[Marvel's Hogwarts Professor] Chapter 696 - 700

Chapter 696: Two Infinity Stones

Lockhart stood before the Bifrost, the Ancient One quietly positioned at his side. Even now, each time he glanced down at the Cosmic Cube in his palm, a sense of disbelief clouded his eyes.

The Supreme Sorcerer was truly formidable. First conquering multiple Dimensional Demon Gods, and now even securing cooperation from Asgard itself. Odin had actually entrusted him with the Cosmic Cube.

And what exactly was the Cosmic Cube? Nothing less than the Space Stone itself—one of the six Infinity Stones that governed the fundamental aspects of existence.

To be honest, when Thor had returned the Cosmic Cube to Asgard after the New York incident, Lockhart hadn't dwelled much on it. He had assumed he might only have a chance to acquire it upon attaining godhood himself, or perhaps after Odin's eventual passing. After all, Odin's title—God King of Asgard and Lord of the Nine Realms—was not merely empty grandiloquence.

Like the Supreme Sorcerer, Odin's reputation was built on demonstrated power. Countless Demon Gods had fallen to Odin's Eternal Spear, Gungnir.

And yet...

Looking at the Cosmic Cube now resting in his hands, Lockhart still struggled to accept this reality.

"Supreme Sorcerer, are you truly just... lending this to me?" Lockhart asked, concern evident in his voice. "With no additional conditions?"

In truth, Lockhart had already been elated by the dozens of dimensional fragments and various sources of power he'd acquired. But this—this was beyond his wildest expectations.

This was the Space Stone. Combined with his access to the Time Stone through his apprenticeship to the Ancient One, he now held unfathomable potential in his grasp. Space in one hand, time in the other—it was almost too much to comprehend.

Though excitement surged through him, threatening to manifest as visible jubilation, Lockhart maintained his composure and awaited the Supreme Sorcerer's response.

"Don't worry, there are no conditions attached," the Ancient One replied, her tone carrying deeper meaning. "Besides, I've discussed everything with Odin. Asgard and Kamar-Taj will now stand as formal allies."

Lockhart nodded in understanding. To be honest, an alliance between Asgard and Kamar-Taj had been within the realm of his expectations. Even if the Ancient One hadn't initiated it, he would have pursued such an arrangement after assuming leadership of Kamar-Taj.

Of course, by the time Odin eventually passed on, Thor would most likely ascend to rule Asgard. But establishing this foundation now, while both the Ancient One and Odin—two of the most powerful beings in existence—still lived and could cement the alliance, was invaluable.

The unified front of these two cosmic powers would shock the Dimensional Demon Gods, creating an effect far greater than the sum of its parts. It would buy him precious time.

Lockhart glanced down at the Cosmic Cube once more, unable to fully suppress the joy in his eyes. With the Space Stone, his plans could become vastly more comprehensive.

And he couldn't forget that clues to a third Infinity Stone's presence on Earth were beginning to emerge...

Meanwhile, at Kamar-Taj's Central Square—also known as the Training Square—an extraordinary gathering was taking place.

Typically, this was where sorcerer apprentices trained daily, and where key festivals or celebrations were held. The space was vast enough to accommodate almost every sorcerer of Kamar-Taj, making it the perfect venue for large-scale events.

This morning, an enormous crowd of sorcerers had assembled in the central square. From a distance, they resembled a colony of ants—innumerable and densely packed across the expanse.

It seemed as though every sorcerer of Kamar-Taj had arrived, though this wasn't strictly true. The three major sanctums still required protection, necessitating some to remain at their posts. But aside from those essential guardians, virtually every sorcerer had converged upon the central square.

They had gathered because today, momentous news would be announced—news that would mark a turning point in the history of Kamar-Taj.

In the spacious square, the sorcerers engaged in heated discussions. Some argued passionately, their faces flushed with emotion. Others furrowed their brows in confusion, while many more wore expressions of deep concern, as if anticipating troubling consequences.

The square buzzed with life, each sorcerer displaying different reactions to the impending succession ceremony of the Supreme Sorcerer. For almost all present, this was unprecedented—neither they nor their predecessors had ever witnessed a change in leadership. For millennia, it seemed the title of Supreme Sorcerer had been less a position and more simply another name for the Ancient One.

At the front of the square, several key figures—among them Elder Byron, the law enforcer, and Master Kaecilius—conversed in hushed tones.

"I still can't comprehend this decision," Byron whispered, barely containing his frustration. "I acknowledge Lockhart's considerable power and contributions to Kamar-Taj. However, he's been with us for less than three years—barely over two. In such a brief span..."

Though he left the thought unfinished, the resentment in his tone was unmistakable to those around him. As a law enforcement elder, Byron stood at the pinnacle of Kamar-Taj's hierarchy. If the Ancient One truly intended to step down, Byron had naturally assumed he would be among the primary candidates for succession.

Yet he had received no indication, not even the slightest hint of what was to come. Without consultation, the Supreme Sorcerer had summoned them to simply announce her decision. How could Byron possibly accept such a development?

The surrounding sorcerers largely shared Byron's sentiments. While few harbored illusions of becoming the next Supreme Sorcerer themselves, none had anticipated that someone who had joined Kamar-Taj so recently would suddenly ascend to leadership over them all.

But what recourse did they have? Throughout history, no one had ever successfully challenged the Ancient One's decisions. Her authority had been cemented over thousands of years of leadership. They could only voice their discontent among themselves in whispers, not daring to express such thoughts in the Ancient One's presence.

Not everyone shared this disappointment, however. Kaecilius and Mordo, close allies of Lockhart, could barely contain their excitement. Though they had never aspired to the position of Supreme Sorcerer themselves, seeing their friend elevated to such heights filled them with joy and anticipation. Their futures now seemed exceptionally promising.

As the sun continued its ascent, the discussions intensified—until suddenly, the air itself seemed to shift.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

A massive ring of flame-colored energy materialized high above the square, accompanied by an overwhelming aura that seemed to press down upon everyone present. The once-noisy gathering fell silent as every face turned skyward to witness the spectacle unfolding above them.

The halo hovered high overhead, its interior rippling like water with gentle waves. Within this mystical frame, images began to form.

The first scene depicted a dilapidated hall where two sorcerers battled against a half-destroyed corpse enshrouded in dark energy. The combat appeared fierce—beams of magic crisscrossed the space, green and red lights flashing continuously. Flame-colored runes transformed into various spells, all directed at the animated corpse. The situation seemed dire, with the sorcerers at a clear disadvantage, though they held their ground with determination.

As the gathered crowd watched with growing concern, Kaecilius's eyes widened in recognition, his expression a mixture of awe and disbelief. The other sorcerers glanced at him, then back at the vision, as understanding dawned—the two battling sorcerers were none other than Kaecilius himself and Lockhart, facing Dormammu, the Dark Dimension's ruler.

The scene continued to unfold, showing the escalating conflict and its eventual resolution with the Ancient One's arrival. Throughout the vision, Lockhart featured prominently, his contributions clearly central to their victory.

The images shifted again, revealing the familiar halls of the New York Sanctum under attack. Every sorcerer recognized this moment—the dimensional invasion by the Twilight Demon God. They witnessed Lockhart wielding the Eye of Agamotto, constructing a time-space cage that trapped the Demon God in an endless loop, rendering it powerless to resist.

Many sorcerers watched in astonishment, marveling both at Lockhart's skill and at the seemingly insurmountable power of the Time Stone.

The visions continued changing, next showing the confrontation with Mephisto. In a shattered mirror dimension, Thor and Iron Man battled Loki while Lockhart faced the cunning Demon God of Hell. Seeing Mephisto's humiliating retreat brought secret satisfaction to many sorcerers who had suffered at his hands in the past. The sight was as refreshing as ice water on a sweltering day.

Further scenes displayed Lockhart leading incursions into hostile dimensions, each victory more impressive than the last.

By now, virtually everyone had realized who would be the next Supreme Sorcerer. The protagonist of every vision, Gilderoy Lockhart, was clearly the chosen successor.

Before these revelations, many had felt indignant at the thought of someone so recently arrived standing above them and leading the Kamar-Taj they had served for decades. But after witnessing these displays of Lockhart's prowess—his repeated triumphs against Demon Gods with increasing ease—they found their objections difficult to maintain.

Few among them could truthfully claim to have even fought a Demon God's avatar, let alone emerged victorious multiple times. The implications were clear.

Even Byron and his supporters fell silent as the visions faded. They had heard of these accomplishments, of course, but seeing them directly was an entirely different experience.

As the final vision dissipated and the sun shone unobstructed once more, the Ancient One appeared silently on the elevated platform at the square's edge. She gazed down at the assembled sorcerers, a gentle smile upon her face.

"Fellow sorcerers," she began, her voice carrying effortlessly across the hushed square. "I have watched each of you progress to reach this point. Every sorcerer here has made an indelible contribution to Earth's protection."

The crowd listened in absolute silence, no one daring to interrupt.

"For thousands of years, I have witnessed generations of sorcerers continue to make sacrifices. Only through their dedication do we enjoy the relative peace we now experience."

Though her voice remained serene, it carried unmistakable nostalgia, as if each face from those countless generations remained etched in her memory.

"Through millennia, I have remembered the faces of countless sorcerers, only to watch them fade away, one after another." Her tone softened. "In truth, I have grown weary. I, too, desire rest."

The admission seemed to resonate through the gathering, her unexpected vulnerability catching many off guard.

"But I understand the responsibilities that come with the title you have bestowed upon me. I could not consider rest until a worthy successor was prepared to assume the mantle of leadership."

She paused, allowing her words to sink in.

"So, throughout these long centuries, I have observed countless sorcerers, waiting for one who might be suitable." Her expression brightened. "Finally, I encountered a sorcerer capable of leading Kamar-Taj toward an even brighter future—my successor, Gilderoy Lockhart."

As she finished speaking, Lockhart materialized beside her, appearing as if from nowhere. For a moment, the square remained silent, the weight of the Ancient One's words hanging in the air.

Then, gradually, scattered applause emerged, beginning with Kaecilius and his allies. Soon, other sorcerers joined in, until the entire square resounded with unified approval—though Lockhart's expression remained impassive as he observed the scene.

He understood the doubts many still harbored. It was only natural, given the brevity of his time at Kamar-Taj. But such concerns were ultimately minor obstacles. From the position of Supreme Sorcerer, he had numerous methods at his disposal to earn their genuine loyalty.

The Ancient One's voice rose once more above the applause: "I hereby declare that Lockhart shall assume the position of Supreme Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj!"

Chapter 697: The New Supreme Sorcerer

In the grand banquet hall of the Vientiane World, celebration was in full swing.

"Lockhart—no, I should say Master Supreme Sorcerer—congratulations!" one voice called out.

"Congratulations, Lockhart!" another exclaimed with a laugh. "Though I suppose we should all adjust our addresses to 'Master Supreme'!"

The hall resonated with the melodious clinking of wine glasses as joy permeated the atmosphere. At the center of the festivities stood Lockhart, perpetually surrounded by sorcerers offering their congratulations in an endless stream.

This was an intimate gathering, attended exclusively by sorcerers who had cultivated good relationships with Lockhart. The event had one primary purpose—to consolidate loyalty.

As impressive as Lockhart was in nearly every aspect, his relatively brief tenure at Kamar-Taj remained his sole apparent weakness. This reality couldn't be changed; however, his remarkable experiences and contributions compensated for most concerns about his limited time with the order.

Nevertheless, if he hoped to fully integrate himself into the fabric of Kamar-Taj's leadership, he would need to rely on these friends and allies.

Since first joining Kamar-Taj, Lockhart had been strategically generous, using tangible benefits to forge connections with those who could be swayed to his side. High-ranking individuals like Kaecilius had been bound to him through mutually beneficial arrangements.

Even Elder Byron of the law enforcement division had received his share of appropriate gifts over time, though Lockhart had been careful not to make these gestures too overt. Various law enforcement sorcerers and other masters had been presented with high-level access cards to the Vientiane World, all with preferential permissions.

The rapid expansion of the Vientiane World was no accident. Nearly every master of Kamar-Taj had established some presence there, whether residences or businesses. Even Asgardians had participated in the booming interdimensional marketplace.

This success stemmed directly from Lockhart's willingness to share opportunity and prosperity. He had bound others to him through mutual benefit—almost every sorcerer who had established a business in the Vientiane World had profited handsomely. Only a few remained uninvolved, either through disinterest or incompatibility, cases where Lockhart couldn't assist even if he'd wanted to.

Consequently, despite his relatively short time among them, Lockhart enjoyed a favorable reputation throughout Kamar-Taj. At minimum, most held a positive impression of him—crucial for ensuring they wouldn't instinctively oppose him. Even neutrality was valuable at this stage.

From here, his strategy was straightforward: cultivate more friends and fewer enemies. Of course, as Supreme Sorcerer, directly courting allies would appear undignified unless the potential ally held exceptional status. This required intermediaries—specifically, the sorcerers already bound to Lockhart's interests who could influence their own circles, gradually shifting neutral parties toward Lockhart's camp.

The process would be remarkably straightforward. After all, Lockhart's position was legitimate, his ascension orthodox. Unlike Doctor Strange in the original timeline, whose claim to the title of Sorcerer Supreme had seemed arbitrary to many, Lockhart had been personally chosen by the Ancient One herself. If Strange hadn't possessed the Eye of Agamotto, few would have acknowledged his authority, leaving Kamar-Taj's power structure fractured.

Even later, when the Sorcerer King emerged as the new Supreme Sorcerer, the unified authority that the Ancient One had commanded remained absent. Lockhart had no intention of replicating Strange's difficulties. His ambitions extended further—to transform both worlds into materials for opening a path to the heavens, literally and figuratively.

Across the banquet hall, Kaecilius raised his glass, observing Lockhart amid his circle of well-wishers. Envy flickered briefly in his heart.

The position of Supreme Sorcerer carried immense weight, and Kaecilius understood Lockhart's methods intimately. While uncertain if Lockhart would eventually match the Ancient One's mastery, Kaecilius knew his friend was no mere figurehead. Lockhart would be a true Supreme Sorcerer, capable of wielding authentic authority over all aspects of Kamar-Taj.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Kaecilius's envy gradually transformed into excitement. His close relationship with Lockhart virtually guaranteed his own advancement. As guardian sorcerer of the New York Sanctum, he would almost certainly be recalled to Kamar-Taj headquarters to serve as a powerful elder in the near future.

As his own influence grew, so too would the resources at his disposal, simultaneously strengthening Lockhart's position. It was the definition of a mutually beneficial arrangement—how could Kaecilius not be thrilled?

He found himself contemplating which position might suit him best upon returning to Kamar-Taj. Elder of Law Enforcement? Elder of Discipline? Elder of Resources? The possibilities were both numerous and appealing.

According to long-standing Kamar-Taj traditions, someone of his age and experience would typically wait many more years before receiving such a prominent headquarters appointment. Without good fortune, he might have ended up like Arnold, guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum, unable to return to headquarters until well into his twilight years.

Thinking of this, Kaecilius spotted Arnold across the hall. Perhaps spring would arrive for Arnold as well, after his long winter. Looking at his counterpart—a guardian sorcerer a full generation older than himself—Kaecilius lifted his glass and began moving toward him.

It stood to reason that Lockhart, as Supreme Sorcerer, would install his trusted allies in key positions throughout the three major sanctums. This would necessitate movement throughout the entire hierarchy. After Kaecilius's promotion, others would rise to fill his vacated position, with Lockhart's people occupying crucial roles, perhaps even assuming his current position as guardian sorcerer.

This pattern would apply equally to Arnold and others. Those present at this banquet were essentially Lockhart's confidants or future colleagues. Arnold, who might otherwise have ended his career in his current position, would likely be recalled to headquarters for an important appointment, furthering Lockhart's control over Kamar-Taj.

"Arnold, how are matters at the London Sanctum these days?" Kaecilius approached, raising his glass in a casual greeting to initiate conversation.

The glasses clinked softly as Arnold took a sip of his red wine, his face brightening with a pleased expression.

"Excellent. The London Sanctum has flourished since we removed that group of traitors," Arnold replied. "We're experiencing our most stable period in centuries, all thanks to the Supreme Sorcerer's efforts!"

In just a few sentences, Arnold had deftly shifted the topic to Lockhart, offering unhesitating praise. In this moment and this setting, commending Lockhart was precisely the right move.

Kaecilius nodded with an approving smile. "Indeed, the Supreme Sorcerer has been exemplary. Our New York Sanctum once faced grave danger, and it was the Supreme Sorcerer who, undaunted by the threat, subdued the Demon God."

There was an unspoken agreement between them as they both consciously referred to Lockhart by his title rather than his name. They traded stories of Lockhart's accomplishments at their respective sanctums, each account more impressive than the last.

"Arnold, what are your plans for the London Sanctum's future development?" Kaecilius subtly guided the conversation toward his intended purpose.

Arnold followed the lead effortlessly. "I haven't formulated concrete plans yet. My primary concern is receiving guidance from the Supreme Sorcerer," he replied diplomatically. "The London Sanctum remains eternally aligned with Kamar-Taj headquarters, always faithful to the Supreme Sorcerer's strategic vision."

Chapter 698: Alliances and Aspirations

"Hahaha..." Kaecilius laughed warmly.

"Of course, the same applies to the New York Sanctum. We follow the Supreme Sorcerer's directives in all matters," he affirmed.

"Indeed..." Arnold nodded in agreement.

Their wine glasses clinked gently as they sipped their red wine, a subtle understanding forming between them. The two men had reached an unspoken covenant in just a few exchanges.

It was an immutable truth that when any organization consolidated power, it inevitably affected others' interests. Everyone attending this banquet could be considered Lockhart's direct supporters—individuals crucial to his future control of Kamar-Taj.

As the saying goes, there can be only one emperor and many courtiers. Yet even among those courtiers, factions inevitably formed. Kaecilius and Arnold both served as guardian sorcerers of their respective sanctums with similar responsibilities, naturally placing them in the same camp. This opportunity to form an alliance against future uncertainties was too valuable to ignore.

Their glasses clinked once more as they took another sip of wine. Kaecilius glanced toward Lockhart, who remained surrounded by well-wishers at the center of the gathering. He raised his glass to Arnold, suggesting they approach Lockhart together for a toast.

Arnold readily agreed. The two walked forward side by side, and the crowd parted respectfully to create a path for them. Soon, they stood before Lockhart.

"Supreme Sorcerer," Arnold began with formal deference, "the London Sanctum plans to host a celebration commemorating our successful exorcism of the Demon God. We await your attendance at your earliest convenience."

His words carried a clear message—the London Sanctum acknowledged Lockhart's authority. Though Arnold's relationship with Lockhart wasn't as close as Kaecilius's, an important foundation existed between them. After all, Lockhart had personally helped suppress the traitors who had infiltrated the London Sanctum. Despite their limited history, this shared experience had created a deeper bond than Arnold had with most other sorcerers.

"Congratulations, Lockhart," Kaecilius offered. "You are truly deserving of the position of Supreme Sorcerer. All sorcerers of the New York Sanctum stand ready as your blades, to cut through any obstacle at your command."

Before this succession, Kaecilius and Lockhart had been close friends—in fact, Kaecilius had been Lockhart's first ally at Kamar-Taj. But friendship was one thing; their changing positions necessitated a reconstruction of that relationship. Kaecilius was no fool. He understood not to emphasize their former camaraderie too strongly in this new dynamic.

The surrounding sorcerers smiled approvingly at these declarations, and Lockhart's face mirrored their pleasure.

"We have a long road ahead," Lockhart responded with measured dignity. "Let us work together toward our bright future. United in purpose, united in power."

While the celebration continued in the grand banquet hall at the center of the Vientiane World, the tea room on the eastern side remained noticeably quieter. Few sorcerers lingered in this space, leaving it almost exclusively to the service automatons.

In Study Room 001, Grindelwald sat alone, quietly drinking tea. He showed no signs of impatience, simply sitting in contemplative silence. With each sip, he closed his eyes as if savoring the tea's subtle complexities or engaging in light meditation.

As Lockhart's personal study, the room was stocked with only the finest teas—many gifts from Master Ancient One herself. Teas valued by the Ancient One invariably possessed special qualities, with meditation enhancement being among the least of their properties.

For ordinary sorcerers, such teas offered genuine assistance. For beings of Grindelwald and Lockhart's caliber, however, they were primarily appreciated for their taste. When one's power reached a certain threshold, mere tea leaves could no longer facilitate growth. Only significant cosmic opportunities could spark a new transformation.

Since his self-imposed imprisonment, Grindelwald had been waiting for change, searching for possibilities of transcendence. Now, that wait had ended. The emergence of a new world had opened a glorious door for his ambitions.

As Grindelwald meditated with closed eyes, the sound of the study door opening interrupted his thoughts.

Click! Click!

Lockhart entered the study with measured steps.

"Congratulations, Lockhart!" Grindelwald looked up and offered his felicitations to the man across from him. "The new Supreme Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj... I must say, your capabilities are truly remarkable."

When Grindelwald had first heard of Lockhart's appointment, he had dismissed it as an implausible rumor. Only after confirmation did he accept the astonishing truth. Though shocked, he couldn't help but feel admiration.

Kamar-Taj, with its thousands of years of history and power sufficient to potentially overwhelm the entire wizarding world, had fallen under Lockhart's leadership in less than three years—starting from nothing to attain its highest position. This achievement was so extraordinary that Grindelwald wouldn't have believed it possible, even in fiction.

He was certain that even his old friend Dumbledore would be internally stunned by such news. However, befitting his status as a former leader himself, Grindelwald's psychological resilience exceeded that of ordinary sorcerers. After the initial shock subsided, he had regained his composure.

Lockhart, for his part, seemed unconcerned with Grindelwald's reactions. Such details were irrelevant to his current focus.

"Grindelwald, what progress have you made with our matter?" Lockhart asked, his tone calm but expectant.

"Lockhart, I investigated the location you specified, but found nothing of significance," Grindelwald reported. "It was merely an abandoned factory, with no clues beyond some homeless children taking shelter there. I thoroughly examined the spatial environment as well—it's completely stable, showing no anomalies."

Upon hearing this, Lockhart sighed deeply. It seemed that acquiring the Reality Stone would require following the original timeline after all. They would need to wait for the convergence of the Nine Realms to locate any trace of the Reality Stone.

A pity. If he could have secured the Reality Stone now, he could have returned to the wizarding world immediately, making everything far more certain.

Lockhart acknowledged Grindelwald's report with a nod, indicating his understanding.

"Lockhart, when do you plan to return to the wizarding world?" Grindelwald asked directly before Lockhart could speak further.

Their previous contract had concluded. Grindelwald's assistance had been transactional, with the ultimate goal of returning to the wizarding world to implement certain plans.

"Don't worry, it will be soon," Lockhart replied after brief calculation. "Within the next two weeks, I expect."

A faint smile appeared on Grindelwald's face at this news. He could finally go home. Upon their return, the plans he had been nurturing could finally be set in motion.

Suddenly, Lockhart spoke again. "Grindelwald, there's a friend I'd like to introduce to you."

With a casual wave of his hand, the teahouse door slowly opened to reveal a figure both familiar and unfamiliar.

Familiar, because Grindelwald recognized the face immediately. Unfamiliar, because they had barely interacted, exchanging only a few words in passing.

The newcomer was none other than Kaecilius.

Chapter 699: The Twin Faces

Upon seeing Kaecilius's familiar face, Grindelwald felt a jolt of shock, though his expression remained impeccably composed. His thoughts raced as he observed Lockhart's enigmatic smile.

He had known this encounter was inevitable. When he'd first discovered that Kaecilius bore an uncanny resemblance to himself, Grindelwald had immediately suspected they were counterparts from parallel worlds. This theory had prompted him to gather extensive information about Kaecilius, including his relationship with Lockhart.

His investigation had confirmed his initial suspicion. In the wizarding world, what he had glimpsed through the Eye of Destiny hadn't been his future self as he'd once believed, but rather Kaecilius from this alternate reality. Their identical appearances had created a profound misunderstanding. This also explained why Lockhart had been so startled upon their first meeting, resolving a persistent question in Grindelwald's mind.

None of that mattered now, though. The critical question was why Lockhart had orchestrated this meeting between them—and why now, in this particular setting.

There could be only one answer: Lockhart was preparing to reveal the existence of the wizarding world to Kamar-Taj.

No, "reveal" wasn't quite the right word. After all, Lockhart was now the Supreme Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj, its legitimate leader. How could his actions be characterized as a revelation or, more accusingly, a betrayal? This was more akin to bringing his people back to his homeland—a homecoming, a return.

Meanwhile, Kaecilius stared at the uncovered Grindelwald with a mixture of shock and alarm. He recognized Grindelwald—they had met before—but not with this appearance. To now see someone wearing his own face was deeply unsettling.

Kaecilius resisted the urge to cast a protective spell, instead looking to Lockhart for explanation. If his friend had summoned him here, there must be a significant reason, especially concerning someone who had somehow adopted his appearance.

His immediate assumption was that Lockhart had assigned him some special, confidential task, necessitating another person to temporarily assume his likeness. This seemed the most rational explanation. Surely this couldn't be some elaborate jest—Lockhart had just assumed leadership of Kamar-Taj and faced far too many pressing matters for such trivialities.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Lockhart gestured for him to take a seat. Kaecilius settled beside Grindelwald, unable to resist studying the man's features more closely.

Aside from their drastically different bearing, their appearances were indeed nearly identical. One notable difference was their hair—Kaecilius's brown contrasted with Grindelwald's white. The disguise, if that's what it was, seemed incomplete.

Surreptitiously, Kaecilius activated the sling ring on his hand, attempting to detect whatever magic Grindelwald had employed to assume his likeness. To his surprise, he detected no magical signature whatsoever.

After brief consideration, he nodded slightly to himself. Of course—any effective disguise spell would conceal its magical traces. If such magic were easily detectable, what purpose would disguise serve?

Grindelwald sensed Kaecilius's magical probing but merely smiled, saying nothing. He could easily guess Kaecilius's thoughts, but considered the explanation Lockhart's responsibility.

"Kaecilius, this is Grindelwald. You've met before," Lockhart stated as Grindelwald offered a cordial nod that Kaecilius automatically returned.

"The difference is that he was disguised during your previous encounter. This is his true appearance."

Hearing this, Kaecilius couldn't help but scrutinize Grindelwald again, disbelief evident in his eyes. How could this possibly be his real appearance? Could they be long-lost brothers? He quickly dismissed this absurd notion, turning to Lockhart with an expectant gaze, awaiting clarification.

They couldn't actually be brothers... could they?

"Kaecilius, I understand your surprise," Lockhart acknowledged. "Nevertheless, what I've told you is the truth. Honestly, I was equally astonished when I first encountered Grindelwald."

A distant look crossed Lockhart's face as he recalled their initial confrontation in a snow-covered landscape. The surprise had indeed been considerable.

Kaecilius waited patiently for Lockhart to emerge from his reminiscence. Years of combat experience had taught him the value of composure.

When Lockhart's focus returned, he continued, "Kaecilius, do you recall our first meeting? My personal introduction then?"

Kaecilius nodded, indicating he remembered.

"I explained that I had accidentally arrived in this world through spatial magic," Lockhart continued. "I mentioned settling in New York with hopes of meeting sorcerers of this new world to exchange resources and knowledge. That's how we became acquainted, which eventually led to my joining Kamar-Taj."

Lockhart's tone carried a note of nostalgia, and Kaecilius nodded slightly, memories of their first encounter surfacing in his mind.

"Kaecilius, after being transported to this world, I continuously sought ways to return to my original realm," Lockhart revealed. "Fortunately for me, I succeeded!"

What?

How is that possible?

Incredulity flooded Kaecilius's thoughts. As guardian sorcerer of the New York Sanctum, he understood the fundamentals of interdimensional travel. Kamar-Taj utilized the three sanctums to maintain Earth's most sophisticated magical barrier, protecting the planet from unwanted intrusions.

Certainly, spatial anomalies occasionally allowed demons from hell or sorcerers from other realms to accidentally reach Earth. However, once arrived, departure was virtually impossible. Was the protective magic array of Kamar-Taj truly so ineffectual? To come and go at will would render Earth effectively unprotected.

One of the primary functions of the three sanctums was precisely to stabilize dimensional boundaries, preventing unauthorized passages to other realms from forming on Earth. While arriving on Earth through chance was conceivable, departing by any means other than Kamar-Taj's designated pathways was theoretically impossible.

This was precisely why no one at Kamar-Taj had been overly concerned about Lockhart's origins. Once here, departure seemed impossible—a life commitment to Kamar-Taj, bound by contract until death.

Though Kaecilius harbored profound skepticism regarding Lockhart's claims, he remained silent, awaiting further explanation.

"Kaecilius, upon discovering a path home, I naturally returned to my world," Lockhart continued. "A substantial portion of the resources in the Vientiane World originates from my realm. Grindelwald himself comes from my world as well."

Kaecilius frowned, instinctively disbelieving what he was hearing. Yet he had to acknowledge that the resources Lockhart had initially provided had been remarkably abundant. The prevailing theory had been that Lockhart possessed considerable wealth, perhaps even a small pocket dimension containing his students and various materials.

His doubts had seemingly been resolved when he'd entered Lockhart's magical suitcase. After all, they came from different worlds—perhaps the spatial technology and magic of Lockhart's realm were indeed superior.

Naturally, Lockhart hadn't been foolish enough to reveal his ability to travel between worlds at that time. The magical suitcase had provided a plausible explanation, obviating the need for further disclosure.

But circumstances had changed. Lockhart now possessed only one opportunity to travel to the wizarding world, and as the new Supreme Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj, he would be a fool not to leverage this situation.

Of course, transporting all of Kamar-Taj's sorcerers to the Harry Potter world was impractical. However, bringing his most loyal followers, recently recruited apprentices, and promising talents would cement their loyalty irrevocably. This brief window of interdimensional travel offered a perfect opportunity to consolidate his authority.

Lockhart harbored no delusions that his succession to leadership had convinced all of Kamar-Taj's sorcerers. His future plans would inevitably face opposition from traditionalists and conservatives. He could clearly foresee that complete control of Kamar-Taj might eventually require blood sacrifice. Therefore, this singular opportunity for interdimensional travel had to be utilized to maximum effect.

Throughout this exchange, Grindelwald listened silently. From the perspective of an ordinary wizard, Lockhart's actions would undoubtedly constitute betrayal—bringing not just one or two people, but potentially dozens from another dimension into the wizarding world. Such an action could easily be interpreted as an invasion, a treacherous undermining of wizarding security.

Had Dumbledore been present, he would undoubtedly have confronted Lockhart immediately. For the safety of the wizarding world, future troubles were best addressed before they manifested.

But Grindelwald harbored different concerns. He recognized that for Lockhart, control of Kamar-Taj represented a foothold in this new world, with the wizarding world serving as his secure base of operations. And any base required stability—one couldn't fight on the front lines while chaos erupted behind.

Therefore, Lockhart needed complete control of the wizarding world to further solidify his position in Kamar-Taj and expand his influence in this new dimension. This trajectory seemed inevitable unless Lockhart were to die.

Though Grindelwald understood this logic, he remained skeptical of Lockhart's approach. True, the world-consciousness of the wizarding realm was relatively passive. Yet he recalled how Voldemort had nearly achieved invincibility with the world's blessing. Despite Lockhart's best efforts, he had never managed to strike a decisive blow against the Dark Lord.

If the world-consciousness targeted someone directly, Grindelwald believed that even the dimensional gods of this new realm couldn't escape its judgment. Regardless of its flaws, the wizarding world still outclassed most gods in raw power. Having experienced the partial blessing of the world-consciousness himself, Grindelwald could only marvel at the vast power accumulated over countless years.

In the eyes of world-consciousness, Lockhart's actions constituted naked betrayal. How could it not react? Indeed, the consciousness had likely already targeted him—why else would Lockhart be moving with such urgency?

Through the Eye of Destiny, Grindelwald had formed certain theories, but kept them to himself. The relationship between them wasn't as amicable as it might appear, and the conclusion of their contract meant Grindelwald had fulfilled his obligation to access this new world. He had no desire to involve himself in the brewing conflict between Lockhart and the wizarding realm.

Grindelwald had established his own ambitions: exploring the vast cosmos and its diverse civilizations, with their unique magical systems, technologies, and power structures. This path offered more than enough challenges on his road to godhood—a journey in which he maintained absolute confidence.

"Kaecilius, I understand your confusion about my ability to return to my world despite the sanctums' barriers," Lockhart continued. "I can tell you that I achieved interdimensional travel through a secret artifact."

Kaecilius listened attentively, eyes narrowed. Based on his understanding of Lockhart, such forthright disclosure seemed uncharacteristic. An uneasy feeling began to form in his mind.

"However," Lockhart qualified, "traveling between worlds exacts a price. No artifact permits unlimited interdimensional passage without consequences."

Grindelwald's sense of foreboding intensified.

Lockhart extended his right hand, raising a single finger as he addressed both men. "According to my calculations, the artifact in its current state can support only two more interdimensional transits—essentially, one round trip."

Grindelwald, who had maintained his composure while resolving to remain uninvolved, frowned deeply. Beside him, Kaecilius's expression shifted, a hint of excitement flickering across his face.

"Lockhart, is there any method to restore its power?" Grindelwald asked, aware of Kaecilius's presence.

Kaecilius also looked expectantly toward Lockhart. It must be said that Lockhart's explanation seemed reasonable, dispelling many of his doubts. The sanctums maintained their protective function; even a powerful artifact required significant energy for interdimensional travel.

"No, we have only one final opportunity," Lockhart stated with calm finality, clearly intending to leave Grindelwald no hope.

He quickly added, however, "It's not entirely impossible. After I advance to the next power level, I might study or replicate the artifact's functions to potentially enable future travel. With my current abilities and knowledge, though, this problem remains beyond my scope."

Grindelwald's dissatisfaction was palpable, but beside him, Kaecilius's enthusiasm visibly grew.

"Lockhart, whatever you require of me, you need only ask," Kaecilius declared fervently. "The New York Sanctum stands ready to fulfill the Supreme Sorcerer's every command!"

Chapter 700: The Countdown

In the Bamboo Forest Tea Room of Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One sat serenely on a bamboo mat, pouring tea for Lockhart who sat opposite her.

Lockhart didn't touch his tea. Instead, he gazed at the Supreme Sorcerer and asked softly, "Master Supreme, when do you plan to depart? Is there anything I can do for you?" Though his voice remained calm, an unmistakable heaviness permeated his tone.

The Ancient One filled her own cup, raised it, and drank the tea in a single swallow.

"I have one month remaining," she replied gently. "Do as you see fit. Don't concern yourself with me—focus on what you must accomplish." She offered a reassuring smile. "Since I've entrusted Kamar-Taj to you, you must have confidence in yourself."

Lockhart nodded without speaking. In truth, he had always deeply respected this elder. She had taught and guided him without reservation. Though she had her own motives, he harbored little resentment—if he had truly objected, no amount of persuasion from the Ancient One would have swayed him.

Now, watching his mentor prepare to distance herself from him completely to become an eternal Holy Spirit, he felt a peculiar emptiness.

Of course, serving the eternal creation gods of the multiverse was a privilege many deities could only dream of. With eternity as one's patron, few dangers remained. Yet despite these advantages, Lockhart knew the Ancient One was profoundly reluctant in her heart.

He would feel the same in her position. After fighting against gods for so long, to ultimately serve the supreme deity and become its disciple seemed a cruel irony. What was that, if not defeat?

If Lockhart could escape such a fate, he would never willingly become the believer or servant of any god. Without autonomy, what remained of the self?

If the Ancient One truly became the Holy Spirit of Eternity, then should Eternity wish to attack Earth, the Ancient One would be compelled to participate in the assault. She could not refuse—she could only accept, perhaps even with manufactured joy. Becoming a Holy Spirit meant complete surrender, body and soul.

How could one possibly remain true to oneself under such circumstances? At best, she would become another entity with her memories, retaining perhaps some echo of her emotional influences. In Lockhart's view, if one couldn't escape such a fate, there was little difference between that and death itself.

As these thoughts raced through his mind, Lockhart hesitated, preparing to speak. Before he could voice his thoughts, however, the Ancient One gently shook her head.

"Lockhart, I know what you wish to say," she interrupted softly. "I cannot make that promise. I signed a covenant with Eternity—this is my destination. I have faith in your abilities. Earth's future now rests in your hands."

Lockhart paused, then nodded gravely, falling silent.

He had intended to invite the Ancient One to accompany him to the wizarding world. Given the differential time flow between the two realms, such a journey would certainly buy her additional time to perhaps discover a solution to her predicament. Even if that proved impossible, remaining in the wizarding world might isolate her from Eternity's pursuit—a preferable alternative.

Yet the Ancient One had declined, likely for multiple reasons, with Earth's safety being paramount among them. After all, if Eternity's wrath descended upon the Ancient One for her betrayal, the planet would suffer. Who then could protect it?

Lockhart said nothing further. The two seemed to understand each other perfectly without words.

After drinking another cup of tea poured by the Ancient One, Lockhart rose and bowed deeply.

"Supreme Sorcerer, rest assured that the future Kamar-Taj will not disappoint you. I will fulfill your vision. Kamar-Taj will always remain your home."

Meanwhile, in the Vientiane World, a flurry of activity created an atmosphere of controlled chaos.

Grindelwald's acolytes, Lockhart's students, Kamar-Taj sorcerers, and countless automated assistants shuttled back and forth throughout the realm. They moved with purpose, carrying various containers, artifacts, and space-extension bags before them, behind them, or clutched in their hands.

The items they transported represented the full spectrum of magical resources—precious and mundane alike, nothing was overlooked. The scene resembled a massive evacuation, as if every resource were being systematically packed and removed.

Kaecilius stood in the eastern warehouse of the Vientiane World, observing the dense throng of sorcerers moving like industrious ants. They entered the warehouse, deposited their collected resources, then departed swiftly to gather more.

A profound sense of wonder crossed his features. Never in his life had he witnessed such an abundance of magical resources. The entirety of the sorcerers' resource realms had been meticulously harvested, preserved, and transported here without damaging their original environments.

The purpose? Kaecilius now understood.

To be entrusted with overseeing such a fortune would tempt anyone with less integrity. Yet Kaecilius was no shortsighted opportunist. Lockhart's extraordinary investment and mobilization of resources suggested ambitions far beyond the obvious. Though Lockhart hadn't explicitly stated his ultimate goal, Kaecilius had formed theories based on his understanding of the man.

These speculations only heightened his excitement and dedication to the task.

As these thoughts occupied him, a small elf flew through the distant warehouse entrance, approaching him swiftly.

"Lord Kaecilius," the creature announced, its wings beating rapidly, "the master requests your presence in the central tower's conference room."

As it finished speaking, the elf's eyes—situated strangely on its back—seemed to summon something. A moment later, a shimmering silver-white spatial doorway materialized before Kaecilius.

Through the portal, he could clearly see a conference room at the pinnacle of Vientiane World's central tower. Beyond the expansive windows, towering structures pierced the distant sky, intertwining with white clouds.

Unsurprised by the dramatic transport, Kaecilius stepped directly through the doorway.

The conference room was elegantly minimalist, dominated by a long table occupying its center. Kaecilius found a seat near the front and settled in quietly.

Almost immediately, additional silver-white portals began appearing around the room. Various wizards and sorcerers emerged, each taking their place at the conference table. To Kaecilius, all were familiar faces—Grindelwald, Ian, Wanda, Mordo, Arnold, and others. Each represented Lockhart's inner circle, his direct lineage of followers.

Within minutes, the thirty-seat conference table was occupied by twenty-nine individuals. Only the head seat remained vacant.

An expectant silence fell over the assembly, with no one initiating conversation. All eyes focused on the empty chair at the table's head.

Lockhart finally appeared, standing before the main seat. He surveyed the gathered students, friends, and subordinates who lined both sides of the conference table.

"Everyone," he began, his voice resonant and clear, "I've summoned you here today to share two critical announcements—one favorable, one unfortunate."

The assembly listened with rapt attention.

"Let me first deliver the difficult news." Lockhart paused, his tone becoming heavier. "The Ancient One, original Supreme Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj, will succumb to illness in seven days. The responsibility of resisting the Dimensional Demon Gods will soon fall entirely to us."

At this revelation, Kaecilius appeared momentarily stunned, as if unable to process what he'd heard. Before he could voice his questions, however, Lockhart continued with his second announcement.

"And now for the more promising news," he declared. "In seven days, our world arrival plan will officially commence."