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Chapter 111: Sorry, She’s Already Been Shaped by Me!
🕑 Added 2026-01-04 15:23:34 +0000 UTCHarry gripped Mjolnir steadily, then immediately gave Hedwig the instruction to quickly copy the runic arrays inside the hammer.
These rune arrays were profound and intricate, the kind of extremely rare runic formations that contained countless exquisite structures—so refined that even Kamar-Taj, with its deep magical heritage, had no record of them.
As Harry's gaze settled on those arrays, with only a brief moment of focus, he gained a flood of useful information, inspiration surging through his mind.
He thought to himself: if he could fully understand these arrays, gather enough materials, and raise his own magic to a high enough level, then maybe he could forge a divine artifact too!
When that time came, Harry's Lightning Sword wouldn't just be the name of a spell—it would be the name of an artifact!
Coulson watched Harry seize Mjolnir and instantly freeze in place, not moving at all. His heart jolted—he thought something had gone wrong.
Just as he was about to step forward to check, thunder suddenly engulfed Harry. Strands of silver-white lightning, like agile dragons, roamed and leapt wildly around him.
Then Harry lifted a hand and gave them a small wave, signaling that everything was fine.
Coulson finally relaxed. He turned to Sitwell, and the two of them shared a look before turning around and heading out, leaving Harry some space.
It was obvious Harry was analyzing Mjolnir—maybe once he finished, his strength would increase considerably.
And Harry was the creditor of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents. If Harry's strength went up, didn't that mean S.H.I.E.L.D.'s strength went up too?
Borrowers only needed to borrow magic. But as the creditor, Harry had a lot more to consider!
And so, Harry stood there without moving for a full two hours.
During those two hours, he devoted all of Hedwig's processing power to recording the runic arrays inside Mjolnir. Now, as the last complicated rune was completely recorded, he finally succeeded in capturing every array.
When Harry opened his eyes, joy spread across his face. Just using these runic arrays at a basic level was enough to significantly boost the power of his lightning magic.
If he could completely master them, then the might of his lightning magic would multiply several times over, reaching a startling new height.
Asgard's tens of thousands of years of accumulation really was extraordinary!
At that moment, Harry's ear twitched—he sharply caught a noisy commotion from outside.
He immediately drew his wand. The space around him twisted rapidly, like a lake surface rippling, warping and folding again and again. His figure seemed to be swallowed by a spatial vortex, vanishing without a trace.
In the blink of an eye, with a faint spatial fluctuation, he appeared firmly inside the command room.
Coulson saw Harry appear out of nowhere and nearly jumped. He instinctively pressed a hand to his chest and complained helplessly, "Consultant Potter, next time before you suddenly appear, could you give some kind of signal? If you scare me a few more times, I might lose a few years off my life."
"Sorry," Harry apologized with absolutely no sincerity, then asked, "What happened outside? It's pretty loud."
A strange look rose on Coulson's face. The corners of his mouth lifted as he said, "Just now, a man forced his way past the perimeter and broke into the military base. He's pretty skilled—took down quite a few agents.
"I suspect he's an operative sent by some organization to get Mjolnir. But what's funny is… he actually claimed he's Thor, the God of Thunder!"
Harry's eyebrow lifted slightly. To avoid any misunderstandings later, he quickly asked, "How's his physical condition?"
"Normal human level. He's stronger than the average person, sure, but nowhere near breaking the human limit," Coulson replied with a smile, understanding Harry's concern at once.
After a pause, he added, "You told me Thor has physical strength dozens of times greater than a normal person, so this guy definitely isn't Thor—just a fake."
Harry nodded. He thought the same. "Right. Definitely a fake. If it were Thor, he'd have barged in here a long time ago."
Just then, Harry's eyes swept the monitor by accident—
And in an instant, a tall man—nearly two meters—charged into the camera's view.
A blaze of golden hair flew wildly. A full golden beard framed his face. That untamed, bold aura felt completely out of place in the surroundings.
"WTF?!" Harry's eyes widened instantly, disbelief written all over his face. He recognized him at a glance—wasn't that Thor?
What the hell was going on? Was the man who broke into the military base really Thor?
But this was way too bizarre. Why was Thor so weak now? Even breaking into a mortal military base had taken him this long?
Even if he'd lost Mjolnir, he shouldn't be this pathetic. Could it be that all of Thor's divine power depended on Mjolnir to be activated?
But if that was true, could Thor still be called the God of Thunder?
In that case… was the one who truly held the power of thunder actually the hammer?
Hearing Harry's outburst, Coulson asked, "Consultant Potter, what's wrong?"
Harry looked helpless, raised a hand, and pointed at the blond man on the screen. "Let him in. He really is Thor."
Coulson: "???"
Coulson stared at the screen, full of disbelief. In the footage, the man Harry called Thor was currently being beaten senseless by a tall, powerfully built soldier, unable to fight back at all. Coulson couldn't help but mutter, "What a weak god!"
He didn't know why Thor had come to Midgard, or why he'd somehow lost his power—falling from a mighty deity to a slightly stronger-than-average mortal.
But he shoved those questions aside, because Harry keenly realized this was the perfect once-in-a-lifetime chance to laugh at Thor.
What's the meaning of friends?
Isn't it for moments like this—so you can laugh at them?
A short while later, Thor—"escorted" by armed soldiers—was brought to the center of the base.
He was frantic, eyes searching everywhere, until he finally saw the "wife" he'd been yearning for.
But the sight in front of him made him freeze on the spot, his joy instantly turning into shock.
Why was his Mjolnir in Harry's hands?
And Harry, looking utterly amused, was flipping it over and over, casually playing with it!
Seeing Harry repeatedly toss Mjolnir away and toy with it however he pleased, Thor couldn't take it anymore. He completely forgot the embarrassment and humiliation of being seen in such a miserable state by a friend, and bellowed, "Damn it, Harry Potter—let go of my Mjolnir! She's mine!"
Harry acted like he hadn't heard Thor's roar. A teasing smile hung at the corner of his mouth as he hurled Mjolnir again with force.
The hammer traced an arc through the air, flying several meters away, spinning rapidly a few times midair.
But right then, Harry gave a light flick of his hand. Mjolnir instantly changed direction, obediently flying back toward him, landing steadily in his palm as he gripped it tightly.
Seeing that, Thor gaped. Only now did he realize Harry could command Mjolnir freely.
He shouted again, "No, that's impossible! What did you do to my hammer—why can you use her?!"
Seeing the look on Thor's face, like a victim watching his wife get NTR'd right in front of him, Harry's grin grew even wider. He said with a wicked smile, "Sorry, Thor—she's already my shape now!"
"AAAAAHHHH! Harry Potter, I'm going to kill you!" Thor's temper was already explosive, and now that he'd been NTR'd, his reason was instantly swallowed by rage.
His eyes turned red as he rushed up to Harry. His right fist rose high, cutting through the air as it smashed down toward Harry's annoyingly handsome face, trying to plant a heavy punch on it.
But times were different now. Thor had lost his divine power—he was just a mortal with a strong body.
Harry didn't panic at all. He merely lifted an arm and easily blocked Thor's fierce punch.
After that, no matter how Thor changed moves and attacked like a madman, Harry handled it with ease—raising a hand, shifting his body, casually dissolving every strike, as if he were playing with a flailing, harmless victim.
Once he'd had his fun, Harry finally set Mjolnir down, and only then did Thor gradually regain his sanity.
Without a second thought, Thor threw Harry out of his mind and rushed to the hammer, trying to lift her.
But…
First he grabbed casually with one hand. The hammer didn't budge.
Then he went all-out. Still, the hammer didn't move even a fraction.
Finally, Thor tensed every muscle, veins bulging as he used every ounce of strength he had—both hands pulling with all his might.
Yet no matter how hard he tried, Mjolnir stayed where she was, like a fully-trained widow who had completely forgotten Thor, the original victim!
A moment later, Thor's face turned ashen with defeat. He slowly released the hammer's handle.
Suddenly, like he'd gone mad, he charged at Harry again, grabbed Harry by the collar with both hands, and shook him violently. "How can this be?! I don't believe it! Damn it, Harry—what did you do to her?!"
Thor had just fought agents, rolling and crawling on muddy ground, and outside it was pouring rain. Now he was soaked through, covered head to toe in mud, utterly miserable.
As he shook Harry by the collar, Harry felt like a huge, drenched golden retriever was shaking its fur out of control—mud splattering everywhere, all of it landing on Harry.
Harry reacted fast. He drew his wand and hit Thor with a Calming Charm.
Thor instantly went into sage mode, his emotions stabilizing as his hands slowly loosened from Harry's collar.
Harry let out a breath, cast Scourgify on himself to clean the mud off, then said helplessly:
"You know I have a powerful magic inside me—so vast it's unbelievable, even stronger than the Sorcerer Supreme and even the Allfather Odin.
"That's why the enchantment Odin placed on Mjolnir acknowledged me, and I'm able to use her.
"But there's also an upper limit to how much magic I can freely call upon, and it's nowhere near enough to alter the enchantment Odin cast on Mjolnir.
"So, Thor—if you can't lift Mjolnir right now, the root problem isn't me.
"It's you.
"You've been abandoned by Mjolnir!"
