Although Wanda, wearing a light red dress, had a look of bitter resentment on her face, she still helped smooth things over:
"Yes, I have already met Miss Cho Chang. The life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sounds incredibly fascinating."
Cho Chang, however, directly expressed her dissatisfaction, questioning: "Harvey, I can't believe I'm only finding out now that you ran off to this strange world to keep a mistress hidden away?"
"I really wonder if Miss Know-It-All will go crazy with anger when she finds out about her existence."
Harvey said with a flat tone: "She already knows."
"What??" Cho Chang felt this world had truly gone mad.
With Miss Know-It-All's fiery temper, she could actually tolerate the existence of this big-boobed chick?
"You guys..."
Cho Chang couldn't find the adjectives to describe the speechlessness in her heart.
But she had to make her stance clear.
"Even if Miss Know-It-All doesn't care, I do. How do you plan to deal with this... Miss Wanda?"
Being suddenly called out, Wanda felt deeply aggrieved in her heart. Especially after gaining superpowers, she felt even more displeased.
"What right do you have to say such things? If it were Miss Granger, I'd have no objections, but who the hell are you?"
Wanda's temper was stoked. Although she came from a lowly background, she wasn't someone just anyone could look down upon.
Seeing this Muggle actually dare to give her attitude, Cho Chang refused to yield an inch and drew her wand.
"Come on, let's duel. Let's see if your strength is as tough as your mouth."
Wanda's hands glowed with scarlet light. Although she didn't speak, she had already assumed a combat stance, clearly also wanting to determine who had the right to speak through a fight.
Harvey felt a deep headache coming on. If a fight really broke out here, they'd end up tearing the house apart.
"Since neither of you is willing to submit and you want to let your strength do the talking, then let me tell you this: I'm the one in charge here, so both of you better behave!"
With that, Harvey cast the Full Body-Bind Curse, freezing both women in place. Then, wrapping an arm around each, he carried them back to the bedroom.
There are many ways to resolve conflicts, and he chose the simplest and most brutal one—fucking them into submission.
From noon until seven in the evening.
When Harvey brought Cho Chang and Wanda to sit down at the dining table for dinner, the two women no longer displayed that previous state of hostile confrontation.
On the battlefield all afternoon, the two women had been fucked so thoroughly by Harvey that they threw down their armor and surrendered. Even teaming up, they couldn't beat him and were reduced to waving the white flag and begging for mercy as he pounded them relentlessly.
Having experienced fighting side by side, the relationship between the two women had eased significantly, at least on the surface.
During the meal, Harvey, as the victor, asked in a very cheerful mood, "No big news recently, right?"
Wanda, her complexion rosy and glowing, was still in a relaxed state of post-orgasmic bliss, though her throat was a bit hoarse from screaming so much.
"Ahem... if you're talking about sensational news recently, it would be the resurrection of the World War II superhero, Captain America."
"Lately, Steve Rogers has been very active, giving speeches in public places like hospitals in New York."
Harvey wasn't surprised by Captain America's appearance.
After all, he was the one who had personally let him go.
"Aside from Captain America, the Avengers haven't made any big moves recently?"
Wanda recalled for a moment, shook her head, and said, "Ever since the Battle of New York, those five superheroes have vanished from the public eye."
Harvey nodded thoughtfully. At this point in time, October 2012, the Marvel Universe was relatively peaceful.
It wouldn't be until closer to Christmas that Iron Man's enemy, Killian, would disguise himself as the "Mandarin" and launch terrorist attacks.
Honestly, seeing the American people suffering in deep waters and scorching fires made him feel inexplicably happy.
He even wanted to step in and add fuel to the fire.
You have to understand, the true "Mandarin" of this world is an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years.
If the true "Mandarin" found out that Killian was using his moniker to operate...
The situation then would probably devolve into a chaotic mess.
Speaking of the Mandarin, one inevitably has to mention the Ten Rings he possesses.
The Ten Rings are divine artifacts of the alien Makluan civilization, a high-tech product possessing power that transcends dimensions.
Harvey was highly interested in this kind of technological treasure.
After all, when technology and magic reach a certain height, there are actually many similarities between them.
"Perhaps by studying the Ten Rings, I can find a new, unconventional method to increase my total magical capacity."
But even if he wanted to scheme for the Ten Rings, it wouldn't be now.
He was more interested in watching the collision between the true Mandarin, the fake Mandarin, and Iron Man.
"Two months. After Christmas, once the Mandarin has exhausted his remaining usefulness, I'll find an opportunity to 'borrow' the Ten Rings and study them."
"When I use a two-pronged approach, I refuse to believe I won't find a way to break through this bottleneck!"
Having formulated his short-term future plan, Harvey continued to bury his head in his food.
For now, he could only wait patiently, forced to live a period of days indulging in sensual pleasures and debauchery.
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Two months slipped quietly by.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters in New York, the Triskelion building located on Roosevelt Island.
Ever since the Battle of New York, S.H.I.E.L.D. had been wound as tight as a clockwork spring; even the ordinary clerical staff were busy day and night.
Not to mention Nick Fury, who was the Director.
Vulgarities like "Fuck" and "Shit!" frequently echoed from his office.
Every day, the Black Egghead had a headache trying to figure out where to deploy personnel to handle the increasingly frequent supernatural cases around the world.
In his office, Nick Fury looked at the mountainous pile of documents and reports in front of him, feeling a sense of powerlessness for the first time in his life.
Restless vampires were frequently stirring up trouble, and the victims of the Battle of New York were holding massive protests against the government's inaction.
There was also this Mandarin guy who had popped up recently, acting like he had a death wish, actually daring to launch consecutive terrorist attacks on American soil.
This resulted in a massive amount of pressure coming from the President.
Yet, Thor, an important combat asset of the Avengers, had taken the war criminal Loki back to Asgard.
Of the remaining five Avengers, the extremely arrogant Tony Stark, having learned from the shame of being defeated by that mysterious sorcerer, became motivated to improve.
He was busy researching and upgrading his armor every day and completely ignored any orders.
Meanwhile, Captain America, bowing to the President's pressure, could only go around acting as a motivational speaker to rally the panicked public.
Dr. Banner was too easily angered and could transform into the Hulk at any moment; the Black Egghead didn't dare casually send him out on missions.
In the end, only two trusted agents, Clint and Romanoff, could still be counted on to be useful.
But the world is so big, and the minor and major cases happening every day are as numerous as the hairs on a cow.
Relying on just the two of them, their high-end combat personnel was simply nowhere near enough.
Therefore, Nick Fury felt it was finally time to introduce fresh blood into the Avengers.
He pondered for a moment, tapping a few times on the holographic projection screen on his desk.
Through internal comms, he called over Agent Romanoff, who was responsible for recruiting new Avengers.
A few minutes later.
A knock sounded on the office door.
"Come in."
Wearing her black combat suit and preparing to head to Mexico for a mission, Natasha walked into the office with heavy dark circles under her eyes.
"Director, new mission?"
The succinct question made Nick Fury realize that this trusted subordinate of his was probably in a state of extreme exhaustion.