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M97- Foreteller Stark

Kingpin stood at the edge of the skyscraper, watching the city burn. His grip tightened on his cane as the remnants of Kira’s message flickered out, the last embers fading into the night. Below, his men scrambled to contain the damage, but there was no containing Kira. Not like this.

“He’s calling us out,” Kingpin muttered. His voice was calm, but his jaw was tight.

Green Goblin chuckled beside him. “Oh, Fisk, you look stressed.” He leaned forward slightly, watching th...

HP373- First Task

The stands surrounding the makeshift arena were packed with students, professors, and a handful of Ministry officials. Excitement buzzed through the crowd, a mixture of anticipation and morbid curiosity. Betting pools had sprung up overnight, and Fred and George were running them like seasoned bookies, taking wagers on everything from who would get burned first to whether Krum would trip over his own feet.

Harry stood behind the marked boundary lines, arms crossed as he took in the setu...

HP372- What? Dragons? Really?

The next morning, the Great Hall was louder than usual. Students huddled in groups, some whispering, others outright gaping at the newspapers in their hands. The Daily Prophet had arrived, and instead of the expected smear campaign against Harry, the headline was something no one could have predicted.

"THE BOY WHO FOUGHT FATE – HARRY POTTER, THE UNWILLING CHAMPION!"

At the Slytherin table, Tracey was already reading aloud, her voice dripping with disbelief.

"Forced into a ...

M96- Burn

The city was too quiet.

New York never went silent unless something big was coming. Even the usual hum of traffic, the distant horns, and the murmur of people had faded. The streets weren’t empty, but people moved differently—heads down, steps quicker, glances sharper. Those who had lived in the city long enough recognized the feeling. The kind of quiet that meant something was about to break.

Atop a rooftop in Hell’s Kitchen, Nero stood with others, watching the skyline. Th...

M95- My World

Nigel stood in the underground lab, his mask on as usual, watching Bruce Banner work. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting shadows on the scattered research notes and monitors displaying biometric readings.

Bruce adjusted his glasses, glancing at the data before looking at Nigel. “It’s stabilizing.”

Nigel didn’t respond immediately, simply observing the readings. Then, after a moment, he nodded. “Good.”

Bruce leaned back against the desk, rubbi...

HP371- Harem?

That was all it took. The conversation, which had been hovering between half-serious bets and outright jokes, veered into dangerous territory. Tracey nearly choked on her pumpkin juice, while Pansy let out a loud, unladylike snort.

Daphne sighed, setting down her fork with exaggerated patience. "Astoria, don’t start."

"But I haven’t even said anything yet," Astoria said innocently, batting her eyelashes. "I’m just pointing out the obvious. Harry’s got all these girls orbit...

HP370- Little Insect

"Thank you all," Dumbledore said, rising from his seat at the judges' table. "You may return to your lessons—though at this hour, heading straight to dinner might be the more practical choice."

Harry stood, ready to leave, when the photographer suddenly jumped up, clearing his throat.

"Photos, Dumbledore, photos!" Bagman said eagerly, rubbing his hands together.

"Yes, let’s start with the group shots," Rita Skeeter added, already angling herself toward Harry. "Then perha...

M94- Villains!

Loki was already pissed.

The fake Tesseract was shattered in his hands, fragments dissolving into nothing. He knew it the moment he grabbed it, but he played along, half-expecting a twist. Now, standing in the middle of an empty warehouse, he clicked his tongue in irritation.

“They really are insufferable,” he muttered.

“Which ones?” came a voice from the shadows.

Loki turned slightly, not surprised. “Take a guess.”

A creature in a combat suit stepped...

HP369- Wands!

Karkaroff, unlike Madame Maxime, didn’t bother improving his students. He made no effort to push them toward the Duelling Club or encourage any additional training. If anything, he seemed content to let Durmstrang’s reputation speak for itself, as if skill came with the name rather than practice. That didn’t stop Krum, though. Nor did it stop a few other Durmstrang students who valued competence over pride. They showed up to the Duelling Club on their own, unwilling to ignore an opportu...

HP368- Joining the Club

The moment Harry stepped into his dormitory, he flicked his wand to lock the door and exhaled. He wasn’t tired, but the politics were exhausting. The way the professors, headmasters, and Ministry officials had circled around the issue without actually doing anything was almost comical. They’d wasted an entire evening pretending they had control when the truth was painfully simple—the Goblet had made its choice, and no amount of arguing would change it.

“Well, Harry,” Nigel’s...

M93- Tricking the Trickster

Nero stood up, looking at his gang. “Alright. We split up. Sofia and Anthony, stay on SHIELD’s network. If anything changes, we need to know immediately. Diego, Maria, you’re with me. Donald, you’re handling Loki.”

When Loki's illusion vanished, so did the rest of the gang, except Donald who sighed in annoyance.

Far away from the base, on top of a rooftop overlooking the street below, Nero and the others watched SHIELD agents move in a controlled rush. They were securing...

M92- Troublesome Brother

Donald walked in, rubbing his forehead like he had a headache he wasn’t willing to deal with. “I think my foolish brother is up to something.”

No one looked particularly surprised.

“Which one?” Sofia asked without looking up from her tablet.

Donald gave her a flat look. “The one who thinks he’s clever.”

“That doesn’t narrow it down,” Diego said, kicking his feet up onto the table.

“The one who talks in riddles when a simple answer would do...

HP367- Bets

As Harry got up, the Slytherins, along with his friends from other houses, stood in a silent, unified gesture and followed him out of the Great Hall. The other students in the room exchanged confused glances, whispering theories as they watched the large group leave together. By the time Harry had reached the Slytherin common room, the atmosphere among his friends had already shifted from tense silence to open curiosity.

The Slytherins and a handful of others settled themselves in vario...

HP366- Do I Need It?

Bagman, mopping his face with a handkerchief, looked uncertainly at Shacklebolt, who stood in the shadows, his expression unreadable. When he spoke, it was with a clipped, authoritative tone. "The rules are clear. Those whose names are drawn by the Goblet are bound to compete. There is no precedent for exceptions."

"Well, Kingsley Shacklebolt knows the rule book back to front," Bagman added hastily, his nervous smile aimed at Karkaroff. "This settles the matter, I’d say." Bagman, beam...

M91- Just What I Needed

The rest of the operation played out exactly as Nero and L had envisioned. Erwin discreetly sent a list of HYDRA agents he wanted eliminated—those whose continued existence served neither HYDRA nor SHIELD. Meanwhile, L focused on tracking the names easy enough to find without raising suspicion.

The execution of the plan was seamless. Most of the individuals on the list were eliminated by “unknown” assassins, thanks to Ezio’s guild, though Fury didn’t need to know that detail. ...

HP365- Hogwarts' Two Champions!

A hush fell over the hall as the flames in the Goblet flared. Sparks flew, and a piece of parchment shot out, floating gracefully into Dumbledore’s waiting hand. He glanced at it briefly before announcing, “The champion for Durmstrang is... Viktor Krum!”

Cheers erupted from the Durmstrang delegation, the applause spreading to the rest of the hall. Krum rose from his seat with a stoic expression, his broad shoulders set as he made his way to the front. Harry noticed the way his hou...

M90- Detective Work

L was sitting in his office, his knees tucked to his chest on the chair as always, a small cup of tea balancing precariously on the desk beside him. Jessica sat a few feet away, hunched over her laptop. She typed rapidly, her brow furrowed as she combed through social media profiles and phone logs. The faint hum of her laptop was the only sound filling the room.

Jessica glanced up briefly. “This guy must be loaded to hire two detectives for this. Usually, people just make a burner Fac...

HP364- Persistent and Stupid

The protections didn’t stop him. With a small twist of his wand, Harry adjusted the flow of magic in the first rune. The faint hum of resistance faded, and he stepped forward, passing through the barrier without any trouble. His lips tugged upward in a faint smirk. "Tight circle, my arse," he muttered under his breath as he approached the Goblet of Fire.

The Goblet’s blue flames licked upward, shifting slightly as if aware of his presence. Harry leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as ...

M89- Hail HYDRA

Erwin noted every step, the tempo, the number of guards. A distinct scent of metallic oil confirmed an elevator descent. When the hood was yanked off, the fluorescent lights revealed a plain interrogation room with no windows. Pierce sat at the head of the long table, his posture stiff, his eyes scrutinizing Erwin like a predator.

Erwin looked around the room, trying to identify the faces. The guards who had escorted him in were stationed at the door, weapons at their sides but not in t...

HP363- The Goblet of Fire!

The rest of the meal passed with curiosity and banter. Students tested the new dishes, some with more enthusiasm than others. Ron was loudly complaining to Neville about “foreign muck” while attempting to dissect a piece of sushi with a fork. Meanwhile, Luna was happily explaining the supposed magical properties of seaweed to anyone who would listen, her voice floating above the hum of conversation.

When the feast ended, Dumbledore stood once again, tapping his goblet lightly to reg...

HP362- Worldwide Feast!

Soon, Dumbledore stood and tapped his goblet gently, the faint chime cutting through the lively chatter in the Great Hall. As the room quieted, all eyes turned toward him. “Welcome, students, to this most exciting year at Hogwarts,” he began, his voice carrying easily to every corner of the Hall. “Tonight, we have the honor of welcoming our esteemed guests from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic and Durmstrang Institute. Please, join me in making them feel at home.”

Polite applause ri...

HP361- Dark Marks

The group’s attention shifted back to the Durmstrang ship as the gangplank lowered with a creak. The delegation began to disembark, led by a tall, broad-shouldered man in fur-lined robes. His beard was thick, his posture commanding, and his expression unreadable as his boots crunched against the snowy ground. Behind him, the Durmstrang students followed in two neat rows, their red robes stark against the gray sky and the dark wood of the ship.

“Here they come,” Daphne murmured, he...

M88- Upping to Date

The Quinjet silently landed on the SHIELD HQ runway, its engines hissing softly as it powered down. Erwin stepped out first, walking alongside Coulson, who couldn’t stop glancing at the figure behind them—Steve Rogers. The man of legend, still visibly disoriented, trailed a step behind. Fury stood waiting, his coat shifting in the light breeze as he sized up the situation.

“You really did it,” Fury said without preamble, his gaze flicking briefly to Erwin before locking onto Rog...

HP360- Riding Emperor Potter

Madame Maxime stepped forward, her expression regal as ever, though there was a slight gleam of approval in her eyes. She inclined her head toward Harry and Dumbledore. “Merci beaucoup,” she said in her deep, commanding voice. “This is most appreciated.”

Dumbledore, always the picture of charm, gave her a polite bow. “Madame Maxime, welcome to Hogwarts. It’s an honor to have you and your students here. I trust your journey was pleasant?”

Madame Maxime gave a graceful...

M87- Cool Masks, No Bureaucracy

Diego crouched down, peering at Rogers. “You think he’s gonna freak out? Waking up in a frozen wasteland surrounded by masked weirdos?”

“Probably,” Maria replied, crossing her arms. “But if you’re planning to be the first face he sees, we’re guaranteeing it.”

“I have a friendly face,” Diego shot back. “You’re just jealous, shut up!"

Diego crouched beside the man, waving a hand in front of his face. “Alright, sleeping beauty. Time to join the party...

HP359- Arrived!

Following days went by in a blur, and weeks melted into a month. The school buzzed with constant chatter, and everywhere you went, the Triwizard Tournament dominated conversations. Anticipation wasn’t just about the tournament itself; there was also the arrival of the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang delegations to look forward to. The notice went up on the common room boards about the upcoming arrivals, sending a fresh ripple of excitement through the students. It wasn’t just Hogwarts pride on...

M86- Captain Popsicle

The group trekked across the icy expanse, their boots crunching softly against the hardened snow. The wind whipped around them, sharp and relentless, but no one broke stride. After a few minutes of walking, Sofia’s wrist device let out a sharp beep. She stopped briefly, scanning the screen.

“Found him. Wow, he’s deep,” she said, tilting the device to get a better look.

“How deep are we talking?” Diego asked, leaning over her shoulder. “Like, dig-a-little-hole deep or...

HP358- That is What Wrackspurts Do!

Susan raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching with amusement. “Skeeter would probably spin your Mental Technique into a story about how you’re building a secret army at Hogwarts.”

Harry let out a dry laugh. “Let her try. I’d love to see her twist that into something believable.”

“You know she will,” Hermione muttered as she took a careful sip of her tea. “She always does. Next thing you know, it’ll be ‘Harry Potter Trains Students to Take Over Ministry,’ with...

M85- Side Quest

Nigel landed smoothly in the arctic despite the biting winds and lack of a proper runway. The jet’s nose dipped slightly as it touched down on a flat expanse of ice, sliding to a gradual stop without any jolts or unnecessary dramatics. A quiet hum of the engines winding down filled the cabin as everyone unbuckled their seatbelts.

“Smooth enough for you, Sofia?” Nigel asked, flipping a few switches before leaning back in the pilot’s seat, clearly pleased with himself.

“I�...

HP357- Flip!

The spell shot toward Harry, but the moment it hit, Moody stumbled back with a sharp cry, clutching his head. He staggered a step, his wooden leg scraping noisily against the stone floor. Blood trickled from his nose as his magical eye whirled violently before stopping altogether.

“Merlin’s beard!” someone whispered from the back.

The room went silent. All eyes were locked on Moody, who straightened with difficulty, wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand. H...