan, which is quite far from where he is, and there is no suitable means of transportation, making it quite inconvenient to travel back and forth.

Secondly, he has only been exposed to magic for a short time, and the spells he knows are mostly supportive. Although he can use them in his superhuman form, they also have significant side effects.

To be honest, going to a place like Hell's Kitchen is quite dangerous.

There's no need to take that risk right now; we can wait until we're stronger before going.

"Wow, this is a great start!"

Jerry had just left "Lina's Magic Hut" and hadn't gone far when he noticed something unusual happening at a 24-hour convenience store on the street.

Actually, Jerry thinks calling it a small shop would be more appropriate than calling it a small supermarket.

At that moment, inside the small supermarket, a young black man dressed in a very hip-hop style was pointing a gun at the supermarket owner, an elderly Chinese woman who was estimated to be close to sixty years old.

"Hurry up, you yellow-skinned devil!"

The old woman was furious, but dared not resist. She put all the day's sales from the small supermarket's checkout counter into a small bag and placed it on the checkout table.

The young Black man was clearly a repeat offender; he wasn't even wearing a balaclava because he knew that as long as the target wasn't white, there wouldn't be too much of a problem.

In particular, since he only robbed small amounts each time, these Chinese business owners might not even report it to the police. And even if they did, the amount involved was not high, so the police would mostly just give it a perfunctory response and wouldn't put in much effort.

Some people are like that; they dare not fight back against those who have harmed them, but they dare to bully those who have been harmed in the same way as them, and they even think it is their right.

However, just as the young Black man picked up the bag on the table, which contained a few loose dollars worth over a thousand US dollars, and was about to leave, a short figure blocked the entrance to the small supermarket.

"You little bastard, get out of the way, or I'll shove your head up your ass!"

Faced with a child who was clearly dressed in a strange black wizard's robe and wearing a mask while playing house, the young black man was not polite and immediately threatened him loudly.

Unfortunately, the child in the black wizard's robes didn't seem frightened at all. Instead, he coldly replied in a completely unperturbed tone:

"Please put down the bag you're carrying!"

"I think you're looking for death!"

While the young Black man might not dare to actually shoot and kill someone, he certainly wouldn't mind teaching the other person a lesson.

So he tucked the money pouch in his left hand into his pocket, then raised his hand and pushed it forward forcefully.

He wanted to push that little brat blocking the door to the ground, then kick him a few times to teach him the harshness of society and to show him that a kid who hasn't even grown his hair yet shouldn't meddle in other people's business.

"Don't hurt the children!"

The old woman behind the counter gasped in surprise upon seeing this.

"hehe!"

Jerry watched as the young black man pushed his hand towards him. Without flinching, he quickly raised his hand, precisely grabbed the man's middle finger, and then forcefully twisted it.

"what!"

The young Black man let out a scream and immediately raised the pistol he had been holding in his right hand, ready to fire at Jerry.

"Softens quickly!"

Jerry had anticipated this and raised his wand first, casting a softening spell.

"Walter?"

The young Black man stared in disbelief at the limp, dough-like pistol in his right hand.

"Groin kick!"

Without Superman mode activated, Jerry's strength is not as great as his opponent's, so he naturally has to attack the opponent's vital points.

The young Black man, caught off guard by the gun's softening, immediately dropped the weapon, clutched his groin, and collapsed to his knees.

Jerry released the young man's fingers, quickly grabbed his hair, lifted his head, and slammed it hard against the wall next to him, knocking him unconscious.

Superman mode consumes Little Red Star and has side effects afterward, so he felt it was best not to activate it unless absolutely necessary.

"Oh my God!"

When the old woman saw Jerry quickly and easily defeat the young black robber, she couldn't help but exclaim in Chinese in amazement.

"Grandma, this is your money!"

Jerry pulled the money bag from the young Black man's arms and threw it on the counter. Then he searched the young man's pockets and found about several tens of dollars, which he put into his own pocket.

"This is my payment, Grandma. You can call the police to have this robber arrested!"

"Okay...okay, little one, thank you!"

The old woman watched as the strange child in the wizard's robe turned and left, paused for a moment, and then immediately thanked him loudly.

However, when she came to her senses, she realized that the little boy in the wizard's robe had spoken to her in fluent and natural Mandarin.

Could it be that this little boy is actually a Chinese person like her?

(End of this chapter)