Chapter 434: Going to Space

The most superior thing about the fifth-speed crossing mode is not that you can insert a complete causal identity in the other world.

The most superior thing is that because the crossing mode is complex, you can spend extra gems to complete more operations.

At present, Bajir is stuck in the channel opened by the [Gate of Time], not really coming, hiding in Ron's subconscious, remotely controlling the Merlin dimension lord, Hogwarts Principal Bajir Granger.

What he didn't expect was that SHIELD, which claimed to be a shield separating the real world from the unknown world, protecting and preserving the truth, and providing ordinary people with a healthy and peaceful living environment, turned out to be a brother unit of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, responsible for Muggles, that is, the human world.

Black-boiled egg must be furious.

However, what Bajir didn't expect the most was that his words came true, and Ron in this world actually died.

He even spent extra gems to let Ron replace the identity of the Skrull Kent.

This is not just an identity, but also a symbol of power.

Although ugly, the Skrulls are interstellar hooligans who can compete with the Kree Empire in the comics.

To be precise, the former Kree and Gluck's Flora Colossi were the interstellar spokespersons they were preparing to cultivate.

In the competition between the two, the lagging Kree chose to rebel directly.

In the end, it became a stable situation where the three empires were evenly matched.

After all, they were a race created by the Celestials.

They can change their appearance at will, disguise themselves as another person, and copy their memories. In terms of disguise ability, they are superior to the alien insects in Kamen Rider Kabuto.

They can disguise more than one person.

The Super Skrulls can even copy the abilities of the person being imitated.

It's just that the movie universe was cut, and the Skrulls became space refugees.

The Super Skrulls need the target's blood and special equipment to copy the superpowers of the person being imitated.

But even so, ordinary Skrulls have not been cut at the individual level.

Ron's identity, the Skrull Kent, has achieved the disguise of many people he thinks are valuable.

Of course, he did not replace the identities of these characters, but after the disguise, he digested the skills he valued into his own through the memories he obtained.

Therefore, he also acquired multiple skills such as shooting, sniping, knife throwing, skiing, judo, cards (gambling), swimming, diving, driving various vehicles (racing cars, airplanes, ships), golf, socializing, etc.

In terms of language, he also learned English, French, German, and Russian.

It can be called the Skrull version of 007.

If it were not for the magic given by the duel field, it could not be copied in this way, and it would be even more perverted.

The only pity is that it is Ron who is now in control of this identity, and his poor brain cannot digest them for a while.

Until now, perhaps because of the degree of identity recognition, he quickly digested the memories of Ron in this world, while the memories of the Skrull Kent were almost to the extent that he only knew the name and the general memory related to Harry.

Crack!

A sound of apparition sounded at the station, attracting the attention of most people.

"Harry!" Ron was surprised.

The black-haired boy who appeared looked doubtful, and his face and clothes were stained with dust.

Ron was not the only one who recognized Harry.

This also included guards such as Coulson.

For most of the guards at the station, Harry, as a candidate for Basil Granger, had long been remembered in their little notebooks.

It was equivalent to Nick Fury's attention to Tony Stark.

Therefore

"Protect everyone!"

"Armor protection!"

"Guard safely!"

In order to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation, Harry was greeted by a series of protective magic beams.

Ron was relieved and focused more on the props used by the guards to cast spells.

This opened his eyes. Some used long rings with two rings, some used Muggle metal wands. Some used a series of beads on their wrists. What surprised him most was that one of them actually relied on a teddy bear.

A bearded man similar to Hagrid held up a teddy bear tied with a pink bow. This combination made Ron even forget to pay attention to Harry, who was now shining with colorful magic auras, as if he was on the stage of a nightclub.

Nightclub, what is a nightclub?

As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, some images that were too heavy for humans and only acceptable to Indians came to mind.

Are Skrulls so ugly?

Why do they change back to their original form!

Is this how it feels to do that? If I were... Lavender.

While Ron was fantasizing, on the other side.

"Hello, I'm Phil Coulson, a Level 8 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Can you briefly describe the problem you encountered?"

"I'm Alastor Moody, the head of the Auror Office. Harry, are you okay?"

The human wall formed by the guards left two passages, and the two people representing the human and wizarding worlds successfully approached Harry.

Facing Coulson, who was bald at an early age, smiling, and full of affinity, and Moody, who was covered with scars and had a blue magic eye that could stop a child from crying, Harry chose the latter.

"It's the Skrulls!"

As soon as Harry finished speaking, the guards around, including the tourists, raised their magic tools and shouted, "Reveal your true form!"

Ron just came to his senses, and like everyone else in the station, he was covered in invisible magic waves.

It's over, I'm going to Azkaban!

He closed his eyes.

"Ten o'clock!"

"Petrify all!" x n

I'm fine? No petrification spell?

Ron was surprised, stretched his legs tentatively, and then opened his eyes.

Then he saw Harry running towards him and hugged him in his arms, "You are not a Skrull, you have not been replaced, that's great!"

Ron's body was stiff. In the corner of his eyes, two guards walked to the side of the petrified Skrull and put a black collar on him. As the collar lit up blue light, the Skrull disappeared on the spot.

"It's okay, Harry." Moody approached, and then whooshed his wand at Harry, "The true form is revealed! Fortunately, Harry, you have not been replaced."

Moody's movements were too fast, and only a few people had time to point their hands at him.

Seeing that Moody was just doing a physical examination, they all put down their hands.

"Can't your magic eye see through the Skrulls?" Ron asked, "And why did the Skrulls capture Harry."

"It would be great if it could." Moody said, "The disguise of these pests is deep in the genetic level, and even blood tests cannot identify them. The Kree are the only ones in the universe who have detection technology specifically for them."

"Currently, SHIELD and the staff of the Department of Astronomy are negotiating with them."

"I still can't understand what Nick Fury is thinking. He is wary of his compatriots living on the same Earth, but he is completely defenseless against interstellar pests from afar."

"The same goes for Karl Danvers. Is she an Earthling or an alien? In order to maintain peace on other planets, she ignores her home planet."

"Even Odin of Asgard cares more about the Earth than she does."

"Let's not talk about the mistakes of our former director for now." Coulson approached, "Our first concern now is Mr. Potter's safety. He can't stay in the human world anymore, so as not to cause a crisis in both worlds."

"Ron, you too."

"Me?" Ron pointed at himself, "I haven't bought it for my dad yet--"

"Superstring Theory: Exploring the Origin of Time, Space and the Universe", this is the book, right?" Coulson took out a huge book from his suit pocket, "You just need to go home now."

"Yes, you need to go home." Moody took out a crystal bottle filled with green powder, and the cork on it had a string of unknown numbers.

He pulled out the cork with a pop, and drew a circle around Harry and Ron with the green powder, "Arthur is waiting for you at the Ministry of Magic."

"What?" Ron didn't react.

Then he suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness. He looked up and saw the faces of Moody and Coulson overlooking them. The chandelier on the ceiling was getting smaller and smaller.

They were falling continuously, and the only light above their heads became a small dot, and finally approached nothing.

All he could hear around him was Harry's breathing.

The first thing that appeared was a noise.

"Ron, Harry"

Then he felt grounded.

A strong arm embraced him, and the familiar smell made him relax.

Even if he didn't look up, he knew, "Dad!"

"Fortunately you are all okay, otherwise Molly."

Listening to his father's chatter, Ron skillfully turned his left ear in and out of his right ear.

His attention was all on this magnificent room.

The floor, walls, and even the ceiling were as flat as a mirror. Rather than being tiled, they looked more like a huge marble hollowed out.

The sofa, carpet, desk, fireplace, and high-back chair with rollers all looked comfortable, but also contained many subtle luxurious details.

But what attracted Ron the most was the huge bookshelf, which was filled with many books whose names he didn't understand.

However, based on his experience in the interstellar world, they were probably all related to science.

"Is this your office, Dad?" Ron couldn't help but make a sound almost like a dream.

He was not careless.

Because in the memory of Ron in this world, he had never been to his father's office. The Ministry of Magic in this world did not allow non-employees to enter, even the wives and children of employees.

And his father's position was still the director of the Office of Prohibition of Abuse of Muggle Objects, no, the director of the Office of Prohibition of Abuse of Human Objects.

"Of course." Arthur Weasley turned the photo on the desk and faced them.

In the photo, nine people from the Weasley family stood in front of the crooked stone-built Burrow, recruiting him.

Ron suddenly felt a strong sense of sadness. Who knew that Ron in this world had died at the hands of the Skrulls.

Now in this room is a Skrull with the name Ron and a green-skinned lizard face.

For a moment, he forgot to wonder why his father's office was so bright and beautiful, and the salary seemed to be good, and why they still lived in the same house, the same as in his world.

"Arthur, you can bring Harry and the others over."

The voice came from the desk, and it was very familiar.

"Dumbledore?" Ron rubbed his eyes, and the center of his father's desk turned into an operating screen similar to the screen of the Magic Fairy Book. Above it, a projection appeared, which was Dumbledore.

What surprised Ron even more was that Dumbledore in the projection could actually turn around and seemed to see them.

This was too unmagical.

Ron couldn't tell what was wrong. Obviously, the Floo Network could do the same thing, and even deliver items and food, but he didn't think it was very magical.

It was a bit like... technology, right technology.

Arthur Weasley didn't know what his "son" was thinking.

He only knew that Harry hadn't said a word until now, but just kept holding Ron's hand, as if he hadn't woken up from his fear.

You know, Harry has the same personality as James, lively and cheerful, carefree, but now he has become like this.

Arthur Weasley sighed, tapped the table with his wand, and a series of fluorescent blue lines appeared on the smooth black wall, spreading to the ceiling, and finally formed a circle composed of countless ripples, curves, and strange symbols.

A blue beam of light appeared, and the golden numbers jumped in it, and finally stopped at 111111.

"Let's go, kids." After the golden numbers disappeared, Arthur Weasley walked in first.

Ron was still confused, but seeing that his father had gone in, he pulled Harry in.

Buzz——

A metallic buzzing sound passed by his ears, and a blue light flashed in front of his eyes.

The next second, Ron found that they appeared in a huge round room.

The walls and ceiling were transparent.

Reflecting the dark starry sky and the blue planet.

"Are we in space now?" Harry finally spoke.

Ron felt his right hand being clenched for a moment, but he understood very well.

He was also very excited.

This is space.

Only warriors have stopped in space.

In their world, in addition to warriors, only Muggle astronauts have arrived, not even Dumbledore!

And now he is——

"Welcome to my masterpiece, Jarvis, give these two kids two cups of Coke and two cheeseburgers." Ron looked up and saw a middle-aged man wearing a light blue suit, a plaid tie, and a distinctive mustache.

He was sitting in a round aircraft, looking at them unscrupulously.

"Harry Potter, I don't know how the Supreme Wizard chose you." The speaker was a tall black man, "Cricket Skrulls can scare you, May-"

"Come on, Mordo." The man with a mustache said, "Don't vent your anger on the children just because the Ancient One didn't choose you. I really don't understand why Strange asked you to attend in his place."

"Stark, you-"

"Be quiet." The speaker was Dumbledore, who was also sitting on the aircraft, "Everyone came from a child. What they need most now is quiet, and-"

"Two cheeseburgers." The man with a mustache winked at Ron.

Two round flying discs dragged food that should be Coke and cheeseburgers appeared in front of them.

Ron suddenly had some good feelings for the man with a mustache.

Give it to me, we are good friends!