Chapter 215 : Time Changed?

"This mission seems tailor-made for lunatics!" 

Strange shook his head, then turned to the king beside him. 

"I suppose he's been dying to sneak into the ladies' room for ages!"

Wong nodded silently, and in the next moment, their eyes met. 

An awkward silence descended, as both tried to conceal their mutual curiosity.

"So, you're that kind of mage, huh? Scary!"

"!" 

["It's just as bizarre as ever, but without the pool, it's oddly inventive! Nothing like it!"

Deadpool shook his head, sighing. This wasn't what he had in mind—far from it!

Lupin, standing nearby, almost felt compelled to shout, "I knew it!"

"Brother, your disappointment is written all over your face!"

"Dumbledore sent you to investigate, not to indulge!" 

"But hey, when there's a feast, Lupin's too bashful to admit he's hungry, even after the job's done!"

"Thankfully, Deadpool hasn't forgotten why he's here!" 

He followed the noise, opening the door nearest to the wall. With a self-proclaimed friendly grin, he leaned in. 

"Don't fret, little sister. Big brother isn't... big brother's one of the good guys!"

The next instant, a shrill scream pierced the air!

Moaning Myrtle wore a hellish expression, proudly proclaiming, "At the first sign of a creep, I'll pass through walls and vanish!"

Deadpool pulled back from the door, incredulous, and looked at the stunned Lupin.

"Local spirits can be so impolite!"

"I was only trying to extend a helping hand, and she called me a creep!"

"I was actually thinking of inviting her for a soak in the hot springs; you know, it's quite relaxing!"

"Don't try to sugarcoat it. I distinctly heard Lupin call you a pervert with a smirk."

"That can't be right, she's got legs in her head or something, and Wade, you look way too serious!"

"And let me ask Dumbledore, when's the hot spring party happening?"]

Over at S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury, who's already at the top, looks downright petrified!

There was a time when he considered recruiting Deadpool to join as an agent, to go on missions alongside Hawkeye, Black Widow, and others, maybe even train some recruits!

Luckily, that idea got squashed by Stark back then. God knows what chaos would've ensued otherwise!

Even someone as solid as Lupin got knocked out cold after a run-in with Deadpool! That's some serious danger right there!

["Then the day after tomorrow, let's hit up Knockturn Alley again for some potion shopping!" Deadpool mused.

Lupin nodded, feeling no remorse. "This isn't just about shopping, it's about safeguarding the stability of the British magical community! I mean, let's face it, you toss a stone in Knockturn Alley, chances are it's hitting someone up to no good! I'm pretty sure this'll go down in magical history!"]

Off-screen, viewers couldn't help but twitch at their banter.

"Is turning Knockturn Alley into a footnote in magical history really a good thing?"

In that moment, countless hearts silently mourned, realizing that encountering Deadpool and his crew in Knockturn Alley was nothing short of a bloodbath.

["Talk about bad luck, Dumbledore's been hassling me non-stop!" Deadpool griped from his perch on Myrtle's toilet.

(You didn't mention that before. Lupin, with no embarrassment, chimed in, offering his thoughts:)

"Myrtle's lurking here; there might be some hidden secrets."

Deadpool's eyes suddenly sparkled. "You mean there's secrets in the ladies' room?!"

Lupin started to ponder.

(Just to clarify, he wasn't pondering if there were secrets here.)

Why does such a mundane sentence taste so off in Wade's mouth?

"Quite the pervert," Lupin mused, still puzzled, while Deadpool wasted no time in springing into action.

"Just a moment ago, he was inexplicably distressed, but now he's eager to lift the floorboards and see what's underneath!"

Before long, he discovered something unusual: "It's a basin without running water!"

Deadpool swiftly confirmed its emptiness with a few taps. "And it's not your ordinary empty pipe; the resonance is much louder!"

"What's written here?" Deadpool pointed to a line of obscured text along the edge of the circular basin.

Luckily, Lupin's schooling in ancient magical literature paid off, and he deciphered it without hesitation: "The bloodline is paramount, one in ten thousand."

"Seems like a Slytherin's pure-blood notion," Lupin mused, rubbing his chin. "The highest bloodline likely refers to purebloods, and if only one in ten thousand possesses it, I recall there's a supremely rare natural skill among pureblood wizards."

"Parseltongue!"

But Lupin's expression turned solemn the next moment. "Slytherin couldn't outwit Dumbledore, and even if he did stumble upon this, without knowledge of the secret language, he'd remain trapped."

"Don't make it so complicated," Deadpool interjected, winking.

Lupin looked up in confusion, only to see Deadpool rummaging around, seemingly searching for something. In the blink of an eye, Deadpool retrieved a high-explosive grenade from his arsenal and placed it on the circular basin, chuckling.

"My dear Lupin, times have changed!"

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