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

"Actually, even if you hadn't mentioned it, I already had the same thought.

If it were the past, the Professor would never have agreed to let the kids face combat so early. But now, he would be more than willing for them to gain the ability to protect themselves," Wolverine replied without hesitation.

In the old days, the Xavier Institute's philosophy was clear: students were there to learn to control their abilities and acquire knowledge, not to prepare for battle. Decisions about careers and futures were left entirely to the students once they became adults. Only those who chose to stay as X-Men would undergo combat training.

But times had changed. To survive in this harsh reality, even children needed to develop their powers and learn to fight for self-defense.

"If every kid here had the strength of X-23 and teamed up, they wouldn't need to fear the Company's assassins," Wolverine added.

"Great, then let's get some rest!"

After thoroughly inspecting the two floors of the underground base, George and Wolverine went back to their rooms to finally get some much-needed sleep. The past few days of relentless travel had left them exhausted, and this was the first opportunity to sleep peacefully.

Four days later.

George had been alternating between gathering intelligence in the Bronx during the day and delving into magical research in the evenings. At night, his focus shifted to his activities in the Harry Potter world, where his doppelgänger kept busy.

While George's primary body was occupied in the Marvel world, his doppelgänger wasn't idle either. Apart from occasionally entertaining visits from Tonks and her colleagues who dropped by for meals, he spent most of his time studying magical theory and practicing new spells.

Today, however, was different. It was September 1st—the day he was to head to Hogwarts for school.

"Paige, let's go!"

Placing a cage containing a massive owl into his cart and locking up his shop, George pushed a luggage-laden trolley out of Knockturn Alley.

"Paige" was the name he'd given his owl. She was a voracious eater, and if not for the inheritance he'd received from the old wizard, he might not have been able to afford to keep such a large pet. Despite her appetite, Paige was remarkably useful.

Over the past few days, George had sold off all the potions and herbs he didn't need, offering steep discounts to clear his stock. The wizards who frequented his shop were a tough crowd, and without Paige perched ominously on a beam, glaring at visitors, some might have tried underhanded tricks—like Confundus Charms to get him to give away expensive potions for free.

Navigating his towering trolley, George left Knockturn Alley, crossed Diagon Alley, and stopped in front of an ordinary-looking red brick wall.

Drawing his wand, he tapped a few specific bricks, causing the wall to quiver. Moments later, a wide archway appeared, granting him access to the Leaky Cauldron—a famous wizarding pub that served as both an inn and restaurant.

After greeting Tom, the pub's owner, George didn't linger. Instead, he exited onto a Muggle street and stood by the roadside, waiting.

Initially, George had planned to take the Muggle subway to King's Cross Station. However, during one of Tonks' recent visits, she insisted on driving him there instead.

After about ten minutes, an old, dark green car pulled up beside him.

"Hey, George! You're ten minutes early!" Tonks called out as she hopped out of the passenger seat.

George grinned. "I like being early—it keeps things organized."

"That's a good habit. Too bad I've never managed to develop it," Tonks replied with a laugh as she helped load his luggage into the car's trunk.

"An Undetectable Extension Charm?" George asked, surprised as he watched her effortlessly fit all his luggage, including Paige, into the small trunk.

The charm was a magical spell that expanded interior spaces. Skilled wizards could use it to create enormous spaces inside small objects. Newt Scamander, for instance, famously had a suitcase that held an entire world of magical creatures.

However, the Ministry of Magic strictly prohibited private use of the charm, limiting it to approved public items, like the magical tents used during the Quidditch World Cup. Of course, that didn't stop most wizards from secretly using it for convenience.

"Relax, this car is an official Auror vehicle from the Ministry of Magic. The modification is perfectly legal," Tonks said with a wink.

"Impressive!" George gave her a thumbs-up.

Although Tonks appeared to be a 19-year-old big sister to George's 11-year-old self, his actual mental age was well into his thirties, making him far more mature than she realized.

"Good morning, George!" greeted a young wizard in a bright green velvet suit, sitting in the driver's seat.

"Morning, Aldo. Don't worry, you'll still get to enjoy my cooking during the holidays," George joked.

Aldo was one of Tonks' colleagues, a fellow Auror-in-training who had developed a taste for George's cooking. George also suspected Aldo had a crush on Tonks, though she seemed oblivious, treating him more like a brother.

"Don't listen to him! Focus on your studies at Hogwarts—it's a fantastic school," Tonks said, smacking Aldo lightly on the back of the head before turning to George.

Unfazed, Aldo started the car, and they headed toward King's Cross Station.