Thor, Carried Along by Lightning

"If my brother knew that I fell into the water when Iron Man visited Hogwarts and missed meeting him, he would be just as angry." Colin chose the Family Cruiser and gave his brother, who was assigned to Gryffindor, a seat at the back and a bowl of onion soup.

"Look?" He pointed to the steaming onion soup on the screen. "How thoughtful of me as a brother."

Ron's throat tightened; he was hungry. "This soup... um~"

He turned his head away, forcing himself not to look anymore.

Intelligence regained its footing. "Iron Man? You mean Tony Stark?"

He was somewhat surprised.

He had heard of Iron Man from his classmates who came from the human world.

But he never associated it with Tony.

For Skrull, Tony's identities as the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.. Gru, alchemist, world's richest man, former arms tycoon, and playboy are even more profound.

"You don't—" Colin was somewhat surprised, but then quickly composed himself. "That's right, you wizards probably don't know much about this."

"His career as Iron Man was also very short."

"But I remember no superhero has ever dared to reveal his identity in the spotlight like he did!"

"He's the best!"

Ron felt a pang of sadness.

This once fervent face was moved for Harry, but now it's moved for someone else.

He had a feeling that Harry had been betrayed.

No one cared about Ron's complicated emotions.

Even Harry in this world.

Because Harry in this world has both parents, his relationship with Ron is not as strong as in the original timeline.

Ron wasn't the first wizard friend his age he'd made, nor had the two gone on any adventures together.

They just grew up together because of their parents' connection and happened to be in the same dormitory.

"What's wrong, Ron?"

Hearing the voice, Ron turned his head and looked. "Riddle."

Ralph had already sat down to his right.

Damn Skrull!

He suppressed his sadness and anger, "You forgot you always liked to call me Ralph."

As a wizard, he received unprecedented leniency from Thanos, only needing to maintain the habit of casting spells frequently.

But there, he is not a living being, but a machine that perpetuates the life of the universe and reverses the increase of entropy.

His father treated him as a breeding machine, showing him no affection whatsoever.

He had never seen his mother since birth.

He had no name and was known as Voldemort II along with his two brothers.

Until it arrived on Earth due to its outstanding performance.

He was the one who acquired the name Tom Ralph Riddle.

Although it was just the name of his foolish father, and indeed his blood-related grandfather, it was still a name.

Ralph in the middle belongs only to him.

On the train, he met his first friend, Ron Weasley, who was lucky enough to be next to him in the dormitory and even assigned to the same class.

But this good fortune eventually came to an end.

He received a message from Thanos that he hadn't received in a long time, and the fiery red hydrangea in his pale room finally withered.

Ron is dead.

Instead, a Skrull took his place.

I'm going to kill him.

After he left Ron with a child.

Ralph smiled as usual, but inwardly he was saying this to himself.

"Ralph." Ron, oblivious to the Killing Intent surging in Ralph's heart, hurriedly tried to cover it up, "You know, I've been to the human world, and people there rarely call each other by their middle names."

"Yes." Ralph lowered his head, a glint of red light flashing in his dark pupils. "You went to the human world."

And then they never came back.

His heart was bleeding.

"Fortunately, I wasn't targeted by the Skrull. Unlike Harry." Ron's gaze had already turned to Harry, who was sitting with Neville in front of him.

"Yes, you don't." Green arcs of electricity were already emanating from Ralph's fingertips hanging under the table.

Aaaaaaah!

I'm going to fucking kill you, you bastard!

Disgusting green lizard!

I'm going to skin you alive, tear you apart, and drain all your blood and teeth!

"You're acting strange." Ron was no longer bothered by this handsome face that resembled Voldemort's in the Diary.

This all stems from Ron's complete absorption of the world's memories.

He remembered that he and this Riddle were quite close.

They were as close as if they were in the same dormitory.

"Because this is the second time you've called me Riddle." Ralph had already used Legilimency to bury his excess emotions and memories, and now he seemed to be truly facing Ron, his voice becoming incredibly gentle.

"When was the first time?" Ron recalled.

"58 hours, 34 minutes, and 9 seconds on the streets of Diagon Alley," Ralph answered instantly. "That's when you and Harry were talking. He said to you—"

"Stop!" Ron said, a hint of jealousy in his voice. "You don't have a photographic memory, do you?"

Ralph shook his head. "I only feel this way about the memories I care about."

"I'm sorry!" Ron misunderstood. "I didn't know you cared so much about being called Riddle by others."

"I'm sorry! I didn't know you cared so much about being called Tom by others." In my memory, that red-haired boy had also apologized to him so loudly and foolishly.

Ralph turned his head away, tears already welling up in his eyes.

His eyes turned cold the next moment, his tears dried, and the raging anger in his dark pupils seemed capable of burning the world.

His voice had become hoarse. "Tonight, I'll switch places with Neville again. We'll talk about the human world. My place Little Hangleton, is too remote; it's no different from Merlin Dimension."

"Okay." Ron replied without hesitation.

Ron remembered Ralph doing this often, which Ron attributed to the Weasley family' frequent travels and his excellent storytelling skills, Ralph enjoyed listening to.

"Mm." Ralph nodded, a smile returning to his lips.

From tomorrow onwards, you will be Ron through and through.

I will wipe that green lizard's trace completely from your mind.

He said to himself.

"Iron Man! Iron Man!" Colin, who was standing nearby, immediately stood up.

Tony, clad in gold and red armor, flew into the Great Hall, eliciting gasps of surprise. "Tony Stark, Tony Stark!"

Amidst shouts of "Tony Stark!", Iron Man's presence was quite evident.

After greeting Peter from above, he flew over to Colin's side, his armor transforming into casual clothes. "Hi, kids."

"Mr. Stark!" Colin trembled as he pulled out his phone. "Can we take a picture together?"

"Of course." Tony nodded.

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, inside a modern villa.

"I want to go too, and I'll make an even more impressive entrance than him!" Watching the broadcast on the screen, the obese Thor had already transformed into Thor's costume.

"You'd better stop causing trouble," Rocket Raccoon said. "In this universe, you have both parents, and you just show off in the Duel Arena, but nobody knows you."

This information came from information they had just looked up on their computer.

As a member of the Asgard royal family.

He hardly ever stayed in the lower ranks; you could almost say that as soon as he entered the Duel Arena, he was already at the Legendary rank.

Furthermore, the Duel Arena had exhausted most of his fighting spirit, so he almost always stayed at home in the Immortal Palace.

This resulted in Thor being virtually unknown in this world.

"The professors at Hogwarts definitely know me," said the obese Thor. "Most of them are honorary ranks. They definitely know 'me.' Hmm?"

Rocket Raccoon looked up in surprise. He had thought Thor was going to shout a few more words, but now he suddenly stopped talking and stared blankly into the distance.

If there's any difference, it's that the Stormbreaker automatically hovers in mid-air, with the blade facing Thor.

The obese Thor was looking in the direction of the gates of Hogwarts Castle.

"Help!"

"Alas!"

My back!

"The Bifrost is still better."

Four figures suddenly flew out of a tree hole and landed in a pile of blue filler material that resembled a lake.

The four were Jane, Daisy, Dr. Selvig, Thor.

"So soft."

"Most importantly, there wasn't a speck of dust or bugs, even though this is in the forest."

"As expected of a magical civilization."

"How about the Bifrost?" Thor said again.

The three of them immediately looked at the disappointed Thor.

"You--"

"Your seal—"

"You're Spark!"

Upon hearing this Thor quickly looked at himself, "Really, uh... ahhh—"

Daisy looked up. "He flew away!"

Jane shook her head. "He's more like he's being pulled along by something."

Dr. Selvig nodded. "I think so too."

Inside the Forbidden Forest Villa.

"What are you doing?" Rocket Raccoon asked.

The obese Thor laughed like a 200-pound child, "Meow~ My meow~"

Have you ever owned a cat?

The obese Thor shook his head. "Mjolnir, my hammer, come to Daddy's—wait?"

He had expected to hear the familiar sound of a hammer Accio towards him.

However, the sound that accompanied the lightning was indeed familiar, but it was a series of "uh uh ah ah" sounds.

The smile on his face froze.

Rocket Raccoon also saw the real person Accio towards the villa— Thor, a blond giant with long hair and a muscular physique.

"You dragged yourself over here?"

"No!" Thor exclaimed in confusion, "I'm definitely Meow Meow."

"A cat?" Ant-Man Scott was drawn by the noise, then said, "This is..."

"Thor!" x2

Hawkeye and Black Widow spoke at the same time.

"Thor?" In the villa next door, Captain America Carter opened the window and quickly threw out his shield.

In a bizarre collision that defied all logic, the shield caught Thor Accio, allowing him to land safely.

"My power?" Thor looked into the villa; as soon as he got close, his sealed power would become active.

So he ignored the Accio shield and quickly opened the door.

"Ah~ Odin above!"

Thor quickly backed away, like a frightened little girl.

Because what appeared behind the door was the large face of the obese Thor.

This was like a nightmare for Thor.

But then he mustered up his courage.

"Evil Demon! Reveal your true form! How dare you insult the great Thor!"

"I will turn you into charred remains with lightning!"

For the first time, the obese Thor understood the feelings his father had gone through back then, and the smile on his face vanished. "Can't you sense the resonance between our powers?"

Thor tossed his long hair. "All I know is that you're a terrible imposter. First, I'm not fat. And I never will be."

"Secondly, I am not one-eyed. This is a sign of the Father."

"I clearly called for Mjolnir," the obese Thor asked.

"This is the third one!" Thor excitedly waved his three fingers as if he had discovered a major flaw. "You don't even know about the [Destined Artifact]? And you're pretending to be Asgardian?"

"What is a 'Destined Artifact'?" The obese Thor raised the Stormfront Axe. "Does this count?"

Thor took a step back in surprise. "The smell of the Bifrost! Could you be my brother?"

He didn't think he was just guessing.

Didn't my father only mention that they had an older sister before he died?

Not long after he became king, he was imprisoned by his sister.

The Bifrost is not just a teleportation device; it allows people to reach any location in the Nine Realms.

It is also a terrifying planet-destroying weapon.

The fat man who looks so much like him wields an axe and possesses the skills of the Bifrost, indicating that he must be royalty.

"No," the obese Thor said irritably.

However, he was more concerned about the fact that his father had passed away.

One characteristic of the Asgard royal family is that upon the death of the previous generation, their power is passed on to a recognized next generation.

The most wonderful thing is that this inherited divine power does not cause any burden to the physical body; on the contrary, it enhances the body's potential and endurance.

In this way, the next generation will eventually be stronger than the previous generation.

The first God-King of Asgard passed on his Buri's Power to the second. Because of their shared bloodline, this divine power merged with the divine power of Bol, becoming the Bolforce.

The Bolforce was passed to Odin, becoming the Odinforce, and after Bor's death, it was passed to Thor, becoming the Thorforce.

And now, the obese Thor has discovered Thorforce within Thor.

Thor became even more convinced of his belief that his second brother must have been exiled by their father and was unwilling to acknowledge his identity.

Like her eldest sister who was sealed away, she went mad, and only her mother could calm her down.

So he avoided mentioning the fat Thor's identity and began to answer the fat Thor's question seriously, "The existence of the Duel Arena has made Asgard's magic more advanced, and thus the [Destined Artifact] technology came into being."

"Choose a divine artifact to implant into your body, allowing it to bear the divine power that grows with age. In this way, not only will the artifact itself grow, but our [divine nature] will also be perfected and strengthened."

"What about Father?" The obese Thor frowned.

The Asgardian, especially the Asgardian royalty, exhibit the most pronounced characteristic of increasing Da Shen with age.

Both his grandfather Bol and his father Odin died because they possessed too much divine power, which exceeded the limits of their physical bodies.

Odin had to enter a week-long Odin's Sleep state every year to relieve the burden caused by excessive divine power.

But if this universe allows artifacts to take on burdens, then his father Odin should have lived even longer.

Thor, who usually seems carefree, showed a rare hint of sadness. "This technology was invented too late. Even though the Father God used Odin's Sleep to drain a large part of his divine power, Gungnir still couldn't bear his Odinforce."

"On the contrary, the life force of the Father God was consumed in order to help me implant Mjolnir."

"Because my potential is too strong, stronger than my father and grandfather."