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

Five days later, at the Gene Modification Research Facility in Mexico City:

Zander Rice burst into laughter as he admired X-24, the young version of Wolverine he had cloned using Logan's genes.

"Finally! I've done it! A Wolverine who obeys my every command. The world will soon kneel before me."

His father, Dale Rice, had been one of the scientists responsible for grafting Adamantium onto Logan's skeleton but was killed during Logan's escape from the lab.

From that moment, Zander vowed to eliminate all uncontrollable, dangerous mutants and create an army of obedient mutant soldiers.

Eventually, he founded Alkali Genetics, using the food and beverage companies under his control to distribute the M43 virus on a massive scale.

This virus didn't harm humans but suppressed the abilities of existing mutants and eradicated genetic mutations in human offspring.

After more than twenty years of effort, no new mutants had been born into the world.

"Donald, deal with those experimental subjects who refuse to comply," Rice ordered a man whose right arm had been replaced with a mechanical limb.

Rice had initially planned to use the mutant genes collected in earlier experiments to create surrogate-born mutant children in Mexico, to sell as living weapons.

But over time, it became clear that these children developed their own willpower as they grew and could not be entirely controlled.

Now that he had perfected the cloning of obedient mutants, he saw no need to waste resources on these "failures."

"What about Subject 757?" Donald asked.

After a brief hesitation, Rice nodded.

"Dispose of him too. Now that cloning is stable, we can produce a legion of Wolverines. Perhaps even duplicate Professor X and Magneto. Inferior experiments are unnecessary."

"Understood," Donald replied, drawing his handgun as he left the lab.

In his room, George was practicing wandless spellcasting when he glanced at the clock on the wall. His expression grew serious.

'Something's wrong. It's starting, isn't it?'

At this hour, someone should've arrived to take him to training.

'Looks like the time has come.'

The door suddenly opened, and two familiar figures entered.

The leader was his usual trainer.

"I told you this guy's a waste of time. We've been training him for weeks, and it's all for nothing. Now we just have to clean up the mess."

The trainer shot a look of disdain at George before ordering his subordinate, who was holding a submachine gun:

"Finish him off and dump the body in the incinerator with the other garbage."

"Yes, Captain."

The subordinate raised his gun, chambered a round, and aimed it at George.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger, he heard Subject 757 mutter something incomprehensible: "Alohomora!"

With a click, the inhibitor collar around George's neck fell off.

Before the guard could react, he felt a sharp pain in his throat, and his consciousness faded.

The moment the two entered, George had started casting spells subtly. Unaware of his intent, they hadn't taken his small movements seriously.

With his inhibitor disabled, George unleashed his magnetic powers. A knife he had strategically placed by the door flew straight at the guard, slashing his throat and neutralizing the immediate threat.

The captain drew his knife, deflecting an attack from another knife that had flown at him from behind. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

'How is this happening?'

If he hadn't reacted in time, he would've met the same fate as his subordinate.

"You were hiding your abilities?"

The captain was stunned. Subject 757's usual display of power was far weaker. The speed and force of the flying knife were now overwhelming, leaving his hand aching from the deflection.

"Dead men don't need answers."

George destroyed the surveillance camera in the room with a flick of his wrist and intensified his assault.

His hidden capabilities, enhanced unexpectedly by his wizard bloodline, now overwhelmed his usual limitations.

The captain, outmatched, could only defend himself, hoping reinforcements would arrive.

'Time is precious. No delays,' George thought.

"Accio gun!"

The submachine gun lying beside the dead guard flew into George's hands.

"Goodbye, Captain."

Without hesitation, George pulled the trigger.

Ratatatatata!

"God...!"

The captain's eyes widened in terror, but his words were cut short as the bullets tore through him.

George retrieved his knife and took the captain's weapon as well. Armed with the submachine gun, he left his room, moving stealthily toward the facility's exit.

Using his powers, he destroyed surveillance cameras and took down guards. Soon, he heard gunfire and screams echoing through the facility.

It was clear that the order to eliminate all the mutant children had caused chaos.

'Perfect timing,' George thought.

He had waited for this moment to escape. If he had tried to flee earlier, the facility's surveillance and armed guards would've stopped him within minutes.

Amidst the widespread chaos, his chances of survival and escape were far higher.