Marvel Hogwarts Wizard

“This S.H.I.E.L.D. organization is incredibly brutal. I’m glad I didn’t turn off the “Refreshing” ability because otherwise I would definitely have been found!”

He had the impression that someone was watching him as he just departed 121 Street. He accelerated, just in case, and then turned around. He was right, there was a drone nearby that had no time to hide. It was broken into scrap iron by a series of Sectumsempra spells.

Instead of staying in the air, Jerry put aside his wand and zoomed down towards the alley below on his broomstick. Then he was going to take the underground lane. The security will be higher, but the speed will be slower.

He finally reached the alley where Mrs. Belle had parked her car after more than ten minutes of flying. Jerry was brought back to his previous form and walked quietly out of the alley after putting the broomstick, tranquilizer sniper rifle, and wizard suit into the guitar bag.

He waved his magic wand, leaned out to open the trunk, repositioned the guitar bag, used a spell to unlock the car door, then sat back in the same position. Everything is now back to how it was before.

“Huh? What happened?” Slowly opening her eyes, Mrs. Belle had a perplexed expression. She seemed to be sleeping.

“Teacher, did you pass out earlier because you seemed overly concerned about Dad?” Jerry explained.

“Is that right?” After a brief moment of shock, Mrs. Belle had an idea, so she swiftly opened the door and hopped out of the car to look in the general direction of Greyburn University.

But at this moment, there was no sound of artillery roaring over there.

“Teacher, you can call Dad if you’re genuinely worried about him.” Jerry pushed the car window while offering Mrs. Belle an idea.

Mrs. Belle promptly pulled out her mobile phone and began making calls since she felt as though she had just awoken from a dream. Following a few talks, Mrs. Belle sighed with relief and sat back down in the car.

“It’s alright. He’s fine, according to your father. He is en route to the hospital to transport the injured. He might not be able to leave for home until much later.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Jerry smiled and nodded. He was well aware of the circumstance.

“Hey, is Aisha asleep?” Mrs. Belle moved her head to the side to look behind her but couldn’t hear Aisha’s voice.

“Yes, perhaps she is worn out after playing in the amusement park today.” Aisha is currently sleeping comfortably in the back while snoring because Jerry hasn’t woken her up with the spell yet.

“Then it’s time for us to go home straight away.”

Aisha’s head was placed on Jerry’s lap to help her fall asleep, and Jerry quietly open his panel. The amount of red stars shouldn’t be low after this time’s intense fighting, in which he had participated in the rescue of numerous civilians and soldiers.

“Fifty thousand!”

When he saw the amount of red stars on the display, even though he knew it would not be less, he nearly lost control of his voice.

He had previously put a lot of effort for a month, patrolling the area on a broomstick every evening, doing a good job and putting an end to crimes, but he had only amassed 20,000 red stars overall. However, he made 30,000 tonight while only playing a supporting role. He was very taken aback by this.

It appears that he still needs to take part in more of this kind of risky activity if he wants the panel to grant him additional red stars. In fact, Jerry is still unsure of exactly how the panel’s red star incentive system works.

He initially thought that it was comparable to the force of cause and effect and merit. However, it makes no difference what he does, whether he causes catastrophes or saves himself. It doesn’t follow the cause-and-effect, virtue, and merit laws that he is aware of.

He also learned that his method for getting red stars had a peculiar characteristic. That is, even if it is believed that completing nice things will earn you a red star, it is not entirely true.

For instance, red stars appeared when he assisted the elderly woman in crossing the street and while she was dumping her trash.

But if he offered money to the elderly woman or to beggars on the side of the road, there wouldn’t be any red stars.

He will occasionally receive different amount of red stars for the same action.

For instance, in the identical robbery scenario, the robber is wielding both a knife and a pistol, the robber is both slim and tall, and the number of red stars he will get after solving it differs.

It’s unique. It appears that he must take part in it himself, and the more lives he saves and the more red stars he earns, the more powerful and terrible the enemy he has to face.

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Mrs. Bailey emerged from the room yawning at eight o’clock in the morning wearing only a men’s white vest that was a little baggy.

After sending Jerry and Aisha home, Mrs. Belle stayed because she had discussed yesterday that Haas might be busy tonight. She deliberately up early today with the intention of making oatmeal for the kids, toasting some bread, and frying an egg.

She might have two kids in the future, and she won’t be able to relax as she usually does when she’s at home like this.

But as she entered the living room, she was astounded and exclaimed, “Jerry, you…woke up so early?”

“Good morning, Mrs. Belle! I’m used to waking up early. I’ve also got breakfast ready. It’s a breakfast in the Chinese way. I’m not sure if it appeals to your taste!”

Jerry, who was seated on the sofa, said to Mrs. Belle, who was standing nearby, while putting the magic book away.

“It suits… it suits my appetite.”

In a daze, Mrs. Belle surveyed the sumptuous breakfast spread before pointing in the general direction of the restroom and saying, “Alright then… I’m going to do my laundry.”

“Okay.” Jerry nodded.

“Huh?” As soon as Mrs. Belle exited the restroom, she had a perplexed expression.

“What is the issue?” Jerry quickly rushed over.

“Where are the clothes I changed yesterday?” She whispered a little bewildered as he noticed Mrs. Belle pointing to the laundry basket in the bathroom.

“Oh, I hand-washed every item of clothing when I washed them in the morning, and they are currently drying on the balcony. It should be dry in two hours, teacher. You can use dad’s clothes first for the time being.”

Only then did Jerry recall that Mrs. Belle and the clothing they changed yesterday had washed themselves clean and hung them on the balcony when he used the cleaning magic in the morning.

“This….”

Mr. Belle turned to face Jerry. When she entered this family, she was incredibly doubtful that she would be able to care for the two kids on her own or that she would be taken care of by them.

“Okay, teacher, you must move quickly. Breakfast won’t taste nice if it’s too cold!” Jerry returned to the living room to continue reading after telling her about it.

In fact, Jerry has now vaguely discovered that Mrs. Belle doesn’t seem to be very good at cooking and doing housework, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to count on her to take over the cooking and housework in the future.

It’s not that Mrs. Belle doesn’t want to, but she’s not very good at it. Jerry believes that if she isn’t very good at it, he should do it on his own. He isn’t used to eating toast and oatmeal in the morning, after all.

Aside from that, it doesn’t take much time now that he is skilled at both cleaning and magic. He only needs to wave his magic wand to do the task.

“It appears that in the near future, I will have to look after one more member of this family. These may be the things I have to take care of from now on. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility!”

At home, the more people you know, the more work you do.