Last time, once the signs of a world traversal appeared, it took only a few days before Harry actually crossed over. It was very likely to be the same this time.
Harry planned to use this traversal to run some experiments.
In all his previous crossings, whether it was from the multiverse world to the wizarding world or from the wizarding world back to the multiverse, he'd never been able to bring any items with him—not even things stored in pocket dimensions.
At present, the only thing he could be sure would travel with him between worlds was the magic in his own body.
So he guessed that the standard for whether something could cross worlds with him came down to whether it was truly "one with him."
This time, he would use things like fingernails and hair together with external magical materials to separately craft magical constructs that could be merged into his skin, so he could determine whether magical constructs fused into flesh would be able to cross worlds with him.
On top of that, the magical AI Hedwig could also help him judge whether magical constructs fused into his soul would be able to travel between worlds.
Harry felt that Hedwig had a very high chance of being able to cross worlds anyway—after all, his chaos magic could pass perfectly and freely between the two worlds, so something like Hedwig, made entirely out of chaos magic, should behave the same.
Because these items were only for experiments and didn't need to be especially powerful, Harry finished crafting them quickly.
Each one was a jade-like stone about the size of a fingernail, inscribed with simple runes.
They didn't possess any powerful magical properties, just the rather useless effect of emitting a faint light.
He fused them into the flesh of his left arm; on his skin, it now looked as if two circles of runes about a centimeter across had appeared.
After taking care of all this, Harry went on living as usual. He didn't know exactly when he would cross over again, but from his last traversal he had already drawn one conclusion.
When he was in one world, time in the other world came to a complete stop. Because of that, going back and forth between worlds wouldn't disrupt his life at all.
...
The Triskelion, one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters, stood on Theodore Roosevelt Island in the Potomac River between Washington, D.C. and Virginia.
A hundred meters beneath the Triskelion, in a concealed training ground, Black Widow was standing at the center of an empty range, while targets kept popping up all around her.
The targets came in all shapes and sizes. They shot up at great speed and moved along completely unpredictable trajectories, yet they had barely emerged before each one was knocked back down by an attack.
What was surprising was that, although Black Widow was holding a gun in each hand and bullets were constantly spitting from the muzzles, hitting target after target, only a small portion of the targets fell because they were struck by bullets. Many more looked as though they had been hit by a thin white line.
If you looked carefully, you'd notice that the white line was actually a steel needle streaking through the air at high speed!
When every last target had been taken down and no new ones were rising, Black Widow stood where she was, breathing heavily, her eyes shining brightly.
It seemed she was very satisfied with her performance.
After resting for a moment, Black Widow took out a tissue to wipe her face, then left the training room and entered a nearby monitoring room. Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Coulson, and Hawkeye were all there.
They had been staring fixedly at the timer in front of them, and only when they saw Black Widow walk in did they finally let out a long breath.
Black Widow picked up a white towel from a chair, draped it around her neck, and looked toward the timer.
Beep—
Twenty-seven seconds!
She'd had a basic estimate in mind, but that number still took her by surprise.
In her previous training, it had taken her at least two minutes to knock down all the targets!
With her neat short hair and crisp, capable air, Maria Hill said,
"If we can be sure Mr. Potter is trustworthy, then maybe we really should cooperate with him across the board.
Even basic telekinesis, in Natasha's hands, can bring out power far beyond ordinary firearms. I can't even imagine how strong the higher-level magic must be."
Hawkeye nodded, agreeing with Hill. "If I pair my arrows with telekinesis, I could pull off all kinds of new tricks."
Coulson didn't say anything, but Nick Fury knew this subordinate far too well. Just from Coulson's expression, he could tell that he agreed with Hill as well.
After all, even though Coulson usually did investigative work and rarely fought on the front lines, every support agent still had a fighter's heart.
Nick Fury thought for a moment, then asked, "Natasha, open that lending app and let's see exactly what kind of spells are on there and what strategic value they have. After that, we'll make our decision."
Black Widow cast her phone screen up onto the large display in front of them, and a list of loanable spells appeared before the S.H.I.E.L.D. contingent.
Because Hedwig could mechanize the process of drawing magic circles in Harry's place, the catalogue of loanable spells had expanded to include many that hadn't been available before.
Telekinesis, the Crimson Rings of Raggadorr, the Winds of Watoomb, the Armored Body Shield Charm, the Levitation Charm, the Unlocking Charm, the Summoning Charm…
Just that list alone was enough to make their mouths water—and that was before they even got to the curses.
The Repairing Charm, the Confundus Charm, the Muggle-Repelling Charm, Transfiguration, the Memory Charm, Harry Potter's Disintegration Spell, Portals, the Mirror Dimension…
Good heavens.
Any one of these spells, dropped into modern society, would be terrifying. Just a single Memory Charm would be enough to wipe out the entire government of a country in a short span of time.
At this moment, Nick Fury felt intensely grateful that, when they had first discovered that Harry Potter was a sorcerer, he hadn't taken any overly aggressive measures or done anything that would turn them into enemies.
Now he also understood why Harry Potter wasn't afraid of his identity being exposed: because the threats the outside world could pose to him simply didn't matter.
Once he'd seen the list of available loan spells, Nick Fury didn't hesitate and made his decision on the spot:
"If we can confirm that Harry Potter means no harm, then from here on out S.H.I.E.L.D. will fully cooperate with Kamar-Taj and cultivate more borrowers!"
Of course, that was easier said than done—Nick Fury himself would not be becoming a borrower.
Borrowers had to take out loans of Harry Potter's magic, so they would inevitably fall under his constraints. It was enough for combat specialists like Natasha and Hawkeye to borrow that power; the upper management of S.H.I.E.L.D. must never do so.
That way, if Harry Potter ever did become a danger to modern society in the future, they would still have the possibility of fighting back.
After all, he wasn't without backup plans.
Nick Fury tightened his grip on the pager he kept close to his body.
...
When Harry returned to the New York villa, Uncle Ben, Aunt May, and Peter were in the living room watching TV.
On-screen, a news anchor was reporting:
"Recently, following the publicly revealed Iron Man, Tony Stark, another masked vigilante has appeared in New York City. He calls himself the city's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
He usually appears at night, fighting crime. He may very well become a new superhero."
Peter asked casually, "May, there's been a lot of news coverage about Spider-Man lately. What do you think of him?"
Aunt May smiled, her eyes full of gentleness and admiration, and said slowly,
"Peter, that kid really is a great hero. Every time I see him swinging between the high-rises, saving people in danger, I feel like this city has a little more warmth and hope because he's here."
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