Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 127 Captain, the operation was successful, you are no longer a boy!

Harry maintained his magical output while comforting her gently:
"Don't worry, Wanda. Your body is very good and you will adapt in a short time. It will be a little painful at first, but once the magic starts to transform and strengthen your body, you will feel more comfortable than ever before!"

As expected, just a moment later, an indescribable feeling of joy surged up from deep within Wanda's limbs and bones like a tide, quickly spreading throughout her body.

The magical talent that was originally hidden in her body was like being unlocked by a magic key, and a part of it was successfully stimulated. Even her physical fitness was significantly enhanced under the nourishment of this wonderful power.

She subconsciously raised her hands slowly, and the crimson magic power, which was so thick that it seemed to be tangible, flowed out from her fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, it completely enveloped her hands, emitting a mysterious, charming and intoxicating light!

Looking at the sea not far away, Wanda closed her eyes slightly, concentrated her mind, and tried to move the sea water outside the villa.

In an instant, ripples appeared on the sea surface outside the villa, and then, tons of sea water seemed to be gently lifted up by an invisible giant hand, slowly drifting away from the sea surface and steadily suspended in the air!

In just two days, Wanda's telekinesis magic reached an astonishing intermediate level, extremely close to the advanced level!

This was certainly due to her innate terrifying talent. Her high comprehension and affinity for magic allowed her to learn magic like a duck in water.

On the other hand, she could not have done without Harry's unremitting help. During these two days, Harry continued to pour magic power into her body, like a cart pulling a pony, almost extravagantly tapping into her body's potential!
At this moment, Wanda's magic power had already undergone a subtle change. Her originally pure blood-red magic power gradually blended into a faint gray, and gradually took on the shape of Harry!

Just as Harry was about to go deeper and help Wanda cultivate the magic power in her body, a rapid ring of the cell phone suddenly broke the silence.

Harry frowned slightly, took out his cell phone with a bit of displeasure, and saw that the caller ID was Coulson.

When the call was connected, Coulson's anxious voice came from the receiver, asking him to rush to S.H.I.E.L.D. as soon as possible, as there was an important matter that needed his help.

Harry listened with a helpless look on his face. He glanced at Wanda beside him.

Wanda's face was flushed and she was still breathing heavily. She was obviously still immersed in the wonderful state of magic power surging just now.

He took a deep breath and had to stop what he was doing temporarily, slowly guiding the chaotic magic to withdraw smoothly from Wanda's body.

He whispered a few words of comfort to Wanda, telling her to adapt to the chaotic magic still surging in her body on her own, then opened a portal, disappeared from the villa, and appeared in the slightly dim conference room of S.H.I.E.L.D.

……

Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., Harry looked at Fury with some confusion and asked, "Now, can you tell me what exactly you want me to do? Also, who did you say you wanted to test magical talent for?"

When Nick Fury saw Harry, his already dark face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. The anger that had been pent up for a long time suddenly bubbled up, and he shouted angrily: "Restore my hands to me first!"

Last time, because Nick Fury insisted on playing the Riddler trick on Harry, Harry turned his hands into whips.

Until this moment, the remaining magic power on the whip has not dissipated, so his hands are still in the form of whips.

Harry curled his lips and said jokingly, "I feel like these two whips suit you very well. If you show your men a look, it will definitely speed up their work efficiency. After all, using whips to urge laborers to work is a tradition of your ancestors!"

The veins on Nick Fury's forehead bulged and throbbed, and he couldn't help but roar in his heart: "What kind of bullshit tradition is this? We are the ones who are oppressed and whipped!"

After his hands recovered, Nick Fury suppressed his inner anger, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and mentally prepared himself:

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. You can't beat him even if you're angry. Besides, the entire United States might not be a match for Kamar-Taj. There's no need to get upset over this..."

After a long while, elite agent Nick Fury relied on his excellent qualities to finally suppress the urge to beat Harry up, and his expression regained some calmness.

He nodded to Harry, motioning him to follow, then turned and led Harry towards the training ground.

When I arrived at the training ground, I saw a small room artificially built in the middle of the field.

Harry's eyes were drawn to the view outside the room's window, where he saw two portraits placed, each depicting a scene from a New York neighborhood in the 1940s.

Old buildings are scattered around, old-fashioned cars are driving on the streets, and pedestrians are dressed in the style unique to that era.

Harry turned and gave Nick Fury a questioning look.

After learning from the last lesson, Nick Fury had no intention of being a Riddler this time. Before Harry could ask, he said directly:
"You know Captain America? He's still alive, he's not dead, we found him in the Arctic.

He had been frozen under the ice for decades, but even so, when we found him, he miraculously still retained vital signs.

With the full support of modern cutting-edge medical equipment, his vital signs are gradually stabilizing, and we believe he will be able to wake up soon. We are fully aware that suddenly confronting the reality of decades past is likely to cause him a huge shock, and may even cause him to have a psychological breakdown.

Therefore, we have carefully arranged all of this in the hope of helping him gradually adapt to this new social environment.

But now the situation has changed. You have discovered the traces of Hydra before. They have made a comeback and posed a great threat to world security.

As for Captain America, he has fought against Hydra all his life and has rich experience in confrontation. We firmly believe that he will become a key force in fighting against Hydra.

So, we decided to wake him up early.

But the problem is that with our current level of technology, there is no way to wake him up safely in advance without damaging his brain.

So we can only contact you, hoping that you can lend a hand, and ask you to help test Captain America's magical talent, and if conditions permit, let him become your lender!
After all, although Captain America was a top combat hero in the last century, times have changed. His original abilities alone are no longer able to fully cope with the current complex situation. Allowing him to master magic is undoubtedly the best choice to enhance his strength."

Harry nodded, very interested. He scratched his chin, patted his chest, and assured, "Captain America was my idol when I was a kid. Don't worry, I'll take good care of him!"

For some reason, after seeing the smile on Harry's face, Nick Fury always felt uneasy.

Is it really reliable to hand over Captain America to Harry?
……

Steve vaguely felt that the chill around him was gradually fading away, replaced by strands of warmth. This warmth was like a gentle hand, constantly caressing his body, little by little waking him up from his long, dark sleep.

Finally, Steve's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, waking up again from decades of sleep!

Strange ceiling.

Steve slowly stood up, his movements somewhat stiff from not having moved for a long time, and looked around.

This was a completely unfamiliar room. The sunlight poured in through the window without reservation, making the white curtains almost transparent.

He was lying on a small bed at the moment, and the layout of the ward gave him a sense of familiarity, as it was very similar to the ward he had stayed in when he was treated at Bellevue Hospital after being injured.

But soon, he frowned slightly and noticed something strange around him.

The sunlight that shone into the house was dazzlingly white, exuding an indescribable weirdness, completely different from the warm and gentle sunlight in her memory.

The smell of disinfectant in the air also subtly deviated from the familiar scent in his memory, with a hint of unfamiliar, pungent chemical smell.

What made him even more confused was that a familiar commentary voice came to his ears... He seemed to have heard the commentary of this game before.

Just then, the door of the ward was gently pushed open, and a young doctor walked in, followed by a lady.

In an instant, Steve's eyes were attracted by this lady. Her eyebrows, eyes and expression were surprisingly similar to those of his long-awaited girlfriend Peggy Carter.

It was obvious that the two people in front of him were dressed like this, and they were probably trying to disguise themselves as doctors and nurses in the hospital, but for some reason, both the surrounding environment and various details were full of loopholes.

It’s like they don’t understand the times we live in!
Could this be a prank?
Or was he really captured by the enemy?
Steve sat on the edge of the bed, his back straight, his eyes sharp as torches, staring closely at the two of them, his demeanor calm and alert, ready to hear what tricks these two would play.

The ridiculously young "doctor" strode over with a smile on his face, ignoring Steve's wary gaze and sank into the chair next to him.

He looked Steve up and down carefully, then nodded as if he was very satisfied with what he saw, and said lightly:
"Well, not bad, you've recovered quite well, the operation was successful, you're not a boy anymore!"

Steve: "???"

Sharon Carter: “???”

People observing from outside: “???”

What the hell are you talking about!

Steve was struck by lightning when he heard this. The blood instantly drained from his face, leaving only a pale white. He subconsciously reached for his pants...

(End of this chapter)