American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

“Well…” Harvey considered for a moment and said, “I will help settle him in tomorrow, don’t worry.”

“But…” Wanda looked hesitant.

Harvey interrupted and reassured him, "Pietro isn't an incapable child. Are you worried he'll get lost?"

The two siblings have relied on each other for more than ten years. Now that Wanda has superpowers, she actually wants to help her brother Pietro.

"Then... could Pietro learn magic from me?" Wanda asked cautiously.

Wanda is able to learn magic because the power of chaos is also a form of magic, which is why she can learn the arcane magic of Kamar-Taj.

As for the curses in the Harry Potter world, they may be due to the wizarding nature of the wizards.

The sorcerers of Kamar-Taj simply cannot comprehend the principles of casting spells based on emotions.

So Harvey shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Pietro doesn't have any magical talent, but I have a way to give him special abilities."

Wanda was a little disappointed when she heard the first half of the sentence, but her eyes lit up when she heard the second half.

"Really? Something like my ability?"

"No, everyone's talents are different."

Harvey shook his head and chuckled, "Besides, having special abilities isn't necessarily a good thing, especially in a world as dangerous as it is now."

"Having special abilities only makes it easier for danger to come knocking on your door."

Wanda only vaguely understood what he was saying, but she could tell that Harvey clearly didn't want Pietro to gain superpowers.

She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "It's better to have the ability to fight danger than to have no way to resist. At least you can control your own destiny."

In response to Wanda's complaints, Harvey, speaking from experience, advised, "Your idea seems good, but it will only drag Pietro into the abyss."

"Ordinary people who possess superhuman strength may not necessarily have the mindset to control that strength."

"Just like Pietro, who has only just come of age, can you guarantee that he won't become arrogant and conceited because of his abilities?"

After carefully considering her brother's personality, Wanda hesitated and said, "Pietro shouldn't have such a drastic change in character..."

"It's hard to say." Harvey never believed in human nature.

"Power is the most fascinating thing; it's easy for people to become lost in the pursuit of power and unable to extricate themselves."

Hearing these somewhat alarmist words, Wanda really panicked.

"Isn't there a way to have the best of both worlds?"

Harvey was taken aback by her naivety and said helplessly, "You're quite greedy, but it's actually safer to be an ordinary person. Anyway, think it over slowly. I'm going to get busy now."

"Don't go yet!" Wanda's tone was somewhat urgent.

"Can't you stay with me tonight?"

Harvey was just about to set off when he stopped again and joked:

"You're not trying to seduce me, are you? Too bad I'm really busy. I'll check your sincerity when I have some free time."

After saying that, he turned and left without hesitation.

Wanda finally mustered up her courage, only to be rejected to her face, her pretty face turning pale and red.

She wanted to cling to him no matter what, but she was afraid of being firmly rejected again.

In the end, Wanda could only watch Harvey disappear through the living room door with a resentful expression.

Harvey stepped into the elevator, still feeling regretful. He really wanted to explore the glimpse of Wanda's neckline more closely.

Chapter 51 Refining Healing Potions

Upon arriving at the underground parking garage, Harvey saw Steve strapped to the lab table, his face as white as paper, looking weak and on the verge of death.

"Resuscitate quickly!"

Harvey cast a resurrection spell, restoring some color to Steve's complexion.

"water..."

"What a hassle, the spring water is so clear!"

A stream of clear water appeared out of nowhere and kept pouring into Steve's chapped lips.

"GuluGulu~"

After drinking his fill of water, Steve felt his weakened body recover quickly. He tried to break free of his restraints, but the Devil Vines held him firmly to the lab table.

Helpless, he could only give up struggling and, looking at the dim ceiling, asked, "What do you want from me to let me go?"

Harvey thought about it and realized that research on physique-enhancing potions had stalled.

The collected experimental samples were already sufficient, so they were of little use to Steve.

Keeping him around would require a lot of effort to take care of, lest he starve or die of thirst.

Therefore, Harvey decided to let him go.

"Everything is forgotten!"

Steve's eyes were filled with confusion.

Harvey opened a portal and swiftly cast a levitation spell to throw the opponent inside.

Then, the portal disappeared.

"No one's bothering us anymore, let's get to work."

The batch of healing potions from Kamar-Taj would take at least two months to complete, based on my own potion-making speed.

Time is like Galleons!

He walked quickly to the lab bench.

Harvey skillfully followed the blood-replenishing formula, picking up each ingredient from the material processing table next to him and placing them into a tin crucible.

Start cooking and stir constantly...

This batch of potions contains a total of twenty bottles of blood-replenishing potion, twenty bottles of bone-regenerating potion, three bottles of waking potion, ten bottles of hemostatic potion, and thirty bottles of vitality tonic.

Harvey spends eight hours a day brewing potions, and in his spare time, apart from eating, he guides Wanda in controlling the power of chaos.

After three months of hard work, he finally finished refining all the healing potions.

It was early August, a scorching afternoon.

After Harvey delivered the newly concocted healing potion to Kamar-Taj, he returned to find Hermione blocking his way in the living room, annoyed and demanding an explanation:

"When will I finally be allowed to return to Hogwarts?"

“I know you’re in a hurry, but don’t rush,” Harvey began to explain earnestly.

"I am looking for ways to treat Professor Dumbledore's injuries. If he does not receive timely treatment, he may have to reach the end of his life prematurely."

"Professor Dumbledore is injured?" Hermione's eyes were full of doubt.

Harvey had no choice but to patiently explain to her how Dumbledore was harmed by Voldemort's Horcruxes.

During those three months, he would return to Hogwarts every other week to check on Dumbledore's injuries.

To avoid the old man with the white beard passing away prematurely before he could find a treatment.

Fortunately, Dumbledore's injury is relatively stable, but Harvey doesn't have much time left.

He estimated that the white-bearded old man would only last two more months before his limit was reached, and he needed to find a treatment and return to Hogwarts before that time.

After hearing about Dumbledore's injury, Hermione's face was filled with worry:

“A wound to the soul is an incurable injury. Can you find a way to heal Professor Dumbledore?”

“Found half of it.” Harvey took the Watombo wand from the seamless stretch pocket in his pocket.

"This wand is an artifact of the Ancient Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj, possessing miraculous effects in healing soul wounds, but relying on only one treatment method is not enough to guarantee success."

He turned to look out the window at the southeast, and then said:

"There is another healing artifact in this world, which is the skeleton of a divine dragon. It has the power to prolong life and provide powerful healing effects."

"I think a two-pronged approach is more secure."

Since it concerned Dumbledore's life, Hermione, who had a deep affection for Hogwarts, said impatiently, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go find the dragon bones now!"

Seeing even the usually calm little witch tugging at his clothes in a hurry, Harvey slowly shook his head and said unhurriedly:

"The dragon bone is a sacred object of Kunlun. Many forces have been eyeing this treasure. If we act rashly, we may become the target of everyone's attacks."

To prolong Professor Dumbledore's life, Hermione's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and she said firmly:

"No one can stop us, otherwise I wouldn't mind testing the results of my black magic training."

Harvey was quite surprised to see Hermione display such an unusually murderous look.

"Miss Know-It-All, you don't seem to have ever killed anyone, do you? Is it because it involves someone important that you're willing to cross the line?"

Hermione, dressed in a light green wizard's robe, took out her wand and assumed a fighting stance.

"Stop talking nonsense. Don't you always say that bottom lines are meant to be broken?"

"Hmm?" Harvey raised an eyebrow, finding it quite amusing. He opened a portal to Hell's Kitchen in New York, gave a slight bow, and jokingly invited:

"Your Excellency the Dark Wizard, are you ready to hear the agonizing cries of your enemies in hell?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and said irritably, "I want to send you to hell first!"

After saying that, she took the lead and stepped into the portal.

Harvey followed with a smile.

The two arrived at the streets of Hell's Kitchen.

On a sweltering summer afternoon, waves of heat swept over us.

In this sweltering heat, even the gangsters from Hell's Kitchen are reluctant to come out for free shopping.

Hermione was still wearing her heavy wizard robes, and sweat kept dripping from her forehead from the scorching sun.

The manor, which was enchanted and remained cool in summer and warm in winter, made the two of them feel very uncomfortable when they suddenly came to the outside world.

"My God, it's so hot! Let's go back as soon as we find the dragon bones. This weather is really scorching!"