In the common room, Ron stared blankly at the screen.
“Headmaster Dumbledore actually has another magical school in the East?”
Harry was also stunned, but after thinking about it carefully, it actually made perfect sense.
After all, with his powerful magic and unique teaching philosophy, who else could it be besides Dumbledore?
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[Chat Group]
[Dumbledore: This really is unexpected. No wonder I like the style and teaching methods so much. Traditional, yet with a hint of boldness.]
[Ron: Then, Headmaster, can I transfer schools now? I want to become an Kamar-Taj sorcerer!]
[Snape: ??? I hope they don’t have a house-point system in the East. Besides, Weasley, you still haven’t handed in your Potions homework.]
[Ron: It wasn’t me! Fred came over and started pressing things on my screen.]
[McGonagall: I’m more curious about something else. If Ron is Ancient One, then who is the headmaster?]
[Grindelwald: ??? I’m starting to wonder about that too.]
The screen swept forward once again, and time had already reached late autumn.
Inside the Kamar-Taj library, Master Wong turned another page of a book, and Strange had already appeared before him.
At this point, Strange had completely changed as well.
Previously, he had looked like a down-and-out apprentice, but now, every movement he made was relaxed and graceful.
He was completely like a true sorcerer.
The change in his status could only be described as enormous.
Seeing Strange arrive, Master Wong asked as a matter of routine,
“What do you want to borrow?”
“Magic concerning the separation of the soul and body.”
Master Wong gave a dry laugh before becoming serious.
“Impossible. Those spells are extremely complicated forbidden magic.”
“You’ve only been a sorcerer for half a year.”
As he spoke, Master Wong assumed a guarded stance.
Faced with Wong’s caution, Strange merely nodded.
“All right, then. Let’s do it.”
Wong froze.
“Do it?” Do what?
Strange turned and left the room.
Being refused a book was also quite common at Hogwarts.
There were plenty of restricted books in the library that weren’t suitable for novice mages.
For such a familiar situation, the wizards didn’t find it particularly strange.
[Ron: Anton is surprisingly eager to learn. We don’t even want to read the textbooks they give us, and he’s actually going to borrow books.]
[Hermione: Ron, you’re the only one like that. An excellent mage must understand all the principles behind magic.]
[Snape: I’m curious what kind of forbidden knowledge exists in a place as strictly disciplined as Kamar-Taj.]
[Grindelwald: Judging from what we’ve seen, their understanding of the soul far surpasses ours.]
[Grindelwald: And I don’t believe Anton simply walked away like that.]
[Ron: I don’t think so either. That fierce-looking Master Wong is guarding the place. He looks just like Filch. I’m not going anywhere near him.]
[Snape: Gryffindor, defaming a professor. Five points deducted.]
[Ron: ?????]
[Ron: Anton, please, come study in our house for a few days. We’re almost out of points.]
[Snape: Harassing a fellow student. Deducted.]
[Ron: Don’t! Professor Snape, I’ll shut up. I’ll shut up right now.]
A short while later, Master Wong had become completely immersed in the magical world.
It was as though Strange’s visit had merely been a brief interruption.
With a crackle, a portal suddenly opened, and a hand reached through above his head.
It precisely snatched a secret scroll from the bookshelf to his left.
Wong abruptly turned around, but saw nothing.
He lowered his head and continued reading.
Another sharp crackle sounded.
Another hand reached through from behind him at an angle and took away another secret tome.
Wong turned around again, but there was nothing behind him.
While Wong was turning his head, another crackle sounded.
A pair of hands moved as fast as lightning and snatched away the secret tome in front of him.
He was just about to turn around and look at the book that had been in front of him.
But he discovered that there was nothing there.
For a moment, Wong was completely stunned.
He fearfully took off his headphones.
???????
“There are ghosts! Kamar-Taj is haunted!”
The wizards in the livestream room burst into laughter.
[Grindelwald: Hahahahahaha! Even from the top of this tower, I can still let out thunderous laughter. Albus, your student has the talent I possessed in my youth. I admire him greatly.]
[Dumbledore: Don’t flatter yourself. Anton is far calmer than you were in your youth, and his mind isn’t filled with all that nonsense either.]
[McGonagall: Even I have to admit that occasionally breaking the rules is acceptable.]
[Ron: Then I’m skipping Transfiguration tomorrow. I’m going to practice Quidditch. I’m going to become a star Beater of the future.]
[McGonagall: Ronald Weasley, showing contempt for class. Ten points from Gryffindor.]
[Ron: ??????]
[Hermione: Ron, Anton is breaking school rules to learn magic. What you’re doing is completely different.]
[Harry: Ron, I think we’d better just accept our fate.]
….
The next day, inside the Hall of the Sorcerer Supreme.
Ancient One looked at Strange, shaking her head and sighing repeatedly.
“You secretly read forbidden magic and frightened the library’s caretaker.”
Strange said,
“Ancient One, I remember that when you first brought me here, you told me to break conventions and not worry about trivial details.”
“And now you’re telling me to obey these boring school rules.”
Ancient One’s expression froze, and for a moment, she couldn’t say anything.
After a long silence, Ancient One said seriously,
“Your magic has progressed very quickly, even faster than many sorcerers who have been here for three or four years.”
“You need somewhere else to practice your magic.”
Ancient One raised her hand toward the air.
In an instant, the air shattered like a mirror.
Countless glass fragments burst from the void, as though an invisible door had been opened.
Ancient One led Strange into the mirror, as though stepping into another world.
Everything here was inverted.
The sandalwood ceiling lay beneath their feet, while the smooth redwood floor floated overhead.
Strange, who had long since grown accustomed to this world, wasn’t surprised in the slightest.
But for the wizards watching the livestream, it was a true eye-opener.
Ancient One said to Strange,
“We often observe this place and monitor fluctuations in the real world.”
“Sometimes we also train our magic here.”
After Ancient One finished introducing the dimension, everyone in the chat group became somewhat tempted.
[Dumbledore: A dimension capable of containing unlimited magic! How exciting.]
[Dumbledore: No wonder these Kamar-Taj sorcerers are so powerful. Their strength must have a lot to do with this place.]
[Harry: Looking at this, couldn’t we try using the Room of Requirement too?]
[Dumbledore: Its magic has limits, but we can give it a try.]
[Voldemort: What a pity that such a wonderful place is in Kamar-Taj.]
[Voldemort: If there were a place like this in Europe, my followers would become the strongest force in the magical world!]
[Grindelwald: I seriously doubt that.]
[Grindelwald: It looks like you’re not the only one in this world.]
With a flash, the two had already arrived at the Mirror Dimension’s plaza.
Many young sorcerers were practicing their skills there.
When they saw Strange arrive, they greeted him one after another.
Mordo, who had interacted with Strange before, also greeted him.
In less than half a year, Strange had already become something like a senior student at Kamar-Taj.
He was quite popular.
While watching Ancient One instruct the young apprentices in the use of magical artifacts, Strange curiously asked Mordo,
“Mordo, you’re the senior disciple. How old exactly is Ancient One?”
Mordo rarely shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
“She was already like this when I first came to Ancient One.”
“You don’t know anything about her background, yet you still follow her so devotedly?”
Faced with Strange’s question, Mordo awkwardly explained,
“Although I don’t know her age, I do know that Ancient One is powerful, benevolent, and just.”
“She is a true master of magic, so I’m willing to follow her.”
Strange glanced at Mordo and suddenly stepped forward.
“Then what about Kaecilius?”
Hearing Strange mention that name, Mordo assumed a combat stance.
“When he first arrived, he had lost everyone he loved.”
“He sought answers through magic.”
“He was intelligent, cold, and charismatic.”
“He was a natural-born sorcerer.”
The two suddenly attacked each other, while Mordo continued speaking.
“But later, he changed. He began questioning Ancient One.”
“Until one day, he stole a forbidden magical text and suddenly left.”
“His disciples followed him.”
In a flash of movement, Strange defeated Mordo.
At this moment, everyone in the livestream room looked at each other.
Kaecilius’s life story seemed strangely familiar.
[Grindelwald: Hahaha, how can they possibly be this similar?]
[Grindelwald: Are all dark wizards carved from the same mold?]
[Ron: Seriously, intelligent, cold, charismatic, and lost all his family when he first came to the school.]
[Ron: Isn’t that just Harry?!]
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