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

Many suspected that Lady Natalie approached Oakley solely to seize his vast wealth, and Sandal Rice was no exception.

But he didn't mind—in fact, he admired such a woman.

A rose with thorns only pricks the weak. A man destined to rule the world, like Rice, preferred roses with thorns. Lady Natalie's status as a widow only added to his sense of conquest.

Of course, admiration wasn't his primary concern. What mattered most was that Lady Natalie now controlled the raw materials he desperately needed.

If he wanted to mass-produce cloned mutants and form a mutant army to conquer the world, he had to persuade her to continue providing the resources her late husband once supplied.

"Mr. Rice, you have a sweet tongue, but if your project doesn't satisfy me, I won't supply you with raw materials at such a low price like my husband did."

Natalie walked up to Rice, gently tapped his chest, drew a circle with her finger while smiling, and then walked past him.

"Let's go. Show me your project."

"I guarantee you'll be impressed!"

Suppressing the desire surging within him, Rice quickly turned and walked beside Natalie.

"Madam, my project will exceed your wildest imagination. With your cooperation—"

"Cloned mutants, entirely under your command. Mr. Rice, don't deceive me. I need to see tangible results."

As Rice explained his project, Black Widow felt a jolt of tension within but maintained her composure.

That's right—Lady Natalie was a façade. Her true identity was Black Widow, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Her mission at the base was to uncover the extent of Rice's mutant gene research and secure a copy of his findings.

Half an hour later, at the center of the experimental facility, Rice proudly pointed to a hundred cloned mutants in nutrient chambers.

"Madam, look at these. They were once famous mutants. Soon, they will become the most powerful and expensive weapons in the world.

Nations and organizations will willingly pay exorbitant sums to acquire them.

I will become the world's greatest arms dealer. Even Stark Industries will pale in comparison."

Rice's initial plan was to sell cloned mutants to other forces, but he had since revised it—his goal now was world domination.

Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to disclose his ultimate plan to a woman he had just met, no matter how fascinated he was by her.

He only needed Natalie to see the guaranteed profitability of their collaboration and secure the raw materials first.

If Natalie agreed, great. If not, he would use multiple clones of Professor X to brainwash her.

Initially, his plan was to lure her to the base and use psychic abilities to make her cooperate. But Natalie's allure had sparked his desire to conquer her without coercion, which would bring him immense satisfaction.

"I didn't expect Mr. Rice to be so talented. I like talented men," Black Widow said, casting a seductive glance over her shoulder.

Rice immediately stood up straighter and adjusted his lab coat.

"So, Madam, do we have a deal?"

"Mr. Rice, you were good friends with my husband, but to me, he was just like a lighter," she replied with a playful smile, pulling a lighter from her pocket to light a slim cigarette.

"A lighter?" Rice asked, puzzled.

Black Widow lit the flame and placed it in front of him. After a puff of smoke, she said: "One spark, and he ignites. A puff of air, and he's out."

Rice stared at her fiery red lips, heat surging through him.

"I assure you, mine won't extinguish. It will surpass your expectations!"

"Oh? If that's the case, then I'm very willing to collaborate with you, Mr. Rice," Black Widow said, eyeing him with a subtle yet provocative sneer, further stoking his desire for conquest.

"I'm hungry. Let's eat lunch first."

She needed to delay until nightfall, where she could extract the necessary information, secure the research data, and escape via helicopter.

Meanwhile, high above the base, an invisible aircraft hovered.

"This must be it!"

George ended the tracking spell and observed the institute below, marked as the "Leukemia Research and Treatment Center."

"Caliban, how many mutants are in the facility?"

"One hundred and one," Caliban quickly responded.

"This guy managed to create so many mutants in such a short time!" George exclaimed.

He was astonished at Rice's capability. Even if the clones were weaker than their originals, a hundred mutants would still be a formidable force.

George was grateful for launching the attack now. Any later, and they might have faced thousands of cloned mutants.

"Let's execute the plan!"

With George's command, the X-Jet's doors opened, and Wolverine leapt out, extending his adamantium claws.

He landed boldly at the entrance to the base and roared: "Sandal Rice, come out and face your doom!"

The ferocious roar immediately drew the guards' attention, marking the start of a fierce battle.