Marvel X HP: Supreme Wizard

In the end, Evan and the other two did not turn Fury into a sheep and throw him on the playground to watch him eat grass.

Noah sighed. Although he had stopped this, he felt infinite regret.

Think about it — the future director of S.H.I.E.L.D., a man who would do anything to achieve his goals, was turned into a sheep grazing on the playground of the mutant school. What kind of picture would that be?

After pondering for a moment, Noah felt this guy might simply choose to forget the incident after getting angry.

Then, at some point, when he or his subordinates needed to complete a mission, they might come to ask them to turn into other animals or something.

That possibility was the greatest, right?

"It seems that not telling Fury exactly where we are was the right choice."

Noah used to have no good feelings toward Fury.

But after several interactions and considering the situation in this world, Noah's attitude toward him softened.

In fact, whether in this world or in the original movie universe, some of Fury's actions that disgusted Noah were actually not that big a deal.

From the perspective of ordinary people, his actions seemed normal.

For example, when studying the Cosmic Cube—honestly, when Earthlings discovered aliens and felt scared, and Fury didn't even know Earth had guardians, naturally, he had to take precautions.

Although the outcome was quite bad—it attracted Thanos's attention and led the Chitauri to attack Earth.

As for his strong and humble stance toward the Avengers—well, if he hadn't done that, how could those proud Avengers care about him?

"Although I still think he's very annoying, I also find him quite interesting."

Noah walked downstairs, stroking his chin thoughtfully. The room arranged by Storm was on the third floor, and Professor Charles's office was on the first.

Noah had no intention of using magic, so they had to walk. Of course, it would be too lazy to use magic for just a few steps.

Evan and the other two were still arguing with Fury. Though the argument was fierce, there was no malice.

In general, Fury used his modern knowledge and experience to challenge Evan and the other magicians.

Meanwhile, the three magicians mocked Fury with their magical knowledge.

Noah filtered out the frequent phrases like, "What kind of creature do you want to be turned into?"

Noah worried that hearing those words would trigger his urge to research again. He'd never been one to lack specialization spirit; otherwise, his elemental magic wouldn't be so good.

He once thought he wasn't good enough simply because he wasn't interested.

But if interested, he found he wasn't worse than anyone else.

The phrase "interest-driven" really made sense. When you do what you're interested in, you often get twice the result with half the effort.

"Huh?"

While walking, Noah suddenly sensed someone sneaking into Professor Charles's office.

This surprised Noah. Did that guy run away?

He was also interested in the fact that this guy's soul was very old.

At Kamar-Taj, besides learning spatial magic, Noah kept learning soul magic.

Although this consumed much of his energy—remember, Noah was learning three types of magic simultaneously, and one required constant exploration and self-improvement.

But so far, Noah had done very well.

The system space not only gave Noah more time and information but also more opportunities to practice.

That's why he mastered various knowledge so quickly and elevated his magic level to the current state.

"An old soul, rashly breaking into Professor Charles's office? Could it be Logan?"

Noah touched his chin, thinking secretly, but soon stopped pondering.

Anyway, given the current situation, they would definitely meet.

So Noah said nothing to the four still arguing, but silently walked to Professor Charles's office door.

Just then, a girl suddenly came out.

"Wow, did she just walk through the wall?"

Probably noticing their arrival, the four stopped immediately.

Watching the girl, a little stunned but soon nodding and leaving quickly, Evan touched his chin and asked quietly,

"Nothing strange. Don't forget, we saw a little ghost in the teleportation space yesterday. However, they seem to be doing well here."

Noah replied casually. They had observed the children yesterday.

Indeed, they were doing well. Although a bit sensitive and vigilant when they saw strangers like them, they relaxed once they realized no ill will was present.

"Innate abilities are incredible, but I don't think they're as practical as magic," Kate tilted her head and stated her opinion directly.

"It can't be said like that. It's more a difference between specialization and diversity. Mutants' abilities tend to be monotonous. They may only have one power in their lives, but if developed to the extreme, it can be powerful. Magicians are different—we learn multiple abilities and use different skills depending on the enemy."

Noah shook his head. He couldn't say whether magician diversity was better or mutant specialization was better.

It is indeed terrifying to specialize in one skill to the extreme, but the more you master, the deeper your understanding.

Otherwise, the saying "more skills are better" wouldn't exist.

Perhaps, at the same level, a versatile magician would be stronger than a mutant specializing in one skill?

After all, you only know that one skill, and I have many. You can't stand it if I use the skills that counter yours.

Retracting his thoughts, Noah knocked on the door and soon pushed it open.

The door wasn't locked — this wasn't Hogwarts or Kamar-Taj, so no need for such respect.

"Oh, it seems our guests have arrived. Are you members of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Professor Charles smiled warmly at Noah and the other five.

"Hello, Professor Charles. Yes, we're from S.H.I.E.L.D. I believe you know us."

Fury looked around and noticed Noah and the others were all watching him.

He bit the bullet, stepped forward, and smiled.

"Hello, agents. May I ask if you have important business at our school?" Professor Charles kept smiling.

"We know the situation for mutants isn't good right now, so we came to take a look." Since Fury had spoken, he continued.

With four magicians behind him, he had nothing to fear.

He would never forget the bald female magician—Noah's teacher—who had scared him.

She had crushed the fleet invading Earth in the universe right before his eyes!

With such a person backing him, Fury really didn't fear anything—until a man who looked like a beast interrupted him before he finished.

Logan shook his head disdainfully, "What bureau are you from? Never mind, it's all the same. Are you planning to use mutants as weapons?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D., thank you."

Fury took a deep breath, looked at Logan with dissatisfaction, then slowly said, "What do you know? Are you Logan Howlett? Lieutenant Howlett, Captain Howlett, or Sergeant Howlett?"

Fury definitely knew this guy. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database had plenty of information on mutants.

Information about Wolverine came from William Stryker's abandoned lab.

Fury naturally knew about this guy's involvement in World War I, World War II, and the Vietnam War.

The titles Fury mentioned corresponded to his ranks in each war.

Fury didn't know Logan had fought in the Civil War, but he noticed Logan's confused expression.

That look was of confusion, as if he remembered nothing.

No, more precisely, he was somewhat confused but tried to recall something that slipped away, which puzzled Fury.

"Okay, Commander, Logan has lost his memory. He doesn't remember the past."

Professor Charles frowned, looking at Fury, then sighed:

"I'm sorry, Commander. If you want to recruit mutants, you've come to the wrong place. We're a school, not an agent training center."

"Are you going to let mutants die like this?" Noah suddenly spoke.

"Kid, what do you mean?" Professor Charles frowned again. The young man gave him a strange feeling.

"You think your actions protect your kind, but your ideas are whimsical. You're like this…" Noah sighed but was interrupted by Logan again.

Logan's eyes were red now, seemingly triggered.

He strode toward Fury, angry, gritting his teeth:

"What do you know? What do you know?"

"Stop, Logan!" Professor Charles's face changed, feeling a sudden headache.

Of course, he knew Logan had lost his memory and how.

But Professor Charles didn't know exactly what memories Logan had lost.

Now a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent revealed Logan's past—how could Logan not lose control?

If Logan attacked a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent at the mutant school, the consequences would be severe!

Professor Charles tried to understand S.H.I.E.L.D.

This organization wasn't good, yet wielded considerable power.

"I'm sorry, Logan."

Professor Charles sighed.

For the mutant school, for more mutants, he had no choice but to act.

But before he could do anything, his eyes widened.

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