The years of welding at Hogwarts

"It's incredible. With such serious injuries, he can still be alive?"

A strange man's voice sounded.

Another voice that sounded in the darkness seemed familiar to Noah, "He won't live much longer."

"No, his condition is not getting worse, but is gradually..."

The man's tone revealed some lack of confidence in his own observations. "Is it still... getting better?"

The voice that Noah felt was somewhat familiar rang out again, "How is that possible? Although I am not an expert in the medical field, I can tell you very clearly that a person with such injuries will never get better."

The man had no intention of paying attention to his chatterbox companion. "We need to feed him something."

Noah felt something hard touching his lips, and he felt a warm current flowing into his body from his throat. However, this warm current, which was obviously brought by some liquid food, did not help Noah recover from his injuries at all.

After all, his body was not just physically injured. Noah could sense that a considerable portion of the violent energy from Gryffindor's sword still remained in his body, entangled with the magic power in his body, which seriously hindered his recovery.

With the help of barely recovered

Noah realized that he was rescued, but...

Hasn't this world been destroyed?

Apart from him, there is Gryffindor, the culprit who caused all this, and the only living thing in that mysterious underground palace is the beehive.

Including the Scarlet Witch who was in the bronze coffin and didn't know whether to live or die, there were only three and a half people in total.

So, where did these two men who seemed to have saved him and were treating him come from?

When Noah opened his eyes again and regained some control over his body, he was surprised to find that he was now in a completely unfamiliar place.

No, it can’t be said to be a completely unfamiliar place.

The dim light illuminated the surrounding rock walls.

here……

"you're awake?"

Chapter 339 An unexpected meeting

"Oh my God! It's a miracle!"

"If God really exists in this world, then he should send a group of curvy angels to the earth to kill these so-called freedom fighters."

The man's frivolous tone was full of disdain for his companion, "Instead of throwing down a half-paralyzed cripple like this from the sky."

Noah didn't pay any attention to what the two men in front of him said. He could only make a simple movement like turning his head. His attention was all focused on the sweaty, unshaven man in front of him.

Nuoyuan was not unfamiliar with this man's identity.

His father was a legendary scientist in American history, one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D., and was hailed as the greatest weapons inventor of the 20th century.

Having inherited his father's good genes, he is naturally gifted. At the age of four, he could rub out a circuit board in his garage by hand. At the age of six, he could build a complex engine. At the age of seventeen, he graduated from MIT and obtained doctorates in multiple fields.

After his father's death, he took over Stark Industries, the largest arms group in America founded by his father.

"Tony Shit?"

Noah never thought that the first person he met after waking up would be Iron Man Tony Stark, who was slapped by him and had a gem taken away by him on the battlefield of the end game, and who was a mortal who was comparable to a god.

The man next to him, wearing a gray suit, still maintained a neat and gentlemanly face even though he had not taken a bath for a long time in such an environment with severe water scarcity.

This person must be Dr. Hou Ethan, who sacrificed himself to become Iron Man.

When Ethan heard this weird name coming out of Noah's mouth, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Although he reacted extremely quickly and covered his mouth to stop laughing, the sudden laugh had already attracted a deadly look from Tony next to him.

After warning his companions with his eyes, Tony's face darkened and his tone was quite unfriendly.

"Boy, I am your savior."

Noah only briefly glanced at the lead-acid battery Tony was holding, with several dirty wires extending from it to his chest.

It seems that at this point in time Tony has not had time to miniaturize the Ark reactor and then install it on his chest.

So the time now should not have been long since Tony was attacked, and Tony should have just agreed to the Ten Rings' request to make the Jericho missile for them.

The idea of ​​building the Iron Man suit had just come up, so the power source of Mark I had not yet been completed.

Noah, who was taught by Snape, was as vicious and merciless as his Potions teacher.

"You are dying, and you are still trying to save others? Once the battery runs out of power, the tiny shrapnel hidden in your blood vessels will kill you in less than three minutes."

It can't be said that he didn't mind Noah's offensive words at all, it was simply because Noah was only a child in his teens. Even if Tony was petty, he would not fall to the point of arguing with a child.

He was just a little curious and surprised about the way this child appeared out of nowhere.

How could there be someone in this world who could fall from the sky like a fireball, smash through the several-meter-thick rock wall of a cave, and not die on the spot, but instead regain consciousness despite such serious injuries?

And now, this child could see the injuries on his body at a glance, which made Tony even more curious about this child who was full of mysteries.

"you are a doctor?"

"I'm not a doctor."

With his hands behind his back, Noah struggled hard to sit up from the dirty hospital bed. This thing couldn't even be called a hospital bed. It was simply a relatively flat stone platform with a relatively soft mattress on it.

Noah, who was extremely disgusted with such environmental conditions, was ultimately unable to get up. The severe pain that surged from his limbs prevented him from taking the next step.

"Hey! Kid, be careful!"

Dr. Ethan, who is a good man, saw Noah's head hit hard.

Back on the stone platform, he was so scared that he rushed forward to support him.

However, although he knew Noah's current physical condition very well, he did not dare to touch Noah rashly, for fear that the comminuted fractures all over Noah's body would worsen again.

and many more!

You are a patient with comminuted fractures all over your body! How on earth can you still support yourself with your hands behind your back and half-raise your body!

Dr. Ethan's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and Tony next to him only then realized what was happening, "You..."

Even if he studied for a PhD in mechanical engineering in college, anyone who was not a complete idiot could tell that given Noah's physical condition, he should be paralyzed from the neck down.

If he could see through my injuries at a glance, it could be explained by the fact that he had seen other patients with similar conditions before. But now...

"Mutant?"

Having completely given up the idea of ​​sitting up and talking to Tony, Noah, who was lying flat on the stone platform, just shook his head slightly, "I'm neither a doctor nor a mutant."

His next words stunned both Ethan and Tony.

"But I can help you solve the hidden dangers in your body once and for all."

Strange as a surgeon can't fix Tony's injuries, but Strange as Doctor Strange can.

If Doctor Strange can do it, then Noah Shafrin, the Sorcerer Supreme, can naturally do it too.

Just when Tony was stunned, the big iron door at the entrance of this dimly lit detention room, which would also serve as his studio for the next half month, suddenly opened.

The heavy iron door hit the wall of the cave with a loud bang.

Before he had time to figure out the origins of this mysterious child, he had the audacity to say that he could help him get rid of the shrapnel in his heart.

The sound of chaotic footsteps at the door interrupted Tony's thoughts.

The instinct for survival made Tony raise his hands above his head instantly. Ethan next to him did the same thing. His movements were quick and neat, like a French soldier who had experienced many battles.

The next second, a group of armed men dressed in the style of the simple and honest folk customs of Central Asia came in one after another.

For a moment, the noisy foreign languages ​​filled the prison, which was not very big to begin with, until a slightly fat bald man walked in from the door with an overbearing gait as if he did not recognize anyone, and the whole room returned to silence.

Without even looking at Noah who was lying half-dead on the stone platform, the bald man just waved toward the door, and a large group of people came in carrying boxes of various sizes.

A burst of completely incomprehensible bird language came out of the mouth of the warlord-like Bald Qiang at an extremely fast speed. Ethan, who was proficient in multiple languages, consciously took on the task of translation.

"All the raw materials needed to make the Jellico missile are here. He asked you to check if there is anything missing. If not, you can start working."

Listening to Ethan's translation, even though he was extremely reluctant, when he thought that his next escape plan all relied on this pile of materials that looked no different from scrap metal, Tony could only lower his proud head and humbly answer yes.

Seeing that this conceited rich playboy had to submit to his authority, an ugly smile appeared on the bald man's face.

"Take that useless guy away with me too."

After simply saying this, the bald man turned around and was about to leave, but Ethan on the side looked panicked and quickly conveyed the words of the warlord-looking man to Tony.

"They're taking you away!"

"Hey!" Tony, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up and shouted at the other person's back, "I have another condition! Leave him here! I will build Jellico for you!"

Ethan's eyes widened, but this was indeed the only option they had at the moment.

Otherwise, if a disabled person like Noah who is unable to move was taken away by them, there would be no other fate for him except being brutally shot.

He translated Tony's words into a language that the warlord could understand at the same fast speed. Tony's inconsistent words immediately made the bald man furious.

Because he was lying at a bad angle, even with the corner of his eye he couldn't catch what was happening at the door, but Noah could clearly hear the sound of a bullet being loaded.

Facing the black muzzle of the gun pointed directly at his head, Ethan tried his best to stay calm, "We just ask for a little more food. A useless person doesn't need much supplies."

"Tony said he would help you build missiles. He only made one request, which was to keep the child. This condition is a piece of cake for you."

The bald man's hideous face was so close that Tony, who didn't like men, couldn't help but tilt his head back as much as he could, trying to avoid the deadly breath emanating from the bald man's mouth, which hadn't been brushed for who knows how long.

After staring at Tony for a long time, the leader finally snorted coldly, "Don't try any tricks."

Regardless of whether Tony could understand what he said, the bald man turned around and

The man left this future missile production workshop without looking back.

The gang of men behind him also left.

Nearly half a minute passed before Tony felt his body, which had become stiff due to panic, gradually returning to normal.

He glanced unhappily at Noah, who had been silent since the beginning.

I don't know what kind of mentality he had, but he was so bold as to negotiate with the murderous leader just because of this child whose identity was a mystery even though he could hardly protect himself.

"Boy, you owe me your life."

Noah just curled his lips in response to Tony's words and had no intention of arguing with Tony.

It is true that his current physical condition is extremely bad, but this does not mean that he is now a weak chicken that can be slaughtered at will by these little Karamis.

All the bones in his body were broken. For an ordinary person, this would mean high paraplegia below the neck.

But for a wizard, even if all the bones in his body were pulled out, he could still move freely relying on magic.

Although the magic power in his body is now so weak that it is even weaker than that of a newborn baby, Noah did not say that he could not temporarily borrow some high-interest loans from old man Vishanti to spend.

He just didn't want to bear high interest for no reason because of these little Karami, so he patiently waited for his own source of magic power to recover.

He used magic to control his body to move when his bones had not yet recovered. The price he had to pay was pain all over his body and further aggravation of his injuries.

If he is really pissed off, this small price would be acceptable.

But these weaklings who call themselves freedom fighters are not worthy!

Seeing that the little brat, whose only moving part was his mouth, had no intention of arguing with him, Tony shifted his gaze from him to the batch of second-hand 50% new industrial raw materials that had just arrived.

Holding the battery removed from the car, Tony inspected the raw materials on the ground, then turned to look at the only other person in the cell who could move freely.

"I have a bold idea, maybe..."

Chapter 340 Sincerity is the most deadly weapon

In the cave, which was only illuminated by a few dim light bulbs, there was a bustling scene.

Holding the battery in his arms, Tony Stark's eyes were bright and revealed the confidence of a genius mechanical engineer. He was commanding a group of freedom fighters who were called by the warlord to work as coolies to carry the old weapons from Stark Industries.

One after another, missiles that were outdated but still extremely advanced in this chaotic and backward area were dismantled, their valuable spare parts removed, and then piled up in designated locations according to categories.

"I need more light. It's too dark here to work."

"In addition, I also need welding equipment, either acetylene or propane torches, a welding table, a helmet and goggles, a crucible, and two sets of precision measuring tools..."

Ethan frowned, trying hard to translate the nouns that came out of Tony's mouth into words that these freedom fighters who could barely read could understand.

However, this passionate scene had nothing to do with Noah.

He just lay quietly on his bed, watching everything in front of him coldly, and patiently waited for his body to recover to the point where he could move freely.

In his eyes, the group of Ten Commandments Gang members in front of him were already a group of dead people, it was just a matter of time.

Without expecting to restore his strength to its peak, even if he could only get out of bed and move, Noah had enough confidence to break the necks of these people.