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

While Coulson went to report the situation via phone, Tony headed to his workshop to remove his Iron Man suit and asked George: "When are we making our move?"

"If possible, tomorrow," George replied.

Since they had decided to go on the offensive, the sooner, the better.

"Alright. I'll spend tonight upgrading the suit with some new weapons."

Tony nodded. The press conference was still a few days away, so he had time. Watching Wolverine fight with his claws earlier gave him an idea: he planned to add a set of alloy claws to his suit to assist in close combat.

Additionally, he thought of incorporating a neural shock module, which could paralyze opponents like Wolverine, whose mutant abilities rendered conventional weapons ineffective.

Meanwhile, after finishing his report, Coulson was checking his handgun and spare magazines. But as he inspected them, something felt off—none of the bullets in his magazines were missing, not even the spares.

"What... What's going on?"

It made sense that he hadn't fired a shot during the skirmish at the mansion, but what about before that? He'd supposedly dealt with a significant number of enemies on his own.

As a seasoned agent, his instincts told him that something about the earlier battle wasn't right.

Returning to the mansion, Coulson found that George was no longer there. To avoid raising suspicion, he refrained from asking questions but resolved to investigate further later.

The next day, the X-Jet hovered invisibly above Tony's mansion once again. This time, besides Wolverine, George had also brought Caliban.

George suspected that Rice's headquarters might house newly replicated mutants. By bringing Caliban along, they could assess the number of mutants present and mentally prepare.

"This old jet has quite the capabilities, even featuring a stealth function. Looks like you had some skilled tech guys in the X-Men back in the day," Tony remarked, flying into the jet in his Iron Man suit.

Removing his helmet, he examined the surroundings with admiration. Whoever had invented such an advanced jet at the time was undoubtedly a genius.

Unlike superpowered individuals like George and Wolverine, whose strength didn't particularly impress him, Tony held great respect for those who excelled in technological innovation.

He even considered adding stealth capabilities to his suit in the future but quickly dismissed the idea. It didn't fit his style—what was the point of stealth if no one could admire his work?

"He was called Beast. A very smart guy," Wolverine replied, a hint of nostalgia crossing his face.

At that moment, George approached and introduced Caliban before discussing their strategy.

"I suspect Rice may have cloned Magneto. Until we know the strength of the clone, the two of you should hold back to avoid being targeted. I'll take the lead, and you'll provide support."

Both Tony's Iron Man suit and Wolverine's adamantium skeleton were vulnerable to Magneto's powers. If there was a Magneto clone, George needed to prioritize taking him out to ensure the others could fight effectively.

"I considered that possibility last night, so I equipped my suit with special non-metallic bullets for long-range sniping support. I also have a plan," Tony said.

While willing to help, Tony wasn't one to take orders in battle. He already had his own ideas for how things should proceed.

After hearing Tony's strategy, George didn't object. He simply offered a few suggestions to address some gaps in the plan, as Tony wasn't privy to all the information.

George was a magician, not a strategist. If Tony's plan seemed better and likely to achieve their goal, George had no reason to refuse.

For George, achieving their objective mattered more than who devised the plan. He wasn't one for personal glory or showing off unless it served a specific purpose.

"If you're okay with it, then let's go with your plan. By the way, where's their base located?" Tony asked, clearly pleased his plan was accepted. He saw himself as the team's brain.

But his expression froze when George responded:

"I don't know yet."

"What? We're about to head out, and you're telling me you don't know where the enemy is?" Tony stared at George in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I don't know right now, but I'll know soon. I have a tracking ability," George said, taking the copilot seat in the jet and casting a tracking spell.

"Reveal the direction!"

As the spell completed, a golden arrow made of powder appeared in front of George, pointing the way.

Following the arrow's direction, lsa adjusted the X-Jet's course and accelerated.

Tony watched the golden arrow in front of George and couldn't help but comment:

"Do all mutants have so many abilities?"

In his understanding, most mutants only awakened one ability. Even having two was rare. But George had displayed five or six so far.

"He's an exception. Besides one guy whose mouth got sewn shut, I've never seen another mutant with so many powers," Wolverine replied, shrugging. Sometimes he wondered if Dr. Rice had somehow merged the abilities of every mutant in history into George's body.

Meanwhile, a helicopter descended onto the rooftop of a large base on the northwest tip of Mexico's Yucatán Peninsula.

"Welcome, Lady Natalie. You're even more beautiful than the rumors suggested," Sandal Rice greeted warmly as a stunning red-haired woman disembarked from the helicopter.

As the head of Akali Transigen, Rice had seen many beautiful women, but Lady Natalie was different. Her every movement seemed to exude a unique charm, making her absolutely captivating.

Natalie's identity also set her apart from ordinary beauties.

Her name was Natalie Vodianova. Her late husband, Oakley, had been one of Akali Transigen's largest suppliers of raw materials. Just a month ago, Oakley had died in an accident.

In less than a week, Natalie had managed to claim all her husband's assets for herself—a proof of her extraordinary resourcefulness.

After all, she and Oakley had been married for less than a week.