Wes Elwin, full of dreams and anticipation, began his magical journey at the mysterious and prestigious school of witchcraft and wizardry — Hogwarts.
At the sa ti, he was also curiously experinting with the mysterious panel he had.
After careful investigation, he discovered that besides letting him freely travel between two worlds and displaying his attributes accurately, the panel didn't seem to offer any other surprising functions.
As ti passed, Wes Elwin reached adulthood — and to his shock, his magical power was still steadily increasing.
In the enchanting world of Harry Potter, it was common knowledge that a wizard's magical growth typically stopped upon reaching adulthood, stabilizing at a fixed level.
Wes knew very well that he wasn't so one-of-a-kind prodigy.
Which ant that this continued magical growth could only be explained by the unique abilities granted by his system panel.
It was a power full of infinite possibilities — an ability that could continue to grow and evolve without limit.
Realizing this, Wes was overjoyed.
It ant his potential had no ceiling — an endless road of advancent lay ahead, waiting to be explored.
Before long, Wes Elwin graduated from Hogwarts with undisputed top honors, easily securing the top rank in his class.
Surprisingly, however, he declined countless job offers that most wizards would consider exceptional and irresistible.
Why? Because his panel had changed — a new world na had appeared: "Delicious in Dungeon."
Without hesitation, Wes decided to embark on a bold adventure to explore this brand-new world.
It was a paradise for adventurers — dungeons filled with magical beasts, rare herbs, and drool-worthy treasure hoards.
In that land of danger and opportunity, Wes Elwin earned his first fortune.
Using the knowledge he'd acquired at Hogwarts in potion-making and alchemy, he skillfully created powerful magical potions and uniquely designed magical tools.
This not only honed his skills to perfection, but also beca his main source of inco.
As of now, his system panel displayed the following:
Host: Wes Elwin
Worlds: Marvel · Harry Potter; Delicious in Dungeon
Profession: Wizard / Potion Maker / Alchemist
Level: 3
It was worth noting: a level 3 wizard was equivalent in strength to a Hogwarts professor — and the elite among them were the highly respected heads of the four houses.
Wes Elwin had already reached the peak of Level 3.
Thanks to the vast and varied resources across all three worlds, his growth had been astonishingly fast — enabling him to fully absorb and master the massive amount of knowledge he had accumulated in his seven years at Hogwarts.
However, Wes keenly realized that if he wanted to break through to Level 4, a higher magical realm, the foundation he currently had was still lacking. The knowledge he had at hand simply wasn't enough to support a breakthrough of that magnitude.
"I have to return to Hogwarts. The library alone has tens of thousands of books filled with profound magical knowledge — enough to power my push toward Level 4. I really should've studied harder back then," Wes sighed. "But… with my current reputation, will Headmaster Dumbledore even approve my application?"
To further strengthen his magical abilities, Wes had often dealt with dark wizards — ones considered evil by most — and had broken quite a few Ministry of Magic regulations along the way.
A man as well-inford as Dumbledore couldn't possibly be unaware of that.
"No matter what, I have to try. I've already cleared out my inventory, so I'll head back to the Harry Potter world and stock up on materials first."
"Jandy, is everything packed?" Wes Elwin called out loudly.
"Everything is ready, my master," ca the obedient reply.
Jandy responded loudly while steadily lifting a brown suitcase that looked much larger than its own small body.
"Let's go. Ti to head to Diagon Alley," Wes Elwin said decisively.
"Yes, sir!" Jandy replied.
Then, with practiced efficiency, Jandy opened the suitcase and stepped inside.
Strangely, despite its entrance, the suitcase's appearance didn't change at all to the naked eye.
This suitcase was one of Wes's proudest creations, inspired by Newt Scamander's famous magical case.
Its interior had been enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charms, temperature regulation spells, and other powerful, practical enchantnts. Rare and precious materials were used in its construction.
The outer surface was made from valuable dragon hide, and even the tiny button on its clasp was worth a fortune.
Though it appeared to be just a regular suitcase, its internal space was massive — containing three fully equipped laboratories and five spacious storage rooms.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say Wes had stored nearly his entire fortune in it.
Lifting the treasured suitcase, Wes vanished from the spot.
The mysterious "Hogwarts Potion Shop" at No. 7 Arthur Avenue also disappeared into the depths of night — as if it had never existed at all.
"Sir, the potion shop has vanished," reported Phil Coulson imdiately, who had been monitoring the area closely.
"Got it. Co back," ca the short reply over the phone.
"Yes, sir," Coulson answered.
He glanced once more at the spot between buildings 6 and 8 on Arthur Avenue, where the potion shop had stood, then quickly drove away in his beloved car.
The vehicle sped through the streets, soon arriving at the Trident Headquarters building.
Once parked, Coulson didn't even stop to catch his breath. He strode directly to the director's office door.
Stopping in front, he adjusted his slightly ssy attire, then raised his right hand and knocked gently.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
"Co in," a deep voice called from inside.
Phil Coulson took a deep breath and slowly pushed the door open. The room was pitch black.
The lights flicked on instantly, revealing a shiny bald head right in front of him…
A bald Black man sat in a luxurious executive chair, arms crossed, fixing Coulson with a piercing glare.
He exuded authority and command, like soone who controlled everything from the shadows.
"Phil, I hope what you brought is good news," Nick Fury said coldly, eyes locked on Coulson.
Coulson shrugged helplessly. "Unfortunately, it's bad news. The potion shop owner is indeed a wizard."
"Is that so."
The bad news didn't change Fury's expression — his tone remained calm.
"From what I observed, the wizard seems to be after gold. So far, he doesn't appear to be dangerous."
Coulson spoke cautiously.
"That's your assessnt? Phil, think carefully — what exactly is our mission?"
"To safeguard the world. To protect the lives of ordinary people," Coulson replied firmly, standing straight with pride.
"Exactly. And yet now you're telling that a mysterious wizard, completely outside our control, poses no threat?" Fury's tone turned sharp.
"Can you guarantee that this wizard will remain well-behaved?"
"If we weren't so short on agents right now, I'd send you straight back to the Academy to relearn everything! Sharpen your judgnt!"
"Sorry, sir," Coulson bowed his head, filled with guilt.
"Classify him as an XXX-level observation target. I want every single detail about his true identity — no matter the cost."
Fury waved his hand as he issued the order.
"Yes, sir!" Coulson responded quickly, then turned and left.
Nick Fury stared out at the dazzling yet dangerous skyline of New York, sighing deeply.
"Endless terrorists, aliens dropping by to 'visit' Earth, and now a mysterious wizard shows up out of nowhere."
He slamd his fist against the glass window and growled, "What's next? A god showing up trying to rule humanity?"
"Motherfuxxer!"
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