Night

"The one we know is the 'thin' one."

"It was him in the appointment information."

"Your Forbidden Forest ranger is the 'stronger' one; they're probably brothers."

Jane, Daisy, Dr. Selvig said this.

Thor nodded sadly, "We are indeed brothers. I only realized now that I was a substitute for the Father. By Odin, I am a god!"

For the Asgardian, the names of gods were more important than personal names.

He even inherited his god name from his second brother.

Vida's eyes, framed by thick eyelashes, paused for a moment. "Indeed, at least their faces are the same."

"That's too much." "I don't want to be called Fred / George." The twins, Fred and George, said almost in unison.

Then the two looked at each other and said in unison, "Hey! Don't mimic me." "I'm starting to hate the unspoken understanding between us."

"We're twins?" The commotion at the Gryffindor table made Thor's 'wise' brain twitch. "That's how you explain why our divine attributes are the same. The position of crown prince is ominous for twins."

"The better and more complete me was kept, while you, who were born with one eye missing, were fostered in the Merlin Dimension!"

"Younger brother!"

Thor had already started to think of himself as the older brother, and gave the obese Thor, whose cerebellum was shrinking from listening, a bear hug.

Fred and George also hugged. "It's a good thing there's no heir to the throne in our family."

"I'm older, can't you tell?" Hearing himself called the younger brother, the fat Thor snapped, and only one thought crossed his mind: to prove that he was the older brother.

Thor was skeptical. "Maybe it's because you've eaten too much, and your skin is stretched out, making you look older?"

Seeing the lightning flashing in the eyes of the obese Thor, he quickly changed his tune, "Brother, you're the brother."

The obese Thor nodded in satisfaction and stroked his beard.

Parallel Tony, who was in the High Table, was almost questioning his life choices after watching the conversation between the two. What kind of development was this?

Moreover, with such a large, living person sitting on it, Thor, being blind in both eyes, couldn't see him?

To prevent the obese Thor from coming to his senses and explaining, after pressing Vader's shoulder to make him sit down and enduring countless envious glances, Basil continued, "The remaining eight guards are still tidying up their quarters. Please have a seat."

The moment he uttered the word "please," both the two gods and the three mortals, Jane, felt the scenery before them change in an instant. When they calmed down, they were already sitting in the newly appeared high-backed chairs in the High Table.

His hands were also placed properly on the long table.

"Also, the Human Studies course will have one more professor."

A buzzing sound instantly filled the Great Hall.

Many students turned their attention to Parallel Tony.

"Yes, that's him, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the greatest alchemist of this century— Tony Stark."

Parallel Tony stood up. "Just as I promised Professor Granger that I would lend him my brilliant mind, I will do my best to teach you humans the most crucial thing that has led you from a primitive existence to where you are today—science."

Parallel Tony's words sparked a huge controversy.

"Science?"

"Not alchemy?"

"It would be cool to learn how to make communication tools."

"But human technology is clearly no match for it. I mean, if you've ever been to Hogsmeade, you'll understand that aliens can make cell phones and computers thinner than paper, with full touchscreens. They can even make them the size of an eye's pupil and implant them directly into the eye for mind control."

"But that's precisely why we can understand it better. Most of our knowledge of science is still very basic."

"Moreover, wizards and humans share the same language and culture."

"In terms of energy technology, Stark Industries' Arc Reactor is even comparable to the Sovereign's energy batteries. You should know that such high-energy batteries are in high demand throughout the universe, only slightly inferior to the magic batteries made by us wizards."

"Those golden people? Everything about them is gold: their hair, eyes, skin, clothes, shoes, everyday items, vehicles, houses, etc."

"This is the first time I've learned from them that there are many different kinds of gold: light gold, dark gold, rose gold."

"Not all of them, they also use other colors as a complement to gold."

When he heard the students mention the Sovereign in their discussion, images of High Priestess Ayesha and the beautiful maids she had specially chosen for him, appearing naked before him, flashed through his mind.

It really is all gold, um, it's everywhere.

It's clear that the masterminds behind this went to great lengths to lure him into the Marvel Universe, even resorting to such despicable and underhanded tactics.

But they were too naive. As long as a part of his will descended, Basil could create dreams, experience them firsthand, and truly enjoy everything.

For Basil, illusion and reality were nothing more than things that could be twisted at will, and there was no difference between them.

The reason Basil hadn't done this before was because the implanted identity elevated him too high—a peerless beauty, a pure goddess, unattainable for millennia.

If he's too casual, it'll be a bit unrefined.

To create an opportunity for him to be powerless to resist, to suffer humiliation, and to lose his purity, it will take some time.

Hmm, maybe tonight?

Now that we're in another universe, should I go with Smurfette, Ayesha, or maybe just Vader? Or perhaps Helena, who's been forcibly kept at Hogwarts in spirit form, would also be fine.

Let's see who strikes first.

Sigh, Skye and Gwen are still too introverted; they don't dare to take the initiative to this extent.

Thinking of this, Basil cleared his throat. "Quiet."

The noise in the Great Hall, which was ten times noisier than a morning market, vanished instantly, leaving it so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Vida had no idea that if she took the initiative, she could have the delicious meat she had been longing for for decades tonight. As usual, after Basil gave the order, she wore an extremely cold and beautiful face and scanned whether anyone dared to disobey Basil's orders, either on the spot or in her heart, to be punished later.

Although Ron below didn't understand why Fred and George immediately sat up straight, he followed suit, relying on his animal instincts.

But his stomach, already parched with thirst, couldn't help but rumble.

It was quite noticeable in the Great Hall, where you could hear a pin drop.

Vida's gaze lingered on Ron before quickly shifting away.

"Eat," Basil said.

As the food he had ordered appeared on the table, Ron put aside his insecurities and began to eat heartily.

The first thing to arrive on the battlefield was a golden-brown fried chicken leg.

He still loves fried chicken legs, while Ralph, standing nearby, seems dazed.

Before I knew it, the banquet was over.

His hand mechanically fed the last piece of chocolate mousse to his mouth, his stomach bulging.

"Ralph, you can eat even more than me!" Ron's face was full of admiration.

From Ralph's perspective, the shadows of two grinning Ron overlapped.

The principal's closing remarks came from the stage at just the right time.

"Now that you've all eaten and drunk your fill, go and get some rest to prepare for tomorrow's lessons."

So let's say 'goodnight'.

Goodnight.

"Goodnight." Ralph unconsciously grinned maliciously; just then, he was about to make his move.

Dudu.

As usual, benches were pushed behind them, making a screeching sound.

Ralph, as always, followed behind Ron like a shadow.

As Ralph stepped out of the Great Hall, the changing lights distorted his shadow, making him appear for a moment like a serpentine snake.

It's 9 o'clock.

Staff lounge.

"What?!" The usually aloof and composed Vida gaped wide-eyed. "They come from a parallel universe!"

"Yes." Basil's expression was grave. "This brings about a cosmic crisis. The boundaries between our universe and theirs are eroding each other and then colliding."

"Until one side is destroyed, or both are destroyed."

"But I can stop it."

"As expected of you." Vida's eyes were full of admiration. "Is there anything you need to arrange?"

She realized that she was deliberately kept behind to discuss these extraterrestrial visitors, which was probably not entirely because Basil trusted her.

"My focus will be entirely on resisting the Collision Event."

"I will fall into a lucid dream. The most obvious manifestation of this is that I can still communicate, but I become unable to refuse other people's requests."

"You mean—" Vida's voice suddenly rose a few octaves, then she realized she had been a bit too eager and toned it down a bit, "You need me to handle your official business?"

"And what kind of requirements are you referring to? Any requirements?"

"Of course not." Hearing Basil say that, Vida's upturned lips dropped a few degrees.

Basil seemed oblivious to the fact that "demands that harm others, such as destroying the world or taking other people's lives, are not included."

Vida's breathing quickened.

Inside the room, a wisp of pearly white skirt peeked through the black wooden cabinet door, exposed to the air.

Basil still seemed oblivious, as he 'happened' to block Vida's view of the black wooden cabinet. "This state will last for three natural days."

"I need to stay in the Headmaster's Office the whole time and not receive anyone."

"The office password is 'hhhgysl'."

"What do you mean?" Vida raised an eyebrow.

"No," Basil said. "I'm about to begin."

The words had barely left his mouth.

A magnificent and vast power began to envelop the blond man, and a blue energy aura emanated from him.

Buzz~

The man's figure disappeared from the spot.

Three seconds later.

After confirming that the man had truly disappeared, Vida began to laugh maniacally.

Silver Spark flew, and a portal appeared, revealing a wardrobe that took up half the room. It was filled with dresses of all colors, and the drawers that were not fully closed gleamed with the light of gems and silverware.

Vida couldn't wait to step into the room. Dresses, headdresses, and high heels flew out automatically, circling her body like planets orbiting a star.

The portal shrank and eventually disappeared into the air.

It will be three seconds later as well.

A pearly white ghost floated out of the black wooden cabinet; it was a very beautiful ghost.

Her hair reached her waist, and her robes trailed on the ground, but on that usually arrogant and disdainful face, a girlish shyness and undisguised longing appeared.

Inside the Headmaster's Office.

Danvers' pupils constricted as he entered the room hidden behind the wall.

Because this room, which can be renovated, has for the first time produced a soft bed.

And for the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared on the face of that man who had always been spirited, full of bewitching charm and awe-inspiring kingly power.

It was as if he had been hypnotized and lost consciousness.

"Hhhgysl——"

As a woman's voice rang out, the oak door opened.

A voluptuous, pear-shaped woman swayed as she walked in.

The woman who entered the room had lips like rose petals, thick, black eyebrows, and flawless, radiant white skin. Her features were both striking and captivating.

But what's even more remarkable is the aura she exudes as she walks, like the snow-capped Snow White or the proud red plum blossoms standing tall in the snow.

The French-style hat worn at an angle, covering half of her eye and part of her forehead, added to her mystique.

Even Danfoss, being a woman, had to admit her charm.

But Basil's behavior, and the desire in the woman's eyes as she approached the large bed in the middle of the room, made Danvers nervous.

She knew this woman—Vida Rosier.

The ageless witch who has always been obsessed with Basil.

Based on Basil's behavior and the appearance of the large bed, she had a bad feeling.

Get your filthy hands off me!

Within a single day, it can carry a spaceship and leapfrog across thousands of light-years to ignite the Binary system of an extinct star!

Golden flames of Cosmic Energy danced in her hair, around her eyes, and all over her body.

Rumble!

She slammed her head against the door.

The gate stood firm and unmoved.

Vida, inside the office, heard nothing.

She lowered her face, constantly rubbing it against Basil's neck and chin.

"Great, for the next three days you will be unable to refuse my pleas, my love."

A flash of inspiration struck Carol.

"Hold me tight," Vida continued.

Basil hugged Vida.

Kiss me.

"Don't move, let me do it all."

Carol: No!

After a long while, Vida, dressed in clothes restored by Repairing Charm, staggered out of the room.

Carol, his eyes blazing with fury, was about to give the order when he heard a woman's voice again.

"Hhhgysl——"

Here we go again!

Carol almost couldn't breathe.

A pearly white ghost entered.

Kiss me.

"Don't move, let me do it all."

Carol: It's all the same old tricks! Even ghosts are okay!

"Finally!"

"Open the door!"

"It really works!"

Seeing the prison gates open, Carol, dressed only in a shirt, went straight to the last step, "Don't move, let me do it all."

"I almost forgot, Scourgify!"

"And kiss me."

At the same time, Ralph, Neville was on the bed, also began to slowly get up.

Strangely, from the beginning to now, his eyes have been fixed on Ron's face in the next bed, without blinking once.

The Applewood wand was drawn and pointed at Ron. "Obliviate (silence)!"

It's outrageous! The automatic review deleted the part where the wand was pointed at Ron's face, along with some other insignificant details, and it almost didn't reach 4,000 words.

Luckily, I noticed and made some changes.

For example: add Applewood to the front of the wand.