[Newt: A master takes in a talented student, and then the student turns into a dark wizard. Isn’t that just Voldemort?]
[Voldemort: How dare you say my name?!]
[Grindelwald: Hahahaha, with all due respect, it really is very similar. Albus, I told you long ago that teaching everyone regardless of background isn’t suitable for certain students.]
[McGonagall: Sigh. It seems magical schools everywhere are the same.]
[Grindelwald: I’ll bet five Galleons that your student Anton will eventually enter this school anyway. That Ancient One looks just like you. She’s also someone who believes in teaching everyone regardless of background.]
[Albus: I don’t need you teaching me how to deal with students. Besides, if Ancient One abandons a talented student simply because she fears he might become corrupted, then she would be a completely short-sighted fool.]
As soon as he finished speaking, the gates of Kamar-Taj opened once again, and Master Mordo brought Strange inside.
“This is your room.”
“The bathroom is next door. If you have time, you can meditate for a while.”
“Ancient One will summon you later.”
Strange immediately thanked him.
Mordo placed a slip of paper on the table.
Strange glanced at it.
There was only one word written on the paper.
“Shamballa.”
“What is this? A spell I’m supposed to use later?”
Mordo looked at Strange in confusion.
“It’s the Wi-Fi password. We’re not cavemen.”
Seeing that Anton had finally been admitted to the school, the young wizards finally breathed a sigh of relief.
They knew all too well that if a magical genius like Anton failed to receive proper magical education, he might become an extremely terrifying Obscurial.
And when that happened, it could very well become a disaster for all of Kamar-Taj.
The screen changed again, and Ancient One’s voice came from off-screen.
Inside a quiet chamber, Ancient One and Strange sat facing each other.
“Since the birth of civilization, there has always been a language that established the order governing all things.”
“The Masters call it a spell.”
Ancient One drew a circle with her palm.
The circle continued to take shape, and as its intricate patterns filled in, a shield constructed from countless images appeared before Strange.
“This is the Shield of the Seraphim. It can withstand the might of an entire army.”
“Spells can also create the most powerful weapons.”
Ancient One casually waved her hand.
The shield transformed once again, becoming a crimson spear.
Energy continuously erupted from the tip of the spear.
Ancient One waved her hand again, and the spear vanished.
Now that they had finally witnessed Kamar-Taj’s spellcasting, the members of the chat group began another heated discussion.
[Dumbledore: It looks somewhat like having powerful armor cast upon oneself, but it doesn’t require a wand, and judging from the concentration of magical power, it seems even stronger.]
[Dumbledore: These Kamar-Taj sorcerers have quite impressive defenses against the Dark Arts.]
[Grindelwald: As a former master of the Dark Arts, I agree with Albus. That mage only needed to wave her hand to accomplish it. Much more convenient than a wand.]
[Voldemort: Unfortunately, I don’t know whether this thing could withstand the power of Avada Kedavra.]
[McGonagall: You’d better be careful, Tom. That woman doesn’t look like someone you should provoke.]
Seeing the miraculous spells, Strange was completely captivated by Ancient One’s magic.
Yet he still asked doubtfully,
“But how can I become as proficient as you, Ancient One?”
Ancient One asked in return,
“How did you become a neurosurgeon, Mr. Strange?”
“I spent twelve years in medical school.”
Ancient One smiled.
“Exactly.”
[Ron: That makes so much sense! Hard work is the only way to become an excellent wizard. From today onward, I’m going to practice two hundred Expelliarmuses every day and try to become as cool as Anton.]
[Snape: Hard work is indeed useful, but Weasley, shouldn’t you get a new wand first?]
[Ron: Kamar-Taj doesn’t even need wands for spellcasting!]
As the two spoke, the scene changed again.
They had arrived at the Kamar-Taj library, which resembled Hogwarts’ main library.
It was packed with books and magical tomes.
Stacks upon stacks of pages were piled high, and unlike Hogwarts, the library had no designated sections.
All kinds of magical books were mixed together.
Strange walked up to a table and asked an Asian-faced mage,
“Hello, I’m looking for some books.”
The Asian-faced mage looked somewhat puzzled.
The books before Strange had already been piled into a small mountain.
“You’ve already finished the Book of Magical Laws, the Key of Solomon, and the Great Book of the Vishanti?”
Strange nodded.
“In one day?”
Strange nodded again.
“I developed the ability in medical school.”
“Who was the first Sorcerer Supreme?”
“The Ancient One, formed by three great masters.”
“They were Oshtur the All-Powerful, Agamotto the All-Seeing, and Hoggoth the Ancient One.”
Strange answered without hesitation, leaving Wong looking somewhat astonished.
“You finished all those magical tomes in a single day.”
“Your memory is quite impressive, Sorcerer Strange.”
“Come with me.”
[McGonagall: Seventeen books in one day? And he can remember all of them! Good heavens! If the children in our house were this eager to learn, I’d gladly pay for Professor Snape’s shampoo for an entire year.]
[Snape: … Even I have to admit that Anton’s aptitude is truly astonishing. Keeping one’s feet firmly on the ground is the quality a good wizard should possess.]
[Albus: Hmm. An excellent memory is indeed one of the qualities an outstanding wizard should possess. Perhaps our standards for students’ memorization skills are a little too low.]
[Harry: No, please. I hate memorizing books.]
[Ron: Amazing. Just like Hermione, Anton’s previous life was also a book-loving genius.]
[Hermione: Ron?!! You call me a bookworm, but call Anton a genius?!]
[Ron: That’s because you’re a girl. Girls who love reading are bookworms.]
[Hermione: What kind of twisted logic is that?]
[Hermione: Still, now that you mention it, Anton really can read that many books in a day and recite them perfectly. He certainly qualifies as a genius.]
[Hermione: Unlike certain boys I know, who still haven’t even taken their books out of their bags.]
[Ron: It definitely isn’t me! It definitely isn’t me!]
[Snape: Laziness. Ten points from Gryffindor.]
[Hermione: Speaking of which, where is Master Wong taking Anton?]
On the screen, Anton followed Master Wong through a long corridor.
Master Wong pointed toward the bookshelves on either side and carefully introduced them to Anton.
“These are spellcasting books used by sorcerers.”
“I recommend that you start with Introduction to Magic.”
“Oh, and how is your Sanskrit?”
Strange spread his hands.
Master Wong said,
“Doesn’t matter. There’s online translation anyway.”
Strange picked out several books before looking toward the wall.
Several large black books hung there, most of them bound in leather, with a huge eye displayed on their pages.
Everything about them conveyed the sheer weight and age of the books.
Strange unconsciously walked toward them.
“What are these?”
“Those are Ancient One’s private collection.”
“And the private tomes written by the Sorcerer Supremes of past generations.”
“No one except the Sorcerer Supreme can understand them.”
Strange took down the book with the largest eye and asked Master Wong,
“What about this one?”
The moment he saw the book, Master Wong’s expression changed completely.
He exclaimed,
“This is the Book of Cagliostro. It concerns the study of time.”
“Several pages were stolen by a sorcerer who used to be here.”
“A zealot. Kaecilius.”
Master Wong’s expression became fierce as he spoke the name.
“He’s a complete bastard.”
“He betrayed Ancient One and betrayed the Light Magic!”
With that, he tossed the book in front of Strange and walked away.
As for Kaecilius, everyone in the livestream room immediately began making their own guesses.
[Grindelwald: Based on my years of experience as a Dark Lord, this Kaecilius must be young, promising, extraordinarily talented, ambitious, and opposed to the rules of Light Magic. Then he rebelled against his master.]
[Voldemort: Yes, you’re right about most of that.]
[Grindelwald: And he has a nose.]
[Voldemort: You old bastard! I challenge you to a duel!]
[Ron: I don’t know why, but I kind of want to laugh.]
[Albus: Mr. Weasley, the Dark Arts are not something to laugh about. Even the dark wizards of Kamar-Taj are equally dangerous.]
[Albus: I’m quite concerned about that world now. I wonder what kind of monster this Kaecilius actually is.]
The scene changed again, arriving at a deserted temple.
Inside the temple, numerous dark sorcerers dressed in crimson robes chanted spells around a bonfire.
“Great Dark Lord, we are willing to serve you. We are willing to pray to you.”
“We offer this world to you.”
Red runes covered the foreheads of these dark sorcerers, while dark blue and black bruising surrounded their eyes.
Every one of them looked terrifying.
Ron, who had just found the situation amusing, immediately became somewhat frightened.
[Ron: These dark wizards are terrifying.]
[Grindelwald: You call this a dark wizard? Good heavens! Each generation really is worse than the last.]
[Voldemort: Hahahaha! Looks like my followers at least have some standards.]
[Voldemort: These low-level dark wizards probably don’t possess much power. As for their master, he’s likely nothing more than an insignificant insect.]
The moment Voldemort finished speaking, the scene on the screen suddenly began pulling farther and farther away.
Until it reached the depths of the vast heavens.
In this place, planets were as tiny as sesame seeds, while enormous star clusters were no larger than freckles on a human face.
The camera continued pulling farther and farther back.
Within this vast sea of stars, two cold eyes appeared at the very center of the screen.
The enormous monster spoke.
“My servant, I have heard your call.”
“The rift between dimensions has opened. I will descend at some point.”
“Believe me, that time is not far away.”
After those words were spoken, all the wizards in the livestream room fell silent.
They truly had never imagined this.
The Dark Lord worshipped by those pathetic dark wizards…
was actually an entire dimension!
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