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

Without the slightest hesitation, Harry asked directly, "Where are you?"

"The top floor of Stark Industries."

"Okay, I'll head over right away!"

Harry hung up the phone and decisively pulled out his wand, gently tapping the space in front of him, causing a gate composed of bright golden sparks to quickly appear.

He stepped through the portal, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared on the top floor of Stark Industries.

The lights on the top floor illuminated the surroundings, and Tony was already waiting there. Seeing Harry walk steadily out of the portal, he raised his hand and offered him a glass of Romanée-Conti, a weary yet forced smile tugging at the corners of his lips:

"Today was truly unlucky. If I hadn't developed a portable magical armor, I probably wouldn't be alive right now."

Hearing Tony's words, the expression on Harry's face instantly became strange.

He noticed the numerous abrasions on Tony's body and cast a healing spell on him, allowing the injuries to heal rapidly at a visible rate, and said with a sigh:

"What happened today? I just learned that Peter was injured, and now you're injured too. Tell me, what happened?"

"Peter was also injured?" Tony didn't mention his own situation first, but was as curious as ever.

A sharp glint flashed in Harry's pupils as he said in a deep voice:

"That's right. A large number of Lizard Men suddenly emerged from the sewers of New York. These monsters are attacking passersby indiscriminately. Peter rushed to stop them but was injured by them.

I plan to have S.H.I.E.L.D. intervene and cooperate with Peter to eliminate these sewer lizards together."

"I see." Tony nodded slightly. He knew that Harry's strength was enough to easily deal with those lizards, and whether he was there or not didn't matter; he didn't need Tony's help.

For him, what was more important now was to study magic, share more knowledge with Harry, and quickly solve the troubles he was facing.

Before Harry could ask again, Tony took the initiative to explain the reason for his injuries:

"Not long ago, during a Formula One race, I was attacked by a guy of unknown origin. These injuries are all thanks to him.

However, I didn't ask you here because of that. Although that guy has some decent technology, it's not enough in front of the great Tony Stark.

The reason I'm asking for your help is because I've run into a big problem—palladium poisoning.

As you know, palladium is the key to maintaining the operation of the energy reactor in my chest, but now it has become a ticking time bomb threatening my life.

If this problem can't be solved, I'm afraid the top scientist in mankind will die young, which would be a loss for all of humanity!"

Tony raised his hand, unbuttoned his shirt, and exposed his chest to the air.

On his chest, dense, spiderweb-like green veins were visible. These veins radiated outwards from the arc reactor in the center of his chest.

They were like greedy green vines, growing and climbing wantonly under Tony's skin, relentlessly eroding his body every second.

Harry immediately realized that it was the palladium leaking from the arc reactor, and no wonder Tony's vitality was so weak at this moment.

Harry recalled the healing magic he possessed, and after confirming that he was confident, he nodded and said:

"I have a way to temporarily alleviate your symptoms. Using healing magic can inhibit the erosion of palladium and remove most of the palladium from your body.

But this is only a temporary solution, treating the symptoms but not the root cause. If you want to completely get rid of palladium poisoning, you either have to remove the arc reactor from your chest, or you can no longer pilot the Iron Man armor. Currently, there are only these two options."

Tony abruptly tilted his head back and drained the whiskey in his glass, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. The spicy liquid was like a line of fire, burning all the way down his throat.

He put down the glass and let out a self-deprecating bitter laugh, his laughter full of helplessness and determination:

"Cure? Don't be ridiculous. You know that's impossible. The arc reactor is my lifeline. Without it, the shrapnel in my chest could kill me in minutes.

As for not wearing the armor, I can't do it. This Iron Man armor has long been integrated with me. It is my life. Can an Iron Man without the Iron Man armor still be called Iron Man?"

Harry sighed slightly, his expression full of helplessness, when suddenly a sentence the Ancient One had said flashed in his mind, and his eyes lit up:

"Wait, maybe I have a way! I know a doctor with very superb medical skills. If he performs the surgery, and I assist with healing magic from the side, maybe we can safely remove the shrapnel from your chest!"

"Oh?" Tony's originally drooping eyes instantly lifted, and he asked with anticipation, "What's that doctor's name?"

Harry's lips curled up, with a hint of mysterious smile in his eyes: "Stephen Strange, a genius neurosurgeon, um, in the future he may become my junior brother!"

Stunned for a moment, Tony then realized what Harry meant and asked, "Is this doctor named Strange very talented in magic?"

"Very good. If it weren't for me, he would most likely be the next Sorcerer Supreme. Even with me, I plan to make him my next Sorcerer Supreme."

Harry said with a happy smile, but for some reason, others could faintly detect a hint of sinister meaning in his smile.

The corners of Tony's mouth twitched. He didn't know if Strange's magical talent was as Harry said, but he knew that Strange was going to be in big trouble.

Although Harry is a kind person, he is not always a person sometimes!

Loki: "True!"

Thor: "True, true, true!"

The Abyss Demons: "True, true, true, so true!"

In the operating room of New York City Hospital, the shadowless lamps gradually dimmed, and the rhythmic beeping of the monitoring equipment replaced the alarms.

Stephen Strange left the operating table, removed his silicone gloves and dark green surgical gown, and walked out, having just completed a surgery.

The surgery was extremely difficult, and the patient's family requested him to perform it, as only he could precisely and completely remove the tumor from the fragile and complex cerebrospinal fluid like a meticulous craftsman.

Although Strange was only a young doctor with a few years of experience, his resume was dazzling.

Not long ago, he invented the laminectomy procedure. Throughout his career, he had repeatedly created miracles, completing incredible surgeries one after another. Now, he had become a renowned and famous doctor.

Currently, Strange stood at the pinnacle of his life, with television interviews, the favor of female colleagues, and a wealthy life… He had accumulated substantial wealth through his superb medical skills and lived a luxurious life envied by others.

But in Strange's view, this was just the beginning, and his goals were far more ambitious.

In the future, he would create more medical miracles, break through his limits step by step, and become a world-renowned top doctor.

He firmly believed that this goal was not unattainable!

Oh, right, he also needed a gentle and virtuous partner, and his colleague Christine was a good candidate.

Just then, Christine walked into the restroom with light steps.

She turned slightly, stood next to Strange, and turned on the faucet. The water flowed gurglingly, and clear droplets danced between her slender fingers.

Inadvertently, she noticed Strange repeatedly rubbing his fingers and couldn't help but raise her lips, teasing:

"What's wrong, Dr. Strange? Are you planning to rub your fingers until they're fractured? I heard you just bought an expensive insurance policy for these hands. Don't tell me you're planning an insurance fraud scheme?"

Although he knew that he needed to show gentleness when pursuing a lady, Strange had achieved fame at a young age and had always had smooth sailing. Arrogance was ingrained in his bones.

Perhaps, only a major upheaval that could overturn his entire world could break his current complacency and frivolity and make him calm down.

Therefore, facing Christine's teasing, Strange still couldn't help but raise his chin slightly, filled with arrogance and disdain, and said:

"No, I wouldn't do such a stupid thing. Unlike you, even the compensation amount of an expensive insurance policy cannot compare to the value of these hands. They have the power to bring the dead back to life!"

Christine did not refute. What Strange said was true. He had indeed saved many lives with his skillful and powerful hands.

In fact, Christine also had some affection for Strange, but she didn't plan to have an office romance and could only suppress this affection.

Christine had a faint smile on her lips: "You really are something, Dr. Strange. If you weren't so arrogant, you might be more popular among your colleagues."

Strange subconsciously retorted: "No, you don't understand. Geniuses are always aloof. I don't care about those so-called welcomes."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Strange regretted it immensely and wished he could immediately raise his hand and slap himself.

He secretly lamented in his heart that he had really messed things up this time.

Sure enough, he raised his eyes and peeked at Christine, only to see the smile on her face instantly freeze, and a hint of surprise and embarrassment flashed in her eyes.

Christine, who had always been gentle and good at handling situations, was also a little at a loss at this moment.

Just as the atmosphere was gradually becoming suffocatingly awkward, a slightly chubby figure walked from afar. The person was Dr. Nick.

He had entered the industry at the same time as Strange, but the two had vastly different medical skills and reputations.

Strange was a brilliant genius in the medical field, while Nick was just an ordinary doctor with relatively good professional skills.

Usually, Strange always disdained colleagues like Nick, who he considered to be mediocre, and had a cold attitude.

But now, he was extremely grateful for Nick's arrival. Nick helped him escape from the current awkward situation.

However, there seemed to be two people behind him, and one of them looked familiar, like the playboy Tony Stark?

After bringing the people over, Dr. Nick, whom Strange regarded as mediocre, turned to Tony and said politely:

"Mr. Stark, this is Dr. Strange. You can chat slowly. I still have some matters to handle, so I'll leave first."

After Nick left, a man beside Tony Stark, who looked young and seemed to have just come of age, came straight to Strange, with a meaningful smile on his face, and extended his hand, saying:

"Hello, Dr. Strange, I've heard a lot about you. I have a surgery here. After thinking about it, only you can handle it. I hope you can be the chief surgeon!"

Gwen borrowed the magic power from Harry, and the reason she possesses the power of the Web of Destiny is because Harry used the all-encompassing characteristics of Chaos Magic to transform it into the Magic of the Web of Destiny.

Therefore, Gwen will not have spider-sense with Spider-Man, nor will she become Spider-Woman, but is Harry's borrower, a mage.

Don't forget, Gwen can also be invisible, control electricity, and other magic!