Chapter 3 There is a Thor who cannot express his anger! !

At the same time, in the distant realm of Asgard, Heimdall stood on the Rainbow Bridge, frowning slightly as he observed the opening transmission channel. He spoke in a deep voice to Odin, beside him. "God King, the energy consumption of the Rainbow Bridge has increased significantly. A human has unexpectedly appeared in Thor's transmission channel. How should we handle this?"

Odin stared at the colourful transmission channel constructed by the Rainbow Bridge, seemingly able to see the very alert Lockhart who had just appeared, wand in hand. He frowned slightly. Perhaps the annoyance of the moment caused the Eternal Spear of Gungnir in his hand to emit a faint golden light, and Heimdall felt a breath-taking presence approaching.

Suddenly, a ray of emerald green light appeared, floating in front of Odin and pulsing slightly as if conveying a message. Heimdall watched the green light closely, a trace of vigilance in his eyes. He gripped the Rainbow Bridge Sword, ready to strike.

Then, he sensed the Spear begin to quiet down, and God King Odin, with a faint smile, reassured him, "Don't worry about this being. Someone will take care of him."

After speaking, Odin turned and walked away. Loki, confused by his father's conversation with Heimdall, followed without further thought.

Back on Earth, a trace of sorrow flashed in Lockhart's eyes as he faced the covert scrutiny of either the Ancient One or Odin. His thoughts raced, swiftly devising solutions. His identity from another world must have been exposed. Even if Odin was unaware, the Ancient One certainly knew. However, her lack of immediate action indicated a certain tolerance.

Lockhart's thoughts continued to refine the plan forming in his mind. Nearby, Professor Eric Selvig eyed the blond man in emerald green robes. Despite a tinge of envy for Lockhart's handsome face, Eric noted that Lockhart's outfit was hardly modern.

Surprised, Eric stepped forward and asked nervously, "Who are you? What you saw was completely accidental."

Lockhart looked at the slightly nervous Eric, smiled gently, and subtly waved his wand:

"Lockhart's Shine!"

Instantly, Eric's eyes lit up, and he felt as if he was looking at an old friend he hadn't seen in years.

Then, Lockhart gently touched Eric left shoulder with his right hand, bowed slightly, and introduced himself with calm elegance, "Hello, I am Gilderoy Lockhart, recipient of the third-class Order of Merlin, honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance, and professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts! Due to an accident with space magic, I accidentally ended up here. Excuse me, where are we now?" As he spoke, he raised his wand slightly: "Lumos!" Immediately, a soft white light illuminated the area.

Jane, Daisy, and Eric gaped in surprise. Thor, interpreting the situation, approached Lockhart with a measure of arrogance and yell, "Mage of Midgard, I am Thor Odinson, son of Odin, and I command you to take me back to Asgard."

Lockhart frowned at Thor's haughty tone. Anger stirred within him, but he maintained his composure. Considering Thor's royal status, he couldn't afford a direct confrontation. Instead, he decided a lesson was in order. Though Odin might be watching, as long as Thor's life wasn't in danger, there likely would be no divine retribution.

With a swift motion, Lockhart pointed his wand at Thor and cast,

"Incarcerous!"

A white halo burst forth, swiftly binding Thor and restricting his movements. As Thor realized his predicament, he bellowed,

"Human, tell me your name. You are disrespecting the future King of the Nine Realms!"

Before Thor could finish, Lockhart silenced him with

"Silencio!"

Thor's mouth moved, but no sound emerged, his frustration visibly mounting.

Lockhart smiled faintly, enjoying the sight of Thor's powerless anger. He then waved his wand, casting a calming spell around the bystanders. The pale white halo that emerged soothed their hearts.

Turning to the now calmer group, Lockhart declared, "Okay, let's continue our conversation."

Daisy exclaimed in awe, "Is this magic?"

Lockhart nodded and smiled, "Yes, it's magic. Where are we?"

As Eric began to reply, Daisy, bubbling with excitement, interjected, "This is New Mexico. Who are you, Mr. Magician? Can I learn magic too?"

Seeing Daisy's barrage of questions, Lockhart made a silencing gesture with his wand. Eric quickly stepped in, "Mr. Magician, Daisy was a little too excited just now, please forgive her. My name is Eric Selvig, and these are my students, Jane Foster and Daisy Lewis. We are in the United States, specifically New Mexico, about 13 kilometres from the nearest town. You're welcome to come with us."

Lockhart nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Eric. You can call me Mr. Lockhart or Professor Lockhart." He waved his wand, and a small gold bar floated to Eric as a token of gratitude. "This is for your troubles."

Eric hesitated, "No, it's too much, Professor Lockhart. We can't accept this." Lockhart assured him, "It's okay. For us wizards, gold bars are not rare. If it seems too valuable, just exchange it for some of your currency. I might need it soon."

Without waiting for an answer, Lockhart gestured towards the town, "Now, let's head back. I prefer places with a civilized atmosphere."

As they walked towards the car, Eric stored the gold bar. Meeting a wizard of such power was both intriguing and daunting. Yet, Lockhart's polite and principled demeanor promised an interesting journey ahead.