Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Inside the Magical Suitcase.

"Can you do magic too?"

Gu! Gu!

Sunny, hearing the boy's voice, glanced up briefly before resuming his feast on the fish in front of him, utterly uninterested in distractions. This was, after all, his moment to savor good food.

"Are you Professor Lockhart's pet?" Pietro persisted, picking up on the bird's apparent disinterest but undeterred by it.

Curiosity and excitement lit up his face. This small bird wasn't just cute; it was magical. To Pietro, the combination was thrilling beyond words.

Gu! Gu! Sunny gave a quick, dismissive chirp, as if offering a reluctant "yes," then turned away, showing Pietro his tail feathers as he continued to peck at his meal—a clear sign that he wanted no further interruptions.

Wanda couldn't help but chuckle at her brother's crestfallen, slightly embarrassed expression. "My poor brother," she murmured with a laugh.

Without missing a beat, she took a plate of grilled fish from the table, setting it close to Sunny. "Here you go—grilled fish. This one's really good," she offered in a soft voice.

Gu! Gu! Sunny perked up, clearly charmed by the aroma of the grilled fish. He chirped appreciatively, giving Wanda's hand an affectionate nudge before diving into the new dish with gusto.

Sunny's reaction sparked a realization in Pietro, and he moved quickly to the table, imitating Wanda's gesture. He grabbed the closest plate he could find—fried chicken legs—and set it before the little bird.

Snap!

Sunny gave the chicken legs a withering glance, flapping his wings as a faint aura of magic surrounded the plate. With a slight shimmer, the plate flew back to the table with a distinct thud.

If anything was clear, it was this: Sunny was unimpressed.

The gesture seemed to convey a simple, indignant thought: How dare you offer me chicken legs? A bird, eating another bird's leg? That's downright barbaric.

Pietro, sensing the displeasure in Sunny's reaction, looked genuinely puzzled, even a little wounded. Why had his sister's offer been accepted, yet his met with such disdain? After all, wasn't a plate of chicken legs a rare treat?

Wanda shook her head with a smile. "Pietro, he's a bird," she reminded him, barely stifling her laughter.

Realization dawned on Pietro, and his face turned an embarrassed shade of pink. "Alright, that was…not my best idea," he admitted, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. Returning to the table, he resumed eating, seemingly determined to move past his blunder. He sank his teeth into a tender shrimp, savoring its flavor alongside the crisp vegetables and juicy chicken.

Lost in the comfort of good food, Pietro soon forgot his embarrassment. After all, a well-cooked meal had a way of soothing even the worst of mistakes, especially for someone who rarely enjoyed such luxuries. For Pietro, a delicious meal was nothing short of paradise.

Wanda, on the other hand, was more contemplative as she watched Sunny. This bird wasn't just charming and well-fed; he was clever, even magical. His movements revealed a mind as sharp as any wizard's pet.

Intrigued, Wanda leaned closer. "So, little one, what do you think of Professor Lockhart?"

Gu! Gu! Sunny chirped indignantly, as if to say, He's not so great. He makes me work way too hard!

Wanda seemed to understand, giving a slight nod. "Well, I think Professor Lockhart's a good person," she offered, half to herself and half to Sunny.

Sunny let out a grumpy chirp in reply. Good person? Not likely! He limits my food every single day, he seemed to complain.

Wanda continued, her voice thoughtful. "It's probably a good thing that Professor Lockhart came to find us. Right?"

Sunny's response was less enthusiastic. Unclear. If it's a 'good thing,' he's certainly convinced of it. He chirped as if resigned, memories flooding back of Lockhart's persuasive ways. The professor was cunning; he'd even managed to trick him into signing a contract, promising him freedom in exchange for training in space magic. But instead? He was running errands constantly.

Better not think about it, he decided with a huff, or I'll just get more annoyed.

Sunny's agitation didn't go unnoticed by Wanda, who watched him shift from thoughtfulness to frustrated resignation before returning to his food with new determination. This creature has his own story, Wanda mused, sensing a depth to his character but unable to discern his true thoughts.

Pleased with her brief observations, Wanda resumed her meal, joining Pietro as they enjoyed the rare pleasure of fine food. Biting into a piece of tender, flavorful meat, she felt a surge of joy. It had been six long years since she'd had a meal without worry or fear, and now, surrounded by good food, she felt a sense of warmth she had almost forgotten.

Sunny, unwilling to let a moment of indulgence slip by, flapped his wings occasionally to summon more food to his side, creating a scene of quiet contentment.

Unbeknownst to them, Lockhart stood at the door, watching the trio with a hint of amusement and perhaps even pity in his eyes. He knew the hardships Wanda and Pietro had faced, and he chose to let them continue their feast undisturbed.

After a while, Sunny's instincts alerted him to his master's presence. Glancing up, he shot Lockhart a sheepish grin before swiftly hiding his plate with a spark of blue light, teleporting it to an unknown spot.

Lockhart shook his head, a wry smile on his face. So this is what he's using space magic for—hiding food.

Before Lockhart could comment, Wanda turned and spotted him. She quickly stood up, tugging on Pietro's sleeve to do the same. "Hello, Professor Lockhart," she greeted him with polite caution.

"Hello, Professor. Thank you for saving us," Pietro added, a trace of reluctance as he eyed the unfinished food on the table.

"Sit down, both of you," Lockhart said, motioning for them to continue. "Enjoy the food. There's plenty more if you want."

"No, thank you," Wanda replied with a shy smile. "We've eaten well."

After a pause, she gathered her courage and asked, "Professor Lockhart, Mr. Coulson said you were looking for us. Is there something we need to do?"

Lockhart picked up on the underlying tone of her question and replied kindly, "Wanda, I recently discovered through a divination that you have extraordinary potential for magic—a true natural talent. That's why I sought you out. Wanda, would you like to become my student?"

Wanda and Pietro were both speechless, excitement and disbelief mingling on their faces. Wanda recovered first, her voice thick with anticipation. "What about my brother? Can Pietro learn magic, too?"

Lockhart's face softened, though he shook his head. "I assessed Pietro's potential when we first met, and I'm afraid his aptitude for magic is…average. He's not suited for it."

Though disappointed, Wanda listened closely. Lockhart had sensed raw, untamed traces of chaos magic within her—a power that could transform even the ordinary into the extraordinary.

Reading Wanda's expression, Lockhart continued, "However, while Pietro may not be able to wield magic, I'll help him awaken a unique ability of his own."

Lockhart intended to nudge Pietro's natural potential toward super-speed, aligning with the future he had glimpsed in the original timeline. It wasn't a disruption of events but a cautious enhancement, preserving the story's arc while providing Pietro with abilities to protect himself.

Wanda's face lit up, and she grabbed her brother's arm in excitement. "Thank you, Professor Lockhart! Thank you for everything."

Lockhart nodded, then addressed Wanda directly. "So, Wanda, do you accept? Will you be my student?"

"Absolutely, Professor Lockhart. It would be an honor."

Sokovia—Hydra Underground Base.

The walls gleamed in cold silver under harsh lighting as Strucker knelt before Lockhart, his voice filled with remorse. "Master, Madam Hydra has evacuated with the high-value personnel. We have captured only researchers and low-level soldiers. I beg your pardon for my failure."

Seated calmly, Lockhart regarded Strucker with a faint smile. "Don't worry, Strucker. They can't evade me forever. Hydra will understand the power of magic soon enough, and they'll regret crossing me."

Strucker's eyes gleamed with fierce devotion. "Indeed, Master. Those who oppose you are nothing but insects, destined to fall."

"Good. Now, continue the work I assigned you," Lockhart commanded. "Root out every Hydra base, capture those who resist, and gather the resources we need. Let them feel true despair."

Strucker, his voice unwavering, replied, "Your will is my command, Master. I shall fulfill it with my life."

Canada—Hydra Base.

Around a massive circular table, Hydra's leaders exchanged furious glances, anger etched into their faces.

"Pierce, your actions could cost us dearly," one snapped.

"Yes! Five bases have been compromised. How will you make amends?" another demanded.

Unfazed by the outcry, Pierce waited until silence fell before speaking. "This isn't the time to assign blame. We face Hydra's greatest crisis. According to our intel, the wizard professor has powerful magic—tracking, curses, soul control…"

A chill settled over the table as the leaders absorbed the news, each realizing that they were as vulnerable as Strucker had been.

Pierce continued, his voice grim. "Lockhart has dismantled our defenses. If we fall into his hands, enslavement awaits us all. I don't think anyone here would enjoy that fate."

Silence descended. Experts in brainwashing, the Hydra leaders recoiled at the idea of being on the receiving end of such manipulation.

Pierce seized the moment. "Lockhart must be stopped. We have little time. Madam Hydra, didn't you mention a Dark Sorcerer? Those who would join our cause against this wizard?"

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