Marvel's Magic Master: I Have a Clone in the Harry Potter World!

Just as Makarov finished speaking, a masked mage wearing a hood and carrying five magic staves on his back pushed open the guild doors and walked in.

In this world, magic staves exist but differ from George's staff. The local staves are more like magical tools, each capable of releasing one or two specific spells. Typically, only possession-type mages use them.

In contrast, George's staff does not cast any specific magic but amplifies all his spells and speeds up their casting. As his skills improve, with quick enough movements, he could potentially fire off spells like a machine gun.

After entering the guild, Mystogan said nothing, headed straight to the second floor, selected a mission, and quietly left.

"This guy must have a severe case of social anxiety," George muttered, watching Mystogan vanish through the doorway as everyone began waking up. Social anxiety of this level was indeed rare in Fairy Tail.

"I'm off to read," George announced after lunch, planning to continue his studies in the library, armed with the information about Dragon Crystals he had gleaned from the guild master.

"Hey, cat downstairs! You're not bad—interested in becoming my cat?"

Just as George spread his wings, a haughty voice echoed from the second floor. Looking up, he saw a blond-haired mage wearing a coat, with a lightning-shaped scar on his face.

"I hear you can use restoration magic and even resisted Mystogan's sleep magic earlier. Not bad. You're qualified to be my cat," said the mage.

"Laxus!" gasped the guild members, instantly recognizing the newcomer.

George realized this mage was none other than Laxus Dreyar, the guild master's grandson. Laxus was a Lightning Dragon Slayer and one of the guild's elite S-Class mages.

"What arrogance!" George twitched his whiskers in annoyance and flatly refused, "Not interested!"

Currently, George was focused on learning magic and improving his strength. Teaming up with Laxus would be meaningless. If he were to team up, he'd rather choose Erza, Lucy, or Levy—at least the missions would be more enjoyable to the eye.

"I like your attitude," Laxus said, surprisingly not angry. Instead, he appeared intrigued.

"You'll have to leave the library and go on missions eventually. Instead of teaming up with the weaklings downstairs, you might as well work with me. That'll help you grow stronger faster. Isn't that why you're constantly studying magic?"

Laxus saw George's potential as crucial to the guild and believed recruiting him early would be beneficial if he were to succeed Makarov as guild master.

"Laxus, who are you calling weaklings? Let's settle this!" Natsu roared, flames blazing from his mouth. Laxus, however, dismissed him with a sneer.

"You can't even handle someone like Erza, and you want to fight me?"

"What did you say?!" Erza's brow furrowed as a magic sword materialized in her hand. Though they'd never fought, she doubted Laxus could best her.

"Don't overreact, Erza," Gray and Levy interjected, trying to prevent an actual fight.

Still, Laxus arrogantly proclaimed, "Don't you all get it? I'm the strongest in this guild!"

Natsu leapt onto a table, intending to charge upstairs and challenge Laxus, only to be swatted down by Makarov's giant hand.

"No S-Class mages below the second floor!" Makarov scolded, pinning Natsu to the ground.

Laxus burst into laughter. "Ha! Put in your place by the old man!"

Before leaving, Laxus cast George a meaningful glance. "Your colors suit me. You'll be my cat someday."

George smirked. "Bring me a Dragon Lacrima, and I might consider it."

If Laxus truly could acquire a Dragon Lacrima or related intel, teaming up might not be a bad idea after all.

The next day brought chaos to the guild.

In an attempt to prove his strength, Natsu had sneaked onto the second floor the previous night, stolen an S-Class mission request, and dragged Lucy along with him.

Furious, Makarov sent Gray to retrieve them. George, however, didn't concern himself with such drama, as his priority remained mastering magic.

Meanwhile, in the Marvel Universe:

Nick Fury handed an investigative report to Coulson and Black Widow, asking, "What's your take?"

"Our memories were tampered with," they replied in unison.

As elite agents trained to notice discrepancies, they quickly realized the details in the report didn't align with their recollections. If they weren't lying, then their memories had been altered.

"Do you have any suspects?" Fury pressed.

Coulson hesitated. "Yes—George."

At the scene of the incident, only Pepper Potts and her bodyguard George had been present. George's mysterious aura and untraceable identity made him a prime suspect.

Fury turned to Black Widow. "And you?"

"I don't have a suspect," she admitted, frowning. "Everyone I encountered is dead."

Her memories seemed intact before entering the facility, as confirmed by surveillance and colleagues. But after entering, everyone she met—including Dr. Rice and the guards—had perished.

"You think the same person or group tampered with both your memories?" Fury asked, leaning back in his chair.

Their symptoms suggested a common perpetrator.