I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

The agent was under suspicion, and suddenly someone told him his trust simply and directly.

Natasha's nails dug into the palm of her hand, and the pain came from the almost bleeding indentation, which prevented her from thinking about quitting her job and following John.

"You are such a cunning person." Natasha said suddenly.

John smiled and said, "Is this a compliment?"

"No, that's a description."

Natasha took out her mobile phone and sent the message, then put the mobile phone on the table and leaned on the sofa without any image, "Natasha is off work now, and Natalie is at work."

As she wished, she saw John's stunned expression. Natasha was in a good mood. She leaned sideways on the sofa to outline her good figure, and said with a smile: "You don't think I'm here to help SHIELD spread the word?" ?”

John thought for a while and asked tentatively: "Your wages were deducted because you were absent from work."

"...I'm not here to ask for a salary," Natasha said angrily as she didn't need Taran Industries' salary to survive, "I have something to do with you!"

John felt that asking for a salary was no small matter.

"I'm here to invite you to my house." Natasha said this with a trace of hesitation.

Mainly, there is an ambiguous feeling in this invitation.

If it were anyone else, hearing such an exciting invitation would be as sensible as if someone handed over the room card.

But John was unusual. He asked a crucial question.

"You still have a home?"

Who do you look down on!

After all, Natasha is also a super agent working for S.H.I.E.L.D. After working for all these years, there is no way she doesn’t even have basic rent!

Do you think it's in the East?

Three generations contribute to a house.

Buying a house before the age of 60 means you are young and promising.

Sometimes, Natasha really wishes she was someone as unqualified as Fury.

In this way, when you are full of cordial greetings, you won't have the slightest psychological burden to think that it will damage your image.

Unfortunately, she is not Fury.

You can tell from her fair skin that she is not as talented as her black brothers in singing, dancing, rapping, and playing basketball.

In this world, the racial talents blessed by skin are removed.

Throughout the ages, there is only one man who can master these four things at the same time and is recognized by hundreds of millions of people.

...

John just asked casually.

He didn't expect that Natasha's home would be simple and warm.

Natasha inserted the key into the door lock and twisted it, and the door opened.

There's no fancy fingerprint authentication or titanium walls.

A simple, small house located on a quiet street.

There was some dust on the table that had not been wiped off. John asked, "It's been a long time since you've been back?"

Natasha crossed her arms, nodded and said, "I come back once a year."

"This was originally where I..." Natasha's voice paused, "I planned to retire."

John looked at the room. The overall layout of the room was not that of a tough agent.

Rather, it is simple and has some small warmth.

The living room has a brown carpet and the sofa is covered with a dust cover.

There is no water in the glass vase, and a withered flower is stuck in it.

John raised his hand and stroked the flower, and the dead flower came to life.

"What did you call me to do?"

John asked: "Is it possible that you want to sell it to me?"

"Not for sale," Natasha's eyes kept darting around, "but I need you to do me a favor."

John followed her gaze, not to the ceiling, under the sofa, or behind the curtains.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Find……"

Before she could say anything, Natasha rushed out and threw herself under the table.

A furry hand slapped Natasha on the forehead, and then a one-arm vault jumped over Natasha's head.

The furry little guy is fast and silent.

Run upstairs quickly.

John quietly looked at Natasha lying there with her butt raised, not even trying to help.

Natasha got up, as if she was used to it, "That's the guy."

John's mind at the moment was all about the little bear doll with a pink headdress.

"that is……"

"Arianna gave it to me." Natasha stood up again and said without changing her face, "When I came back, I found that it could move."

She looked at John and said, "Maybe it's because of Ariana's magic."

Compared to Natasha's uncertainty, John was certain that it was Ariana's magic.

When little wizards are young, they will have magical powers that go berserk.

Some little wizards can make objects disappear, while others can make things change.

Because children's emotions are far more extreme than ordinary people.

Even a certain legendary Auror failed to control his emotions when he was a child and inflated his aunt into the sky.

Although this kind of dangerous behavior is rare, it is not uncommon.

As an Obscurus, Ariana's magic is more extreme and can cause greater impact and damage.

She was later brought under control, but this was not the first time that her magic power had leaked into her belongings.

There is magic from Ariana in that little bear doll.

Similar to transfiguration, the bear is driven as if it were a living creature.

Natasha said that she had always carried the little bear with her, but later some tasks became too dangerous, so she placed the little bear in this house.

She came back here on Christmas Day.

But they found that the little bear came to life and avoided Natasha in various ways.

Natasha suspected it had something to do with Ariana.

That's why I asked John for help.

After all, wizards still need wizards to solve matters.

John did not refuse after hearing this.

He walked upstairs and saw the pink bear showing a pair of motionless eyes around the corner.

Walking over leisurely, John watched the little bear turn his head as he walked.

The soft feet stepped on the ground, as if they were playing hide and seek.

John walked to the attic on the second floor.

Here, there is a lot of clutter.

Natasha should have been piled here.

John walked over and saw a little bear in a cardboard box reaching out for a hug.

Stretching out his hand to let it climb up, John held the bear in one hand and looked at the cardboard box.

It had Ariana's name written on it.

Natasha followed and said, "Ariana will send me something. She sent it for Christmas."

Opened, there were some handmade items and a book inside.

The little bear in John's hand patted John's hand and pointed to the book.

He took out the book. There were no words on it, just white.

Like a pure white brick.

Natasha added: "It appeared to be a notepad, it was empty."

As an agent, when she encountered something sent by Ariana, she immediately checked and looked for the information sent.

"I understand now why the little bear avoided you."

John looked at the book. There was nothing in it and it looked ordinary.

But in fact, there are things inside that only John can see.

In other words, this is what John gave Ariana.

Only family and friends are worthy of having the Witch King write a book for them.

This thing shouldn't appear here, at least it shouldn't appear in Natasha's hands.

Because this is not only a book, but also a powerful alchemical tool that has everything John has prepared for his sister.

Ariana is special. Not only is she an Obscurus, but she also never went to a magic school.

So John incorporated all the magic in it for her.

It can even be said that the content in this book is enough to make the wizarding world go crazy.

Thinking of this, John handed the bear to Natasha.

Under her curious gaze, John took out his wand and tapped it lightly on the book.

The words in his mouth were strange and incomprehensible, with a heavy and ancient sound.

"Phoenix, Fire Dragon and Silver Wolf."

As the words fell, traces appeared on the originally empty writing, like a blur of ink.

Large gilded characters appear on the cover.

"Practical magic picture book?"

Natasha looked at the thing, raised her eyebrows and said, "It sounds like some kind of children's book."

"This is not a children's book," John rubbed his fingers on the edge of the book. The thick cover was round and would not hurt his fingers.

He looked at Natasha and asked, "Where did it come from?"

"I checked, it's in a small town in New Jersey." Natasha's little bear climbed up and sat on her shoulder, "But it's already two weeks before Christmas there, and Ariana is not there."

John narrowed his eyes, what was Ariana's purpose in sending this book?

Why not come directly to yourself?

The little bear probably moved because he felt Ariana's breath and the magic power in his body was activated.

It has Ariana's magic, guiding herself to find the book.

Weirdness came over him, and John felt that maybe he shouldn't let his sister out anymore.

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