The years of welding at Hogwarts

Immediately afterwards, Noah's body swelled up rapidly as if it was filled with water, and he changed from a young boy in his teens into a bearded man.

This big man was none other than himself.

"What are you going to do?"

Noah looked at his intact arms. Although he couldn't achieve a 100% complete simulation, he was still quite satisfied with his level of human body deformation.

"Human body deformation, haven't you seen it before?"

Noah's answer silenced Bucky.

Although he could understand Noah's words literally, but...

Who the hell asked you this question?

Bucky really wanted to grab Noah's clothes and roar viciously.

But considering that he has short arms now, even if he has a set of fighting skills aimed at killing, he doesn't think he can beat Noah now.

You know, Noah is also a master in close combat.

He wisely abandoned this approach.

With a stinky face, Bucky warned with a somewhat unhappy tone, "Don't do anything bad outside with my face."

Breaking the law is one thing, but the main thing is that Bucky is afraid that he will suddenly die socially in Hydra.

This seems like something his boss would do.

"I know, I know." Noah waved his hand nonchalantly.

If it wasn't for the convenience of using this face to move around in Hydra, or he would have to invent a new identity for himself in Hydra, he wouldn't bother to use Bucky's face.

In addition, he was not very familiar with the art of human body deformation, so he could only choose some familiar people around him to impersonate him.

Human body deformation has always been a very advanced, even taboo, high-tech field in transfiguration.

In any magic book on transfiguration, learners will be repeatedly warned of the dangers of human body transfiguration.

Many of the strange and terrifying creatures in this magical world are the failed products of human body deformation.

For example, the legendary Siren, who lured sailors at sea and caused their ships to run aground and become silent, or the Medusa, who had a human head and a snake body and could turn anyone who touched her into stone, or the tyrannical five-legged monster...

But the threshold to human body deformation is actually not that high.

What if he had only aimed at temporarily reshaping body tissue, as Noah had done with the permanent deformation of the troll's spine?

It's like plastic surgery, which does not fundamentally change the cells that make up the human body, but merely rearranges them into another shape.

For example, you can lengthen your skeleton to increase your height, change the shape of your facial muscles to simulate other people's faces, and deform your hair to change your hairstyle...

Just by doing this, the risk of human body deformation can be reduced to a controllable range.

Not to mention that for temporary transfiguration, after the magic disappears, the transformed object will return to its original shape.

Even if he really can't change back, the most Noah would suffer is a change in the shape of his muscles and bones. The most serious consequences would be bone dislocation, muscle cramps, etc.

In this case, he can just use Transfiguration to repair it himself.

If he still can't change back by relying on his own ability, is there no way that Professor McGonagall, the master of Transfiguration, can help him change back?

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Chapter 117 I'm going to throw some dust in your eyes

In a dark alley in London.

Sparks burst out in the air without warning, then extended to one side, turning into an arc with a connected beginning and end in the void.

A nearly perfectly circular golden portal appeared out of nowhere in the alley, and the sparks that filled the alley dispelled the darkness of the alley.

A black-haired boy slowly stepped out of the portal.

Looking at the familiar streets around him, a strange look appeared on Noah's handsome face.

This……

Isn't this the block next to Spinner's End?

He looked down at the golden card in his hand. The arrow on it, which was glowing slightly golden, was indeed pointing to a location nearby.

Unconvinced, he turned his gaze back to the street, then took a short run and jumped onto a low wall.

Stepping on several relay points protruding from the outer wall of the building, Noah easily climbed onto the roof of the house in front of him.

Looking at the exquisite cottage standing out from the dilapidated neighborhood in the distance, Noah covered his forehead helplessly.

This wave, this wave is called walking into a trap.

"Peter Parker," Noah's mouth suddenly curled up when he read the name, "I'm going to throw some dust in your eyes."

Following the guidance of the golden card in hand,

Noah, who came to the street instead of climbing up the roof to remove the tiles, soon approached a brick house with a garden.

This old Victorian-style house looked desolate, and the garden outside was completely overgrown with weeds.

The brick walls that made up the house were in a dilapidated state, with broken corners everywhere that had been damaged by the wind and rain.

Even the hinges of the door were broken. The heavy door, which had faded due to exposure to wind and sun, was tilted and ajar.

Looking through the crack in the door, one can see a thick layer of dirt and dust accumulated at the entrance.

There were a few tiny footprints scattered on it, and it looked like no other creatures had ever entered the building except for some stray cats.

Noah would not be fooled by such simple appearances.

He was sure that the little bug that always jumped out to get in the way was hiding in this house. After all, he believed that the tracking magic based on blood positioning would not deceive him.

But now is not the best time to act.

So he just looked around the house curiously, as if he was really a child passing by, and then continued to walk away, whistling happily.

Watching Noah's gradually receding back, a figure beside a small window in the attic on the top floor of the old brick house silently withdrew his gaze.

Fortunately, it was just a kid passing by.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding on to the wall, Gwen carefully kept her movements as small as possible to avoid hurting her wounds.

Lifting up her clothes, the girl looked at the horrific wound on her waist, her eyes filled with confusion about the future.

Although the bullet in the wound had been removed and the wound had been sutured by herself with needle and thread, the bullet that was very close to the lumbar spine still caused her great trouble.

The spider serum gave her super strong physique, but she was not like those guys who could grow a new body from the severed head.

Her recovery ability is only slightly stronger than that of normal humans.

It was extremely cold in London in November, but this dilapidated house only served to block the cold wind.

Afraid of being discovered by others, she huddled in the building, not even daring to light a small fire to keep warm.

All she had to keep out the cold were a few thin clothes she'd stolen from other people's homes on the block and a flimsy blanket.

The lack of food energy replenishment is very detrimental to the recovery of her wounds.

In addition to these various unfavorable external conditions, there is another very serious problem that makes the girl feel even more desperate -

This world is not the world she is familiar with at all.

She was lost in a strange and alien world.

And I can't find my way home.

Like a poor kitten licking its wounds, the girl silently wrapped herself in the blanket tightly, and buried her head slowly in her arms in a depressed mood.

……

London becomes even colder after nightfall.

The cold air outside the house was pervasive, seeping madly into the house through every possible gap.

Gwen, who had been hungry for a day, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket. Although her wounds were in unbearable pain, she decided to come out and try her luck.

If he doesn't come out to find some food to replenish the body's lack of energy, and look for some medicines that can help him recover, but instead keeps hiding in that small attic, it would really be no different from chronic suicide.

Climbing to the top floor of the tallest building nearby, braving the howling cold wind at night, Gwen's sight penetrated the distance of an entire block and fell on the exquisite building in the distance that stood out from the crowd.

She felt very strange in her heart, why there are rich people...

Not to mention the rich, anyone who can afford to build such an exquisite small Western-style house must at least be middle class.

How could such a person choose to build his house in such a slum?

But now is not the time to explore this issue.

After two days of continuous observation, Gwen noticed that the exquisite small villa had no lights on at night, and it was obvious that no one lived there.

To be precise, no one has lived here in recent days.

Looking at the clean exterior of the house and the neatly trimmed lawn in the tidy garden, it's not that the house is without an owner; they just happened to be away recently.

It is highly likely that food and medicine are stored in such a house.

Gwen slid down from the roof along the spider silk. Her injuries did not allow her to swing on the silk, so she could only slowly grope her way along the dark street.

Walking to the wrought iron gate outside the garden, Gwen simply stretched out her hand and broke the iron lock wrapped around the door.

Trying to make as little noise as possible, she pushed the heavy gate open a little, slid her slender body through the gap, and walked silently to the cobblestone path in the garden leading to the house.

Arriving at the front door of the house, she inserted a thin wire into the door lock and started the reciprocating motion.

But no matter how hard she tried, this door lock, which was obviously very simple in structure, did not budge at all, as if it had been rusted from the inside.

It was the same as before, with no intention of opening it at all.

Gwen, who originally didn't want to destroy the house and damage the owner's property, became a little anxious.

Try one more minute!

If the broken door lock still cannot be opened after a minute, she will break in by force.

Just as Gwen was about to continue fiddling with the door lock, her sensitive spider sense made her aware that a gaze suddenly fell on her back.

This instantly made her hair stand on end.

"who are you?"

He reacted immediately, not caring about the injury on his waist, and turned around to face Gwen, who was looking at him. The first thing he did was to shoot spider silk.

But what came into her sight was just a black-haired little boy who looked to be about ten years old, with a pair of grey-green eyes that were harmless and without any hostility.

She abruptly stopped the action of shooting spider silk, her finger less than half a centimeter away from the button of the spider silk shooter.

There was a sharp pain in the wound on his waist. It was obvious that the movement of twisting his body was too large, which aggravated the injury.

The dark red blood slowly seeped through the gauze and clothes.

Forcibly enduring the pain, Gwen leaned her body against the door panel behind her inconspicuously to relieve the pressure of her body weight on her lumbar spine.

Just as she was extremely anxious and thinking quickly about how to make this little boy who appeared here at an inappropriate time go away, the boy's words made her extremely embarrassed in an instant.

"Why did you pick the lock of my door?"

The boy calmly took out a two-meter-long wooden stick from his back. His hands, which were tightly holding the stick, were trembling slightly. It seemed that his heart was not as calm as his expression.

Gwen scratched her blonde hair awkwardly. "Ahaha, well..."

She was being treated as a thief, even though her current behavior was no different from that of a thief.

Or should we just knock him out and just go with the flow?

Chapter 118 Water of Life and Death

Noah tightly grasped the Fang Tian Hua Ji with the halberd head removed in his hand, and his surprise was no less than that of Gwen opposite him.

His tracking magic told him that the blonde girl in front of him was the one he was looking for, the culprit who had been causing all kinds of trouble for Hydra in recent times.

Spider-Gwen?

The Spider-Man of the parallel world, Gwen Stacy, replaced Peter Parker who was originally bitten by the spider.

As for the original Peter, he accidentally became Dr. Lizard.

Although I don't know how the other party found this house that was hidden by Snape with a Muggle-Repelling Charm.