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Gemini was also somewhat speechless. "So what exactly did you teach him?"
"He taught himself from textbooks. I never taught him anythingâI just watched to make sure he didn't have any accidents," Maria said sheepishly.
"Then is there a possibility that he doesn't know any attack spells?" Gemini asked hesitantly.
Both fell silent, quietly watching Iron Monger and Tony play catch.
Obadiah had run out of things to throw. Tony couldn't help but breathe a sigh of reliefâhe didn't have much magical power left. If more objects came flying, he'd have to dive to catch them.
Just as Obadiah turned his gaze toward the adjacent highway, Tony suddenly reacted. "Relashio!"
Obadiah was knocked back as if hit by a speeding vehicle, sent flying before landing with a dull thud in the rubble he'd created.
Tony quickly pursued, looking down from above at Iron Monger struggling to rise. Somehow, he suddenly remembered the scene when he'd crashed into the basement and Gemini had stood on the ceiling to rescue him.
Seeing Iron Monger about to get up, Tonyâwith no time to thinkâimmediately cast a Transfiguration Charm on it. But his magical power was nearly depleted, and he had no experience using Transfiguration on such large objects for the first time.
Tony sucked in a sharp breath watching Iron Monger twist and contort into some unidentifiable mass, while Obadiah inside... well, hopefully he still resembled a human.
"Whoa, your son's really something! If Professor McGonagall saw that Transfiguration, she'd definitely make him write essays for a year!" Gemini couldn't help commenting.
Maria's expression also twisted. "Looks like he really isn't good at Transfiguration. How terrifying!"
"Alright, the show's over. Let's go back!" Gemini said, putting away her binoculars.
Maria also reluctantly packed away her binoculars. "With such a big commotion, MACUSA will definitely take action. Just don't know what will happen."
Early the next morning, Tony sat in the makeup room looking at the newspaper in his hands. "Iron Man? I like that name! That's what they're calling me?"
"Tony!" Pepper called sternly, handing him a card. "This is your speech. Just read exactly what's written here."
Tony pouted, tossing the newspaper aside and taking the card. "Fine, I'm not holding out hope. Another official explanation without any originality."
Above MACUSA's Woolworth Building, the clock displaying magical exposure levels began frantically alarming, its needle gradually approaching red.
All the wizards sprang into action, frantically searching for the source of exposure.
At the press conference, Tony flipped through the card in his hands, absentmindedly listening to various questions from reporters below. Suddenly, he understood something and threw the card behind him.
"I am Iron Man."
"Then what was that ability you showed last night, catching and placing cars safely? Telekinesis?!" A reporter below seized the moment while everyone was stunned to fire off a question.
MACUSA personnel had already found the source and quietly entered the press conference venue. Wands extended, ready to begin memory modifications. Aurors were also inconspicuously trying to approach Tony, preparing to arrest this wizard who used magic in broad daylight.
Tony smiled and directly winked at the audience below. "It's magic!"
The MACUSA personnel's hearts sank. Finished. Completely finished.
The entire venue suddenly fell silent for a moment. All the wizards felt their hearts turn to ash.
The next second, those reporters burst into laughter. "Mr. Stark is so humorous! Is this something new you've invented?" a reporter asked.
Tony shrugged. "You can think of it that way. I consider it magicâbelieve it or not."
The reporters all laughed. "We naturally believe you, Mr. Stark. Will you be a hero from now on?"
Before Tony could answer, Coulson stepped directly onto the stage. "The press conference ends here. Thank you all for attending." He then pulled Tony away.
Looking at the excited reporters, a group of wizards followed behind with bewildered expressions as they left the press conference. Meanwhile, the clock at the Woolworth Buildingâits needle had actually returned to the safe green zone.
While Tony was holding his press conference, Fury was already lying in the All-Purpose Shop's basement.
"So, do you need anesthesia?" Fury asked.
"Anesthesia? What's that? You mean medicine to make you lose sensation?" Gemini asked.
Fury was shocked. "What else? You're going to dig it out raw?!"
"Lie still, lie still! Who told you to move around!" Gemini impatiently waved her wand. Straps beside the bed twisted around, pressing Fury down and binding him securely.
Fury's eyes widened. "Are you sure you're not planning to torture me?!"
Gemini rolled her eyes. "What kind of big shot do you think you are? I don't need anesthesia. Don't worryâyou won't feel any pain."
Fury opened his mouth but said nothing, his fingers constantly making small movements, trying to break free from the restraints.
"About to begin. Keep your eyes wide open," Gemini said expressionlessly.
Fury immediately began struggling. "Wait! Hold on! Ah!"
His eye felt cool. Fury stared blankly at the eyeball floating in Gemini's hand. "That's it?"
"What else?" Gemini looked at Fury with disdain.
For the rest of the time, Fury kept his mouth shut, watching Gemini pour potion into his eye socket, place strange objects inside, then stuff something into the socket and drip transparent liquid on top.
"Done. Close your eyes." Gemini waved her wand, and the restraints automatically fell away. Fury obediently closed his eyes.
"Hm?" Fury was shocked. He'd clearly closed his eyes, but he could still see! Every detail in the room, plus flowing lights across the walls and ceiling.
He opened his eyes. What his left and right eyes saw was completely different, yet magically merged into one view. He instinctively understood everything he was seeing.
Fury looked at Gemini. She was glowing with a faint yellow light. What was this?
"Take thisâyour eye's instruction manual. Don't remove it casually. If you need to clean it, remember to buy special cleaning solution from me, or your eyeball will keep getting stuck," Gemini handed him a sheet of paper.
Fury was shocked. It could be removed?!
Looking down at the sheet, he quickly found the corresponding information. The flowing lights were reactions from magical runes operating. The glow around people indicated their attitude toward himâred meant hostility, blue meant trust. Gemini's yellow meant ordinary perception.
After studying it further and buying a large bottle of cleaning solution, Fury put his eyepatch back on and walked out of the All-Purpose Shop.
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