Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he just wants to be a superhero

"I'll go back and discuss it with Harry, see if he'll give me some money. Considering we're brothers, he should agree, right?" Peter said, a little uncertain.

The hot girl who was chatting with him looked regretful. She was a step too late and couldn't possibly squeeze her way to Harry now.

But hearing the words of the boy she had been idly teasing beside her, she exclaimed, "What did you say? What's your relationship with the new shareholder of Stark Industries?"

Peter was startled by the hot girl's exclamation: "Brothers, he's a child adopted by my aunt."

The hot girl immediately changed her demeanor, becoming enthusiastic and unrestrained, instantly grabbing Peter's arm, causing the simple Peter to blush:

"I think we were having a great time chatting just now. Perhaps we can have a deeper conversation."

Harry was instantly surrounded by a sea of people. Poor Coulson was about to reach Harry when he was squeezed out by the frantic crowd.

Faced with the crazy girls and celebrities, even his well-trained physique was no match.

Coulson said helplessly: "Looks like I'll have to work overtime again..."

Coulson prepared to wait until the excited crowd dispersed before finding another opportunity to talk to Harry.

From the fact that Tony Stark transferred 5% of his shares to Harry, Coulson had already determined that Harry played an important role in Tony Stark's escape.

If it wasn't for a life-saving grace, Tony Stark would at most offer a large amount of cash as thanks, and would definitely not transfer shares, let alone 5% of the shares, which is worth hundreds of billions of dollars.

Coulson also speculated that perhaps Harry was special, possessing extraordinary powers, a special existence similar to the Hulk.

Tony Stark's transfer of shares was not only to repay a debt, but also to befriend Harry.

It must be said that as an eighth-level agent of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, Coulson's intuition was terrifyingly sharp, and his guess based on some clues was already close to the truth.

Coulson just sat alone on the chair and waited for two and a half hours.

In these two and a half hours, he saw the boy named Harry handling the people who came to offer toasts with a demeanor no less than Tony Stark's.

He also saw those enthusiastic hot girls looking at Harry with watery eyes, wanting to touch Harry from time to time, like greasy men trying to take advantage of beautiful women.

What Coulson envied the most was Harry's thick head of hair.

Coulson touched his increasingly receding hairline and sighed deeply, lamenting that the gap between people was even greater than the gap between people and dogs.

He was now in his forties and hadn't even gotten married. He had even spent all his savings on buying a house and still owed thirty years of mortgage. It could be said that he had nothing except for his increasingly shiny forehead.

And that young man named Harry, who had just come of age, had a net worth of hundreds of billions and a group of girls eager to offer themselves but unable to get him.

His hair was even very thick, the kind he had always dreamed of.

Coulson felt that this mission was torture for him.

Finally, under Coulson's eager gaze, the crowd gradually dispersed, and the target reappeared in front of him.

Coulson seized the opportunity and hurried over, shouting loudly: "Mr. Potter, can I have a word with you?"

After enduring two and a half hours and finally getting rid of the people around him, Harry felt a little tired.

Not physical fatigue, but mental fatigue.

That damn Tony actually left him alone here and went to play with hot girls, calling it training him, and that this kind of situation would happen a lot in the future.

Rather than face this kind of situation, Harry would rather fight a Balrog one-on-one.

Just then, Harry saw a bald man with a kind face approaching, wanting to talk to him.

Harry had some impression of the bald man. Even though the bald man was hiding it well, he could sense that the bald man was out of place with the surrounding extravagant environment.

The bald man didn't seem to be here to attend the party, but to talk to him.

In the past few hours, the bald man's attention had been on him, and he seemed to have used an earpiece to talk to colleagues.

As for the content of the conversation, Harry couldn't hear clearly because of the distance.

He guessed that the bald man should be from the government, just like the agents in the movies.

He didn't refuse, after all, he also wanted to figure out why the bald man was here: "Of course, may I ask who you are?"

Coulson showed a badge, revealing a very affable smile: "I am Agent Phil Coulson, working for the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."

"What a complicated name, maybe you should simplify it." Harry couldn't help but complain.

Coulson said helplessly: "You're not the first to say that. Miss Pepper also said it this afternoon. We are working hard to solve it."

"Okay, what can I do for you?"

"We heard that you played a very important role in Mr. Stark's escape, please describe it in detail."

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Harry's attitude was very kind, but Coulson didn't dare to be careless in the slightest. The boy who had just come of age might be a superhuman comparable to the Hulk.

But to Coulson's surprise, Harry didn't hide anything:

"Of course, probably because of an accidental space teleportation, I appeared in the cave where Mr. Stark was being held, used magic to kill all the Ten Rings gang members, and rescued him and Yinsen."

"Wait..." Coulson's face was solemn: "You just said space teleportation, and magic?"

Harry had asked the Ancient One whether he could reveal Kamar-Taj to the authorities. The Ancient One did not object, she just said gently to Harry that she had always stood behind him.

With the Ancient One around, Harry was not afraid of anything. He smiled mysteriously:

"That's right, maybe it's time to formally introduce myself. You should have investigated my identity, but there are some things you can't touch, such as magic.

I am Harry Potter, a formal mage of Kamar-Taj, a disciple and heir of the Ancient One, a Platinum VIP member of the Crossroads Dimension, a shareholder of Stark Industries, and the controller of chaos."

Coulson: "? ? ?"

He just asked casually and didn't expect to get much useful information, but he didn't expect Harry to directly reveal everything.

But what Harry said was far beyond his expectations.

Mage?

Kamar-Taj?

Disciple of the Ancient One?

Platinum VIP of the Crossroads Dimension?

What are these things?

Compared to Harry's other identities, it seems that being a shareholder of Stark Industries is the cheapest.

What Coulson valued most was the title of Controller of Chaos. It sounded amazing, giving him a feeling of inexplicable awesomeness.

Even with his mental fortitude, he was a little nervous. He suddenly changed from an ordinary scout to a communicator for the first contact between the two major forces.

Coulson carefully considered the sentence, thought about it again and said: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter, can you... say it in more detail? I can't understand many of the words you said."