Peter's little "jolt"—what the Web of Fate called spider-sense—was a powerful precognitive ability.
By enhancing neural reflexes, evolving the sixth sense, tapping into quantum entanglement effects, electromagnetic sensitivity and even a sort of fate-divination, it could sense danger before it arrived.
At its strongest, spider-sense could even foresee events a short time into the future.
For Harry, this ability was incredibly important.
He was… special. He didn't belong to this world and wasn't bound by its timeline.
Even if the Ancient One used the Time Stone to look at his timeline, all she could ever see was the man standing in front of her right now.
Past, future—there was no trace of Harry anywhere. The same was true across every parallel universe. There were no variants of him.
Harry was one, and he was all. That, too, was a mark of a multiversal-level dimensional demon god.
When even the Time Stone couldn't show him his own future, spider-sense could become a very big deal.
The chaos magic inside him wouldn't block his own powers from peeking at his future.
Harry added "analyze the Web of Fate" as a new task for his magic AI, on top of its permanent tasks: parsing runes, inventing new spells, improving his control over chaos magic, and so on…
He felt that all the other dimensional demon gods had their own signature spells—like the Holy Sword of the Vishanti, the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak, and the rest.
He needed a spell that represented him, too. Something like Harry Potter's Sword of Chaos, or Harry Potter's Avada Gnaw-a-Melon…
Once he'd dealt with Peter's curse, Harry opened a portal and stepped into the Malibu cliffside villa.
This villa was a gift from Tony. Since it was out in the suburbs, the grounds were enormous—over three thousand square meters.
Whenever Harry needed to experiment with magic, he'd come stay here.
Distance, after all, had never been a problem for him.
This time, the moment he stepped out of the portal, a light fragrance drifted into his nose, and a graceful silhouette slowly walked toward him.
She was about one meter seventy, tall and long-legged, with a waterfall of red hair and flawless, pale skin. A unique and powerful charm seemed to radiate from her.
She wore a custom black tactical catsuit that clung to her curves, perfectly outlining her lean, athletic figure.
She glided toward Harry with elegant little steps, every movement dripping with allure.
When she reached him, she lifted a slender, delicate hand and stroked his chest, a sultry smile blooming on her face that was enough to make anyone's heart pound.
Seeing Harry's expression shift, this fox-like woman smiled smugly.
Sure enough, even the mysterious mage who had Director Fury on edge was still just a man.
And no man could resist the Black Widow.
But before she could introduce herself, she realized the look on Harry's face was getting stronger.
It didn't look like the flustered excitement she'd expected—it looked like… disgust?
Harry brushed her hand off his chest and took a few steps back, eyeing her warily.
"Grandma, I know I'm handsome and I might have caught your interest, but the age gap between us is way too big. This really isn't appropriate. Please stop groping me."
Harry's words landed like a hammer blow right in Black Widow's chest.
Her seductive smile froze on her face, turning strangely stiff. It took a long moment before the agent with nerves of steel managed to pull herself together, pasting on a fake smile as she practically ground out her words:
"Why are you calling me grandma? I look, what, barely in my twenties?"
Sure enough, age was a massive taboo for women. Even the Ancient One never answered questions about her age head-on, and this S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was no exception.
Seeing that the beautiful agent was about to start causing trouble again, Harry hurried to explain.
"Grandma, I can see a rough idea of other people's ages with my spiritual sight. If I'm not mistaken, you're around eighty."
Black Widow's smile collapsed completely.
She drew in a deep breath and fought down the urge to smack this cheeky child. It was absolutely not because she wasn't sure she could win.
She decisively changed the subject before she got tilted again, settling for helpless rage.
"Mr. Potter, I'm Natasha Romanoff, S.H.I.E.L.D. level-seven agent, codename Black Widow.
"I'll be the first S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to take part in your lending project. Here are my credentials."
Harry took her ID, checked it over, then nodded. "So you're the Black Widow Director Fury mentioned. All right, take out your phone."
Black Widow didn't ask why. She took out her agency-issued phone and handed it over.
The special-issue phone for agents was all screen, no buttons at all, sleek and futuristic—far ahead of current mainstream tech.
That kind of smartphone tech was Tony's handiwork. Harry had one too, even more advanced than the agent model.
As soon as he took her phone, the screen began to flicker and scroll, flooded by streams of 0s and 1s.
A few seconds later, Harry handed the phone back. There was a brand-new app on the screen.
The icon was an old-fashioned wand—the wand he'd wielded in the other world.
When she tapped it open, lines of information floated across the screen, and a cute white snowy owl appeared beside them, introducing the app's functions.
"Welcome to Harry Potter's Magical Lending Bank. I'm your banking butler, Hedwig. You can ask me any questions you have about lending."
Black Widow stared at the screen in surprise, then looked up at Harry with a questioning expression.
Harry explained, "This is a program I developed. It links to each borrower. Through it, borrowers can top up magic coins and accept their once-a-month mission.
"You can try it out—you can spend magic coins to cast spells, borrow more power, that kind of thing. It's still in an early stage, but I'm working on getting it off the phone entirely and displaying directly on the borrower's retinas."
Black Widow fell silent. She hadn't expected magic to be this up-to-date—and the tech behind it actually looked more advanced than S.H.I.E.L.D.'s.
Weren't sorcerers supposed to be a bunch of old-fashioned relics? Why was Harry Potter so on trend?
Her magical aptitude turned out to be quite good, even better than Coulson's.
With Harry's coaching, she fully mastered basic telekinesis in just an hour, able to send a thin needle whipping through several targets in a blink.
Harry nodded in satisfaction. He wasn't losing money on this deal—in fact, he was coming out a little ahead.
Having handed Black Widow her magic starter kit, Harry leaned back and waited patiently for things to snowball. He was sure S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't be able to resist the lure of magic. In the end, every talented agent inside their organization would be his.
After that, he headed over to Tony's villa. The two of them discussed the design of the magic armor for a while, then agreed to head to Asgard together in a few days to buy Uru alloy in bulk.
Only then did Harry open another portal and step back into his New York villa.
The moment he walked out of the portal into his room, his soul trembled again.
It wouldn't be long now before he returned to the wizarding world again.
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