[Hermione: Wait, if I’m not mistaken, why am I involved in this too?]
[Ron: Great! I’m on television too!]
[Dumbledore: Perhaps it’s because our previous lives had some connection with Anton. Interesting.]
[Snape: What is that Q&A system supposed to do?]
[Ron: I know this one. We often have television programs that ask questions and then give rewards based on the answers.]
The moment Ron finished speaking, several teachers at the teachers’ table exchanged glances.
They had all experienced the power of this screen firsthand, and the items it rewarded were certainly no ordinary objects.
Combined with their intense curiosity about Anton’s powerful previous life, this caused the teachers to concentrate one hundred percent of their attention on the screen, watching it without missing a detail.
At the same time, the Hogwarts common room, Newt’s tent in the rainforest of Brazil, and the ancient castle where the Death Eaters had gathered were all filled with countless pairs of eyes watching the screen.
As the screen lit up, everyone held their breath.
But instead of the magical halls they had expected, the scene showed an extremely high-tech room.
Surgical lights, giant screens, and numerous people wearing masks and face coverings.
Strange, dressed in a white coat, stood at the highest point and issued orders to several people.
“Move the heart a little farther to the left. Be careful not to touch the patient’s diaphragm.”
“You, monitor the patient’s heartbeat. Report immediately if anything abnormal occurs.”
His tone and manner were practically those of the headmaster of a magical academy.
The wizards who had never encountered such Muggle technology before were deeply shocked.
[Ron: Is Anton at a magical school? Why is there a blood-covered person on the operating table?]
[McGonagall: It’s so bright here. Are those things on the walls photographs? What are those numbers? I really don’t understand their magic.]
[Harry: I… why do I feel like this place is a hospital?]
[McGonagall: Wait. Hospital? Now that Mr. Potter mentions it, I also think this looks like St. Mungo’s Hospital, only much more advanced, with far more complicated equipment.]
[Ron: So Anton’s previous life was actually a doctor, and a Muggle doctor at that? Cool!]
[Ron: I’m even more curious now. How did he become so powerful? Was being a doctor just a disguise?]
[Hermione: Ron, shut up. Anton worked at the Mayo Clinic! The temple of top-level medicine! Doctors there earn at least three million dollars a year!]
[Ron: How many Galleons is that?]
[Hermione: Around seven or eight hundred thousand Galleons, I suppose?]
[Ron: Then Anton’s previous life was a super-rich man!]
[Hermione: And an incredibly skilled neurosurgeon!]
[Snape: Silence! Mr. Weasley, because you are being excessively noisy and disrupting the quality of our lesson, Gryffindor loses five points.]
[McGonagall: I agree with another five-point deduction. If you two continue discussing irrelevant matters, report to Mr. Filch tonight.]
The mention of Mr.
Filch had an immediate effect.
The two boys fell silent at once.
With his superb medical skills, Strange turned the surgery into an art form.
Before long, the patient was out of danger.
Strange casually removed his surgical gown.
At the same time, a beautiful female doctor who had just finished another operation approached him and smiled warmly.
“Dr. Strange, putting aside your tendency to give orders, your expertise in neurology really is astonishing.”
Strange smiled with considerable grace.
“Then, Christine.”
“There is a neuroscience conference next week. Would you like to attend it with me?”
Christine toyed with a strand of her golden hair and stared at Strange for a moment.
“If you could listen to other people’s opinions a little more next time, perhaps I’ll go.”
As they parted, Christine secretly glanced at Strange’s departing figure.
Clearly, she had developed some feelings for this doctor.
This was originally nothing more than an ordinary part of Muggle life.
But when the camera moved downward, Christine’s name was revealed.
[Christine: Hermione Granger]
[Harry: Hahahaha! I knew it! Hermione likes Anton!]
[Ron: No wonder you two got along so well on the train. So that’s how it was!]
[Ron: I’ll bet ten Sickles that Hermione definitely likes Anton. She just doesn’t dare confess!]
[Harry: I’ll bet ten Galleons, plus twenty packs of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.]
[Luna: C-Can I bet too? I’ll bet two Interference Screeners and two collector’s editions of The Quibbler.]
[Dumbledore: It’s wonderful to be young. You can still fall in love.]
[Hermione: You! You! All of you! You’re bullying me! That was only my previous life!! My previous life!!]
…
In the Gryffindor girls’ common room, Hermione’s face had turned bright red.
How could this be?!
How could she be Anton’s girlfriend?!
He was gentle, and there was something distinctly foreign about his handsome appearance that she found charming.
His personality was also extremely mature, a million times better than those two childish idiots!
Thinking back to her first meeting with Anton and everything that had happened since they had gotten to know each other, Hermione’s face grew redder and redder.
In frustration, she hurriedly opened her textbook and prepared to study the spells for her second year in advance.
Yet deep down, she was also a little happy.
….
The scene changed again, this time to a highway.
Strange, full of youthful confidence, drove the latest Infiniti at high speed along the road.
The roar of the engine continued without pause, while popular jazz played inside the car.
This Strange was clearly someone who knew how to enjoy life.
As the car sped along, a phone call suddenly came through.
“Mr. Strange, Colonel James of the Marines suffered a crushed chest due to an operational error.”
“We need a neurosurgical specialist.”
Strange calmly replied,
“Sorry. I have no interest in anything that doesn’t offer a challenge.”
“Find a graduate or someone else to handle it.”
With that, Strange quickly hung up the phone.
A car suddenly appeared in front of him, seemingly without warning.
Strange had no time to dodge before he was struck and sent crashing down the mountainside.
Seeing this, the hearts of several young wizards rose into their throats.
Although the older wizards did not know much about the Muggle world, they knew that car accidents in the Muggle world were extremely dangerous.
At worst, they could cost someone their life.
At best, they could leave someone with broken bones and severe injuries.
The scene changed again, and this time it moved to another hospital.
Strange’s hands were covered in needles, and a doctor told him that he would never be able to perform surgery again for the rest of his life.
[Hermione: This is awful. Poor Anton. He’ll never be able to work as a doctor again.]
[Ron: What kind of quack doctor is that?! They can’t even treat something as minor as severed nerves! Couldn’t they just sprinkle some Dittany on it?]
[Dumbledore: Mr. Ron, I believe that is because Anton was still a Muggle at the time. Many things that we wizards can accomplish require an enormous price for Muggles.] This story is hosted at novelping.com.
[Ron: Oh, I see.]
[Harry: But Dr. Strange’s hands weren’t actually ruined. He even learned a very important spell.]
[Dumbledore: That should have something to do with the encounters he had afterward. Perhaps it also has something to do with that mysterious magical school. Be patient, children.]
The next moment, numerous scenes appeared.
Strange constantly sought medical treatment, searching for someone capable of healing his hands.
He visited countless hospitals and medical centers.
Even the Mayo Clinic, where he had once worked.
But all of these places told him that such complicated and delicate nerve damage could not be treated at all.
In his current condition, this was already the best possible outcome.
Eventually, he heard about a place from someone.
It was somewhere in the Himalayas, where mages were said to be capable of curing every disease.
That place was called Kamar-Taj.
Upon hearing this news, Strange immediately set off and boarded a plane bound for the Himalayas.
The scene changed once again, bringing them to an ancient town filled with an unfamiliar charm.
The fragrance of sandalwood drifted through the air, while enormous wooden and bamboo buildings could be seen everywhere.
Beneath the towering structures, countless dark-haired locals moved through the streets.
Everything was peaceful and harmonious.
Red tiles, vermilion walls, and an unfamiliar local cadence filled the streets.
Everything here felt unfamiliar to the people in the livestream room.
It gave the wizards a glimpse of a world they had never known before.
[Dumbledore: Look at the atmosphere here. The people seem very peaceful, and the Muggles here appear much more tolerant and friendly than those in our world.]
[McGonagall: I bet this Kamar-Taj would never punish its students.]
[Newt: This place is wonderful. I’m almost in love with it already.]
[Grindelwald: I still remember the last time I visited that region. I saw a beautiful Qilin, as well as an old acquaintance who ruined my campaign plans.]
[Albus: Shut up, Grindelwald. Don’t ruin the wonderful atmosphere here.]
Looking at this ancient town, everyone in the livestream room had a feeling.
This magical school was bound to be extraordinary.
At this moment, Strange was also asking everyone he encountered and searching everywhere.
However, the locals in this ancient town had never heard of Kamar-Taj.
They all shook their heads at him.
Strange spent a full three days asking around, yet not a single person knew anything about it.
The wizards, however, nodded approvingly at this.
[Snape: Not bad. It seems this Kamar-Taj also strictly follows the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy.]
[Dumbledore: What beautiful architecture, what a beautiful place! We should have more magical exchanges with the magical world beyond Britain. Professor McGonagall, please draw up a study-abroad program.]
[Harry: I want to sign up! I want to sign up!]
[Ron: If it’s free, I’ll go too!]
[McGonagall: I’m rather curious about what kind of person the headmaster of this place is.]
[Newt: I’m even more curious about that magical school. It must be magnificent.]
[Dumbledore: I don’t know why, but I have a feeling there will be some unexpected surprises.]
The scene suddenly shifted again, this time to three days later.
Strange stood in front of a small temple, hesitating.
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