The years of welding at Hogwarts

While the group of terrorists were clamoring to prepare the tools they needed, Tony sat down at a simple table nearby and started drawing the half-finished blueprint in front of them.

Standing by, the leader watched Tony drawing with great interest, and occasionally discussed with the gangsters around him.

"This doesn't look like a Jellico missile, does it?"

One of the younger brothers was particularly good at handling things. He held an original Jellico missile in his hand and gestured, "Maybe it's because it's handmade, so it needs to be modified?"

The boss nodded, thinking this statement made sense, "This place looks like the tail wing?"

Tony didn't even look up. "Let them cool off and say they are disturbing my work."

A drop of sweat slid down Ethan's face. The lives of the three of them were still in the hands of the enemy. Was it really a good idea to confront them so harshly and ask them to leave?

Ethan, whose emotional intelligence is much higher than Tony's, finally used a more tactful statement.

"Mr. Stark said he needs a quiet environment to draw the blueprints. Can you please leave first?"

Without any anger, the leader just patted Tony on the shoulder before leaving, signaling him to work hard, and then turned around and left the workshop of this genius inventor.

The only thing left in the relatively spacious cell was

The rustling sound of pencil and paper.

After staring at the drawing in Tony's hand for a long time, even with Dr. Ethan's achievements in the field of physics, he couldn't figure out what this thing that had nothing to do with the Jellico missile was.

"Is this the bold plan you were talking about?"

Ethan couldn't help but pick up a piece of paper that Tony had casually placed next to him, "What is this?"

"Don't look at them individually, you have to stack them together."

Following Tony's instructions, Ethan picked up all the completed drawings on the table, stacked them together and laid them flat on a lamp.

When Ethan's palm swept across the paper to flatten it, a ferocious and domineering exoskeleton power armor suddenly appeared in front of him. Every exquisite detail was presented on the paper in great detail, making people marvel at Tony Stark's ingenious ideas.

"But how do you solve the power problem?"

Dr. Ethan was not overwhelmed by this big guy. He was very keenly aware of the most critical issue.

If we ignore the issue of power, even a skilled worker in a car repair shop can make such a simple set of armor by hand.

It is nothing more than giving the wearer greater power through driving methods such as air pressure or hydraulic pressure, so that the wearer can bear the heavy weight of the thick armor plate.

Even the national team can personally take part in the competition, and the giant humanoid mecha like the one in Pacific Rim is not a problem.

But how long can these extremely power-consuming giants be powered with current energy technology?

Making the battery into a backpack and carrying it on the back of the suit is a good solution. However, in this narrow cave, if the battery with poor protection on the back is hit by a ricochet bullet, this majestic steel suit will directly turn into a large iron maiden coffin.

Hearing Ethan's question, Tony, whose evil humor suddenly came out, just smiled mysteriously.

Tony deliberately kept the question a secret, and when Ethan's curiosity was aroused to the extreme, he was about to answer, "This has to start with..."

"Ark Reactor."

A very unpleasant voice suddenly sounded in the cell, "At the headquarters of Stark Industries, there is a cold nuclear fusion reactor called the Ark."

Noah, who had been lying flat, had such a low presence in the cell that both Tony and Ethan subconsciously ignored the presence of a third person.

"Although the diameter of that giant is more than 30 meters, with Tony Stark's ability, shrinking it to the size of a palm is just a piece of cake."

Hearing that what he wanted to say was preempted by this hateful brat, Tony's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, "Didn't your mother teach you that children should not interrupt when adults are talking?"

Noah just tilted his head and looked at Tony calmly.

"I'm an orphan. I haven't seen my parents since I was born. I don't even know if they are still alive. So I'm sorry, no one has taught me these things."

The dark and stuffy stone chamber immediately fell silent.

Staring at Noah's face, Tony's eyes suddenly became evasive, and he didn't dare to look directly into the other's eyes.

It took him a while to recover. This rich young man who had been a bohemian all his life lowered his noble head for a rare moment. His tone was no longer unfriendly as before, but instead revealed a sense of guilt.

"sorry, I……"

"It's okay," Noah just waved his hand casually, "I'm used to it."

Sure enough, sincerity is the most deadly weapon.

Although this trick is old-fashioned, it is particularly effective for those who still have a conscience, especially for those who have deeply experienced the love of their father and mother.

Hearing Noah say that he was used to it in such a calm tone, the guilt lingering in Tony's heart not only did not dissipate, but became even stronger.

"Listen, kid, I will definitely get you out of here..."

At this moment Tony suddenly reacted, his voice rose more than an octave, "Damn it! Your hand..."

Supporting himself on the stone platform with his hands, Noah raised his body slightly, moved the hard pillow under his head to another position, and placed it behind his back, then half-sat up.

"Is there a problem? Athletes have slightly better physical fitness and stronger recovery ability. Is that strange?"

Ethan's face was twitching. "Is this a matter of having a slightly better physical condition?"

He had never heard of any athlete in any country being able to recover from such a state where all the bones in the body were shattered, all the internal organs were damaged to varying degrees, and most of the muscles were torn!

When he saw Noah for the first time, he immediately gave Noah a critical illness notice, saying "There is no hope of saving him. Don't waste time. Send him directly to the crematorium."

As a result, the little guy lay there for two hours without dying. Ethan, who couldn't bear it, carefully carried him back to the cave.

Who would have thought that after simply feeding it some water and food, this guy who was as tenacious as a cockroach would actually wake up!

Fortunately, Ethan and Tony are also high-level intellectuals. They know that there are some strange people in this world who have all kinds of strange superpowers.

All kinds of things have a high enough acceptance capacity.

"What a tenacious kid." Tony muttered as he bent down and held a missile that looked very heavy in his hands.

But Tony, who was holding a large burden in his hand, obviously couldn't hold such a thing, so he could only...

"Ethan, come and help."

After removing the guidance device at the front end of the missile, Tony was soon searching among a pile of parts for the inconspicuous piece of metal he needed.

Watching Tony throw all the other messy parts behind him, Ethan looked curiously at the piece of silver metal he was holding with tweezers in his hand.

"what is that?"

Before Tony could answer, the voice that sounded extremely hateful to Tony's ears answered again, "That is metal palladium, an important raw material for manufacturing the Ark reactor."

Tony yelled at Noah in a somewhat frustrated tone, "If you don't speak, no one will help you to be mute!"

But the next second he realized that something seemed to be wrong, "Why do you know how to make the Ark reactor?"

With his head tilted, Noah looked at the big piece of shit who would be slapped in the face by him in the future with contempt, "You can only be considered a smart person on earth. There are many people in this world who are smarter than you."

"What do you mean?"

Tony put the metal palladium in his hand on the table, his expression was very solemn and serious, "What do you mean by 'only on Earth'?"

Noah's mouth curled up slightly. "It means exactly what it says. You don't think that humans are the only intelligent race in this vast universe, do you?"

Ethan looked incredulous, "Are you an alien?"

"Me? Alien?" Noah pointed at himself and shook his head at the two of them.

"I am not an alien, but a pure earthling."

"The one standing before you is the Dark Knight who is feared by criminals in London, the Supreme Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj, the Guardian of Azkaban and Hogwarts, the Ruler of the Dark Forest, the Leader of the Witch Saints, and the Patriarch of the Grindelwald family..."

After hearing this string of unheard of and extremely childish titles, Ethan and Tony both had expressions like old men on the subway looking at their cell phones.

The two old men, who were not very fond of the theory of idealism, looked at each other silently and saw the embarrassment in each other's eyes.

In the end, the two men regarded Noah's nonsense as the fantasy of a middle school boy who had read too many comic books. They ignored the paralyzed man and turned around to start dismantling the remaining eleven missiles.

Looking at the two people in front of him who looked like they were crazy, Noah, who had no way to prove anything, just curled his lips.

"Forget it if you don't believe it."

Feeling the situation in his body, Noah estimated his recovery speed in his mind. It would take at least five or six days for Tony to build the armor, and by that time his body would be able to recover to normal levels.

Even without using magic, with the skills he had acquired when he first debuted in London, as long as he got a gun and three or four magazines, he could kill his two burdens.

Not to mention, by then the Mark I that Tony, the rich man, had created by hand in this cave would also be able to be put into battle, so Noah would have nothing to worry about.

With Ethan's help, Tony quickly disassembled all the metal palladium from the twelve missiles, then put it into a crucible to melt it, and then used a mold to shape it into the shape he wanted -

A ring.

Watching Tony carefully place this inconspicuous palladium ring into a circular device, Ethan couldn't help but ask, "How powerful is the power generation capacity of this thing?"

"If I'm not mistaken..."

There was a hint of boasting in Tony's tone, but the moment before he opened his mouth to answer, he seemed to remember something, turned around abruptly, and shouted at Noah before he could speak.

"You little brat! Shut up!"

After interrupting Noah's spell chanting, the naturally evil old man Stark spoke the answer at an extremely fast speed before Noah could.

"With a power generation capacity of 3 billion joules per second, the giant I designed can move freely for 15 minutes."

After saying that, Shita let out a long sigh.

The feeling of being beaten to the punch twice in a row was like he was doing some secret two-person sex with the girl on the cover of Playboy magazine, and just when the bullet was about to be fired, a burly man suddenly rushed in and interrupted his spell casting, causing the gun to misfire.

That feeling of being neither up nor down can drive people crazy.

But now he finally felt comfortable.

Ethan looked speechlessly at this childish guy who was old but still got angry with a child.

God is indeed fair. While opening the door to Tony's intelligence, he also sealed the window of maturity tightly with reinforced concrete, leaving no gap at all.

After assembling the miniature cold nuclear fusion reactor in his hand and replacing the electromagnet on his chest that was powered by a car battery, Tony finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But there are no hidden dangers in the body

Until it is completely relieved, this feeling of being accompanied by death at all times will always linger in his heart.

Now he was just pushing the Grim Reaper's scythe a little further away.

Chapter 341 The plan to train Noah was set by Stark

Both Tony and Ethan knew very well that those people outside the cave would never keep their promises.

As long as they make the Jellico missiles, we'll let them go.

Once the Jericho missile was completed, the terrorists would execute them both without hesitation, and neither of them had any doubt about that.

Although he already had an escape plan in mind, Tony still had no idea how to get the two people safely away from the terrorists' territory.

Although the materials they had on hand were enough for him to build three sets of iron armor, the stock of palladium metal was not enough for him to build three Ark reactors at the same time.

Therefore, this is the only set of armor that can actually be used in battle.

If he was alone, he would have nothing to worry about.

Tony and Ethan both tacitly chose not to expose this bloody reality. The heavy pressure lingering in their hearts brought them closer to each other, and they began to confide in each other in the intervals between work.

"Where are you from?"

While cutting the missile body, Tony suddenly looked up and asked this question.

Ethan, who was helping to hold the missile, replied, "It's a small town called Grami. It's not very big, but the scenery is very beautiful. My family lives there. After I get out, the only thing I have to do is to go back to them."

Hearing such an ordinary yet beautiful word as "family", Tony was silent for a few seconds.

Ever since his parents died in a car accident in the winter of 1991, he no longer has any family to rely on. Lacking family affection and care, he longs for a happy family more than anyone else.

"Well, if you have the chance, you must take me to visit your hometown."

“There will definitely be a chance.”

Having said that, Ethan's voice unconsciously lowered, but he soon perked up again.

"What about you, Stark?"

Faced with Ethan's question, Tony, who was eloquent and talkative, fell silent. He just turned his head to glance at Ethan and went back to the work at hand.

After a long silence he answered, "No, I don't have any family."

"So you have everything and nothing."

……

In the next few days, the parts of the armor were manufactured one by one.

Due to the simplicity of the tools, Tony could only dismantle the metal shells of the missiles and recast them, using simple molds to shape them into a rough shape, and then weld these large pieces of alloy plates together to build the outer shell of the armor.