Into Space

The best thing about the fifth-level time travel mode is not that it can insert a complete causal identity into another world.

The biggest advantage is that because the time travel mode is complex, you can spend extra gems to complete more operations.

Currently, Basil is stuck in the passage opened by the Gate of Time, not actually descending, but lurking in Ron's subconscious, remotely controlling Merlin Dimension Lord, Hogwarts Headmaster Basil Granger.

What he didn't expect was that S. H. I. E. L. D., which claimed to be a shield separating the real world from the Tomoyo, protecting and preserving the truth, and providing ordinary people with a healthy and peaceful living environment, had actually become a sister S.H.I.E.L.D. of the Department of Department of Magical Law Enforcement, responsible for the Muggle, that is, the human world.

Black Nick Fury must be furious.

However, what Basil least expected was that his words came true; Ron in this world was actually dead.

He even had to spend extra gems to have Ron replace Kent the Skrull.

This is not just a symbol of status, but also a symbol of power.

Despite their ugliness, the Skrull in the comics as interstellar rogues capable of rivaling the Kree Empire.

To be precise, both the Kree and the Flora Colossi of Gru were interstellar representatives they intended to cultivate.

In a two-way competition, the Kree, who were at a disadvantage, chose to reverse their decision.

Eventually, a stable situation emerged where the three great empires were evenly matched.

After all, they are a race created by the Celestial Group.

It can freely change its appearance and disguise itself as another person, and its memories can also be copied. In terms of disguise ability, it is superior to the Worms in Kamen Rider Kabuto.

You can pretend to be more than one person.

The Super-Skrull can even copy the abilities of those they imitate.

The Marvel Cinematic Universe was cut, and the Skrull became space refugees.

Super-Skrull require a target's blood and special equipment to replicate the superpowers of the person they are imitating.

Even so, the average Skrull, at the individual level, was not diminished.

Ron's identity as Kent, Skrull, allowed him to impersonate several people he deemed valuable.

Of course, he didn't impersonate all these characters. Instead, he disguised himself and then used the acquired memories to digest the skills he valued and make them his own.

As a result, he also acquired multiple skills, including shooting, sniping, knife throwing, skiing, judo, card games (gambling), swimming, diving, driving various vehicles (racing cars, airplanes, boats), Goyle, and social skills.

In terms of languages, he also learned English, French, German and Russian.

It's like Skrull version of 007.

If it weren't for the magic granted by the Duel Arena, which prevents replication in this way, it would probably be even more abnormal.

The only pity is that Ron is currently in charge of this identity, and his barren brain is not yet able to process it.

Up until now, perhaps due to the degree of identity recognition, he has quickly digested the memories of Ron belonging to this world, while the memories of Kent belonging to the Skrull are only to the point where he knows the name and has only a general memory related to Harry.

Crack!

A sound Apparition rang out in the station, attracting the attention of most people.

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed in surprise.

The black-haired boy who appeared looked surprised and uncertain, his face and clothes covered in dust.

Ron wasn't the only one who recognized Harry.

This also included guards such as Coulson.

For most of the station's guards, Harry, as Basil Granger's prospective disciple, was already on their radar.

This is equivalent to Nick Fury's high regard for Tony Stark.

Therefore

"Protego Totalum!"

"Armor Charm!"

"Peacekeeper!"

To prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation, Harry was met with beams of magical energy that provided protection.

Ron felt relieved and focused more on the spellcasting tools the guards were using.

This opened his eyes wide. Some people used long, thin rings with two rings on their fingers, some used Muggle metal wands, and some used a string of beads on their wrists. What surprised him most was that one of them was using a teddy bear.

A burly man with a full beard, resembling Hagrid, held up a teddy bear with a pink bow. This combination made Ron momentarily forget about Harry, who was now radiating colorful magical energy, as if he were on a nightclub stage.

Nightclubs, what are nightclubs?

The moment such a thought crossed my mind, images that were too graphic for humans to bear and that only Indians could accept came to mind.

Skrull that ugly?

Why do I need to revert to my original form?

Is this what it feels like to do that? If I were... Lavender.

While Ron was daydreaming, on the other side...

"Hello, I'm Phil Coulson, a Level 8 Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.. Could you briefly describe the problem you're experiencing?"

"I'm Alastor Moody, the Head of the Auror Office. Harry, are you alright?"

The human wall formed by the guards created two paths, allowing the two figures representing the human and wizarding worlds to successfully approach Harry.

Faced with the choice between the prematurely balding, smiling, and incredibly approachable Coulson and the scarred Moody with his single blue magical eye that could stop a child from crying, Harry chose the latter.

"They're Skrull!"

As soon as Harry finished speaking, the surrounding guards and tourists raised their spellcasting tools and shouted, "Specialis Revelio!"

As soon as Ron came to his senses, he, like everyone else in the station, was hit in the face by an invisible wave of magical light.

Oh no, we're going to Azkaban!

He closed his eyes.

"Ten o'clock!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Am I alright? I wasn't Petrifying Charm?

Ron was surprised, tentatively stretched his legs, and then opened his eyes.

Then he saw Harry running towards him and hugging him tightly. "You're not Skrull, you weren't replaced, that's great!"

Ron's body stiffened. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two guards walk up to the petrified Skrull and put a black collar on him. As the collar glowed blue, the Skrull disappeared from the spot.

"It's alright, Harry." Moody approached, then with a whoosh, pointed his wand at Harry. "Specialis Revelio! Thankfully, Harry, you weren't replaced."

Moody moved so fast that only a handful of people had time to aim their hands at him.

Seeing that Moody was just having a physical examination, they all put their hands down.

"Can't your magic eye see through the Skrull?" Ron asked. "And why are the Skrull capturing Harry?"

"If only we could," Moody said. "These pests are camouflaged to the genetic level, and they can't be detected even by blood tests. Only the Kree in the entire universe have the technology specifically designed to detect them."

"Currently, employees of S.H.I.E.L.D.. and the Department of Astronomy are in talks with them."

"I still can't understand how Nick Fury could be so wary of his fellow human beings living on Earth, yet so completely unprepared for the interstellar pests that have come from afar."

"Carl Danvers, too, is she an Earthling or an alien, ignoring her home planet in order to maintain peace on other planets."

"Even Odin of Asgard cares more about the earth than she does."

"Let's set aside the mistakes of our former director for now," Coulson said, approaching. "Our primary concern right now is Mr. Potter's safety. He can no longer remain in the human world, lest he cause a crisis in both worlds."

"Ron, you're the same."

"Me?" Ron pointed to himself. "I haven't bought it for Dad yet—"

"Superstring Theory: The Origin of Time, Space, and the Universe," Coulson said, pulling a huge book from his suit pocket. "Now you just need to go home."

"Yes, you need to go home." Moody pulled out a Crystal filled with green powder, the cork of which had an unknown number on it.

He popped the cork off and drew a circle around Harry and Ron with green powder. "Arthur is waiting for you at the Ministry of Magic."

"What?" Ron didn't react.

Then suddenly they felt a sense of weightlessness. Looking up, they saw Moody and Coulson's faces below them, and the chandelier on the ceiling was getting smaller and smaller.

They continued to fall, and the only patch of light above them shrank into a tiny dot, eventually fading into nothingness.

The only sound around them was Harry's breathing.

The first sound was a commotion.

"Ron, Harry"

Then comes the feeling of being grounded.

A strong arm embraced him, and the familiar scent made him relax.

Even without looking up, he knew, "Dad!"

"Thank goodness you're all alright, otherwise Molly..."

Ron skillfully let his father's rambling go in one ear and out the other.

His attention was entirely focused on the impressive room.

The floor, walls, and even the ceiling are all as flat as a mirror. Rather than being covered with tiles, they look more like a huge piece of marble that has been hollowed out.

The sofas, carpets, desks, fireplaces, and high-backed chairs with casters all look comfortable, while also containing many subtle details of luxury and opulence.

But what attracted Ron the most was the huge bookshelf, which was filled with many books whose titles he didn't quite understand.

However, based on his experience in the Starry World, they are probably all related to science.

"Is this your office, Dad?" Ron couldn't help but utter a voice that sounded almost like a dream.

He was not careless.

In Ron's memory of this world, he had never been to his father's office. The Ministry of Magic in this world did not allow non-employees to enter, not even the wives and children of employees.

And Dad's position is still Director of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, no, it's Director of the Office Against the Misuse of Human Objects.

"Of course." Arthur Weasley turned the photograph on his desk so it was facing them.

In the photo, the nine Weasley family stand in front of the crooked stone the Burrow, beckoning to him.

Ron was suddenly overcome with a strong sense of sorrow. Who knew that the Ron of this world had already died at the hands of the Skrull?

The Skrull with green skin and a lizard-like face, bearing the name Ron.

For a moment, he forgot his doubts: why his father's office was so glamorous and his salary seemed good, and why they still lived in the same house as in his world.

"Arthur, you can bring Harry and the others over now."

The voice was coming from the desk, and it sounded familiar.

"Dumbledore?" Ron rubbed his eyes. In the center of his father's desk, a control panel resembling the Magic Treasure Book had transformed into a projector screen. Above it, a projection appeared— Dumbledore.

To Ron's surprise, Dumbledore in the projection could turn around and seemed to see them.

This is so un-magical.

Ron couldn't quite put his finger on what was off. Floo Network could do the same thing, even deliver items and food, but this just didn't feel very magical.

It's somewhat similar. How come it's technology? Right, technology.

Arthur Weasley had no idea what his 'son' was thinking.

All he knew was that Harry hadn't said a word until now, just holding Ron's hand, seemingly still gripped by fear.

You know, Harry used to have the same personality as James —lively, cheerful, and carefree—but now he's become like this.

Arthur Weasley sighed, tapped his wand lightly on the table, and fine fluorescent blue lines appeared on the smooth black wall, flowing to the ceiling and finally forming a circle composed of countless wavy curves and strange symbols.

A blue beam of light appeared, with golden numbers jumping within it, finally settling on 111111.

"Come on, kids." After the golden numbers disappeared, Arthur Weasley stepped inside first.

Ron was still confused, but seeing that his father had gone inside, he pulled Harry inside as well.

Buzz—

A slightly metallic hum passed by my ear, followed by a flash of blue light.

The next second, Ron found himself in a huge circular room.

The walls and ceiling are transparent.

What is reflected is the pitch-black starry sky and that azure planet.

"Are we in space now?" Harry finally spoke up.

Ron felt his right hand being gripped tightly for a moment, but he understood perfectly.

He was also very excited.

This is outer space.

Space, a place only Champion have ever trod.

In their world, only Muggle astronauts, besides Champion, have ever been there; even Dumbledore hasn't!

And he is now—

"Welcome to my masterpiece, J.A.R.V.I.S.. Give these two kids two Cokes and two cheeseburgers." Ron looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a light blue suit, a checkered tie, and a distinctive mustache.

He sat inside a circular flying vehicle, brazenly observing them.

"Harry Potter, I really don't know what the Sorcerer Supreme saw in you." The speaker was a tall Black man. "Even the Skrull terrify you, May—"

"Come on, Mordo," the mustachioed man said. "Don't take your anger out on the kid just because the Ancient One didn't choose you. I really don't understand why Strange would let you go in his place."

"Stark, you—"

"Quiet," said Dumbledore, who was also seated in the flying vehicle. "Everyone was once a child. What they need most now is quiet, and—"

"Two cheeseburgers." The mustachioed man winked at Ron.

Two round frisbees appeared in front of them, carrying what appeared to be cola and cheeseburgers.

Ron suddenly felt a little fondness for the mustachioed man.

Give me food, and we'll be best friends!