Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

UK, London, a TV station.

"After discussions between the Prime Minister, the Cabinet, and the House of Commons, a series of strategies and decisions were recently announced to promote economic and cultural recovery."

"These include carrying out large-scale infrastructure construction projects to improve efficiency and sustainability in areas such as transportation, communications and energy."

"In terms of education, we will strengthen skills training and improve the education system..."

"To ensure the safety of citizens and increase the coverage of new vaccinations, they will be provided free of charge..."

"Cultural prosperity is an important part of spiritual construction. The government will invest 1 to 2 billion pounds in cultural promotion and cultural construction, striving to showcase British culture through movies, TV series, and other media, and promote the prosperity of the cultural market."

"Make Britain great again—this is the Prime Minister's ardent wish for the people and the future."

In the studio, two hosts—one male and one female—were delivering today's news report with serious expressions.

Although they had rich hosting experience and had read the speech script countless times in preparation, they couldn't help but become impassioned when promoting this news to the public under the camera's gaze.

It seemed as if they had glimpsed a bright future and a beautiful picture.

This initiative was truly unprecedented in recent decades.

Neither had expected that the gentlemen in the Cabinet and the House of Commons would be willing to spend so much money to promote the economic development of the United Kingdom.

Simply counting the amounts mentioned in the broadcast, the total approached hundreds of billions of pounds.

Although it was still in the planning stage, the words had been spoken publicly—there would be no backing down now.

Time passed, and today's news broadcast came to an end.

"That's all for today's news. We'll see you tomorrow."

Just as the words fell, there was a click sound inside the studio, and the two hosts breathed a sigh of relief.

They relaxed in their chairs and started chatting.

"Harrison, what day is your vaccine appointment? Mine is today."

"That's great. Mine is today too. I'm going to get vaccinated with everyone else later," Harrison said casually while organizing the papers on the table.

"Harrison, how much do you know about this vaccine? Why is it such a big deal? Everyone at the station is required to get vaccinated. It seems to be a political priority," female host Alicia asked with some confusion.

"I asked a friend about this specifically. It's said that a new type of influenza came from the United States. It's very dangerous. Many people even died in New York."

"I suppose that's a good reason for the urgency," Alicia nodded thoughtfully.

The two continued chatting.

After each broadcast, there was a short break where they cleaned up and rested while talking.

Soon...

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Harrison, Alicia, come out. The bus arranged by the station has arrived. Let's go get vaccinated."

The two who were chatting heard a knock on the door and someone urging them from outside.

They looked at each other, stood up, and walked out.

After the person who reminded them briefly told them the location, they hurried off.

After all, today was the first day of vaccination, and many people had signed up.

Harrison and Alicia walked toward the meeting place while chatting.

"Harrison, today's news must be explosive, but who knows how much of it will actually happen."

"You don't trust those politicians?"

"Don't worry about it. Anyway, it's better than nothing."

"As long as it doesn't affect our benefits."

"That's right," Alicia responded to Harrison's answer after a moment's thought.

Although those politicians were a bit unreliable, as long as they didn't cause any harm, there was no problem.

Otherwise, they could always join the union and go on strike.

Soon they arrived at the meeting place and saw several buses. Following the staff's instructions, they found their seats and sat down.

Harrison took out his mobile phone and started browsing the internet.

With practiced movements, he opened his browser, entered a series of URLs, and logged into an account.

Then...

"Welcome Agent James back to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. What valuable information did you gain today? Please submit your report."

"Attention: There are still two days until this week's work report is due."

A request for information popped up on his phone screen, along with a notification about the weekly report.

Harrison cursed inwardly.

His mental comments about S.H.I.E.L.D. were less than complimentary, with thoughts about their stinginess and unreasonable expectations.

However, his fingers didn't slow down, tapping rapidly on the screen.

"Today's news evaluation: average."

"Mostly well-known policy information."

"However, there is one exception. The British government seems to take the vaccination issue very seriously. Reason unknown."

After typing this paragraph, Harrison paused slightly, seemingly reluctant to continue.

Then he resumed typing.

"The director of the TV station may have further knowledge about the vaccine situation, but operational funds have been tight recently. I hope headquarters can provide more resources for investigation."

After typing this sentence, Harrison nodded with satisfaction and put away his phone.

Daily request for money: complete!

Then, Harrison looked outside the bus window.

Yes, he was an agent sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. to maintain surveillance in the UK.

His position at the TV station gave him access to a lot of first-hand information, especially regarding political developments.

However, just a few seconds after he turned his head to look outside, suddenly...

Buzz!

His phone vibrated, notifying him of new information.

Harrison immediately became alert and picked up his phone to log in to the previous website again.

"Agent James, message received."

"Latest operational mission: Get the vaccine while protecting yourself."

What, no money approved?

After seeing the mission, this was Harrison's first thought.

He finally got a mission, but it turned out to be just that—a mission with no operational funds or additional resources.

Perhaps headquarters felt that getting a vaccine was too simple to require funding.

America, S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters

Agent Hill stood in the research laboratory, watching experts and doctors conduct vaccine testing.

Soon, a director in a white coat came forward to report to her.

"Deputy Director Hill, we've examined the 56 samples sent from the UK, and there's no difference from standard vaccines. Nothing abnormal was detected."

"Their effectiveness appears to be enhancing immunity and making targeted adjustments for some common influenza strains."

Listening to the report, Hill nodded expressionlessly.

Recent analysis of British intelligence had suggested there might be concerning anomalies.

But upon inspection, nothing unusual had been found.

Was there truly nothing wrong?

Or was it that they couldn't detect it, or that they hadn't found the key factor yet?