I Am a Mage

"Once I get back, I'll talk to Harry and ask him to sponsor me. Since we're brothers, he should agree, right?" Peter said uncertainly.

The hot girl chatting with him looked regretful. She had been a step too late; there was no way she could squeeze her way over to Harry now.

But when she heard the boy beside her—the one she had been idly flirting with—she cried out, "What did you say? What's your relationship with Stark Industries' new shareholder?"

Peter jumped at her cry. "Brothers. He's the child my aunt adopted."

The hot girl immediately changed her demeanor, becoming passionate and uninhibited. She wrapped herself around Peter's arm at once, making the innocent Peter blush bright red.

"I think we had a wonderful conversation just now. Perhaps we could get to know each other more deeply."

A sea of people instantly gathered around Harry. Poor Coulson had nearly reached Harry's side, only to be shoved out by the frenzied crowd.

Faced with crazed girls and celebrities, even his well-trained physique proved no match.

Coulson said helplessly, "Looks like I'll have to work overtime again..."

Coulson decided to wait for the excited crowd to disperse before finding another chance to speak with Harry.

From Tony Stark's transfer of five percent of his shares to Harry, Coulson had already determined that Harry had played an important role in Tony Stark's escape.

If it had not been a life-saving favor, Tony Stark would have repaid him with a huge amount of cash at most. He would never have transferred shares, much less five percent—a sum worth hundreds of billions of dollars.

Coulson also guessed that Harry might be special, possessing extraordinary powers and being someone like the Hulk.

Tony Stark had transferred those shares not only to repay a favor, but also to befriend Harry.

It had to be said that, as a Level Eight agent of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, Coulson's intuition was frighteningly sharp. Based on only a few clues, his guesses had already come close to the truth.

Coulson sat alone in his chair and waited for two and a half hours.

During those two and a half hours, he watched the boy named Harry smoothly handle everyone around him, dealing with those who came to toast him with a poise no less impressive than Tony Stark's.

He also saw those enthusiastic hot girls staring at Harry with watery eyes, occasionally trying to grope him, like greasy men taking liberties with beautiful women.

What Coulson envied most was Harry's thick, luxuriant hair.

Coulson touched his increasingly receding hairline and let out a deep sigh, lamenting that the gap between people was even greater than the gap between people and dogs.

He was already in his forties and still unmarried. He had even drained all his savings to buy a house and was saddled with a thirty-year mortgage. It could be said that aside from his increasingly shiny forehead, he had nothing.

Meanwhile, that young man named Harry had gained a fortune worth hundreds of billions just after coming of age, along with a crowd of girls eager to throw themselves at him but unable to get close.

And his hair was so thick—the exact kind Coulson dreamed of having.

Coulson felt that this mission was simply torture.

Finally, under Coulson's eager gaze, the crowd gradually dispersed, and his target reappeared before him.

Coulson seized the opportunity and hurried forward, calling out, "Mr. Potter, may I speak with you?"

After spending two and a half exhausting hours dealing with everyone around him, Harry felt a little tired.

Not physically tired, but mentally.

That damned Tony had left him here alone while he went off to play with hot girls, claiming it was training for him because there would be plenty more situations like this in the future.

Rather than deal with this, Harry would rather fight an Abyssal Demon one-on-one.

Just then, Harry saw a bald man with a kindly expression approach him, apparently wanting to talk.

Harry had noticed the bald man before. Though the man had concealed himself well, Harry's senses still allowed him to detect how out of place he was amid the extravagant surroundings.

The bald man did not seem to be here for the party, but to speak with him.

Over the past several hours, the bald man's attention had remained fixed on him. He even seemed to have spoken with colleagues through an earpiece.

As for what they had discussed, Harry had been too far away to hear clearly.

He guessed the bald man was from the government, like an agent in the movies.

He did not refuse, since he also wanted to find out why the bald man had come. "Of course. And you are?"

Coulson showed him his identification and gave a highly approachable smile. "I'm Agent Phil Coulson. I work for the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."

"That's a pretty complicated name. Maybe you should shorten it," Harry could not help saying.

Coulson looked a little helpless. "You're not the first to say that. Miss Pepper said the same thing this afternoon. We're working on it."

"All right. What do you need from me?"

"We heard that you played a very important role in Mr. Stark's escape. We would appreciate it if you could describe the details."

Harry's attitude was friendly, but Coulson did not dare let down his guard in the slightest. The boy before him, who had only just come of age, might be a superhuman comparable to the Hulk.

But to Coulson's surprise, Harry did not conceal anything.

"Of course. It was probably because of an accidental spatial teleportation that I appeared in the cave where Mr. Stark was being held. I used magic to kill all the Ten Rings Gang members and saved him and Yinsen."

"Wait..." Coulson's expression turned grave. "Did you just say spatial teleportation? And magic?"

Harry had once asked the Supreme Mage whether he could reveal Kamar-Taj to the authorities. The Supreme Mage had not objected; she had only gently told Harry that she would always stand behind him.

With the Supreme Mage backing him, Harry feared nothing. He gave a mysterious smile.

"That's right. Perhaps I should formally introduce myself. You should have investigated my identity, but there are still things beyond your reach, such as magic.

"I am Harry Potter, a full-fledged mage of Kamar-Taj, the disciple and heir of the Supreme Mage, a Platinum VIP member of the Crossroads Dimension, a shareholder of Stark Industries, and the Chaos Controller."

Coulson: "???"

He had only asked casually and had not expected to gain much useful information, yet Harry had immediately laid all his cards on the table.

But what Harry had said was far beyond his expectations.

A mage?

Kamar-Taj?

The Supreme Mage's disciple?

A Platinum VIP of the Crossroads Dimension?

What were all these things?

Compared to Harry's other identities, being a Stark Industries shareholder seemed like the cheapest one.

What Coulson cared about most was the title Chaos Controller. It sounded incredibly formidable and gave him an indescribable sense of awe.

Even with his mental fortitude, he became somewhat nervous. In an instant, he had gone from an ordinary investigator to the liaison for the first contact between two major forces.

Coulson carefully considered his words before finally saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Potter. Could you... explain in more detail? I can't understand many of the terms you mentioned."