Chapter 3: Braised Egg (X) motherfuxxer MAN

Chapter 3: Braised Egg (X) motherfuxxer MAN (√)

Wes Elvin began his magic journey in Hogwarts, a mysterious and solemn magic school, with great anticipation.

At the same time, he was also curious about the function of the mysterious panel.

After a careful exploration, he found that this panel seemed to have no other surprising functions except that it could take him to travel freely between the two worlds and accurately display its own attributes.

As time went by, Wes Elvin also entered adulthood, and he was surprised to find that his magic power was still growing.

You know, in this wonderful world of Harry Potter.

Usually, after a wizard reaches adulthood, the growth of magic power will stagnate and reach a relatively stable state.

Wes Elvin knew very well in his heart that he did not think he was the unique existence.

In other words, this amazing magic power is still growing, which must be the unique ability given to him by the panel.

This is a powerful ability with infinite possibilities and can continue to grow.

Wes Elvin was ecstatic after realizing this.

This means that there is no upper limit to his strength development, and there are endless possibilities waiting for him to explore.

Soon, Wes Elvin successfully graduated from Hogwarts with an outstanding result of undisputed first place.

Unexpectedly, he unexpectedly rejected many job opportunities that were quite outstanding and attractive in the eyes of other wizards.

Just because his panel had changed, a new word appeared in the world column-"Maze Rice".

Wes Elvin decided to bravely explore this new world without hesitation.

It was a world that could be called a paradise for explorers. In the maze inside it, there were a large number of magical beasts, a wide variety of precious medicinal materials, and huge coveted treasures.

In that world full of opportunities and challenges, Wes Elvin successfully harvested his first pot of gold.

Relying on the potion science and alchemy learned at Hogwarts, he was very skilled and meticulous in making various magical potions with wonderful effects and unique magic props.

This process not only greatly honed his skills, making them more skilled and exquisite, but also became Wes Elvin's main source of income.

Today, the panel presentation has become as follows:

Host: Wes Elvin

World: Marvel Harry Potter; Labyrinth Rice

Occupation: Wizard/Pharmacist/Alchemist

Level: 3

You know, the strength of level 3 is equivalent to the level of Hogwarts professors, and the outstanding ones are the highly respected deans of various colleges.

Wes Elvin's strength has reached the peak of level 3.

Thanks to the rich and diverse resources of the three worlds, Wes Elvin's strength has been rapidly improved, allowing him to fully digest the vast amount of knowledge he learned in Hogwarts for 7 years.

However, Wes Elvin keenly realized that if he wanted to successfully enter the higher realm of level 4, his current accumulated foundation was still obviously insufficient, and the existing knowledge he had mastered could not effectively support him to impact the higher realm of magic.

"I still have to go back to Hogwarts. The tens of thousands of books in the library that contain profound magical knowledge are enough for me to gain the power needed to impact the 4th level. I should have worked harder back then." Wes Elvin couldn't help but sigh, "But my reputation is not very good. Will Headmaster Dumbledore agree to my application?"

In order to further improve his magical ability, Wes Elvin has dealt with those evil dark wizards in the past, and has done a lot of things that violate the Ministry of Magic's ban.

Headmaster Dumbledore, who has always been well-informed, could not be unaware of this.

"Anyway, I have to try it. Anyway, I have already disposed of the inventory. I will go to the Harry Potter world to replenish the required materials first."

"Zandi, have you packed your things?"

Wes Elvin asked loudly.

"Ready, my master."

Zandi answered loudly, while holding a brown suitcase that looked much larger than itself.

"Let's go, get ready to go to Diagon Alley." Wes Elvin said decisively.

"Yes!" Jandi replied.

Then, Jandi opened the suitcase with a swift movement and walked in.

What was strange was that after putting it in, the appearance of the suitcase did not change at all.

This suitcase was Wes's masterpiece, and its inspiration was based on Newt Scamander's magical suitcase.

A series of powerful and practical magics such as the traceless stretching spell and the constant temperature spell were applied to the inside of the suitcase, and various rare and precious materials were added during the production.

The surface of the suitcase is made of precious dragon skin, and even a small button on it is worth a lot of money.

Although it looks like an ordinary suitcase from the outside, the space inside is surprisingly large, with three fully equipped laboratories and five spacious storage rooms.

It is no exaggeration to say that almost all of Wes's wealth is stored in it.

Wes picked up this precious suitcase and disappeared on the spot.

The mysterious Hogwarts Potions Shop at 7 Arthur Avenue also disappeared in the deep night, as if it had never existed.

"Chief, the potion shop has disappeared." Phil Cordon, who has been closely concerned here, hurriedly reported as soon as possible.

"I know, come back." A brief reply came from the phone.

"Yes, the chief."

Phil Cordon responded, and then glanced at the place where the Arthur Avenue 6 and 8 of the middle of the Arthur Avenue were located, and then drove his car in a hurry.

The car galloped all the way, and soon drove into the Trusty Headquarters Building.

After stopping, Phil Corerson couldn't take a breath, and took a big step to the door of the director's office.

He first stood up, carefully sorted out his slightly messy dress, then raised his right hand, and gently rang the door.

"Well!"

"Well!"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

"Well!"

"Come in." There was a low voice in the house.

Phil Cordon took a deep breath and slowly pushed away the door, and the room was dark.

"Chief, to be honest, I can't see you at all if you don't turn on the lights." Phil Cordon said helplessly.

The lights were lit instantly, and I saw a bright head like a braised egg appearing in front of the eyes ...

A black man with a big bald man crossed his hands and stared at Phil Cornson with a very sharp look.

The man sat steadily on a luxurious boss chair, and the prestigious gesture seemed to control everything.

"Phil, I hope you bring me good news."

Nick Furi's face was gloomy and stared at Phil Cordon tightly.

Phil Kelson shrugged helplessly, saying, "It's a pity, it is a bad news. The boss of the potion shop is indeed a magician."

"Yeah."

The bad news did not make Nick Frey's expression change at all, and his tone was flat.

"According to my observation, the magician seems to be just to get gold, and the degree of danger is not high for the time being."

Phil Cordon said carefully.

"Is this your judgment? Phil, think about it, what is our duties?"

"Maintain the world's security and protect the lives of ordinary people." Phil Cordon straightly answered loudly.

"That's right, but now you say that a magician who is so mysterious and not under our control has no threat!" Nick Frey's tone became severe.

"Can you guarantee that this magician has always been so honest?"

"If it is not nowadays, I really want to send you back to the college to study again! Exercise your ability to judge!"

"Sorry Sir!" Phil Kolson lowered his head and felt guilty.

"List this guy as an XXX -level observation object, at all costs to figure out his true identity and all the details."

Nick Frey waved his hand and issued an order.

"Yes, SIR!"

Phil Carson quickly led his death and turned away.

Nick Frey looked at the bustling and dangerous New York outside the window, feeling thousands of emotions: "There are endless terrorists, and sometimes aliens who come to the earth 'guests" from time to time, now a mysterious and unpredictable magic emerges. division."

He punched it on the glass and said hatred: "Do you have to run out and say that you want to rule humans!"

"Motherfuxxer!"

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