All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 195 You give the choice, I give the answer

Linde and the others went downstairs with erratic footsteps.

Standing in front of the oven, Stan held the glowing lasagna and burst into tears. Those who didn't know thought he was moved by the delicious food he made, but in fact it was because he was not wearing sunglasses and was dazzled by the strong light.This dish with a lot of special effects looks like a flash bomb. The old man didn't know that someone was messing around upstairs, so he didn't flash back in time.

It is said that good food is full of color, flavor and aroma. This meat sauce lasagna is full of sound and light effects. Invisible shock waves continuously explode from the baking pan, making people's clothes shake and their hair fly. It slowly calmed down until it was served on the table. After the clouds dissipated, the grilled, browned and crispy cheese was revealed.

Galli cheered and flew to the table.

"Go and wash your hands." The old man shouted, and he fumbled around with his handkerchief to wipe away his tears.

Linde stepped forward and apologized, "I'm so sorry for using your brush."

"Oh, I'm telling you." Stan waved his hand and smiled playfully, "It's okay, I play like this sometimes."

The three of them sat around the small square table, Jiali was holding a knife and fork, her feet happily tap-dancing on the floor, and she kept chanting: lasagna, lasagna, lasagna... Well, I like it so much!

Stan cut a large piece and put it on a plate and handed it to Gali, rubbing her head, "Eat it, you little glutton."

Kali ate like a hundred tigers possessing her food, and her expression was even more exaggerated than a two-dimensional girl. Every bite was delicious.

Stan said that watching her eat, the old lady in the nursing home could swallow three slices of pizza.

Linde was also looking forward to this unique style of lasagna, but before he put the first bite into his mouth, there was a knock on the door.As the only young man in the house, of course he could only open the door.

It turned out that neighbors came here following the scent. They swallowed hard and asked the family if they needed help.

Lind said there was no need to help. Seeing that more and more people were gathering around him, he cast a confusion spell to make these Muggles go back to their respective homes.

He was thinking about the food, so he hurried back to the dining table.

The making of lasagna is not complicated. A layer of crust, a layer of meat sauce, and a layer of cheese are stacked repeatedly until the baking tray is full. It is considered a very folk dish, and it is up to the person to be rich and frugal.

He had been greedy when watching "Garfield" and "Friends" before. Rather than being attracted by the dish itself, he was more touched by the flavor of life contained in it. Just like home-cooked braised pork, it was a necessary dish. Take the trouble to make it, and make it a common delicacy that can satisfy you and your diners.

Stan and Gary were so excited that their eyebrows were dancing.

Linde picked up the fork, the bite didn't touch his lips, and a circle of portals suddenly appeared in the living room.

The carefree Tony poked his head out, "Lin! So you are here..." He sniffed and his eyes lit up, "What is so fragrant? Brother, give me a bite."

Lind put down his fork, "Mr. Stark, what do you want from me?"

Tony shrugged, "I just saw that you disappeared, so I came over to say hello. I just made a big decision. I'm going to close Stark Industries' weapons department."

"Well, it's a good decision." Linde always agreed with measures to maintain peace.

Stan rolled his eyes at Tony who suddenly broke in, "Young man, I didn't invite you to break into the house privately."

Tony didn't seem to know Stan Lee at all. It was clear that the old man had attended the memorial service just now. He tasted a piece of lasagna with a shy face and immediately praised him, "Old sir, was this dish made by you? Are you interested in being a chef?" My personal chef? How about a monthly salary of fifty thousand dollars?"

If this was a gourmet show, the next plot would be the legendary story of the emergence of an old chef god who swept the Michelin list, Stark held a conference of the best chefs in the world, and Stan Lee defeated famous chefs from all over the world to win the top spot.

Stan didn't plan to share, after all, such a large plate was not enough for Galisse's teeth.He drove Tony away with a few words, and the playboy reluctantly went back to the portal. Before leaving, he said to Linde: "Lin, I have an idea. I want to build some cool things. If you are interested, you can come to Malibu and find me." .”

Malibu was in California, on the west coast, and New York was on the east coast, and he had gone far enough in one go.The main production lines and departments of Stark Industries are in California, and Tony has better technical support after returning there.He is ready to continue to develop the steel armor, and he will definitely make it into a magic weapon.The magic armor should be quite interesting.

Lind thought of Nelos's brass mecha. It seemed that the magician also had a dream of flying a Gundam. Speaking of which, Nelos has also been invited into the library tower by Brelena. This bad-tempered old mage and Tony might have something in common.

After driving away the irrelevant people, Lind picked up the fork again.

Ding dong, the doorbell rings.

Linde sighed, the successive visitors really didn't know how to pick the time.

"Go open the door quickly." Stan urged with a smile.

The effectiveness of the confusion spell is not very strong, and ordinary people can resist psychological suggestions as long as they are determined.

Several agents were outside the door. The leader had a kind face and a gentle smile. It was Phil Coulson, who was also an old acquaintance of Marvel, and his frequency of appearance was comparable to that of MacArthur in World War II documentaries.

"Hello, I'm Phil Coulson, from the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistic Support Agency. I have some security issues to consult with you." Agent Coulson showed the relevant credentials, "Can we come in?"

According to local laws, without a search warrant, law enforcement officers are not allowed to enter a house without the invitation of the owner, but this is also useful to the police. As agents, they will never hesitate when they want to break into a house.

Linde said that he was still eating and asked them to find a coffee shop and wait.

Agent Coulson sniffed and said, "It smells so good. Is this your family's craftsmanship?" The agents behind him were swallowing saliva without leaving a trace, their eyes wandering, and they seemed to be aroused.

Lind turned back and asked: "Stan, there is an agent named Coulson here who wants to make a living. Do you agree?"

"Let him out!"

Lind shrugged, snapped his fingers, and Coulson filed away with the agents, who wandered the streets aimlessly for half an hour.

Then he suddenly woke up.

Colson only felt his eyes blurred. He and his colleagues were squatting on the roadside for some reason, eating sandwiches and drinking instant coffee.

Linde came from not far away, "Mr. Colson, what question do you want to ask me?"

Coulson looked nervous. He had realized that he might be mind-controlled, and the agents were also at risk.

"Sir, I need to know your name, why you appeared with the missing Tony Stark, and what tricks you just did to us?"

Lind told him, "I'm a traveler, I don't belong to this world, you can call me De Lin. I met Tony by chance, but he relied on me and refused to leave. What I used on you just now is magic, just like so."

He snapped his fingers, and the pistols on the agents' waists turned into balloon toys, exploding with crackling noises.

With a calm expression, Coulson stared at Linde closely, trying to analyze his personality and psychological characteristics.

"You are thinking that I am a dangerous person, right?" Linde smiled, "Of course you can feel that way, but mites don't need to think about the good and evil of human beings, they just need to live the life in front of them."

"Do you think ordinary people are mites?"

"I have to use a metaphor, which may have hurt your self-esteem. I'm really sorry. In my eyes, everyone is a treasure, not dust or ants." Linde looked at these agents who were facing a powerful enemy, "But I also I sincerely suggest you ignore my presence.”

Coulson was silent for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand, "Or, can we make friends?"

"It will take time to prove it." Linde ignored the handshake of friendship. "Next time, if you are ready, you can stand in front of me again. You give the choice, and I will give the answer."

Seeing Linde drifting away, Coulson felt a chill in his heart. He shouted to the wizard's back: "We will meet again! Soon!"

The man raised his hand and didn't look back.