Mixed With Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Chapter 188 Tony's pride, the 'Level 5' magic card (fourth update, please subscribe)

"Professor Lockhart, thank you for your recognition of S.H.I.E.L.D, then I will leave first."

After some conversation, Phil Coulson tightly clutched the space extension bag in his hand, and walked out briskly.

This time, I asked all the questions that should be asked, and the harvest was full, even a little beyond imagination, so I naturally left satisfied.

Lockhart looked at Phil Coulson's leaving figure, lost in thought.

Unexpectedly, S.H.I.E.L.D will produce results so soon.

In other words, as expected of Iron Man Tony, with such a genius who can even make a space-time machine, he can't make any project.

It seems that if there is a chance in the future, we should be more "close and close".

Meanwhile, Iron Man Tony Stark, also living in New York.

In his own villa, he looked at the machine in front of him, to be precise, it was a weapon.

Sudden

"Ache." Tony sneezed and rubbed his nose, feeling much better, cursing inwardly, wondering who was talking about him.

But after a second thought, it was more appropriate to continue to look at the constantly rotating pancake-shaped machine in front of him, or a weapon.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smug smile.

This is specially made by him based on the unknown radiation left on the necromancer gold coin.

I communicated with Lockhart before and knew that necromancer has magic power.

He was worried that he didn't know what magic power was?

As a result, this unknown radiation was found on the necromancer gold coin, and he immediately understood that it was probably closely related to magic power.

Hence its name Mana Radiation.

In order to repay the revenge of last shock, this time he was going to give Lockhart a good look.

At this moment, Phil Coulson has just walked out of the door of No. 101 study room.

Enter the spacious book cafe hall again.

This time, he is alone, no one cares about him, he can observe well.

But at the same time, relying on his careful observation of micro-expressions, he found that the necromancers in yellow clothes around him looked at him with a feeling of watching a show.

To be precise, watching a monkey show?

Although I don't know why.

However, for Phil Coulson, it doesn't matter what the other person looks at.

On the contrary, he is now desperately remembering the layout of Vientiane Book Cafe and the faces of all the Mages present.

Just wait for him to go out, report to the S.H.I.E.L.D information department immediately, and try to get some people's information.

Maybe, S.H.I.E.L.D's breaking of the magic world will start from his step.

Soon, Phil Coulson thought that all the faces of Mage present here were remembered, so he walked directly outside.

The pace is a little hurried, go out earlier, and record the information in your mind earlier.

After he entered the book cafe, he discovered that the so-called earphones, the so-called positioning system, and other bugging devices all failed.

It didn't help at all.

Therefore, he can only rely on pure brainpower to remember.

Click!

With the sound of closing the door, Phil Coulson walked out of Vientiane Book Cafe.

He walked quickly to his antique car, reviewing the face information of everyone just now while walking.

However.

Phil Coulson's face showed bewilderment, disbelief, and a hint of fear.

Every time he took a step, he found that the memory in his mind became more and more blurred.

The more he tried to remember something, the more blurred it became?

Mage's appearance, the layout of Vientiane Book Cafe, and even Lockhart's conversation with him became blurred from the beginning.

With every step, the memory fades a little.

Even when he was about to walk to his car, he vaguely seemed to remember that he came for a book cafe.

Walking in front of his Red antique car Laura, he turned his head and looked back at the street with blank eyes.

I didn't find any book cafes!

Then what is he doing here?

The thought came to Phil Coulson's mind.

Then, thinking desperately, he felt that this was very important.

But I found that the more I thought about it, the more blank my mind became.

For some reason, suddenly, Phil Coulson subconsciously picked up a Black card from his pocket.

Put it in front of your eyes and look carefully.

Just when he wondered what this is?

suddenly

A cold feeling spread from the palm of the hand to the body and brain.

The next moment, in his line of sight, an extremely conspicuous shop suddenly appeared on this street.

Walls of silver and white, lines of deep blue, plaques of pitch-black, texts of light gold

It read: Vientiane Book Cafe.

In an instant, memories flooded back.

He remembered.

He came this time to enter the Vientiane Book Cafe to find Professor Lockhart.

Immediately afterwards, with a cool feeling in his mind, his conversation with Professor Lockhart all came to mind.

The second the memory surfaced, what was the most important information he remembered instantly?

The layout of Vientiane books and periodicals, and the appearance information of Mages.

Think hard, think hard.

But he found that he still remembered the general layout of the book cafe, and Mage's face was still vague.

Even, he only remembered that the other party seemed to be wearing yellow clothes, but he couldn't be sure.

At the same time, the cold feeling in my mind stopped.

Then, involuntarily, a series of messages appeared in my mind.

"The Vientiane Book Cafe has been cast by magic, and a mental power judgment has been made."

"Insufficient determination of mental power, the target is not Mage, memory is being erased"

"It was found that the holder has a level 5 magic card, but due to limited mental power, he can be exempted from part of the magic spell."

"Welcome the holder to have a more advanced magic card, or improve the mental power, and enter the Vientiane Book Cafe again."

Feeling the information that emerged in his mind, Phil Coulson smiled wryly.

He just said that Professor Lockhart has never suffered a disadvantage.

Every time you pay, you will definitely ask for something in return.

Why are you so generous today?

Let him directly enter the Vientiane Book Cafe, and still have access to so much information about Mage.

He spent so much effort and tried his best to remember, but the other party directly beat him back to his original form.

but

What is this so-called magic card?

I'll have to ask specifically next time.

Thinking of the 'Level 5' magic card reminded in his mind, Phil Coulson felt a familiar routine.

How come this number is somewhat similar to the authority level established by the director general?

Without reaching a certain level of authority, it is impossible to know more advanced information, which stimulates their agents to desperately upgrade their levels.

While Phil Coulson was thinking, suddenly, a voice came from his ear.

"Sir, sir, call sir."

"If you hear it, answer it, if you hear it, please answer it."

After regaining his senses, Phil Coulson touched the earphone next to him and asked immediately.

"Got it, is there any valuable information? Is the positioning system still valid?"

Soon, a regretful voice came from the earphone.

"Sir, since you approached the area near the target, whether it is machine observation or manual observation, all of them have failed."

"You disappeared from all our sights, as if you didn't exist."

"The positioning system also failed."

Hearing the voice from the earphones, Phil Coulson simply replied, then walked directly into the car and drove towards the headquarters.

Sure enough, it was almost impossible to want to whore from Lockhart for free without paying a price.

The opponent's various aspects are too comprehensive, and they can't start with the comprehensive.

It's just that the needle can't go in, and the water can't go in.

And they couldn't beat them, they couldn't scold them, and they had to beg each other.

Why does the more I think about it, the more aggrieved I become?

Phil Coulson, who was driving, thought silently.

However, after glancing at the space extension bag on the co-pilot next to him, he thought of the shampoo in it.

Looking at his thinning hair reflected in the front glass, Phil Coulson revealed a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

(end of this chapter)