Magic Journey from Hogwarts

On Christmas Day, a heavy snow covered the entire city.

Daisy and Wanda, who came to the Fortune Telling House for vacation, built a snowman outside the house and then went to the mall to shop.

Aaron decorated the Christmas tree in the house and sat in front of the fireplace, warming himself by the fire and completing the first work of his life.

“You haven’t finished writing that book yet!” Hela casually pulled a fruit from the Christmas tree and said teasingly while eating it.

"I have already set the standard I want, but I want to write a story about a demon and an ending, which is not so easy." Aaron sighed with some melancholy, "Also, Your Highness Hela, I transformed that Christmas tree from the Nectar Tree, and I saved it for dinner."

The nectar tree is worth one thousand delicious points. The whole tree is an edible delicious dessert. It was originally several dozen meters tall, but because the thought body had to eat and did not store energy, most of it was distributed to the star Bohart. He only kept a section of the trunk to make a Christmas tree.

“Don’t be so stingy. Ninety-nine percent of it will be kept to feed the dragons anyway.” Hela glanced at Abe who was squatting next to the sofa. Her meaning was self-evident.

Aaron was speechless and glared at Abe in anger.

The Holy Dragon's drool had already flowed all over the floor. If he hadn't been guarding the house, not even half of the nectar tree would have been left.

As night fell, Aaron, Hela, Jane, Daisy, Wanda, Abe and Pietro, who was temporarily pulled over to make up the numbers, sat around the dining table and enjoyed this extraordinarily sumptuous Christmas dinner together.

A whole Christmas tree decorated with all kinds of dreamy ingredients was divided into one big piece and six small pieces. One of the big pieces was put into Abe's food bowl, and the remaining six small pieces were divided equally among the others. You would have thought it was the dragon in charge!

Although he felt a little awkward, Aaron was still very satisfied with the festive atmosphere of this Christmas. His first Christmas in this world was quite boring, and he could only comfort himself by using magic to create the illusion of a monk.

After the dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Aaron did not pull the drunk Daisy to do sex in bed. He kissed her on the forehead and immersed his consciousness in the spiritual world.

"Uh... Merry Christmas!" The little rascal smiled a little forcedly. "I haven't had a holiday for more than half a month. Master, are you making me too nervous?"

"You feel wronged, don't you?"

"No, no, how could I feel wronged!"

"If you don't have a holiday, do I have one?" Aaron said speechlessly, and then opened a Kamar-Taj-style portal, bringing the little rascal to a snowy forest.

A manna tree decorated like a Christmas tree stands here, with various decorative ingredients hanging on its branches, which looks particularly tempting under the moonlight.

"This?" The little rascal tilted his head in confusion, not understanding what Aaron meant.

"It's impossible to take a holiday, but I still have to wish you a Merry Christmas." Aaron said as he took out a light white wand suitable for ladies from the space magic circle, "This is a Christmas present for you!"

"For me?" The little rascal was a little flattered. "For my wand?"

Aaron showed a mysterious smile, "This is called a Muggle wand. As the name suggests, it is a wand that ordinary people can use. Its magic power comes from the magic crystal at the handle.

I made some modifications to its appearance. Although it can only use the simplest levitation spell, the magic power in your body can charge the magic crystal."

"So it's like I learned the levitation spell?"

"That's understandable, but the heavier the floating object, the more magic power it consumes."

"I won't treat it as a toy." said the little rascal immediately.

"That would be great, but more importantly, it can change its form." Aaron said as he brought the wand close to the little rascal's wrist. The wand automatically bent and turned into a pale white bracelet inlaid with gems and put it on her wrist. "The effect is the same as if you were holding the wand."

The little rascal looked at the bracelet in surprise, "Can I try it?"

"of course can."

The little rascal took a few steps forward and stretched out his right hand towards the white snowflakes floating in the sky.

As the magic power was input, the magic wand on the wrist trembled slightly, and the falling snowflakes floated in the air.

"Oh my god! I feel like I'm God."

"It's better not to say that." Aaron's mouth twitched, "This universe has heaven and hell, and I can't defeat God."

The little rascal stuck out his tongue and stopped casting the spell, "It's just a joke."

"My shadow warrior will deliver this wand to your bed, and you will be able to see it when you wake up.

You have received your Christmas present and can start training now."

"Okay, my respected master." The little rascal said perfunctorily, then took out Aaron's white magic wand and practiced the Patronus Charm.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A cloud of white mist shot out from the front of the wand, dispelling the coldness in the air.

After practicing the Patronus Charm for more than half a month, even with magic power close to that of a grand magician and the guidance of a professional wizard like him, she was still unable to summon a Patronus, and could not even fully summon a shield.

However, compared to her initial performance, it is an improvement, but not a huge one.

As for Kamar-Taj's energy whip, she was able to condense it, but its combat effectiveness was somewhat disappointing.

Aaron was not surprised by this. Before becoming a mutant, Rogue was just an innocent girl, and it was not realistic for her to become a warrior in such a short time.

......

More than two weeks later, Daisy's vacation ended.

Aaron personally saw her off and returned to his life alone in bed.

However, the peaceful days did not last long, and Coulson called.

"Aaron, this time it's really something very important."

"Come on! What happened to you is not important!" Aaron complained speechlessly, "I'll give you ten seconds. After you finish speaking, I'll consider whether to help you or not."

"Simmons is missing."

"Wow! This is really urgent!

Don't tell me she was thrown into the sea again. I'm not responsible for retrieving the body. You should figure it out on your own!" Aaron said perfunctorily and hung up the phone.

"You won't help?" Wanda asked with some confusion.

"There are too many missing people in this world. Do you think SHIELD can't find a single person with its capabilities?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang again. It was Phil Coulson calling again.

"Hey! Didn't I tell you? You figure it out on your own."

"If we had a solution, we wouldn't have called you." Coulson said anxiously, "Simmons was swallowed by a huge rock, a black rock that could liquefy."

"Stone that can be liquefied?" Aaron frowned slightly and murmured thoughtfully.

"Do you know?" Coulson asked hurriedly.

"How should I know? You have the wrong person."

“You’re right, you’re a fortune teller.

We really have no other options but to ask you for divination."

"Well..." Aaron hesitated for a moment, "Friendship is friendship, and transaction is transaction."

"We need your help, and we won't let you do it for nothing."

"Okay! Divination is within my capabilities."

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, the shop door was suddenly pushed open and the unshaven Fitz walked in.

Compared to the last time they met, this talented researcher looked much more haggard, with a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"Oh! The power of love is so great!" Aaron sighed, "You look like you've lost half your soul."

"Fitz?" Coulson's voice came from the phone. "He came to see you?"

"It's obvious."

Coulson paused, "I knew it would be like this."

“Fitz, we all understand how you feel, and we also want to get Simmons back, but it is wrong to act on your own.

Especially since you drove Lola away without my consent and asked Skye to cover for you..."

Fitz walked quickly to Aaron, said "sorry" into the phone, and hung up.

"As for it?"

"They've been taking turns to advise me these days, and my ears are callused from listening to them." Fitz said with a far-fetched smile, "Help me predict Simmons' position."

"Shouldn't we predict her life or death?"

"She must still be alive. I believe she is."

"Since we are acquaintances, one hundred thousand dollars."

"Does this cost money?" Wanda couldn't help but ask.

"I don't accept freeloaders, and he can afford it, so if it doesn't work out, he can get it reimbursed!

Believe me, Coulson is very caring towards his men."

"Okay, one hundred thousand. I'll give it to you after the divination." Fitz said anxiously, "Can I do the divination now?"

"Okay." Aaron slowly placed the crystal ball on the table and concentrated on predicting Simmons' situation.

As the layers of mist in the crystal ball dissipated, a familiar figure appeared in Aaron's sight.

This is a deserted land. There is a dead asteroid hanging in the sky, bringing a faint light to the planet.

A woman ran breathlessly on a dark plain, with a violent sandstorm behind her...

"Tsk!" Aaron smacked his lips and shook his head at Fitz with a complicated expression.

"Tell me she's alive, please tell me she's still alive." Fitz's eyes trembled, and there was obvious pleading in his voice.

"She's still alive."

call!

Fitz breathed a sigh of relief, stumbling unintentionally, "Where is she?"

"I can tell you responsibly that she is not on Earth."

"Where is that?"

"How funny, do you think I, a native creature on Earth, can name a strange planet?

But I can give that planet a very appropriate name. "Aaron smiled mysteriously, "Wasteland."

"What do you mean?" Wanda asked.

“There is no life, no resources, no light, and even no water.” Hela kindly explained, “This environment is a wasteland.”

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Aaron clapped his hands and gave Hela a thumbs up. “That’s a very accurate description.”

“Perhaps the only good thing is…there are no enemies, and even if there are, they are very weak enemies, after all, they can’t survive.

But the creatures that can survive in such an environment..."

“Very dangerous,” Aaron added.

"Yes."

"Jane, please bring me a piece of white paper, paint, a drawing board and a brush.

For the sake of $100,000, I decided to be a good person and give him a detailed description of Simmons' situation."

Jian nodded slightly and brought over a set of painting tools.

Recalling the divination just now in his mind, his memory froze at the embarrassing moment when Simmons was escaping from the sandstorm.

After more than ten minutes, a simple oil painting was completed.

Endless wasteland, weathered rocks, a desolate planet hanging in the sky, a sweeping sandstorm, and Jemma Simmons, who was running wildly in the front with her shirt torn and obvious bloodstains on her forehead.

“It’s so depressing.” Wanda’s expression trembled slightly. “I feel like I’ve been exiled.”

“Real exile is incomparable to this.” Hela said disapprovingly. The environment in Helheim is much more depressing than this Death Star.

“There are still differences between people.” Aaron glanced at Hela and emphasized the second ‘person’.

Jemma Simmons is a human, and Hela is the goddess of death. The underworld is her second home, but it is not comparable to her first home.

"Excuse me, how long has she been missing?"

"Half a month." Fitz said with difficulty, "I used every possible method to study the boulder, but found nothing. The time when the stone liquefies is completely irregular."

“Interesting.” Hela’s lips curled up.

“What’s so funny about it?” Wanda frowned. For the first time, she felt a little dissatisfied with Hela. She shouldn’t be so gloating!

"You are still too young. Don't you see the point?" Aaron pointed at Simmons in the painting. "How does she look?"

Wanda looked at it carefully and said in confusion, "Isn't this the time for you to show off your painting skills?"

Snapped!

Aaron covered his face and shook his head, "Jane, tell her."

“Yes.” Jane walked up to the painting and pointed at Simmons’ face and said, “You can see that she is very anxious, but she remained calm, which proves that this is not the first time she has encountered such a situation.

Looking at her condition, and the red blood smeared with dirt on her forehead, she could be considered healthy.

But she had already been on that planet for half a month. How could an ordinary human being possibly outrun a sandstorm without food or water for half a month!

Apparently, she found food and drinkable water in the wasteland, and the air and gravity had little effect on her."

"Did you hear that? That's called professionalism."

The corners of Wanda's mouth twitched slightly, and she was speechless for a moment.

"What's interesting is that as a human being born and raised on Earth, what can she eat and drink to survive in a strange and desolate wasteland?

The food and water in the wasteland may not be very friendly to humans, and the corpses of the indigenous people may be included in her menu, but she has no choice. "

"Others are surviving in the wilderness, but she is surviving at the extreme end.

The good news is that she is holding up for now.”