Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

"S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you are surrounded. Stop the car and surrender immediately, or we will open fire."

The heavy whir of the helicopter's blades churned through the air, creating a deafening hum that still couldn't drown out the clear, harsh warning blaring from above.

In this fraught moment, Wanda felt a jolt of disorientation.

Why were they suddenly this important? Important enough to warrant this much attention?

Even a buzzard chopper was summoned to chase them down.

No book would dare to tell it like this.

Am I still dreaming?

Wanda instinctively reached out, pinching the tender skin on her brother's arm.

"Ah!"

Pietro's familiar, low grunt of pain rang out.

Well, it wasn't a dream.

Pietro cast a glance at his sister. They'd been living on the streets for six years; despite his youth, he was perceptive.

He knew precisely what his sister was thinking.

"Wanda, could you pinch yourself next time?"

Pietro murmured with a light smile, sensing her underlying tension and offering comfort the only way he could—through humor.

Wanda didn't respond, her gaze settling sharply on Coulson beside her.

"Mr. Coulson, what's our plan?"

Perhaps bracing herself for the worst, or possibly just resigned, Wanda's voice remained surprisingly steady.

"Wait!"

Coulson's face tightened, yet he still managed to answer her in a steady, reassuring tone: "Don't worry; we have backup."

Wanda's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Just then—

Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!

The fighter planes above, perhaps growing impatient at the lack of movement from Coulson's team, unleashed a spray of gunfire close to the vehicle.

The nearby ground erupted, bullets striking with a sharp hiss, sending thick clouds of dust billowing into the air.

The van lurched to a halt.

"Natasha, what's the ETA on backup?"

Coulson's voice was deep, and Natasha held up one finger in response.

One hour, at least.

Coulson understood instantly; his expression soured.

An hour was plenty of time for the enemy to rain bullets on them a hundred times over.

Looking down at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s dedicated phone, he confirmed his suspicions—the signal was jammed.

Yet, rather than displaying despair, Coulson's face hardened with a glimmer of determination.

"Natasha, initiate plan C." His voice was unwavering.

Turning to Wanda and Pietro, he added, "Wanda, when we exit the van, don't panic. Just follow my lead."

Wanda's face revealed a flash of uncertainty, but she nodded firmly.

Rumlow's expression tightened as he heard Coulson's words, a flicker of intrigue flashing across his face.

Then, Coulson reached into his jacket, pulling out a small, palm-sized black cloak.

A magical item—the Cloak of Invisibility!

Outmatched, without reinforcements, and with no escape in sight.

If they were to evade capture, extraordinary measures were their only option.

As the contact person for the wizard professor, Coulson had managed to acquire a few such enchanted items.

However, being a non-wizard, he couldn't activate them for long, relying solely on the limited charge within the item itself.

Later, he'd need to get the cloak recharged by Lockhart's student, Ian.

"Stick close, grab my clothes if you have to, and don't let go. Otherwise, you might get left behind."

Coulson's voice was soft but firm as he addressed Wanda and Pietro.

At the same time, Natasha and Rumlow exchanged a silent look, each reminding the other to stay vigilant.

The next moment, Coulson focused all his energy on the cloak, willing it to activate.

A strange tug in his mind drew out his focus, leaving him mentally fatigued as the cloak began to expand, draping itself over the group.

"Go!"

Coulson hissed, opening the van door.

High above, the operation team leader, Guy, watched as the van's door swung open, a smug grin spreading across his face. He thought the people below were finally surrendering.

But soon, Guy grew restless. Why wasn't anyone stepping out?

Then—

Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!

Another round of bullets sprayed around the van, the ground erupting with dust that obscured the air like a fog.

"Surrender, or I'll open fire!"

Though he continued shouting orders, the van remained silent and motionless, which only irritated him further.

It seemed they wouldn't give up without a taste of blood.

Then—

Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!

This time, Guy aimed for the van's front, sending bullets through the windshield in a calculated threat.

The people he wanted were likely in the back anyway, so the drivers' lives didn't matter much to him.

Guy shrugged, satisfied, and did the same thing again.

Still, the van held no response.

His gut twisted with unease.

"Get down there and check. Stay sharp, and if anything's off, report back immediately."

Guy commanded his soldiers as he began his descent.

Cough! Cough!

The dust from the previous rounds lingered in the air, and Guy choked slightly as he landed, waving away the haze.

Once his coughing subsided, he moved to the front of the van, gun raised, cautiously peering inside.

Impossible!

Seeing the empty interior, Guy's eyes widened. He dashed to the door, then—

Boom!

Guy fired into the air, barking angrily into his headset.

"They've escaped by unknown means. Full authorization granted to track them down by any means necessary!"

Buzz! Buzz!

Following his orders, the choppers soared skyward, deploying additional combat teams on the ground.

"Hurry! Once we have a signal, we're safe."

Coulson's voice was calm yet urgent as they walked along the rough, dusty path, urging Wanda and Pietro forward.

Wanda nodded, though her gaze kept drifting to the faint shimmer of black above them.

The cloak wasn't completely opaque; a subtle dark shimmer allowed her a glimpse of the surroundings.

"Wanda, is magic really… real?" Pietro whispered.

He'd seen with his own eyes how they slipped past the search team unnoticed, yet he still struggled to grasp it.

"Yes, it's real," Coulson replied with a faint smile, overhearing Pietro. "And you might even learn more about it one day."

Natasha and Rumlow watched the path warily, occasionally glancing up at the cloak. Despite knowing about magic, experiencing it firsthand was something else entirely.

"What do you see?"

"Nothing, sir. All clear."

"Continue searching west."

As they heard the conversation of two Hydra soldiers nearby, Coulson and his team froze, even holding their breath, fearing any hint of their presence would give them away.

But the cloak's enchantment held steady, and despite their vigilance, the soldiers found nothing unusual.

After they left, Coulson signaled for the group to move on.

They encountered this same danger repeatedly, yet, aided by the magical item, they slipped by each time.

Eventually, the S.H.I.E.L.D. phone began to beep.

They had a signal again.

"This is Coulson, code 04893. Current coordinates, requesting immediate support."

"Roger, sir. A rescue team is en route. Please stand by."

Hearing this, Coulson's tense expression softened slightly as he put down the phone.

Even with the message sent, he raised the invisibility cloak higher to cover everyone.

Critical moments like these were the most dangerous. The closer one is to safety, the more tempting it is to relax—and that's often when everything goes wrong.

But Wanda's instincts wouldn't settle, a gnawing unease creeping over her.

"Mr. Coulson, how much longer for backup?" she asked softly. "I… feel something dangerous is near."

Coulson's expression turned grave.

He had already seen Wanda's unusual perceptiveness, so he didn't dismiss her intuition.

"Natasha, Rumlow, let's move."

He led the group cautiously onward, glancing warily at his surroundings.

After some time, he returned, his expression dark.

The group had found themselves encircled—Hydra soldiers firing blindly in every direction to pin them down.

Their plan had reached a critical impasse.

"Coulson, let's use it," Natasha suggested under her breath.

After a brief hesitation, Coulson pulled a small, crystalline orb from his jacket. Nick Fury had given it to him, foreseeing the possibility of a dire situation.

Boom!

With a burst, the orb shattered upon hitting the ground, releasing a glowing red door carved with intricate, arcane symbols.

The Hydra soldiers shifted uneasily, gunfire briefly halting as they gaped at the sight.

The door creaked open, and through it stepped a tall, blond man, an amused smile on his face.

"Coulson," he called, "it seems you're in need of some help."

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