Marvel x Dc: New magic

Leonardo tightened his grip around the cane, feeling the smooth weight of it as he stepped into Don Salvatore's presence. His mind raced with the strange events that had just unfolded in the Arcana Cabana, but his expression remained calm, unreadable.

Salvatore raised an eyebrow at him, eyes flicking toward the cane. "Where did you find that?"

Leonardo shrugged, spinning the cane in his fingers with casual ease. "Some antique store in Manhattan. Looked interesting, so I took it."

Salvatore studied him for a moment before nodding approvingly. "A man should always carry something that sets him apart. A cane suits you. Now, let's go. Business awaits."

They boarded the private jet, and within hours, they were soaring across the Atlantic, leaving the chaos of New York behind. Leonardo sat comfortably, staring out of the window as the city lights below disappeared beneath the clouds. He traced his fingers over the intricate carvings on the cane, still unsure of what exactly had happened in that store. Magic? Trickery? He had no answers, but he knew one thing—his life had changed the moment he had caught that cane.

Upon their arrival in Italy, the Giovanna estate was alive with celebration. Members of the Giovanna Mafia, allies, and business partners had all gathered for a grand feast in Leonardo's honor. Long tables stretched across the courtyard, adorned with the finest Italian cuisine—fresh pasta, grilled meats, fine wines, and golden-crusted bread. The air buzzed with conversation, laughter, and the clinking of glasses.

Salvatore stood at the head of the table, raising his glass. "To my nephew, Leonardo! The future of our family!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, glasses raised in unison. Leonardo smirked, nodding in gratitude. Despite his young age, he commanded respect, and tonight's gathering only cemented his place within the family.

Just as the first plates were being served, a sudden rush of wind swept through the courtyard. The sound of shattering glass rang out as an owl crashed through one of the tall windows, sending shards scattering across the table. The room fell into stunned silence as the owl gracefully landed in the center of the table, dropping a parchment envelope sealed with red wax before taking off again into the night.

Leonardo's fingers twitched. A messenger owl? That wasn't exactly normal in their line of work.

Salvatore reached for the letter, his expression unreadable as he broke the seal and unfolded the parchment. His voice, steady and authoritative, echoed through the silent dining hall as he read:

"HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Leonardo Giovanna,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Deputy Headmistress: Ancient One

(Sorcerer Supreme, Masters of the Mystic Arts, Head of Houses Kamar-Taj)"

Silence stretched over the table, thick and suffocating. The men of the Giovanna family were used to handling unexpected surprises, but this? A school for magic?

Leonardo leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable, but inside, his mind was racing. Magic. That explained everything. The Arcana Cabana, the strange man in the bowler hat, the power he had felt in that moment. It was real.

Salvatore slowly placed the letter down, looking at his nephew with an unreadable expression. "Magic, huh? That explains a lot."

One of the underbosses scoffed. "What kind of joke is this? Magic isn't real."

As if on cue, the candlelight around the table flickered unnaturally, stretching higher for just a moment before settling back to normal. The men exchanged wary glances.

Leonardo picked up the letter, scanning it before meeting Salvatore's gaze. "Well, looks like I'm going to school."

A slow smirk crept onto Salvatore's face. "Looks like you are."

The feast resumed, but the air had changed. There were no longer just murmurs of business and expansion—now, there was talk of the supernatural, the unknown, and what this meant for the Giovanna family. Leonardo, however, simply ate his meal in silence, already planning his next move.

This was only the beginning.