[Marvel's Hogwarts Professor] Chapter 591 - 595

Chapter 591: Dream World

Boom!

Ian, Remy, and others waved their wands one after another, releasing spells at the ferocious and dark hell monster on the opposite side.

There was a loud bang, the dark blue sea of thunder enveloped the hell monster, and the majestic magical power dispersed around.

In an instant, a burning smell filled the surroundings.

A moment later, the group—Ian, Remy, and the others—stared expressionlessly at the corpse of the hell monster that had been torn into pieces in front of them.

Buzz!

"..."

In the void, a large number of complex and mysterious crimson rune patterns emerged.

On the opposite side, Wanda waved the magic wand in her hand, and the chaotic magical energy surged out of her body, constructing the spells she was pursuing one by one.

Mysterious crimson patterns covered the corpse of the hell monster, and Wanda's black eyes instantly turned dark red.

In her sight, lines of various colors appeared—silvery white, gold, red, black, and others—each with different auras.

Strange stood to the side with the London Sanctum Sorcerer who was following him, looking at the scene in front of them.

Surprise flashed in his eyes.

Not because of her age, nor because of the magic she performed.

But her aura at this moment was really difficult to describe in words. It was kind of sacred, but also had a hint of depravity.

Order and chaos were one and the same.

This strange and powerful aura was unmistakable.

Chaos magic!

Strange shouted silently in his heart.

There was no doubt that what Wanda was casting at this moment was chaos magic.

This was what he had been pursuing for some time.

Not long ago, he had returned to the London Sanctum and was about to discuss something with Master Arnold, but he saw Lockhart.

Only then did he learn that Lockhart had joined the London Sanctum as a law enforcer, responsible for supervising some affairs.

To be honest, after learning this, Strange was surprised but felt that it was natural.

Because he had heard a lot about Lockhart's deeds when he was studying at Kamar-Taj—his world of all things, his battle with Dormammu, his contribution during the dimensional invasion, and so on.

Everything seemed to make perfect sense.

Lockhart did not interfere with the operation of the London Sanctum. He only did one thing: whenever there was a combat mission in the London Sanctum involving abnormal energy fluctuations, he would send his disciples or people from the Vientiane World to follow and help.

Just like now.

They had discovered some hell monsters invading, but before they could take action, the people of the Vientiane World had already dealt with them.

Of course, their purpose wasn't purely altruistic, or in other words, they were there for...

"No, this time it should be an accident."

"There are no other factors mixed into it."

"It should have nothing to do with the fallen sorcerers."

The rune patterns emerging from the void gradually retracted, and the magical energy in Wanda's body returned to normal.

After hearing Wanda's analysis, Ian, Vera, and others nodded to express their understanding.

However, Remy frowned and said, "That shouldn't be the case. The frequency of hell monsters appearing recently is too high."

"I've seen previous battle records from the London Sanctum, and they've never been this frequent."

"It's clear there's an anomaly."

In response to what Remy said, the sorcerer from Kamar-Taj also nodded.

To be honest, everyone felt something was wrong.

But no one had found a clue.

This normal yet abnormal state had caused confusion among many sorcerers.

Remy raised the question, but still had no answer.

Ian, Wanda, and the others had just arrived in London, so they didn't know what to say.

As for the Kamar-Taj sorcerer, although he had been in London for a long time, he didn't seem to have any valid information.

In the end, they reached no conclusion.

Late at night, the bright moonlight shone on the city of London.

As one of the largest cities in the world, London was still brightly lit at night.

There was no doubt that, like New York and Hong Kong, it was also a city that never slept.

It seemed that on such a night, sleeping was a wasteful thing.

The real nightlife had just begun.

Neon lights were flashing and pedestrians on the roads were cheering.

High in the sky, several figures stood seemingly out of thin air, staring at the never-sleeping city below.

"How's the progress?" one figure suddenly asked.

"Very good. Britain's foundation is still very strong. Although it is not as good as New York, the desire it contains is also extremely powerful."

"It's enough to be used as a sacrifice!" a sorcerer slightly behind explained. "I believe that it won't be long before all the transformations are completed."

"It's better not to take it lightly," Master David, who was standing at the front, said. "Recently, the London Sanctum has been dispatched more and more frequently. Be careful not to let them find any traces."

"Haha!" A sorcerer next to him sneered. "They're looking in the wrong direction, and now all their energy is focused on the dimensional gap."

"I'm afraid by the time they find out what the real problem is, we'll already be finished."

"You still have to be careful," Master David was silent for a moment and said calmly. "The more critical the moment, the more calm you have to be."

"Lockhart and people from the Vientiane World have recently joined in."

"If we are not careful, we will be caught by them, and then we will be on the defensive."

Master David warned again, his tone becoming colder: "If there is an accident, no matter who it is, we can only cut off the arm to save the body."

Upon hearing this, all the sorcerers present looked stern, and their whole bodies became slightly tense.

It seemed they understood what David meant. If anyone was caught or there was a possibility of leaking information, then there was only one outcome—death.

In the magical world, there were many means to ensure that this operation was carried out without compromise.

For example, magical contracts, curses, and other bindings.

Seeing the changes in the expressions of these companions, David couldn't help but nod slightly.

A key opportunity often came only once.

What if there was an accident?

Others would become wary.

Then, who knew how many years it would be until the next chance?

At this moment, suddenly...

A strange mental fluctuation suddenly emerged and spread continuously.

David, who was standing high in the sky, seemed to sense something, and his expression changed drastically.

"Let's go back to the Castle of Dusk. There's been an accident."

David shouted sharply, and in an instant, his whole body turned into dark yellow light particles, which spread in all directions immediately, and then disappeared.

Several fallen sorcerers nearby seemed to feel this huge and strange spiritual power, and their faces turned grim.

They looked at each other—no need to communicate—each using their own means to escape from this place.

At this time, the terrifying and immense spiritual power spread from London to the surrounding areas.

The originally noisy and lively city gradually became quiet and silent.

The lights remained as usual, as if nothing had changed in this city that never slept.

The only thing that changed was that the whole city became eerily silent.

At this moment, London was shrouded in this huge strange spiritual power—no, it should be said that it was shrouded in the power of dreams.

A huge dream world had arrived in London!

Chapter 592: The Dream Analysis

Bustling! Silence!

These are two words that are supposed to be in opposition to each other.

At this moment, they appeared at the same time, which even made people feel strange.

The vast London, looking down from a high altitude, was brightly lit, bustling, and crowded with pedestrians. It was worthy of the title of the city that never sleeps.

However, if you looked closely...

You would find that this city did not seem to emit even a trace of sound. Even the sound of mechanical broadcasts seemed to be completely swallowed up by an invisible force.

Pedestrians on the road continued to behave as before.

Those who shouted, those who shopped, those who cooked on street grills, those who ate at restaurants.

Everything seemed to be normal, but there was no sound in this normality.

It gave people a creepy feeling in their hearts.

At this time, any sane person could walk up to any human being in this city.

Everyone would clearly find that their eyes seemed a little confused and their movements were a little stiff.

Just like...

A puppet or a dream.

Not aware of it, not aware of it.

It seemed that all actions were controlled by the subconscious mind.

The city retained its original signs to a certain extent.

"Link to destiny, link to spiritual ocean, link."

"Dream Power Scanning"

"Searching for the power of destiny"

"Magic Information Analysis"

"Space barrier comparison"

"..."

"There is nothing unusual about the East End."

"Two anomalies were found in the Western District."

"Three found in the South District."

"One found in the North District."

"..."

At this moment, any sorcerer staying in London would find a huge and strange spiritual power stirring at a high frequency.

There was order in the agitation, not chaotic at all, but methodical.

Like a machine, it continued to scan the entire city over and over again. It was very subtle and very fascinating.

Cover the 1st pass and the 2nd pass.

Scan the 3rd and 4th times.

In just one minute, it had been scanned no less than 50 times from various angles.

"Three spatial weaknesses have been discovered in the Eastern District and are being tracked."

"The fate of fifty people in the West District has changed. Analyze the source of the anomaly."

"Five traces of chaotic magic appear in the southern area."

"..."

The power of dreams was magical. It could simulate various powers, magic, spiritual power, dark power, light power, destiny power, and more.

And with the huge power of dreams, it enveloped the entire city, transforming into various strange forces that constantly resonated, scanned, analyzed, and compared.

At this moment, a huge amount of information continued to gather in the center of the London Sanctum.

In the hall of the London Sanctum, many top sorcerers were intently watching the light screen emerging in front of them.

Through the systematic arrangement of Dream Spirit, various analysis results were constantly refreshed on the light screen like a waterfall of information.

Magic track routes, London maps, cloud and rain patterns, space fluctuations.

All kinds of extraordinary and non-extraordinary information constantly flashed on the light screen.

Almost every second, hundreds of pieces of information resurfaced and then were swiped down.

Ordinary people would just look dazzled.

But whoever was present was basically a mentally powerful sorcerer, and even the weakest one was a genius like Strange.

Every minute and every second, he had a clear view of the information flashing on the light screen, and he was also doing intense calculations and deductions in his mind, as if trying to find any abnormalities.

After being immersed in analysis for two or three minutes, Strange couldn't stand it anymore. His face was now red, as if he was drunk, or his brain was running at high speed.

He now felt that his spirit seemed to be a little slow and his consciousness was a little stuck, like a computer overloaded with data.

He had to exit the state of analysis, and at the same time cast magic on his brain to relax a bit.

The data was simply too huge and too messy.

He read a lot of information and couldn't understand its function at all.

But he still forced himself to remember.

Because even if you don't know some information now, you may be able to use it later.

At the same time, he watched the status of other sorcerers.

But he found that many sorcerers looked as usual, staring at the light screen in front of them without saying a word, as if they were completely immersed in it.

Strange could only be amazed; they were indeed sorcerers who had practiced for many years.

When he set his sights on Lockhart, who was standing at the front, he found that the other person did not seem to be focusing on the light screen, but instead smiled at him.

In an instant, like a mouse seeing a cat, he withdrew his eyes and continued to focus on the light screen with its mixed information.

At this moment, Lockhart, after looking around for a while, continued to close his eyes.

Mental power communicated with the spirit of dreams, and after filtering, important information continuously appeared in his mind.

The fate of ordinary people, the abnormal fluctuations of magic power gathering points, and the active trajectory of chaotic magic.

While exploring the traces of the fallen sorcerer, he gained a more comprehensive understanding of the London Sanctum, London as a whole, and even the movement of the earth.

Yes, when the traces of the fallen sorcerer could not be detected by ordinary means, he discussed with the guardian sorcerer Arnold and used his own methods to conduct an all-round search.

The movement may have been a bit loud, but with Lockhart's persuasion and Arnold's vigilance about potential dangers, he finally chose to proceed.

Lockhart chose to bring his dream world to London, trying to analyze any possible traces of the fallen sorcerer from all angles.

Of course, this comprehensive analysis would undoubtedly enhance Lockhart's understanding of the Marvel world.

Lockhart had also experienced the advent of dreams in the Harry Potter world before, so he naturally understood the benefits of doing so.

However, the movement was too loud and unusually obvious.

Just like now, there were abnormalities all over London. Ordinary people might not be able to detect the traces, but extraordinary people, particularly sorcerers, would find it impossible not to notice them.

This was why he conferred with the London Sanctum and even cast spells in their presence.

Because if you were not careful, you could easily be led into evil ways.

After all, at first glance, Lockhart's current approach was almost the same as that of Dormammu.

It's just that one was trying to bring his own dimension to the earth and then devour it.

Lockhart, on the other hand, brought his dream world to a city on Earth, analyzed it, and digested it at the information level.

"Ding, 50% of the power of the dream has been consumed, reaching the warning line."

"It will be over in 10 seconds."

"All data will be saved simultaneously and stored in the dream database."

"10, 9, 8..."

Buzz!

A vague fluctuation spread outward, seeming to be releasing some kind of message.

At the same time, the majestic power of the dream began to shrink to the center, and the originally silent city began to become noisy.

It didn't take long, only about 10 minutes.

As the data above the light screen paused, the sorcerers present began to come to their senses, and Lockhart also opened his eyes.

The joy in his eyes also flashed with a hint of physical pain.

In 10 minutes, nearly half of Lockhart's dream power was consumed. This was a continuation of what he had saved during his time in the Harry Potter world.

He had plundered almost the entire world.

It had to be said that the farm machinery in the Marvel world was better than that in Harry Potter.

Of course, the rewards were also great.

"The great creator of the dream world, the recent traces of the fallen sorcerer have been sorted out and compiled into an action roadmap, please check it out."

Chapter 593: The Fallen Sorcerers' Plan

Vast! Magnificent! Shocking!

Although Lockhart said in advance that the movement would be somewhat large, covering the entire London, the guardian sorcerer had already made preparations in his mind.

However.

Although it only lasted 10 minutes, what happened in front of him gave Arnold, the guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum, a great shock.

He asked himself, with his current strength, he seemed unable to create such a powerful effect.

When he was first enveloped by such a majestic dream power, his hair stood on end.

It was as if he had been dissected cleanly from the inside out.

Immediately, he summoned his magical power and enveloped himself, feeling somewhat safer.

And next, he saw a massive amount of information emerging on the light screen.

Arnold had to wonder, was he a little too old?

Why did he feel like he was behind an era?

Did sorcerers today have so many tricks?

Looking for traces of the fallen sorcerer was not only done with such a large formation, but more importantly, it was done with such delicacy.

Yes, it was exquisite.

Delicate and clever!

Instead of relying on huge energy to search rigidly, they collected information through various means and compared and analyzed it.

This process reminded Arnold of technology among ordinary people.

Like a computer.

Even though he was nearly a hundred years old, he could still keep up with the trends of the times.

In the past hundred years, almost every step of technological development had been under his sight.

Although in his eyes, compared to magic, technology had various shortcomings.

But there were still advantages.

For example, their careful thinking, logic that implied rules, and so forth.

Therefore, Arnold could be regarded as having a certain understanding of technology.

As for Lockhart, everything he did just now undoubtedly showed that the other party also had more in-depth research in science.

What happens when magic is empowered by science?

He didn't have any impression in his mind. He had even tried it before, but found that the two did not seem to be closely related or even seemed to conflict.

However, what he saw now gave him an answer.

To be honest, with his strong mental power, it was a bit overwhelming after seeing such a large amount of information surfacing for the first time.

However, he soon adapted.

At the same time, watching the massive amounts of information continue to emerge, he tried to thoroughly analyze all the space, time, energy trajectories, and more in London.

Even information related to the London Sanctum appeared repeatedly in it.

This made him feel fearful, which was an instinct as a guardian sorcerer.

He had to admit that in the entire London Sanctum, no one seemed to be able to beat Lockhart at this moment, including himself.

"Lockhart, what's the finding?"

Arnold walked to Lockhart's side, looked into his dark green eyes, and asked calmly.

There was such a big movement just now. Even though he got his permission, he guaranteed that Kamar-Taj would also send someone to inquire.

After all, the movement was indeed quite substantial.

Therefore, it was best to see results, which could at least serve as a justification.

"I found a lot of useful information," Lockhart replied affirmatively.

At the same time, the wand in his hand was slightly raised, and he gently pulled it out directly from his temple.

A silvery-white thread of memory slowly emerged.

Then, he made a slight circle with the wand in his hand, and the silver-white memory thread condensed into a ball of silver light.

With the wand waving, the ball of memory light slowly fell in front of Arnold.

As if he was no stranger to this, Arnold stretched his right hand forward and slowly closed his eyes, as if reading some kind of information.

Buzz!

In an instant, information flooded into his mind one after another, and Arnold frowned.

Because there seemed to be a lot of anomalies.

Especially in the past month or two, London had shown signs of chaos.

If it weren't for the information provided by Lockhart, he wouldn't even know that more than 50,000 people had disappeared in London in the past two months.

In two months, 50,000 people disappeared.

Not a single rumor was leaked.

One could imagine how powerful the mastermind behind the scenes was in the UK.

"Master Arnold, what we did just now made a lot of noise. I believe the fallen sorcerers also sensed it."

While Master Arnold was thinking, Lockhart was also analyzing and saying: "There is a very high probability that they will temporarily avoid it, and they will come out to commit crimes again when the situation calms down."

"This period of time is the most precious time we can gain."

"If in the near future, we can catch that group of them."

"Then I believe that these fallen sorcerers can't change the world."

Hearing this, Master Arnold paused and seemed to be thinking about something.

"What do we need to do?"

Having said all that, didn't they just need help from the London Sanctum?

"London is very big, as you can see. There are many anomalies. It is difficult for my people to investigate them all, and it is easy to waste time."

"For the fallen sorcerers, the sooner they are caught, the better, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

Arnold was silent about Lockhart's request.

He wanted to refuse, but didn't know how to say it.

After all, the London Sanctum also had its own responsibilities, and it was impossible to mobilize all its forces just to capture the fallen sorcerers.

However, when he thought about it again, within a month, nearly 50,000 people had disappeared quietly without any news.

Arnold couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

"Yes, Lockhart, the London Sanctum will give you full support."

Castle of Dusk.

In the unknown space, majestic and chaotic energy stirred against each other.

The ancient castle located in the center had a deep yellow glow on its surface, and the majestic power of Dormammu clung to its exterior.

Any turbulent energy that approached its immediate vicinity became peaceful.

Then it flowed into the center and slowly disappeared.

It seemed that this ancient castle suppressed and continuously absorbed and transformed the chaotic energy in this space.

At this moment, in the hall of the old castle, fallen sorcerers wearing black robes gathered together, their voices were a little noisy, and they seemed to be discussing and arguing about something.

"London will be very dangerous next. I suggest abandoning London and developing from surrounding cities. After all, there are sacrifices everywhere."

"We must not leave London. London is one of the three weakest points in space in the world. Offering sacrifices here is the most effective. Leaving London is tantamount to destroying our arms."

"Why don't we stop the related activities first and take a look at how the London Sanctum has acted recently? Let's not be too anxious."

"No, it's impossible, you only have one chance..."

"..."

At this moment, because the dream world had suddenly come to London, all the sorcerers in London were expelled and returned to the Castle of Dusk.

They each had their own views and opinions on the next actions.

It seemed that no one could convince anyone else.

At this moment, suddenly...

"Quiet, quiet, everyone, quiet."

David's calm voice sounded, and all the fallen sorcerers present stopped talking and focused their attention on David, who was taking command at the front.

Then they saw the elderly man standing on their behalf.

The familiar dark atmosphere was flowing, and the unmistakable magic of hell made people vigilant.

This was no elderly man.

The difference was clear—this was Mephisto, the king of hell!

Chapter 594: Mephisto's Request

Castle of Dusk.

The fallen sorcerer David stood at the front, looking at the vigilant eyes of the sorcerers across from him. His heart was complicated, but when he spoke, his tone remained calm.

"I know what's going on in London is really big."

"But don't worry, everyone, the Castle of Dusk is capable of ensuring everyone's safety."

"No matter how powerful the sorcerers in the London Sanctum are, there is no point in them trying to find the Castle of Dusk."

Hearing this, the fallen sorcerers opposite nodded to express their understanding.

But their eyes still did not move away from the old man next to David.

Mephisto, the king of hell.

As sorcerers, they were quite familiar with his reputation. This might be the first time they met him in person, but they had all read about such a being in books before.

Cunning! Deceitful! Evil!

These words could be said to be understatements when applied to him.

The most recent time he had appeared was during the dimensional invasion that Kamar-Taj faced.

It could be said that Mephisto rarely showed himself.

Once he appeared, it basically symbolized chaos and the coming of death.

It didn't matter how big the event was or whether it would be successful, but death and blood were definitely in his wake.

At this moment, David seemed to see the vigilance in everyone's eyes.

"Come, let me introduce an old acquaintance."

"I believe everyone should know that this is Lord Mephisto, the famous king of hell."

David introduced him to the sorcerers.

And Mephisto seemed to know that his reputation had always been bad, but he just had a kind and gentle smile on his face.

It seemed that he wanted to use an elderly appearance to ease everyone's nervousness and vigilance.

"I have to express my special thanks to Mephisto."

"The power we obtained before was also due to our previous cooperation with Mephisto."

Hearing this, the fallen sorcerers whispered among themselves.

They all had the same purpose in leaving Kamar-Taj.

For chaos magic, for becoming dimensional gods.

Among them, David was the entire planner and had made a huge contribution, and they regarded him as their leader.

The results had also made them very excited. Not only had they obtained information related to the gods of chaos magic dimensions.

More importantly, they had obtained the original power of a dimensional god and part of his wealth.

Just like the Castle of Dusk now.

Of course, the most valuable thing was the power of origin, which directly helped them cross the most important threshold to becoming dimensional gods.

They knew that David might be cooperating with a Dimensional Evil God, whom they thought was Dormammu.

But they never expected that it would be Mephisto, a king of hell who was known to devour people without leaving anything behind.

"Don't worry, fellow sorcerers, I'm just a projection without any power. I'm just here to represent my main form to talk to you about our next cooperation."

At this moment, Mephisto said: "Given our good cooperation before, I think we can discuss further collaboration."

"Of course, I'm not forcing anything. Everyone cooperates to make the cake bigger, not for petty profits."

"I, Mephisto, swear in the name of the Lord of Hell that I will never betray my allies first."

After hearing this, David nodded slowly.

Trading with Mephisto was inherently risky.

Not only did he need protection, but the other sorcerers needed it even more.

Otherwise, even if he was the leader elected by everyone, it was very likely that he would be abandoned by his colleagues.

"Fellow sorcerers, I have a general understanding of your goals."

"And there is absolutely no conflict between what I want to do and your objectives—they even complement each other."

Having said this, Mephisto stretched out a finger and said to everyone word by word: "My condition is very simple, there is only one."

"Help me capture Gilderoy Lockhart. I want him alive!"

East London, a certain alley.

The bright sunshine shone through the white clouds, illuminating the street.

The alley at the corner, blocked by the surrounding high-rise buildings, still looked dim.

And in this slightly dark alley, lights of various colors lit up from time to time.

There were red flames, dark reds, turquoises, and all kinds of colors and patterns.

Because several sorcerers wearing dark yellow sorcerer robes were constantly waving their sling rings and performing magic.

At this moment, Wanda was holding a dark green magic book that was mostly opened, and was looking attentively at the location where the spell was cast deep in the alley.

She released her mental power and used the dream book in her hand to sense subtle spatial fluctuations.

On the pages, various words and patterns were constantly emerging.

It seemed that all the perceived information was being summarized, sorted, analyzed, and compared.

This was the Book of Dreams, an extended medium for Lockhart's dream world.

Anyone who held this book could connect to the dream world and draw on the power of dreams.

"The space traces that can be searched are very small, the time is too long, and the other party has done special cleaning before."

Looking at the analysis results given by the Book of Dreams, Wanda said with some disappointment.

After hearing this, the sorcerer opposite sighed lightly, but seemed to have been mentally prepared for it. He said, "Okay, let's go to the next anomaly point."

"Maybe we can find some useful information there."

Yes, as far as they knew, yesterday Master Lockhart had performed very powerful magic that covered the entire London.

He'd found all the possible anomalies and strange places in London.

What they had to do was actually to find these anomalies and analyze them closely, trying to search for traces of the fallen sorcerers.

Seeing this, Wanda waved the magic wand in her hand and opened a new portal based on the location indicated by the Book of Dreams.

However, this time, everyone was a little surprised by what was on the other side of the portal.

Because there was no building on the opposite side of the portal, only endless white clouds and blue sky.

Yes, the unusual point this time was at a high altitude above London.

The terrain was so different, which made some sorcerers look forward to it, hoping to gain something valuable. Otherwise, they might have to travel all around London every day during this period.

One sorcerer waved the sling ring in his hand and cast a levitation spell on himself.

Then he floated toward the portal.

After seeing all the sorcerers entering the portal and reaching the high altitude on the other side,

A playful smile appeared on Wanda's face, as if she had thought of something interesting.

With a gentle wave of the wand in her hand, a roll of maroon carpet slowly emerged.

Flying magic carpet!

Soon, in the eyes of everyone, a maroon magic carpet floated in the sky above London.

Wanda was holding the Book of Dreams and standing on the magic carpet with a smile on her face.

The Kamar-Taj sorcerer had a look of envy in his eyes.

Then, they saw the magic carpet slowly getting bigger, and an inviting voice came from their ears.

"Everyone, come here and see the quality of the magic carpet produced by our Vientiane World!"

Chapter 595: Betrayal

High in the sky, a huge brown magic carpet floated in mid-air.

Each sorcerer stood on the magic carpet, exerting slight force with their right leg, and found that it seemed as firm and stable as the ground.

Suddenly a feeling of safety emerged in their hearts.

Wanda on the side looked at the sorcerers from the London Sanctum stepping on the magic carpet she had made, with a cheerful smile on her face.

She liked to share the good things produced in the Vientiane World with outsiders.

This was not about showing off, but simply being kind to the outside world.

Just like when children make friends when they are young, they always like to share their favorite things with others.

Of course, there were also important factors why she made this magic carpet.

She still really liked being recognized and praised by others.

"Wanda, this magic carpet is excellent." A young sorcerer asked enthusiastically: "Where can I buy it in Vientiane World? How much does it cost?"

Yes, the Vientiane World was still very famous in the extraordinary world on Earth, and they had all visited it more or less.

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, it's only 5,000 magic points," Wanda said with a smile. "The new products are researched by several classmates and me. You can order them directly."

"If you have any specific needs, such as customizing some patterns or adding some small functions, just contact the elf then."

Well, she got another business for the Vientiane World.

Although one magic carpet sale was insignificant to the entire Vientiane World, she liked this sense of accomplishment.

Maybe, she really considered the Vientiane World her home.

Wanda's sales pitch seemed to attract the attention of other sorcerers, who all started asking for some details about the magic carpet.

Wanda naturally responded happily.

But soon, she seemed to remember that they still had something to do.

"Everyone, hurry up and collect information," Wanda urged everyone. "After today's work is done, everyone will go to Vientiane World tonight. I will treat you to a big meal."

The instructor had said that during this time in London, try to build a good relationship with the London Sanctum. They might need their support later.

Wanda naturally remembered it and would not miss the opportunity.

Naturally, no one would refuse the urging of a beauty like Wanda.

As before, they all waved the sling rings in their hands, releasing detection spells one by one to explore for magical traces.

High in the sky, rune patterns of various colors were flashing, and magical energy was surging.

At the same time, Wanda held the Book of Dreams to release the power of dreams, covering the nearby area, and constantly collecting all the information changes in the nearby area at this moment.

Any magic would cause corresponding changes.

The power of dreams always covered all the details of the area being examined at this moment.

Any anomalies found should be flagged.

The sorcerers of the Sanctum were trying to find various possibilities through magic.

Just when they thought they had gained nothing this time like before, suddenly...

"Ding!"

"Remnants of abnormal spatial fluctuations were found!"

"In the time positioning, within 1 to 3 days, the traces have not been completely erased, and it is suspected of escaping in a hurry."

"..."

"The power of Twilight God remains; the power of space remains"

"Suspected of Chaos Magic."

"The position is being locked through space fluctuations and magic fluctuations."

"Space activity lock failed. Reason: The remaining space power is too broken to extract valuable positioning."

"Magic wave locking failed. Reason: The magic wave is weak."

"...fail"

"..."

Wanda's eyes were serious as she concentrated on the content that was constantly emerging from the Dream Book in front of her.

She analyzed and compared the results one by one.

Failure, failure, failure.

Even though David and the others had hurriedly fled because of Lockhart's dream power, they still subconsciously covered up their traces.

This undoubtedly made the search difficult.

As for Wanda, looking at the series of failures, her original surprise gradually disappeared, and she sighed helplessly.

Then...

"The power of dreams, transforming, target the power of Twilight God."

"The power of Twilight God resonates."

"Search for remaining traces and the search was successful."

"Lock the activity trajectory of the Twilight God Power, locking in progress."

"Locked"

"Locked successfully, unknown space positioning has been extracted."

Yeah!

Seeing the words floating on the book, a sudden feeling of surprise filled her heart.

"Found it, found it," Wanda couldn't help but say to the sorcerers who were exploring.

Her words were full of surprise and excitement.

The sorcerers nearby were also surprised when they heard Wanda's cheers.

Unexpectedly, they thought today would be another fruitless day, but in the end, they had found valuable clues.

"Let's go back and report to Master Arnold and Master Lockhart."

A middle-aged Sanctum sorcerer spoke up and said seriously to Wanda.

After Wanda heard it, she nodded quickly.

The impact caused by the fallen sorcerers was really difficult to comprehend and shocking at first glance.

In one month, nearly 50,000 people had disappeared silently.

And that was just in London.

She was afraid that in other cities, even more people had disappeared.

With so many casualties and so well hidden, there was no doubt that the fallen sorcerers had a big plan.

With her thoughts turning, Wanda stretched out the wand in her hand and skillfully drew a beautiful trajectory in the air.

The next moment...

"Space blockade!"

Buzz!

Almost instantly, a powerful and chaotic spatial fluctuation quickly covered everyone.

The portal that Wanda had just started to open closed suddenly.

At the same time...

Swoosh!

The middle-aged sorcerer walking in front raised the glass-like sharp blade that had just been conjured in his hand, and stabbed directly towards Wanda with lightning speed.

The sun shone down, and a stream of light glinted slightly on the sharp blade, with a ray of deep yellow shining from its point.

The power of Twilight God was attached to it.

Buzz!

The magic robe on her body suddenly glowed with red light, as if it felt threatened, activating its defense, trying to protect its wearer.

However...

After all, the power of Twilight God was a power at the level of dimensional gods.

Ordinary magic couldn't hinder it at all.

Like passing through tofu, the sharp blade passed through the red defensive shield.

At this moment, Wanda had just been forced to interrupt the teleportation spell and was suffering a certain backlash.

Before she could react, she felt a strong stabbing pain coming from her back.

"Ah!"

This stinging pain was unforgettable, as if thousands of silver needles were piercing into her heart.

Wanda couldn't bear it at all and screamed in pain. The magical energy she had just raised collapsed instantly.

She never expected that she would encounter a sneak attack.

They had cooperated well before, and she had even planned to treat the Sanctum sorcerers to dinner.

The middle-aged sorcerer who had attacked from behind looked at Wanda, who was almost half-kneeling on the magic carpet, expressionlessly.

The sharp blade had been completely inserted into Wanda's body, and a blood-stained blade appeared on the other side of her body.

The bright red blood slowly dripped down the sharp blade onto the maroon carpet. Wanda's face was full of pain and she wanted to struggle, but the pain kept washing over her heart like waves. Coupled with the suppression of the power of Dormammu, she couldn't summon the magical energy in her body, let alone resist.

The middle-aged sorcerer, with a cold expression on his face, began to slowly draw out the transparent blade stained with blood.

Behind him, the corpses of several Sanctum sorcerers lay on the magic carpet.

Next to these corpses, there was a fallen sorcerer stabbed in the back.

Just like Wanda just now, he had been unexpectedly attacked and had died.

At this moment, Wanda felt cold all over and her body could not exert any strength at all.

The blood from her body continued to soak into the magic carpet.

The picture in front of her gradually blurred, and the images from her past flashed quickly like a fleeting glance.

This seemed to be the last memory before death.

Suddenly...

Buzz!

A powerful dark red light suddenly appeared.