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

Hearing Wolverine's concerns, George didn't seem worried but instead smiled slightly.

Since Wolverine was already thinking along those lines, it meant George had guessed correctly—Wolverine was all bark and no bite. Deep down, he still wanted to help.

"Tony Stark's character is something we can judge only after meeting him.

If he turns out to be untrustworthy, you can still secure a generous reward for your efforts and leave. With the money, you can take the Professor and live the life you want without being involved with us any further.

What do you think?"

"I need some time to think."

Wolverine pulled out a bottle of liquor from his car, took a long swig, and closed his eyes to ponder. After a while, he finally replied, "Fine, I'll help you. But on one condition—don't bring the Professor along.

The Professor's condition is worse than you think. He can't actively control his powers. If his presence in New York causes panic, it will only lead to bigger problems!"

"No problem."

George considered it and nodded.

He had been so focused on leveraging Professor X's powers that he overlooked the potential consequences of the Professor—a living "weapon of mass destruction"—entering New York. It could even draw the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Perhaps it was better not to involve him. Worst case, they could interrogate Obadiah Stane with extreme measures. George was confident the man would spill everything about Tony Stark under the right circumstances.

It might actually be for the best. After all, Professor X's mobility issues would only slow them down. With just him and Wolverine, they could act more efficiently.

"Let's get moving, then. Those gang members fired shots earlier, so the police will probably arrive soon," Gabriela reminded, her eyes lingering on the bodies of the gang members scattered on the ground.

Wolverine crouched again to fix the car's wheels.

"Don't worry. If there were gunshots, those cops won't show up anytime soon."

"Well, they're certainly diligent," Gabriela muttered sarcastically.

Meanwhile, George squatted down and started gesturing with his hands:

"Restore to original!"

The spell took effect, and the car's wheels, previously removed, were instantly restored to their proper places.

Wolverine raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Looks like you've got more than just the Professor's and Magneto's genes in you."

George shrugged with a grin. "Honestly, I don't even know how many different genes they put into me."

"That reminds me of an old friend," Wolverine mused, his voice tinged with melancholy. "They fused a lot of mutant genes into him too—and even sewed his mouth shut.

But… they're all gone now."

"Friends come and go. Old ones leave, new ones arrive. Life goes on—you don't need to be so pessimistic," George replied casually.

Privately, George had questions about Wolverine's experiences. Did he remember both timelines from Days of Future Past? Or did this universe not even have two separate timelines?

In Days of Future Past, altering the past changed the present. But in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, changing the past only created a new branch in the timeline without affecting the current one.

Still, this wasn't the time to ask. He would wait until they were more familiar with each other.

Wolverine gave George a curious look. "Maybe you really do have some of the Professor's genes in you."

Once the car was fixed, Wolverine drove the long luxury vehicle ahead while Isa followed with the truck carrying George and the children. They made their way toward the border.

Due to the Professor's condition, Wolverine had hidden him in a remote area near the border.

"This place used to be a factory owned by a multinational smelting company based in Shanghai. They abandoned it because of the poor security situation. Normally, no one comes here," Wolverine explained as they stopped outside an abandoned factory.

Because El Paso was so close to Mexico, many Mexicans crossed the border illegally, and the area's lawlessness provided the cover they needed.

Hiding in a more secure city wouldn't have been possible.

"Logan, who are they?"

A man wrapped in a scarf and hat, with only his eyes visible, cautiously emerged from the factory. He eyed George and the children with suspicion.

"Caliban, these kids are mutants. Let's head inside, and I'll explain everything," Wolverine said, waving him in.

George glanced at the man and quickly recalled his information.

Caliban—a mutant with the ability to track others of his kind. Once a black-market dealer, he profited from selling information on mutant locations. At one point, he even helped a genetic company hunt down mutants for money.

Later, Caliban developed albinism, could no longer tolerate sunlight, and began repenting for his crimes. He eventually started helping Wolverine and Professor X stay hidden.

In the end, he sacrificed himself to protect them, detonating grenades to kill enemies.

For now, he was trustworthy.

"No wonder… no wonder he kept saying he was communicating with others and that there were still mutants out there," Caliban muttered, frowning as Wolverine explained. "But Logan, are you sure about this? It's dangerous."

Caliban felt sympathy for the mutant children but was more concerned about Wolverine's safety.

There were only three of them left from the old generation of mutants. Over the years, Caliban had come to see Wolverine and Professor X as family.

"George is right. This might be the only way to truly help the Professor. You know as well as I do that water tank won't hold him forever. We need money, better equipment, and medicine to treat him.

Besides, I don't trust the Canadian government to care for those kids. Human governments are all the same—none of them can be trusted," Wolverine said, handing Caliban a bag of medicine and a card.

"These meds will last the Professor a month. That card has all the money I've saved up over the years. I planned to buy a yacht and take you and the Professor to live at sea.

If something happens to me and I don't come back, I'll leave him in your hands."

"Fine. I know I can't stop you. But I'll tell you this—if you don't come back, I'm not staying to take care of that stubborn old man. I'll take the money and leave," Caliban replied, after a moment of silence.

Wolverine chuckled. "No, you won't. Otherwise, you wouldn't have given up all your savings back then to help us."

Caliban sighed and handed Wolverine a bottle of medication from the bag. "Your turn to give him his meds. I've been at it all night."