I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Dressed smartly, wearing flat shoes and carrying a small women's bag.

The woman skillfully and purposefully selects what she needs on the shelf.

She looked at a list and muttered: "Crookshanks likes to eat this cat food. He doesn't like to move recently, maybe because he is old."

Muttering, she was still searching the shelves.

"Buzz."

He took out his cell phone from his bag and connected it.

"Mom?" Hearing her mother's voice on the phone, Hermione had a wry smile on her face, "Okay, I get it. I really don't like Mr. Browning."

"At night?" Hermione was a little distressed and lowered her voice and whispered, "There is still something going on at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"No, I really didn't!"

Despite all her efforts, Hermione still did not bypass her family and invite her to go home.

She turned off the phone and clapped her hands on the cart with some melancholy.

As a strong woman, Hermione is not opposed to marriage, but she doesn't like marriages that are forcibly arranged.

The Granger family was not short of money, but her mother was always worried that she would become an old girl.

The dignified Minister of Magic stationed in the UK, in addition to dealing with those wizards, also has to take time to deal with the person introduced by his mother.

Hermione was very irritated, so she lifted a large bag of cat food with force and placed it heavily on the cart.

After doing this, she rubbed the center of her eyebrows vigorously, and her frowning eyebrows showed that she was in a bad mood at this time.

Fortunately, she has her own way of adjusting.

Take two deep breaths and let your chest rise and fall.

She closed her eyes tightly and opened them again.

If she gets knocked down easily, then she's not Miss Know-It-All.

She regained her energy and pushed the cart to leave.

As she passed the shelves, she caught a glimpse of a familiar face walking through the gap between the goods.

Her footsteps stopped.

Then she started running.

Not even caring about cat food.

She quickly ran to the other side of the shelf.

The fast running brought a blush to her face, and she was panting slightly, staring intently over there.

Several customers who were shopping here were shocked.

One of the middle-aged women saw that Hermione was not easy to mess with, and carefully put back the dog food she just got.

The light in Hermione's eyes gradually dimmed.

"Yeah, he shouldn't be here."

She muttered to herself, looking even more deeply shocked than before.

John, who had already walked to another shelf, looked back and asked, "Are you already the head of the Magic Branch?"

He didn't stop, but went to check out with the dog food.

Hermione Granger.

Hogwarts graduates are among the top three in academic year.

She is undoubtedly excellent.

After graduation, he joined the Ministry of Magic.

After the reform of the Ministry of Magic, he rose through the ranks and finally became the British Minister of Magic.

After returning to the UK, we will meet more and more old friends.

John thought he was prepared.

But when it came time to actually meet them, he suddenly didn't know how to face them.

Putting his hand on his heart, John felt that there was no beating here.

Maybe not meeting each other is a good thing.

Let the regrets of youth pass.

One of the people now is the Minister of Magic, and the other is the Witch King who has returned from vacation.

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John paid and walked down the road with the dog food.

Although there is no snow in London now, there is no chance of rain.

He took out his magic wand and turned it into an umbrella, holding it and walking on the slippery road.

Dog food stuffed into his pocket, he passed an ice cream shop.

"Give me an ice cream...cantaloupe flavor."

John appeared again with a green ice cream in his hand.

He took a lick, and the cold cream slowly melted on his tongue.

After he took a bite, he never touched it again and walked slowly with the ice cream the whole time.

Passing by a red phone booth, John saw a man walking inside, and the phone booth immediately began to sink.

"How come it's been this way for so many years?"

He shook his head speechlessly.

Below this place is the entrance to the British Ministry of Magic.

Although the Ministry of Magic has undergone many reforms, some access procedures have remained unchanged.

After John lingered for a while, he noticed that someone was watching him.

He glanced at the nearby buildings.

In the building opposite, there was a man wearing casual clothes.

There are some watchers around.

"Not a wizard." John thought to himself, and soon figured out who it was.

In addition to S.H.I.E.L.D., there are no organizations that understand the existence of wizards.

On the contrary, compared to SHIELD, which only knows a little about wizards, those in the UK are the ones who truly understand wizards and are on the front line against them.

"Seven places?"

John knew it.

These people just record and monitor.

If the wizard's power cannot be recorded in advance, ordinary people may not have time to react if something happens.

Therefore, this intersection will be controlled to make it easier for visitors to enter the Ministry of Magic.

John walked through here and became one of the suspicious people waiting to be recorded.

Unfortunately, John is not going to the Ministry of Magic.

When not using magic, wizards are basically just like ordinary people.

It is not ruled out that some wizards are weird, wearing clothes that can be recognized at a glance.

Well, that means you, the person who wears a cotton-padded jacket and board shorts on a rainy day.

As soon as such a strange wizard appeared, the monitors focused their attention there.

John walked calmly through the surveillance area.

Seeing that John was not entering the Ministry of Magic, the monitor let John go.

In fact, these people can be driven away with some magic.

However, in other countries' countries, people must be reassured before they can continue to use the Ministry of Magic with peace of mind.

Among the countries that the Magic Kingdom has good relations with, Britain is one of them.

After John left the surveillance area, he snapped his fingers and his body disappeared without a trace.

Appeared again, already at Privet Drive.

Walking towards his home, as soon as John opened the door, he saw an excited Tom wagging his tail.

After getting closer, Tom sniffed John's body.

It seemed to smell a familiar scent, a bit like that of my friends at Hogwarts.

It barked twice.

"Give you."

Take out the dog food and let Tom put the problem behind him.

On the owl stand, the snowy owl, which had not seen John for several days, poked its head out.

Riddle was normal, except that his head turned 180 degrees.

Stepping forward and rubbing the two round heads, John turned and entered the basement.

He didn't forget that he still had a lot of time stone energy that he hadn't processed yet.

Fearing something might change, John set up a crucible in the basement.

Even without the artificial intelligence assistance of Moss, John, who has mastered the power of the Time Stone, can still make it manually.

Stirring the crucible, he opened the scroll jars that contained the energy of the Time Stone.

The green power of time gathers towards the crucible. Sometimes the stirred crucible has clearly turned into a liquid, but then it changes back to its original state as if time was reversed.

The power of time is not so easy to control.

John pulled out the Elder Wand and stirred it.

The golden magic circle formed an ouroboros, spinning on the surface of the crucible.

As the power of time took shape, John stretched out his right hand.

With his arms covered in silver, he took off a super magic crystal and threw it into the crucible.

The power of time meets a large amount of magic power, quickly causing the super magic crystal to shatter.

It only lasted less than a few seconds, and it felt like it had been thousands of years in the past.

The bursting magic power and the power of time collided with each other, they squeezed and repeled, and finally suddenly shrank into a point.

John flipped his hands, and the Ice Box appeared, aiming at the small spot and spraying cold air.

The small dot where the two forces intertwined quickly solidified, emitting green light.

The second limited gem has been produced.

Half of the crucibles were completely rusty, the other half were brand new.

The limited time gem floated slowly, and John held it.

The moment when the limited time gem is set into the empty space on the back of the hand.

A force of time coursed through his body, John's face hardened, and he gritted his teeth to bear the force.

"The power of time."

John squinted his eyes and glanced around, raised his left hand, and a green magic circle appeared.

With gentle rotation, the crucible, which was originally close to decay, quickly became weathered and covered with rust.

Twist it in the opposite direction, and the rust on the crucible disappears, making it look like it's brand new from the factory.

John walked out of the basement and saw the bag of dog food that Tom had opened and devoured.

He twisted the magic circle, and the dog food that originally went down began to return to its original height.

Tom was stunned, and the dog ran over to confirm again that this was not a dream.

John crushed the magic circle, and the silver hand faded away and turned back into a ring.

These gems all have the same functions as the original gems. The only difference is probably the difference in energy.

John is increasingly looking forward to whether he can solve all problems with a snap of his fingers after the gem collection is completed.

Thinking like this, John saw the black owl Riddle turning his head and staring in one direction motionlessly.

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