Chapter 230 Bruce's Owl Journey At the Hall house, Bruce is having breakfast. Since being selected by ., the children have been basically in a semi-free-range state. The Hall couple no longer take care of them and are only responsible for their daily life. Pietro was the happiest about this. Except for studying, he was interested in all other activities at school. In order to discipline her younger brother, Wanda is basically inseparable from him. Considering the previous declaration of breaking off friendship between Wanda and Bruce, Bruce is now back to being alone. However, this statement is somewhat inaccurate. At least he still had Katoom. …… "Here, try the pickle sandwich!"
Katum flew onto the dining table with a plate on his head. He lowered his head and put the plate down, which contained two sandwiches. Bruce picked one up and noticed that Katoom was just looking at it, with no intention of moving his mouth. "Don't you want to eat?" he asked. "No, I'm not hungry." Katum shook his head. "Parents usually save the delicious food for their children, don't they?" "I've never seen you like this before." Bruce thought that he and Katoom had eaten sandwiches together last week, and Katoom had eaten seven that day. Forget it, leave him alone. Bruce took a bite of the sandwich in his hand, chewed it for a few times, and put it on the table with an expressionless face. "The taste is a bit strange, the pickled cucumbers are sour and bitter." He asked Katoom, "It tasted great last week, why don't you continue to buy it from that store?" “You need to get your palate checked,” Katoom said. “This is the sandwich from last week.” Hearing this, all the doubts in Bruce's mind were resolved. Your grandma’s. No wonder you don't eat it. But fortunately, he was careful and did not swallow it. "Pooh--" Bruce spat what was in his mouth into the trash can, then smacked his lips a few times. The bitter taste was still very strong. "you--" "Okay, let's talk business."
Katum immediately changed the subject. He threw the remaining sandwiches into the trash first; they had completed their final mission. "Tony Stark has been making some moves lately." Owl said, "He seems to have been trying various methods to return to the totem space and see me again." "Is it possible for him to do that?" "no way." Katum shook his head. "And Stark seems determined to use scientific methods to achieve the effects of magic." "Maybe he can actually try it out." Bruce said casually. "Then I wish him success." Katoom said, "Speaking of which, would you like to come with me to see what Stark Group has accomplished? In fact, he has already started making Iron Man armor. Isn't this a good opportunity to update the Hellbat armor?" "That's a good idea, but I have a question." Bruce said, "What identity should I go in? You yourself said that the manufacturing process of Iron Man's suit is Tony Stark's secret." "Don't worry, I've already thought of it for you!" Katoom said cheerfully. Hearing this answer, Bruce suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. "what are you up to?" "Don't worry, it won't hurt!" Katoom didn't give Bruce any time to react. He stretched out his wings and pointed at Batboy, and Bruce heard a bang. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his perspective had changed. Katoom was still standing on the table, in front of him, but at this moment, when Bruce looked at him, he needed to look up. "I've finally waited for this day." Katum pretended to wipe away her tears, looking like a mother who saw her child grow up. "Bruce, you're finally like me!" Just like you? Bruce's mind was startled, and he lowered his head and looked at his hands. There are no hands anymore. What he saw was a pair of wings, extremely flexible, just like Katoom's wings. "What have you turned me into!?" Bruce yelled, flapped his wings subconsciously, and then the whole person, or the whole bird, flew up.
He flew to the bathroom and looked into the mirror on the sink. In the mirror, there was no longer the handsome young Bruce Wayne, only a little owl that looked exactly like Katoom - at least as it had when he was still very thin. At this time, Katum flew over closely and looked at the mirror, a little confused. "really weird." He said, "Why do you look so small after you become an owl? You are at least two sizes smaller than me." "Maybe you're too fat?" Bruce said bitterly. "I'm not fat at all, you're just too thin." Katum patted Bruce on the shoulder and said, "Eat more next time! Don't be picky about food. Keep growing!" …… It’s not like Bruce hasn’t thought about turning into an animal. He’s been training to become an Animagus. But he swore that he had never thought of turning into an owl. Ugly and unsightly. If I were to change, I should turn into a bat. "Okay, stop being awkward, you look very handsome now!" Katoom looked down at Bruce, rubbing his current ear tufts, just as he used to rub Bruce's hair. "Being a noble owl is a blessing you earned in your previous life." "Keep this blessing for yourself." Bruce brushed aside Katoom's wings and flew to the other side of the living room. Since he turned into an owl, he learned to fly without any instruction. "I'm not lying to you, he's really handsome. I made him look like me, how could he not be handsome?" Katum flew over again, "If you don't believe me, ask Harley. She thinks you're handsome, too!" "Ouch!" The little Sky Comet Dragon, which had not been seen for a long time, poked its head out from the small leather bag on Katum's chest. She nodded vigorously, agreeing with Katum's point of view. Ever since coming to the Marvel world and losing her super speed, Harley has locked herself in a small leather bag and is unwilling to go out. But now, in order to encourage Bruce, she was willing to stick her head out of the small leather bag. For this behavior, Batboy has to give her face. "This is the last time!"
Bruce gritted his teeth and said, "Next time you turn me into an owl without my consent, I will turn you into a bat!" "no problem!" Katoom grinned, balled his wings into a fist, and held it out to Bruce. Batboy was reluctant, so he also stretched out his fist and bumped it with Katum's. This quarrel is over. "In fact, I have to remind you something." At this time, Katum said in a mean way, "You haven't mastered the art of transfiguration yet. It's basically impossible for you to turn me into another animal." "Just wait and see." Bruce had no interest in continuing to argue with Katum on this topic. In fact, he was thinking of a very strange idea. Transfiguration can turn people into animals, and it is not difficult. When Bruce gave the Harry Potter books to Fury, he read them himself. At least in the books, there have been operations such as Mad-Eye Moody turning Malfoy into a ferret, and Hagrid making Harry's cousin Dudley grow a pig's tail. Dumbledore also said that many professors can easily turn others into animals. but-- Bruce thought, isn't Animagus also a kind of magic that can transform you into an animal? Why is it so difficult? To train, one has to brew potions, collect moonlight, and practice in storms, a process that could take several months. Obviously, it could be solved by just waving the wand, pointing it at himself, and chanting a Transfiguration spell. But no one does that. why? Bruce couldn't figure out why. He just vaguely felt that the Animagus training process did not seem like a proper magic training, but rather like some special ceremony. The more he thought about it, the more curious Bruce became. What would happen if you really used Transfiguration on yourself? I have to find an opportunity some other time to trick Katum into doing an experiment. "What are you thinking?" Suddenly, Katum interrupted Bruce's thoughts and looked at Batboy with suspicion. "I feel like you're up to no good." "I didn't," Bruce argued. “You did,” Katoom said. “You were laughing.” "I just realized that turning into an owl is also a very interesting thing."
Bruce changed the subject and said, "Okay, let's get back to Stark. How are we going to meet him?" "It's simple. Stark will hold a mysterious gathering tonight. We just need to fly over there." Katum said, "We appear before him, and you will be my interpreter and relay my words to him." "How do I relay this?" Bruce asked in confusion, "After I turned into an owl, I couldn't speak human language." "You have Diana's powers, so why can't you speak human language?" Katum shook his head and said sarcastically, "You are a person who only thinks about yourself." …… It's getting late. As the world's largest city that never sleeps, New York never rests. At this time, the party hosted by Tony Stark had just begun. Pepper, Tony's personal secretary, has never really approved of what Tony is doing. "Tony, tell me the truth." Before entering the party, Pepper pulled Tony to a corner and asked seriously - "What on earth happened to you in the Middle East? It had such a big impact on you!" Pepper looked at the guests who kept entering the party venue, with disgust on her face completely undisguised. Those are not serious people. Some were wearing black robes embroidered with strange symbols, with wide hoods half covering their faces; others were wearing loose clothes with colorful but chaotic patterns, with all kinds of crystal, bone and other pendants hanging around their necks, which jingled with every step they took. They claim to have magic powers, but I can assure you that they are just a bunch of charlatans and charlatans. Tony had nothing to say about Pepper's questioning. He could only keep repeating the same thing. "I'll explain it to you later, just trust me, I'm not crazy!" After saying that, he pushed open the half-open door and walked in. A scent of incense and old paper wafted into the air. The lights in the party room were dim, and the flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the walls. Tony's guests sat around a huge round table filled with strange things - Tarot cards were scattered randomly, a few old parchment scrolls were half-unrolled with incomprehensible astrological charts drawn on them, and there were a few crystal balls that seemed to hide endless secrets under the candlelight. One of them was waving a magic wand and muttering something, as if he was casting some mysterious spell. Everyone around him was looking at him solemnly, as if this ceremony was very unusual. Seeing this scene, Tony's temples couldn't help but buzz. "Pepper is right."
He thought to himself, “Maybe I’m really crazy.” These people are all liars, how could Tony not see that? Someone once said that Tony Stark is the smartest, most charming and most rational billionaire in the world today. Later, after Bruce verified, it was Tony himself who said this. "I knew there was something fishy going on!" Bruce later said. "If this statement doesn't describe me, it means nothing!" Tony can only compete to be the second smartest. Back to the present, no matter what, Tony Stark would not really be fooled by a group of charlatans. He was just thinking, maybe if he kept in touch with these people, what if he could meet a real one one day? Blind Iron Man will always encounter a dead owl, right? "Let me test you first." Tony looked at the group of charlatans who were performing an immersive show and thought to himself, "See if you know what owls represent in the wizarding world!" There are rewards for correct answers and penalties for incorrect answers. With this in mind, Tony joined the rally. …… Two hours later, Tony rubbed his forehead and walked out of the room tiredly. "I wasted two important hours of my life." He sighed in his heart, "I have tried it so many times, is this method really not going to work?" Tony was thinking, and then he saw Pepper standing in front of him, as if she had been waiting for him. Her whole body was shaking, her expression was still terrified, and there was even a hint of fear in her eyes when she looked at Tony. This was an unprecedented situation! Tony was stunned. Pepper has always been disappointed in herself, how could she be afraid of herself? ! "Pepper, what's wrong!" Tony quickly stepped forward, held Pepper's shoulders, and asked gently, "What happened? Don't be afraid, I'm here!" "I know what you are doing with these charlatans..." There was a sobbing tone in Little Pepper's voice, "Did you offend some unclean creature? Now they are following you home!" "What?" Tony didn't quite understand. "owl!" Pepper squeaked, "There are two owls waiting for you in the studio, and one of them can speak human language!" She kept scratching her arm, as if she was also entangled in the dirt.
Hearing these words, Tony's pupils shrank instantly. coming! The owl he had been looking for for so long now came to him! "Don't worry, I'll take care of it, I'll take care of it!" Tony let Pepper go to rest first, then he stumbled and ran towards the studio. From a distance, he could see that the studio was brightly lit. After opening the door, Tony first saw the back of a chair, and then the chair turned around. An owl in a suit and tie was sitting in his office chair with a small cigar between his wings. There was also a smaller owl standing on the handrail, with an impatient expression, as if someone owed him money. The moment the owl in a suit saw Tony, a smile appeared on his face. Tony knew that birds' faces couldn't make the same expressions as humans. But he could have sworn that the owl was smiling. Not only was he laughing, he also saw the owl open its mouth and say - "Cuckoo!" (End of this chapter)