The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 14 Big Boss

For the remainder of the academic year, Weiss was completely absorbed in Nicolas Flamel's alchemy notebooks.

If Wes had acquired a panel that displayed the increase in proficiency, then at this moment, things like... would probably start popping up one after another above his head.

Alchemy +1

Alchemy +1

Alchemy +10086

Such a prominent reminder.

Soon, the stressful final exams were approaching, and students and professors alike became increasingly busy.

Even Wes, who is usually relatively lenient with his students, assigned homework after every class, a move that naturally drew complaints and dissatisfaction from many students.

However, Weiss did not soften his stance, since the students' grades were closely linked to his assessments at school and he could not afford to be careless.

He had only read a tiny fraction of the vast collection of books in the library, and he didn't want to be expelled from school for being too lenient with his students.

As for the original plot and other such content, Wescher had long since completely forgotten about it.

The end of the semester has finally arrived.

To Wes's great relief, none of the students in the Magic Rune class received a grade as bad as P (poor) or D (terrible).

Several outstanding students even achieved excellent (O) grades.

This result surprised Weiss, who had thought that this old and somewhat difficult elective course might not receive much attention or engagement from students.

It seems that the students are quite dedicated to the course and have put in a lot of effort.

As students left school one after another, happily heading home to enjoy their summer vacation, the professors also gradually departed.

The once bustling and magical Hogwarts has gradually lost its hustle and bustle.

And Wes is about to embark on a brand new adventure full of unknown challenges.

All of this was because a brand new text quietly appeared in that section of the panel world—"#@養金%￥".

"What a coincidence? Or is it because of the Philosopher's Stone?" Wes muttered to himself, before disappearing from the spot.

(Tens of thousands of words are omitted here; please use your imagination to fill in the blanks.)

In New York City in the Marvel universe, there's a potions shop called Hogwarts.

Wes appeared out of nowhere, his face beaming with undisguised joy.

"A great harvest, a great harvest!" Wes couldn't wait to start taking stock of his abundant gains from this trip.

There were countless piles of gold, piled up like mountains.

A large number of precious Philosopher's Stones shimmered with a captivating yet ominous red light.

There are also various notebooks recording alchemy.

"I never expected to witness the fusion of 'artificial humans' and 'truth'."

Wes was still shaken.

"I was almost swallowed up by 'truth' back then."

There are huge and significant differences between the alchemy in the "#@遊金%￥" world and the alchemy in the Harry Potter world. These differences have given Wes great inspiration and enlightenment, allowing him to have a completely new breakthrough and improvement in his understanding and knowledge of alchemy.

Weiss meticulously inventoried his several laboratories and warehouses.

"These potions are of no use to me anymore, I'll sell them all."

Looking at the mountain of gold bars before him, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "From now on, I can be considered a very wealthy man."

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that Wes skillfully dispelled the "Muggle Expulsion Curse" and the "Confusion Curse".

The Potions Shop at Hogwarts has reopened.

Before long, well-informed New York elites caught wind of the news and rushed to the shop.

It should be noted that a full year has passed, and the potions that these powerful and wealthy individuals had previously purchased have long since been completely used up.

Therefore, the atmosphere at this auction was exceptionally intense, and Wes's stock of potions was cleared out at an astonishing speed.

Two hours later, the auction came to a successful conclusion, and everyone left satisfied.

Only Tony Stark remained.

He was holding a bottle of red wine and walked calmly to Wes' side.

"Want to have a drink with me?" His tone was casual and unrestrained.

Wes didn't respond immediately, but just stared at him coldly.

"Mr. or Mrs. Magician, please don't look at me so coldly."

Tony Stark didn't seem to care about Wes's reaction.

"Tony Stark, you've broken the rules," Wes said in a deep, serious voice.

"So what? You want to kill me? Go ahead."

Tony Stark waved his hand dismissively, his face showing complete indifference.

Then, looking around, he said, "Where's the cup? Or do you want to blow directly into the bottle?"

Wes was filled with doubt; what on earth had Tony Stark gone mad today?

With a gentle flip of his hands, two exquisite cups instantly appeared in his palms.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

"Wow!" Tony Stark exclaimed dramatically, "This amazing magic!"

The wine glasses were quickly filled with fragrant wine.

"This bottle of wine cost me a full 300 million dollars."

After saying that, Tony Stark downed the glass of red wine in one gulp without hesitation.

The manner in which he appeared to be savoring the wine was not one of quiet contemplation, but rather one of unrestrainedly venting some kind of inner emotion.

After downing three full glasses of wine, Tony Stark's face began to flush noticeably.

"You know what? I'm going to die." Tony Stark said, taking off his jacket and pointing to the device on his chest. "This thing was my lifeline, but now it's about to become the deadly weapon that kills me. It's ridiculous."

[So the plot has already progressed to this stage.]

"It's incredibly ironic that a superhero can't even save his own life."

Tony Stark started talking non-stop.

Finally, he let out a long breath, releasing all the pent-up frustration in his heart.

"This feels amazing. I've actually told you, a complete stranger, these deepest secrets of my heart. I don't even know your name, or whether you're male or female. Anyway, thank you for listening to my nonsense."

At this moment, Tony Stark seemed to have finally put down the heavy burden he had carried for so long. He appeared much more relaxed, and his eyes gradually became clearer.

"Are you about to die?" Wes asked.

"That's right." Tony Stark shrugged.

Wes pulled out a vial of potion and tossed it to Tony Stark.

"What is this?" Tony Stark asked curiously as he took the potion.

"An experimental subject." Wes said calmly, without lying. "This is a new potion I've developed, containing a large amount of life force, but its side effects are currently unclear."

In fact, this potion was carefully created by Wes using the Philosopher's Stone to mix antidotes and recovery potions, but he was always worried about not being able to find a suitable test subject.

As a crucial protagonist in the Marvel universe, Tony Stark will certainly not die easily before he completes his mission.

For Wes, he was the perfect experimental subject.

"I have palladium poisoning, you understand? It's an extremely dangerous radioactive substance. Never mind, I'll give it a try."

After Tony Stark finished speaking, he waved goodbye to Wes: "Anyway, thank you for listening to me. If I'm lucky enough to survive, I'll definitely give you feedback."

After Wes closed the shop door, he turned around and was surprised to find a bald woman in a gorgeous gold robe sitting quietly in a chair.

Weiss was initially startled, but quickly regained his composure.

He removed his mask and respectfully bowed to the woman with a standard monk's salute: "Greetings, Venerable Master."

The Ancient One chuckled softly and replied, "Hello, Wizard Erwin."

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(End of this chapter)