Hogwarts professor in Marvel

Because of cognitive conflicts, practicing magic will be difficult.

He could have understood it originally, after all, a scientist and a musician have completely different perspectives on things.

Well, he had verified this in bed.

Result...After seeing this scene, Tony now doubts whether Lockhart is fooling him.

But he didn't say anything. He walked forward silently, called Jarvis, put the materials on the machine, and pressed the button.

The next moment, a glass cover rose up, covering the material, and at the same time, some tiny robotic arms emerged above the material.

Start cutting, melting, casting, carving and more.

It was as if a doctor was performing surgery on a patient; precise, powerful, and complex.

As time passed, soon, under Lockhart's gaze, a simple gold Galleon appeared before his eyes.

At the same time, Tony next to him introduced: "This is the basic gold galleon. The magic power of the goblins has not yet been added. Later, it will be immersed in magic radiation and undergo a certain degree of fine-tuning."

As he spoke, Jin Galleon entered a closed space, and through the glass he could only see a large amount of purple light flashing continuously.

At this moment, Lockhart was feeling the change in the magic power consumption of the copied machine.

Sure enough, there are certain differences between technology and magic.

With the help of the Ark reactor, a large amount of energy is consumed and magic power is also being depleted.

It was originally estimated to last 10 days, but at this rate, it will only last about 3 to 4 days.

But it doesn't matter. He has accumulated a lot of magic power through magic cards before. As long as it is adjusted in a certain way, it can be used to make up for the loss of magic power.

Although the consumption is a bit high.

As the thought turned, a moment later, a golden Galleon was picked up by a mechanical arm and placed in front of Tony and Lockhart.

"Look, it's the same as before." Tony said to Lockhart, but his tone was a little unhappy.

The casting machine that I spent a lot of effort to make was copied by the other party through magic.

To Tony, this was a kind of irony to himself.

He also wanted to see how embarrassed the other person would be when he had no money.

After all, the other party was just a wizard, not the heir to a company, so he didn't believe that the other party could come up with billions of dollars in a short period of time.

"Tony, this machine is good. Give me 10 first. Come and pick them up in 2 to 3 months and I'll pay you then." Lockhart said generously.

Well, although the copy spell is feasible, it consumes a lot of magic power, and it is easy to produce unknown changes as time goes by.

After all, it's just a spell, not a magical equipment.

It's OK for short-term use, but for a long time, it's better to use a real machine for casting gold galleons.

Besides, isn’t Hydra’s money his money?

Two or three months would be enough for him to control a certain amount of Hydra power, and with billions of dollars, he believed he could squeeze out enough.

At the very least, Nick Fury has embezzled so much money, it's time for him to give some of it to contribute to the peace of the wizarding world.

Hasn't S.H.I.E.L.D. always claimed to maintain world peace? If there is a chance, they should really be allowed to pick up their responsibilities again.

Well, it’s such a happy decision.

"By the way, Tony, you should have some Ark Reactors in stock, so bring a few as well. I'll transfer the money to you when the time comes."

Hearing what Lockhart said, Tony looked at Lockhart with suspicion.

Can you come up with so much money?

Don't fool yourself when the time comes. You've done everything, but you won't have any money to give him.

Although it doesn't cause much of a burden to him, it is still disgusting.

Looking at Tony's suspicious eyes, Lockhart naturally knew what the other party was thinking. After thinking about it, he took a few steps back and kept some distance from Tony.

Then he waved his wand, and instantly, a pyramid made of gold blocks appeared in front of Tony.

Then, Lockhart said, "Don't worry, I have plenty of money. Billions of dollars, right?"

"Give me some time. I have a lot of antique paintings and calligraphy, as well as gold and other things. I have more than a dozen pyramids like the one just now. A few billion dollars is more than enough."

As if sensing Lockhart's indifferent tone, and looking at the mountain of gold appearing before his eyes, Tony walked up to him with some disbelief.

He casually pulled out a gold nugget and called Jarvis to test it.

Then...he was silent.

I originally thought that Lockhart only knew some magic at most and might not be as wealthy as him.

As a result, it seemed like I was slapped in the face again.

Looking at Tony's expression, Lockhart's lips curled up.

Of course, he couldn't have so many gold nuggets. Most of them were copied in advance using the copying spell.

The piece that Tony picked up, or to be more precise, the piece that Lockhart guided him to pick up.

It was a gold nugget he had bought before, so naturally, it was impossible to detect any problem.

Well, this is a white lie, and I have absolutely no intention of showing off or getting slapped in the face.

It's mainly to reassure Tony.

Afterwards, Lockhart put away the mountain of gold and said to Tony nonchalantly, "Don't worry, Tony. Money is not of much value to us wizards."

Tony was speechless after hearing Lockhart's Versailles words.

It seemed like he had said this to other people before.

Hearing Lockhart mention it again, and thinking about the pyramids just now, I felt an inexplicable bad feeling in my heart.

He could only nod helplessly.

Then, Lockhart's words caught his attention.

"Tony, have you ever developed micro positioning and monitoring equipment? I can use it."

Chapter 244 Embarrassed Spider-Man Peter

At night, in Hell's Kitchen, in an unfinished building.

At the entrance of the building, the street lights that sometimes light up and sometimes go out add a touch of weirdness to the dim building.

"Remi, do you know the magic of lighting? Is the instructor right behind us? Did we go to the wrong place this time?..."

Spider-Man Peter, standing at the door, chattering to Remi beside him.

"Shut up, Peter." Vera next to him shouted directly. After hearing it, Peter looked at Vera and shut his mouth awkwardly.

Since Vera was the captain of this operation, the instructor specifically emphasized that everything must be done under the captain's orders.

Well, it’s definitely not because Vera is beautiful.

Remi, who was standing next to him, saw Peter's frustrated look and curled his lips. This chatterbox deserved it.

From training with him on a regular basis, Remi knew that Peter was a chatterbox.

But there was no good way. I wanted to use a silencing spell or a tongue-locking spell on him, but unfortunately, he dodged it.

Seeing that magic was of no use, Remi simply fought poison with poison. He was not the kind of person who would sit there and wait for death.

Despite all the bickering, their relationship is still pretty good and they can be considered a pair of good friends.

Today, I was naturally happy to see Peter suffer a defeat and was about to make some sarcastic remarks.

Seeing Vera looking over, he swallowed his mocking words and said, "Peter, the battle is about to begin. Use your trash talk tactics when the real battle begins."

Well, I couldn't help it in the end.

"What is the trash talk tactic? I was..." Peter couldn't help but open his mouth, but before he could say a few words, he saw Vera's serious expression and immediately shut up. He glared at Remi and covered his mouth with his hands to indicate that he would not say any more.

Vera looked at the two of them helplessly.

Peter's arrival seemed to have unlocked some magical attribute in Remi, and his chatterboxness increased significantly.

Finally, Vera said seriously: "Peter, Ian, Remi, the enemy has left for unknown reasons in the last operation. The information we collected again this time shows that there are many deaf-mute people and the gangsters who are responsible for guarding them."

"We must act according to the plan, try to eliminate the bandits as quickly as possible, and reduce the casualties of the deaf and mute people."

"Understand?"

The three of them nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Vera nodded and continued, "Peter, you have strong perception and insight, and spider silk is very convenient. You are responsible for detection and rescue of the deaf and dumb to prevent them from being accidentally harmed."

"Ian, you are responsible..."

"Remi, you go..."

Soon, after Vera finished explaining her general plan, the three of them felt that there was no problem, so they nodded directly, then dispersed and sneaked into the building according to the plan.

Peter looked at the dark building in front of him, thought for a moment, and pointed his wrist towards the wall of the building.

In an instant, a thin white spider silk shot upwards, then leaped up and used the force to climb up the wall of the building.

At the same time, let go of your perception and feel the breath of life around you.

3rd floor, no.

There are none on the 4th, 5th and 6th floors either.

There is one on the 7th floor, but upon closer inspection, it seems to be for the toilet.

But you have to feel a little nervous, because it seems that you are getting close to the enemy's base camp.

He quickly climbed to the 9th floor and felt a lot of life inside. After thinking about it, Peter continued to climb one more floor and found that he could also sense a lot of life.

The same is true for the 11th and 12th floors.

It was not until the 15th floor that the whole floor was empty.

Afterwards, Peter returned to the restaurant and entered through the side window, carefully observing the surrounding environment while trying to listen to the other party's location.

After entering this floor, Peter found that this place seemed to have been artificially transformed.

Every few steps, there is a wall, forming one single room after another.

I walked closer and observed carefully, and found that in each single room, there were more than a dozen deaf-mute people working, making white powder.

At the same time, there was a gunman sitting on a chair in each single room, who seemed to be supervising the work of these deaf-mute people, and from time to time there were people patrolling outside the single room.

After roughly assessing the situation, Peter found a relatively safe corner, stretched out his arm, focused his mind on the Golden Dragon Magic Mark, and passed the information he saw to Vera and the other two.

Soon, Vera asked through the brand: "Peter, are you sure that there are gangsters on the 9th to 14th floors, these 5 floors, and there are no gangsters in other places?"

"Also, except for the 9th floor, are the other 4 floors the same as you described? How many gangsters are there in total? How many deaf-mute people are imprisoned?......"

Peter felt a little embarrassed when he heard the series of questions from Vera.

He hadn't thought about it in such detail just now, and came over to report the information when he felt it was about right.

Then......

He walked back slowly and continued to collect intelligence.

Vera, who was on the third floor, saw Peter was slow to respond and a frown flashed across her forehead.

How could she not know that Peter had probably not yet collected all the intelligence before he started reporting?

I sighed softly and suddenly felt a little tired. It turned out that what the teacher said was right, stupid teammates are the most hateful.

Fortunately, Peter has not fallen into the category of a bad teammate.

However, the instructor was reminded later to train Peter in this area.

After a while, he felt the message from Peter and came back to start thinking quickly. This situation was great for them, a group of wizards.

As long as it is properly controlled, each single room can form an enclosed space that is not easily noticed.

With her thoughts turning, Vera began to give tasks to Ian, Remi and Peter through magic marks.

Ian and Remi, who received the message, quickly rushed to the 9th floor.

After sensing Peter's location through the brand and saying hello, Ian and Remi looked at the three gangsters patrolling back and forth and waved their wands directly.

Silent!