Magic Journey from Hogwarts

"It's not safe here anymore. We have to talk somewhere else." The old man with the stick said solemnly to everyone.

"Unsafe?" Jessica opened her mouth, "But we've only been here for more than ten minutes."

"Heh! Do you know why the Hand and Harmony Society didn't come to attack us in the past ten minutes?" The old man with the stick said expressionlessly, "Because of the obstruction of the Zhenchun Society.

In order to have a face-to-face talk with you guys, a team from the Shinjunkai willingly accepted this mission with a very high mortality rate, and the time is almost up."

"You must be kidding!" Luke said in disbelief.

“No.” Matt’s tone became serious. “This is indeed inconsistent with the efficiency of the Hand. Logically speaking, the Hand’s pursuit should be like a tide, one wave after another.”

"They are coming." The old man with the stick said suddenly.

Matt also heard the noise outside the restaurant, "Weapons, several guns, all loaded."

"So fast? How did they find us?"

"It's just a matter of time." The old man with the stick said calmly.

Jessica twitched her lips, “Since you mentioned changing places just now, you should know how we can get out of this situation!”

The old man with the stick uttered a surprised "hmm", "You are a little smarter than I thought."

"I won't say anything modest. How should we run?"

"There is a sewer at the back door. Just open the manhole cover and jump in." The old man with the stick said, and then changed the subject, "But before that, we have to deal with someone first."

He slowly looked towards a dining table at the back, where Alexandra was sitting calmly on a chair, looking at them with a smile on her face.

“It wouldn’t be my first choice, but I just love fortune cookies.

I think we should talk about this like adults.”

The old man looked at her calmly, "What do you want?"

"You really surprise me, old man.

You are old, but so witty."

"I'm just not stupid. The Hand and the Society will never negotiate with people or forces that are weaker than them unless they have demands, and such demands cannot be obtained by casual robbing.

The Hand and the Society have no shortage of resources, and they know no fewer secrets than I do. You can only want what you don't have, and we..." The old man with the stick suddenly thought of something, and his voice stopped abruptly. His lifeless but sharp eyes stared at Danny Rand, "Iron Fist, they want you."

"Me?" Danny pointed at himself blankly, "They want to kill me!"

"No, no, no." Alexandra shook her head slightly, stood up and walked to Danny, "The Hand may want to kill them, but not you. My organization has always respected the protector of Kunlun."

"A failed protector." The old man with the stick said sarcastically, "Thanks to him, you were able to easily enter Kunlun and massacre people. Such a hero must be respected."

Danny's eyes dimmed and his heart felt like it was hit by a sledgehammer.

The blame has been put on him and he can't get rid of it no matter what.

"My only goal is to bring you down."

"But you have failed time and again." Alexandra didn't care about Danny's hostile look at all. She had lived for hundreds of years and thought Danny Rand was just a child who had not grown up. "Maybe it's time to consider other options."

“There is no other choice.”

"My dear, there are always choices." Alexandra pushed his shoulder and walked side by side with him. "That's why life is so interesting."

"Stop talking nonsense, Alexandra." The old man with the stick continued, "What do you want the iron fist for?"

"To do what I have always wanted to do, to bring light to the darkness, to bring life to the place between death."

"You talk about life, but you've killed so many people." Luke snorted.

"It seems we haven't been formally introduced yet."

"Better say goodbye."

Alexandra shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I can see that you have formed a bond, and while it may give you some comfort, I promise it is only temporary."

Then, she looked at Danny Rand, "They will disappoint you."

"They haven't yet!"

"They won't make you stronger. Let me give you a piece of advice. The more bonds you have, the easier it is to be defeated."

"What do you mean?" Danny frowned instinctively.

"Well... I will pool all the resources of my organization." Alexandra turned to look at the old man with the stick, "Do you remember the last time all the fingers of the Hand and the Society came together?"

The old man with the stick nodded, "A big screening."

"And New York is such a densely populated place." Alexandra slowed her tone and looked Danny straight in the eyes, making his scalp tingle unconsciously.

"what are you saying?"

"Just think of how many lives you could save if you came with me."

Gulu!

Danny seemed to understand what she meant, and would threaten him with the entire city.

"What do you want from me?"

"Kid, don't even think about it." The old man with the stick warned secretly.

"I just want answers."

"I can even let them go." Alexandra continued to seduce, trying to break down Danny's psychological defenses bit by bit.

"If you dare to go with her, I will kill you myself."

"I'm not going anywhere." Danny emphasized immediately, because the old man with the stick had his hands on the hilt of the knife at his waist. If he had any hesitation, the old man would stab him on the spot.

"Mr. Rand." Alexandra patted Danny's shoulders with both hands and advised earnestly: "You have to think it through."

"You need to go," Luke interrupted. "Now."

Alexandra glanced at him and ignored him.

But Danny broke free from her hands and took two steps back to distance himself from her.

Alexandra immediately understood his decision and was not surprised, but felt a little regretful and troubled.

“They’re just like you, old man.

The only language they know is violence.”

Sonorous!

The sound of a sword being drawn suddenly appeared in everyone's ears, and then the store door was suddenly broken open, and Erica walked in with an expressionless face.

Alexandra walked slowly towards Erica, "Come on, child, let's serve life itself together."

"I knew it would be like this." The old man couldn't help but laugh. "Alexandra, you have been ready to destroy us."

"I didn't want to, but Mr. Rand made the wrong decision."

“It’s okay, those outside can come in too!

Erica alone is not enough."

"Old man, are you mentally ill?" Jessica rolled her eyes speechlessly, wishing she could cover the old man's mouth.

Dealing with just one is difficult enough, wouldn't it be even more dangerous to deal with a group of them?

Matt keenly sensed something was wrong, and his expression changed slightly, "Stick Old Man, what are you going to do?"

"It's not what I want to do, but the only thing we can do next is to break out." The old man with the stick pulled out the two samurai swords on his waist, "And you should know what you have to do if you don't want her to die."

Alexandra turned calmly and sat back in her original seat, and no one else tried to stop her.

On the one hand, Alexandra is difficult to deal with, and on the other hand, Erica is watching closely from the side. If she is blocked, it will be a signal for war.

"Matt." The old man with the stick said calmly.

Matt took a deep breath, got into a fighting stance, and then accelerated towards Erica.

Erica swung the knife suddenly, Matt leaned back to avoid the blade and kicked the weapon out of Erica's hand.

Then, the two began a fierce close combat.

Matt's goal was clear, to hold Erica back, while also guiding her little by little away from the others, toward the back door of the restaurant.

Although the old man with the stick swore that Erica had turned into a weapon of the hand and the society, she was still the woman he loved deeply, so he had to try to rescue her no matter what.

"Sure enough, Matt lost his mind when facing Erica." The old man with the stick was not surprised at all. Instead, he looked at Alexandra meaningfully, "You didn't take the opportunity to escape?"

Alexandra spread her hands, "Why should I run away?"

boom!

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sudden loud noise above his head.

The glass skylight shattered, and a figure fell from the sky. As he landed, he raised his palms and knocked Luke and Danny away.

"Murakami, you're here too?" The old man with the stick slowly drew out the two swords from his waist. "Very good, this will save me a lot of trouble."

"Long time no see." Murakami greeted him like an old friend, then got ready and rushed forward to fight with the old man with a stick.

Luke helped Danny up, and the two looked at each other and immediately went over to help.

There is no need to follow any rules of the underworld when making peace with the opponents. This is not a case of the majority bullying the minority, but a just fight of three against one.

Murakami's fighting power is not low, but the old man with a stick is no pushover either. In a one-on-one situation, it is difficult to determine the winner in a short period of time.

But he was unlucky, this group of people had no martial ethics at all.

He had just dodged several sword strikes from the old man with a stick and was about to fight back when Luke kicked him in the waist and abdomen.

Murakami staggered, and at this moment a fist glowing with golden light continued to grow larger in his pupils.

Iron fist.

Feeling the fatal crisis, Murakami immediately swung his right arm, and a short knife slipped from his sleeve and was held in his hand.

boom!

Click!Click!

The dagger and Danny's fist collided and turned into silver fragments in an instant.

After shattering the dagger, the powerful energy impact continued to blast Murakami forward, knocking down several dining tables and making close contact with the wall.

"Puff! Cough cough!" Murakami stood up reluctantly, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. "This generation of Iron Fist is not very smart, but the power of Iron Fist is still so fascinating."

"What did I say before?" Alexandra walked up to Murakami, "They are not so easy to deal with."

"Where's your Black Sky?"

"He held back the disciple of the old man with a stick."

"Alexandra," the old man with the stick interrupted calmly, "There are five fingers on the hand, but only two are here!"

"Of course not." Mrs. Gao knocked down the wall with one palm and walked in calmly with more than ten people.

"Gao, I'm really glad to see you." The old man with the stick smiled with a hint of relief.

"Happy?" Mrs. Gao was a little surprised. "Old Man Stick, I don't know when our relationship became so good."

"Just now, right now." The old man with the stick chuckled, and then his blind eyes swept around, "The third finger appeared, what about the fourth and fifth?

Botu and Sowanda should be here too!"

"I am coming."

The gambler walked in with a smile on his face and his hands in his pockets.

He also brought more than a dozen people with him, but compared to the gangsters under Mrs. Gao, his men were more disciplined. Although they looked a little immature, their sharp eyes were particularly inconsistent with their age.

"Gambler." When Danny saw this face, all his hatreds surged up in his heart. "You are not dead."

“I’m sorry to disappoint you.

Isn't Colleen here with you? I thought I'd see her! "

"Sowanda is still on the way, but his men have also arrived." Mrs. Gao said while looking at the wall behind her. As soon as she finished speaking, dense gunfire rang out.

In just a few seconds, half of the wall was riddled with bullets.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang and the wall collapsed, revealing more than a dozen terrorists armed with guns to everyone.

"It's so lively!" The old man with the stick said with a hint of regret, "Sowanda didn't come."

"He's gone to do something important, so he'll be a little late." Alexandra said with a little pride, "But old man, you should consider the current situation now."

"What should we do?" Jessica was a little flustered. "Their number is more than ten times ours."

"This is just a small part." The old man with the stick said unconcernedly, "It's a very small part. The most elite ninjas have not been sent out."

"Huh? Don't say something that would undermine morale at this time."

"Mr. Rand." Alexandra looked at him gently, "Even now, I am willing to give you another chance.

As long as you come with us, I promise that no one will hurt them and the city will be safe."

"Do you think I will believe you?" Danny said gloomily.

"That's more like it." The old man with the stick smiled. Although the 'Iron Fist' of this generation is stupid, it is not hopeless.

"What a shame." Alexandra shook her head and then signaled for others to take action.

Soon the four of them were surrounded and had to huddle together with their backs to guard against any sneak attack that might come at any time.

That is to say, there is a Danny Rand among them. What the Hand and the Society want is a living 'Iron Fist'. They will not use hot weapons casually without any hesitation, otherwise their situation will become more dangerous.

"If we work together, we can get through this unscathed."

"How confident you are." The gambling man gave a thumbs up. "I hope you still think so later."

"Of course I would think so, otherwise how would I dare to come here alone." The old man with the stick said meaningfully, "It's a pity that only four of the five fingers came."

Hearing this, Mrs. Gao's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"

The old man with the stick did not answer, but lowered his voice solemnly and said, "Listen to my instructions later. You must do whatever I tell you to do. Do you understand?"

"Uh...can you explain that more clearly?" Danny asked in confusion.

"No, but if you don't want to die, you have to trust me."