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

"Hello, Mr. Pierce," Harry replied with a smile.

Agent Sitwell, standing next to Pierce, was very perceptive. Guessing that Harry might have limited knowledge of Pierce's identity, he introduced his superior:

"Mr. Potter, allow me to introduce you. Mr. Pierce is the former Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the current Secretary of the World Security Council. He is a respectable elder."

Harry looked at Pierce in surprise, not expecting the old man to have such a high position.

The World Security Council is an international organization dedicated to maintaining global security and stability, composed of representatives from multiple countries.

One of its Secretaries holds a pivotal position in any country.

Harry wore a seemingly warm smile on his face, chatting idly with Pierce, but secretly muttered in his heart.

For some reason, Pierce had thick eyebrows and large eyes, and looked amiable, but he instinctively felt that Pierce was not a good person.

This might be a misperception, but it could also be Chaos Magic subconsciously warning him. To be on the safe side, Harry secretly resolved to maintain superficial politeness with Pierce in the future, but never to become close.

However, he wouldn't think too badly of Pierce, believing he would be the kind of unforgivable villain, like a terrorist organization leader.

After all, no matter how不堪 S.H.I.E.L.D. was, how stupid Nick Fury was, or how incompetent the World Security Council was, they wouldn't let a terrorist leader hold a key position as Secretary, right?

This was a critical position concerning global security, bearing the lives of countless people and the peace and stability of the world.

If such an outrageous situation really occurred, it would be too ridiculous.

Was it possible that terrorists were supervising themselves?

If that were the case, seriously considering it, did S.H.I.E.L.D. and the World Security Council belong to the side of justice, or had they already become vassals of terrorist organizations?

If even the high-level officials were traitors, what about the low-level agents?

Harry couldn't help but laugh at his own thoughts. Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Even if Pierce had problems, at most he would be a corrupt official who abused his power for personal gain, but it wouldn't be worse than that!

Harry's main purpose for going to S.H.I.E.L.D. this time was to request S.H.I.E.L.D.'s cooperation in Peter cleaning up the Lizardmen in the sewers, and the other purpose was to deepen cooperation with S.H.I.E.L.D..

After arriving at S.H.I.E.L.D., led by Nick Fury, Harry and his party first arrived at an underground training ground.

Here, Harry would test whether several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents possessed magical talent.

When Black Widow shamelessly wanted to seduce Harry, he had already tested Black Widow's talent, which was mainly in the field of telekinesis.

After training, Black Widow might master advanced telekinesis.

This time, the main focus was on testing the remaining agents.

The first agent to be tested was Hawkeye, who stared at Harry expectantly and asked, "Mr. Potter, what about my talent?"

Harry responded with a look of disdain. His magical talent was simply not comparable to Black Widow's, let alone the wizards of Kamar-Taj.

If he lent it to him, it would only be a break-even deal. Apart from being used as combat power, it had no other value to Harry.

However, Hawkeye's combat ability was still remarkable, and he also possessed a medium-adaptability lightning magic talent.

After rigorous training, he might be able to master a weakened version of the Railgun, shooting out a Getsuga Tensho.

Harry was expressionless, his voice devoid of emotional fluctuations: "Magical talent is average, medium adaptability to Railgun, it is recommended to study hard. If you are lucky in the future, it may come in handy in battle, barely enough to be a mid-tier thug, next…"

Hawkeye was not disappointed. He was already very happy to have magical talent, let alone that the most suitable magic for him was the Railgun.

He had seen the power of the Railgun in the video. Even if the Railgun he fired was not as powerful as Harry's, it could greatly improve his strength!

The next to come for the test was Agent Sitwell.

As soon as Harry's gaze touched Sitwell's shiny bald head, his expression became solemn, and a thought flashed through his mind subconsciously: This child has the qualifications of a strong man!

However, when the test results were revealed, Harry was greatly disappointed.

This bald, fat man only had the most basic earth manipulation magic of the elemental earth system, let alone using the Engorgement Charm.

This time, Harry's face was not without expression, and even had a layer of frost, and said coldly: "It's okay for doing construction work, as for fighting, do you want to throw mud at the enemy? Next!"

Immediately afterwards, Crossbones, a burly figure, strode to Harry's side. He was a stout middle-aged man, exuding the brave aura of someone who had been through many battles.

He thought it was another crude Muggle, but Crossbones brought Harry an unexpected surprise.

His magical talent was not surprisingly high, only at a medium level, but what was pleasantly surprising was that his magical talent was biased in just the right way, right into Harry's heart!

Electric current strengthens the body and double blades, lightning armor gives not weak defense, plus a current flash technique that can exert a special effect. Isn't this the prototype of his favorite melee mage system?

After beating Loki violently last time, Harry completely fell in love with the experience of fist-to-flesh and was determined to be a melee mage.

Seeing his like-minded person here, Harry patted Crossbones on the shoulder, his eyes full of praise, and affirmed: "You are very good. Although your talent is not very good, only medium, your future combat direction is very promising."

Hearing Harry's words, Crossbones' eyes lit up instantly, and he asked with a face full of expectation: "Really? Then what magic am I suitable for? What means should I use to fight in the future?"

The corners of Harry's mouth rose, he extended his thumb, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and said:

"Of course it's a melee mage. Think about it, at the beginning of the battle, first throw out the current flash, and while the enemy can't open their eyes, cast a strengthening magic on yourself, and then rush directly to the enemy.

Next, you only need to chop, chop, chop, and chop all the enemies to the ground. This kind of passionate fighting style is too suitable for you. Keep up the good work, I'm optimistic about you!"

The corners of Crossbones' mouth twitched constantly as he listened to Harry's description.

This was completely different from the mage he imagined. Compared to close combat, splattering himself with blood, he preferred ranged output.

After all, years of close combat, experiencing too many life-and-death moments, had already made him physically and mentally exhausted.

Crossbones sighed silently in his heart, thinking helplessly: "Forget it, at least this magic is usable. With it, my strength can at least be greatly enhanced, which is better than nothing."

Especially seeing Sitwell, his rival and friend, showing an extremely ugly look on his face at this time, Crossbones' mood suddenly became much more cheerful.

Sure enough, there is happiness only with comparison!

Finally, it was the turn of the last test subject, the bald, kidney-deficient middle-aged man Coulson.

Coulson was much calmer than the other agents.

He didn't have too many expectations for magic. As an intelligence agent, although his combat power was much stronger than that of ordinary people, he was not prominent among the agents.

For Coulson, magic was like an extra surprise in life. It would be good to have it, but even if he didn't, he could accept it calmly.

After all, he spent a long time behind the scenes and rarely appeared on the front battlefield. Compared with combat agents, he didn't need magic to protect his safety too much.

But after the test, Harry suddenly exclaimed, "Holy crap!"

"What's wrong?" Hearing this exclamation, Coulson was also a little nervous.

Harry really didn't expect that Coulson would bring him such a huge surprise.

His talent was very high, even considered top-notch magic talent in Kamar-Taj.

The magic he was compatible with was also diverse, including Dissolution Charm, Gravity Manipulation, Magic Shield, Lightning Magic, Teleportation, and he might even have his own pocket dimension in the future!

To be honest, if he didn't know that Coulson was loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D. and would not easily resign, he would have planned to poach him.

Thinking of this, Harry glanced disdainfully at Sitwell, who was full of heartache.

Sure enough, baldness is a symbol of the strong, but Sitwell is too useless!

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