I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Tallan Industries.

Rumlow really likes his cotton coat that highlights his good figure.

He stood in the Tallan Industrial Hall, arms crossed.

"Ding."

The elevator reached the first floor, and when the door opened, Rumlow greeted him.

"Mr. Wick." He said respectfully, and naturally walked one step behind Watson.

As a qualified bodyguard, Rumlow can always protect his employer well.

"I really hope Uri can change the bad habits that John had during his management," Watson complained. "He used to like to do things by himself, instead of sitting in an office a hundred floors up and looking at the opposite side with a telescope. Café customers.”

Watson was talking to himself, and Rumlow was used to his behavior.

Founder of the High Table, underground president, and major shareholder of Taran Industries.

No matter which identity it is, it is enough to make people fear and panic.

But in front of familiar people, he looks more like an ordinary financial manager in middle age.

The two came to the Taran Industrial Garage. Rumlow pointed to the luxurious car and asked, "Rolls-Royce?"

"No, that's too high-profile." Watson looked at the Lamborghini aside and said, "It's better to be low-key."

A moment later, a convertible Lamborghini was racing on the road.

Watson drove. He liked the feeling of feeling the air flowing over his head and the sound being blown away.

"Some of my former colleagues became mercenaries, and their bosses paid a large price to rob a biological weapon." Rumlow had to speak to Watson in a louder voice.

Watson heard this and responded loudly, "Biological weapons? What is that?"

"I don't know," Rumlow said loudly, "It's something that was carried in a meteorite that fell on the earth. The company used that meteorite to study it."

"There are Avengers in this world." Watson finally slowed down.

Because there are police officers checking the speed on the road ahead.

"We don't care about biological weapons," he said.

Rumlow shrugged, "That's right, but I know the moral character of those guys, and they will make a big splash."

"That's better. There is a man named Tony Stark among the Avengers. He is very rich." Watson disagreed.

Rumlow then brought the topic to another matter, "Someone is eyeing the treatment capsules on the black market. Maya Hansen reported to the security department that her employees have been harassed recently."

The treatment capsule is currently Tallan Industries' top weapon, claiming to be able to treat most serious injuries.

Now that Taran Industries has entered the medical industry, the therapeutic capsules have received a lot of attention.

When Watson heard that someone was targeting him, he became serious, "Whoever it is, let him pay the price."

"Do you need me to go?" Rumlow asked.

"No, I know some people who are better suited to do these things." Seeing that the police car was no longer in sight, Watson grinned, "They are called the Suicide Squad."

"I can't let you leave, we have to do more dangerous things."

Rumlow asked strangely: "What happened?"

Even he, a former Hydra agent, has not received any other important information about Tallan Industries. What is more important than others targeting the treatment capsule?

Watson gradually accelerated, his voice becoming blurred in the air waves.

"Christmas is coming and I want to give my son a big gift."

"Oh, of course, my dear little princess Ariana, too."

"I heard that the stuffed bear factory produced a three-meter-tall bear. What do you think of this gift?"

"Mr. Wick, allow me to offend, that's a really bad idea."

Amid the conversation between the two people, the car gradually moved away.

...

Malfoy Manor.

When talking about the Manor, ordinary people will first think of Downton Abbey.

But in the wizarding world, Malfoy Manor is definitely an iconic place.

They have rich marble.

There are also gorgeous white peacocks.

The magnificent stone carvings of the Duke of Malfoy Manor speak of a rich heritage, and they have even collaborated with royalty from the Muggle world.

Even though purebloods said they hated Muggles at that time.

Hundreds of portraits connected in a tree shape in the house tell the story of the family's glorious past.

This sacred and ancient pure-blood family has existed in the name of the family since Hogwarts was not founded.

Just as Weasley is a Gryffindor, Malfoy must be a Slytherin.

This is as natural as a bird laying eggs or a rooster crowing.

The black metal door slowly opened.

The mysterious Malfoy Manor is shrouded in mystery.

Carriages pulled by black horses drove into the manor.

There were people sitting inside who covered their faces with black cloaks, without exception.

None of them are wizards.

They are Muggles, Muggles with power and wealth.

The ancient Malfoy Manor welcomes non-wizards.

The former master of the manor has many wrinkles on his face and the proud expression of Malfoy that never changes.

Lucius was overlooking the approaching carriage from the upper floor of the manor. He said to his grandson, who he knew was a Malfoy child at a glance: "Look at those miserable guys who have no connection with magic."

"This is the moment they are closest to magic. From then on, they struggle and long for magic, and finally regret it for the rest of their lives."

"Ah, what a miserable wretch. He will never be able to see the light of the Witch King, and even a simple levitating spell will be called a miracle."

The little guy with platinum blond hair put his feet up, trying to see what the poor creature looked like down there.

It's a pity that he inherited the Malfoy genes very well, just like his father was not tall when he was in first grade, and the five-year-old boy was not as tall as the expensive handrail at home.

His grandmother Narcissa Malfoy, the always pure daughter of the Black family, was staring at her husband with speechless and suppressed anger.

"Lucius, you should teach Scorpius useful magic instead of preaching what Voldemort said."

Lucius coughed twice, and the proud expression on his face was a bit unbearable.

He just had a habit of belittling those Muggles who arrived.

Who told him to grow up with this set of theories? It would be really difficult for him to change it.

Besides, Scorpius is only five years old. As a child, if he doesn't pay attention to those cunning Muggles, he will suffer big losses in the future.

Narcissa turned her head and ignored her feudal-minded husband, and called Scorpius sternly but endearingly: "Scorpius, let's go."

Scorpius turned around and walked away obediently, not missing his grandfather at all.

Lucius stood there, cold wind blowing in along the window.

So lonely.

Sure enough, the only person in this family who can speak a common language with me is my dear granddaughter Alice.

Another day of missing Alice.

Malfoy Hall.

No matter how many times they come, those Muggles can't help but think about the mystery of this family.

"Boom!"

The sound of a silver-headed black wooden cane with an exquisite Malfoy family crest tapping on the wooden handrail could be heard.

Draco, who had succeeded the position of head of the Malfoy family, slowly walked out.

"Lord Malfoy."

The Muggles saluted respectfully.

They lowered their heads in awe of the mysterious head of the magical family.

The existence of magic requires people to be in awe at all times.

Draco stood on the second floor. He looked down and said in a calm and unmistakable voice: "Take off the mask."

The Muggles who heard this thought they had heard wrongly.

They hide their identities because they don't want people to know that they have interactions with wizards.

Although they both worked for Malfoy, they didn't even know who was standing next to them.

On weekdays, they are only called by their code names.

Take off the mask?

Is this to get them to be honest with each other?

They hesitated.

"Take it off!"

Draco's majestic voice completely lost its appearance in front of the stars.

What he looks like now is the head of the Malfoy family, the first ancient clan!

Under Draco's order, the men had to take off their masks.

Faces that were either familiar or had appeared in financial magazines and TV stations appeared in this spacious hall.

"Congressman Hamilton?"

"Mogul Maurice?"

"Moriarty, you actually..."

Congressmen, rich people, inventors, real estate, water conservancy, real estate industry...

Elites from various industries appear here.

They were surprised to find that the characters they were looking for opportunities or to be polite to each other were all in the same manor.

Draco tapped his cane hard on the armrest, silencing everyone.

His eyes swept over those people.

The congressman succeeded in gaining power with the help of the Malfoy family's money, the rich man succeeded in resurrecting himself with the help of the Malfoy family, and the inventor once knelt in front of him hoping for a chance.

These people are agents that Malfoy has trained over the years.

Now, they meet for the first time.

This manor is filled with behemoths that can quickly cause a city or even a country to decline.

And these people are just pawns trained by Draco for the sake of the king.

The arrogant and domineering Young Master Malfoy has grown up to the point where he can stand on his own during the more than ten years that the King has been in the tower.

"From now on, you don't need masks." Draco's voice rang in everyone's ears.

Lucius looked at his son, the pride and pride in his eyes undisguised.

Little Scorpius looked at his father with admiration.

Narcissa smiled happily at her son.

Beside them, Astoria gently stroked Scorpius' platinum hair, smiling happily.

Draco stared at those people: "Money, power, fame, whatever you want, you can find it here."

"Interests gather here and grudges are settled here."

"You take off your masks because there is no need to cover up anymore."

"Go ahead and use all the power at your disposal."

"To influence, to manipulate, to fool."

"Benefits will be opened to you, and you need to give back the glory."

Draco tapped the ground with his cane, and an exquisite wine glass appeared in front of everyone.

Draco picked up the wine glass and raised it, his calm eyes filled with the passion that surged and swallowed up the world.

"Tell everything to the world, the era of magic is coming, and let yourself be the beneficiary of magic, above all mortals."

He strained his fingers and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.

Excited heart, how long he has been waiting, the light of glory will make magic even greater.

All the emotions turned into the calmness in his tone.

"For eternal glory."

...

"This chapter is finally completed.

Draco's growth is on display.

There was something Johnian about the speech.

ps: Who makes the godson like to imitate the godfather (?)"