Vision Version of Thanos

Meanwhile, Stark and his group's meeting continued, but Harry, Ron, and even Arthur Weasley were not considered to be allowed to continue listening to what followed.

So, to Ron's utter bewilderment, the mustachioed man who had gained some favor because of the cheeseburger pulled a button from his pocket, pressed it at them, and they vanished from the spot.

I returned to my previous office.

"They really just let us leave like that?" Ron was furious. "And how did that button in Stark's hand send us back?"

This button reminded him of the collar that made the captured Skrull disappear.

"Miniature wormhole transport technology," Arthur Weasley said. "And a little alchemy, though that's just a trinket for him. Mr. Stark is the greatest alchemist of the century."

"His Arc Reactor freed humans and wizards from energy limitations."

As he spoke, Arthur Weasley spoke with a hint of admiration.

Ron noticed this, an admiration he hadn't even seen Dumbledore was mentioned, which made him instantly understand how remarkable this mustachioed man was.

But he was still somewhat depressed.

The boy beside him, who looked exactly like Harry, drew him into the emotions.

"Harry almost got replaced by Skrull and lost his life!"

"How come you forgot about Harry as soon as you heard Thanos was going to invade?"

"Harry is the disciple of the Sorcerer Supreme!"

"A prospective disciple," Harry added quietly from the side.

Ron, his face flushed and neck red, argued vehemently for Harry, "Even a prospective disciple is remarkable!"

Arthur Weasley added, "The Skrull don't kill valuable characters. Those they replace are usually trapped in machines, their personality data constantly updated to prevent any mishaps."

"What do you mean by a valuable character?!" Ron seemed to have been stepped on the tail. So, he, Ron, was worthless in this world and was simply killed?

Harry mistakenly thought Ron was angry for him and took Ron's hand.

"Wizards," Arthur Weasley said. "We've captured Skrull, and for some reason, wizards are seen as valuable figures who cannot be killed."

Ron was so angry that he was trembling all over. Even though it was a hot day, he was covered in cold sweat and his hands and feet were ice cold. Tears almost welled up in his eyes.

Damn it, I, Ron, am not a wizard, so how did I get killed so easily?

My worthlessness outweighs the value of the wizard himself?

He suppressed his anger. "What if they killed the wizard?"

"That means," Arthur Weasley pondered, then grinned and said matter-of-factly, "I can't find the answer to that question. After all, we still don't understand why they value wizards."

Ron, who had been full of anticipation, thinking his father might say something amazing, was immediately deflated.

In the cold universe, an enormous interstellar warship sails.

Countless cries of grief and anger emanated from a planet it had just passed by. Although there was no medium for sound to travel in space, countless grieving souls resonated with it at that moment.

Inside the warship, in a room, the transparent windows reflected the ravaged planet.

The towering figure who orchestrated this catastrophe Carnage had a hint of compassion in his eyes. Sitting on the floating throne, he was less like a demon and more like a god in a church bound to a cross, willing to bear the original sin for the world.

But his gesture of wiping the large sword stained with blue blood, and his dignified appearance, disrupted this eerie sense of sacredness.

With his purple skin, massive vertical stripes on his chin, muscular physique, golden shoulder armor and short boots, blue and gold clothing, and a jewel-encrusted blue and gold helmet, along with a bloodstained greatsword, he resembled a bloodthirsty butcher who had stepped out of hell.

Clearly, the trembling Skrull crawling on the ground thought the same thing.

"Gravik, your men have killed a precious wizard," the figure that looked like a purple sweet potato spirit said calmly.

The Skrull replied tremblingly, "Master, Gru is the most fertile among us."

"Oh~" Thanos released his Killing Intent.

In his reproductive experiments, perhaps it was the Skrull' Shapeshifting abilities that made them most compatible with the wizard.

The wizard Voldemort had three sons, all Skrull.

That is why he was willing to focus his attention on the Skrull had become interstellar refugees.

Gravik noticed Thanos's softening stance and quickly added, "Gru will continue to create more wizards as Ron Weasley. I have erased all Skrull memories of Gru."

"Only he and I knew he was Skrull."

"Just you and him?" Thanos said slowly, his purple fingers tapping the armrest. "I'll have Voldemort II. handle his memories. You—"

"Obliviate!" Gravik's fingers turned wooden, lengthened, and a beam of light flashed as he aimed at himself.

"Very good." Thanos said this, but a yellow gem appeared between his brows, and a vast amount of spiritual energy instantly surged into Gravik's mind.

While thoroughly searching his thoughts, his memories were also rationalized and woven together.

If Basil were here, he would be very surprised that Thanos did not use the Infinity Gauntlet to control the Infinity Stones, but instead embedded the Mind Stone between his eyebrows, just like Vision.

"Master, this is what we should do." Gravik thought Thanos was praising him. From his perspective, the gem on his forehead and the invasion were completely non-existent. His ugly face was grinning like a chrysanthemum.

The Mind Stone used by Thanos is completely different from the Mind Stone that Bambi Loki could get rid of by simply bumping their heads.

Gravik believed he had sacrificed one of his men to test whether the Sorcerer Supreme truly could not leave Merlin Dimension, and was rewarded by Thanos.

He left the hall with his head held high and his walk was full of swagger.

In Merlin Dimension, Ron on Diagon Alley Street is the same now.

Because

Through his conversation with Harry and the information he overheard at the space station, he roughly guessed what the Skrull were planning to do—to immigrate to Merlin Dimension.

It must be that the Skrull, this interstellar refugee group, lacked the means to temporarily ascend to another dimension and were preparing to sneak into Merlin Dimension to escape Thanos's the Snap.

That's why he didn't hesitate to break the rules and kill the one who ruled this world.

It's not that Ron Weasley is worthless.

He was so excited that he ignored how explosive Harry's words were.

"You probably won't believe it. My mother isn't even at my aunt's house."

"He's in Spinner's End! At Professor Snape's house."

"What?" Ron snapped out of his daze.

He was surprised because Harry had added "Professor" after Snape's name, something he had never heard Harry say before.

Even in Potions Class, Harry is at most a 'professor' and not Snape.

Even after Harry's mother appeared during the War of the Champions, the relationship between Harry and Snape did not improve. Snape simply stopped targeting Harry, and Harry stopped being sarcastic in his words, but this was only on the surface. In reality, their relationship had deteriorated further.

Ron understood this perfectly; no son would be nice to a man who might become his stepfather.

"I said—" Harry stopped abruptly, looked around, and lowered his voice, "My mother might be having an affair. It's actually quite possible. My father and Sirius's relationship is getting increasingly strained, he's rarely home as Quidditch star, Uncle Peter's management has given him a lot of female fans, and Professor Snape is always trying to get my attention."

Anyway, I think it's very likely.

"What?" Ron's focus this time was on Peter. He could never forget the man and pet with whom he had actually had a close relationship and shared a bed for many years. He was even excited about the feeling of the Scabbers belly.

So he quickly probed again, "Peter's management is so... I mean, I also want to have female fans."

Harry waved his hand. "Those fans are all crazy. Uncle Peter has portrayed my dad as too perfect. In their minds, my dad doesn't even excrete."

Ron's expression was strange, because he didn't know whether to be happy or angry.

Peter did not become a traitor in this world; instead, he became a role similar to a celebrity agent.

All of this was because Voldemort had offended the forces of the Kamar-Taj sorcerers long ago and was banished to another dimension.

Without Voldemort, everyone has a bright future?

"What are you thinking about?" Harry noticed that something was wrong with Ron.

"I'm thinking of magicians," Ron said. "Their magic seems different from ours; it's borrowed."

Harry shook his head. "Actually, it's all the same. We and they all borrow power from other dimensions. It's just that the contract terms of the Merlin Dimension are more difficult, and even the teacher doesn't know the specific requirements."

"Those with the wisdom of Tony Stark, the strength of the Hulk, and the noble character of Captain America, even the Asgardian, who are called gods, are not satisfied with the conditions of becoming wizards."

"But actually, the difference isn't that big."

"We wizards only have the advantage of being born with magic."

"Leaving aside other races that are born with special abilities like us, even ordinary people like humans can acquire magic through the Duel Arena after the age of 11."

"They can even learn our magic through the magic activated in the Duel Arena."

"Our advantage as wizards is that we can cast spells without worrying about mana regeneration."

"By the way, did you have your duel today?"

"We can't miss the three chances to copy magic every day."

"We're a perfect team."

"Let's go, let's head to the nearby Duelling Hall first."

The Duelling Hall is where duelists place their bodies during duels.

It contains many protective charms, as well as Auror, and many duelists spontaneously patrol it.

Relevant memories instantly flooded Ron's mind.

His legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't take a step.

Skrull 'Gru avatar and name have been changed to match Ron's in this world, and his private ID cannot be viewed by others unless he reveals it.

Therefore, Ron was not worried about being exposed once he entered the Duel Arena.

Instead, it was a figure walking out of Flourish and Blotts, waving at them.

Harry spotted the figure too. "Hey! Tom!"

"Tom? Tom Riddle?" Ron swallowed hard.

Wasn't Voldemort of this world banished to another dimension and unable to return? Who is this guy?

Could it be that, like Voldemort in his Diary, it's Horcrux form?

He began to rack his brains, trying to find something in the memories of Ron or Gru in this world.

Harry didn't notice the odd tone in Ron's voice. "You forgot? He doesn't like being called that, just like his attitude towards Amortentia."

He prefers to be called by his middle name— Ralph.

"Because his grandfather had a son with the same name, and that man became a black wizard."

"I really don't understand why adults give us names like that. My name is similar to my great-grandfather's (Henry Potter, whose family and close friends also called him Harry)."

Seeing Riddle approaching, Harry quickly stepped forward, "Hey, Ralph."

"You've lost a lot of weight over the summer," Riddle said. "But Ron, you—"

He looked you up and down. "You've grown quite a bit taller. Lavender will be shocked when he sees you."

Within the oversized sleeves, slender fingers gripped the wand tightly, pale as could be.

"Lavender ~" Ron was half surprised and half delighted. He then remembered that he had also been with Lavender in this world.

Doesn't he now have two Lavender?

This isn't cheating, it's practically Cedric's treatment!

In that instant, he put aside his previous concerns and speculations and said, "Hello, Ralph."

"Hello, Ron," Riddle replied with a broad smile.

"Should I intervene?" Basil hesitated.

Because he discovered that Riddle harbored intense Killing Intent towards Ron.

But this Killing Intent was suppressed, and at the same time, a deep sorrow lingered in Riddle's heart.

It was as if he knew that the Ron in front of him was no longer the Ron he knew, but for some reason, he couldn't kill him.

"Never mind."

Basil decided to wait and see.

Anyway, even if Ron dies, he'll just return to the Movie Harry world.

The real Ron's soul was actually held in his hand, staying with him in the tunnel.

The Ron before them was merely a projection of Ron's soul, carrying Ron's consciousness and thoughts.

He also discovered that this Riddle had Skrull blood.

Perhaps it was because Riddle, a half -Skrull, possessed a special talent that allowed him to sense his own kind and discover that Ron in front of him had become Skrull.

As a descendant of the Skrull, he could only accept that his friend had been replaced.

That makes sense.

The theory holds true.

But Basil's intuition told him that there were bigger secrets and more fun to be discovered.

Sigh, Ron will just have to suffer.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A brilliant green light flashed by, and Ron collapsed onto the smooth floor.

Inside the Duelling Hall.

Harry complained to Ron, who was panting heavily, "We're just one win away from copying it. Our opponents know a lot of advanced magic and only have one life left. We have two. If you Apparition dodge just now and successfully pulled me up, we would have won!"

Ron sighed. "I sneezed. It seems like someone is thinking about me."