[Marvel's Hogwarts Professor] Chapter 586 - 590

Chapter 586: The Sorcerer's Trap

The town of Tarot, England.

Tarot is located in southern England, about 100 kilometers from London. The town got its name from a mysterious legend circulating in the area.

It is said that hundreds of years ago, a prophet named Tarot appeared in this area. He could predict the future, turn stone into gold, and control wind, rain, and thunder with the wave of his sleeve.

This story was widely spread in the local area, and a temple was built to honor him.

Today, because of its unique myths and legends, coupled with its beautiful scenery, the town of Tarot has become a popular tourist attraction, drawing large numbers of visitors.

On the ancient streets in the center of the town, you can admire well-preserved historical buildings and exquisite garden landscapes.

At this moment, in a café with a tarot card theme, David, the leader of the fallen sorcerers, was sitting outside. While drinking coffee, he quietly watched the Tarot Museum across the street. He seemed to be looking at something interesting.

Suddenly, a figure wearing a black robe sat down in front of David.

"Chief, that old guy from Tarot has gone somewhere. His house has been cleaned out," the figure reported. "However, since you left not long ago, he must have left within a day or two."

After hearing this, David sneered. "This old guy is indeed a divination specialist, with such a keen sense."

Then, David paused, seeming to think about what to do next.

"Put aside the Tarot thing for now. How is the progress of our plan?"

Hearing this, the Sorcerer on the other side showed a look of joy and pride on his face.

"Chief, this operation didn't encounter any problems. It actually went very smoothly," he said proudly. "Our colleagues at Kamar-Taj never imagined that we've almost controlled the entire British government."

"Maybe they don't even know we've come to England yet." The sorcerer was very proud.

Their progress in the UK was indeed going very smoothly, with huge gains. In a sense, they controlled the entire British government, which was equivalent to controlling the entire United Kingdom.

However, immediately afterward, the fallen sorcerer seemed to have thought of something concerning and said, "However, the British intelligence agency MI6 reported that the American organization S.H.I.E.L.D. seems very interested in Britain recently."

"They're continuously mobilizing agents and collecting magic-related items."

"Oh, S.H.I.E.L.D.?" David muttered, seeming a little confused.

The fallen sorcerer opposite immediately explained: "S.H.I.E.L.D. is an organization under the World Security Council. It has widespread influence and operates all over the world. However, its main activities are still centered in the United States."

Then he briefly commented: "Although its influence is not small, it's just an ordinary secret service organization."

"Maybe they know about magic and have some ambitions, but they don't affect the overall situation."

Hearing this, David stopped paying attention to the matter.

"How are things at the London Sanctum? Is there anything unusual?"

Regarding David's question, the fallen sorcerer looked a little solemn this time.

After all, they all came from Kamar-Taj before and had a very accurate understanding of the status of the three major Sanctums of Kamar-Taj.

"There is relatively little information from the London Sanctum, and the people we arranged don't seem to have obtained much important intelligence," he replied cautiously.

"However, they have indeed stepped up patrols in all aspects recently. This may be due to the influence of the previous invasion by the God of Twilight, but we can't rule out that some traces of our activities have been found."

"Unfortunately, the person we arranged has limited status and is just an ordinary official sorcerer."

Hearing this, David frowned slightly. "The London Sanctum is very important."

"We have to know how the London Sanctum is operating on the British side, otherwise our plans are likely to be affected."

Having said this, as if something had occurred to him, David continued: "We must have our people at the top of the London Sanctum so that everything can be foolproof."

"I know that Master Arnold, the guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum, has a stable character. Under his leadership, the casualty rate of the London Sanctum is the lowest among the three major Sanctums."

"If this guy discovers our traces, according to his character, I'm afraid he will not confront us head-on. Instead, he will quietly dismantle our network, reduce our strength, and finally hunt and kill us."

"That would be very troublesome."

Hearing this, the fallen sorcerer opposite also frowned deeply.

He didn't know much about the guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum, but when he heard the leader say this, he suddenly felt troubled.

However, suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to have thought of something.

"Chief, I have an idea that I believe will help us obtain more important information about the London Sanctum."

London Sanctum, Practice Room.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The long, red-flame energy staff hit the battle sorcerer in front, but the opponent was not to be outdone. He also swung his staff, resisting and counterattacking.

There were several loud bangs, and Doctor Strange felt violent tremors in his hands.

Although he was still pressing firmly, he still felt his hands trembling a little.

Then, with a twist of his hands, the staff disappeared and transformed into two long whips.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The red-flame energy whip was swung hard, cutting through the air directly and making a sharp whistling sound.

After the sorcerer on the opposite side saw it, he waved the sling ring in his hand and constructed a shield.

The left hand held up the shield while the right hand gripped a staff.

Then...

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Striding forward with heavy steps, the sorcerer raised his staff and rushed quickly toward Strange.

Boom! Boom!

When Strange saw this, he quickly swung the whip in his hand. The whip hit the shield and made a few loud impacts, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

At this time, the staff seemed about to hit him.

Then...

Step!

He quickly took a step back, trying to create a reasonable distance to avoid the incoming attack.

However, the sorcerer on the opposite side would not miss such a good opportunity.

As Strange retreated, he stepped forward.

Moving faster and faster, his staff kept swinging, as if preparing to put more pressure on Strange.

However, after taking a few steps, a flash of a smile appeared in Strange's eyes.

The sling ring in his hand kept moving, and a dark blue circular complex pattern suddenly appeared on the ground.

The pattern wasn't large, but it was more than enough for one person to stand on.

At this moment, the battle sorcerer on the opposite side seemed to realize that he was standing in the middle of the entire magic pattern.

The next moment...

Crackling!

Lines of blue lightning suddenly appeared, and the battle sorcerer who stepped on the center immediately realized something was wrong. He was about to escape but found that his whole body was paralyzed.

Not far away, Strange saw the frozen battle sorcerer, with a faint smile on his face.

He knew he wasn't great at close combat.

But when it came to magic, he knew it very well.

Setting up a magic trap wasn't easy.

Watching Ryan, the famous battle sorcerer throughout the London Sanctum, being successfully paralyzed and restrained by himself, Strange couldn't help but nod with great satisfaction.

"Master Ryan, now, please allow me to participate in the combat mission in the London Sanctum."

Chapter 587: The First Mission

Gulp! Gulp!

Strange wiped the sweat from his face and drank a few gulps of cold water.

Behind him, several sorcerers were fighting fiercely.

The whistling of staffs, the cracking of whips, the roar of magic—these sounds could be heard almost every moment.

At this moment, Strange's face was red from fighting, but he still couldn't hide his joy.

He had finally joined the ranks of battle sorcerers.

In frontline battlefields such as the Dimensional Gap, Strange had met with Master Arnold many times, but the Master always avoided him for various reasons.

Later, Strange figured it out.

The journey still has to be walked step by step, and food still has to be eaten bite by bite.

He may not be able to participate in the frontline battlefield for the time being.

But he could do some combat missions first. On one hand, he could gain actual combat experience, and on the other hand, he could also accumulate qualifications.

Master Arnold wasn't just using his inexperience as an excuse.

Strange drank cold water while looking at the many sorcerers fighting fiercely.

Watching them skillfully perform various magics, one moment transforming their energy into long staffs, the next moment into long knives, and sometimes into shields. It could be said that every sorcerer was an arsenal of weapons.

From time to time, they would close the distance, slash with their swords, then stride back, widen the distance, and cast magic.

Moving with wonderful steps, they staggered various attacks and found the right time to counterattack.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, full of aggression—even just watching made Strange feel excited.

The originally turbulent magical energy in his body gradually stabilized, and his power was almost restored.

The sling ring in Strange's hand turned slightly, and two red-flame short staffs suddenly appeared in his hands.

He took a few steps forward and prepared to join the battle again.

At this moment, suddenly...

"Warning, warning, energy anomaly detected."

"Teams 3 and 4 of battle sorcerers gather!"

"Repeat again:"

"Teams 3 and 4 of battle sorcerers gather!"

"..."

The announcement was repeated several times, and like the other sorcerers, Strange's face became serious, though with a hint of excitement.

He was now part of Team 4!

"Team 3 gather forward!"

"Team 4 gather forward!"

Sure enough, two loud commands sounded, and sorcerers began striding forward. Strange couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Soon, he met his captain—Stern.

"Master Ryan, we're going on a mission this time, right?" Strange whispered to his introducer, Ryan.

Yes, joining a combat team also required an introduction.

A battle sorcerer's life would definitely be in danger, and the Kamar-Taj London Sanctum would never let a person with no combat experience join without proper vetting.

So there had to be screening, assessment, and introducers.

Every introducer would be responsible for the sorcerer they introduced, especially when it came to the details for newcomers. It was very easy for a sorcerer who had just joined to make mistakes, and even pay the price with their own life.

In a sense, the relationship between the introducer and the introduced person was very close.

After Master Ryan heard Strange's question, he smiled and touched his beard. "Yes, this is your first mission, Strange."

Then, with a serious look on his face, he reminded him: "When you go on a mission for the first time, don't always think about trying to stand out."

"I know you have talent, your fighting ability is not weak, and you're also very smart."

"But this time, remember my advice."

"Watch more and speak less. If you don't understand something, ask me after the mission is over."

"During the mission, don't do unnecessary things."

Hearing this, Strange nodded to express his understanding, but Ryan couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw the expectant and even excited expression on his face.

He finally understood the pain of Guardian Sorcerer Arnold.

Strange was a genius and could already compete with him after such a short period of training.

Of course, Strange hadn't cast some of the more powerful spells, but it still spoke volumes about his talent.

Such a genius—who wouldn't have their own ideas?

They were all a bunch of thorns. No matter how much you said, they wouldn't listen.

Ryan couldn't help but feel speechless when he recalled his own state when he was younger.

Because he realized he was just like this in his youth.

Later, after experiencing more things, he'd become calmer and more cautious.

"Strange, you have to remember that a genius is no longer a genius if he dies."

After thinking about it, Ryan warned again.

Although he felt that this task might not be difficult, it still needed to be stressed.

"Okay, I understand, Master Ryan. I'll be careful," Strange said quickly.

Great, that's falling on deaf ears again!

Seeing Strange's expression of not listening at all, Ryan couldn't help but sigh.

Forget it, everyone goes through this stage.

An abandoned building in South London.

The building looked particularly dilapidated under the setting sun, with cracks everywhere, graffiti and chaotic patterns on the walls, and wildly growing plants, all showing desolation.

But if you looked from the top of a tall building, you would find that the sunset was still beautiful.

At this time, the abandoned building, where there were originally many homeless people, seemed particularly quiet.

If you looked from a distance, you would see that the building was completely dark under the setting sun, and you could even vaguely sense the presence of black mist and blood.

Roar!

Inside the building, roars were heard, but outside, everything was quiet.

Looking inside from the gate, the shadow looked like a cold python with its bloody mouth open, waiting for its prey to arrive.

Buzz!

Suddenly, red flame-colored sparks appeared out of thin air, causing fluctuations in the surrounding space. In just two or three seconds, several red-flame colored portals appeared one after another.

London Sanctum sorcerers wearing yellow battle robes stepped out one after another.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

As soon as they arrived in front of the building, several sorcerers summoned magical weapons to be on alert, and at the same time used spells to scan the building.

At this moment, Strange looked up at the abandoned high-rise building with a slightly strange expression on his face.

The rich dark energy exuded the unique stench of the hell.

This was not surprising—he had always been very sensitive to energy—but why did he feel an inexplicable call?

He was not a demon from hell!

The thought came to mind, and Strange's expression became serious.

"Let's go, everyone on alert!" Captain Stern said firmly.

"Follow me closely, don't wander off," Master Ryan walked to Strange and reminded him.

As his introducer to the team, he was responsible for Strange.

Strange nodded and followed Ryan, preparing to enter with the group.

At this time, suddenly—

"Ryan, you, Strange, and Klein, stay outside the gate and keep watch!"

Chapter 588: Chaos Magic

The captain gave the order.

Ryan immediately grabbed Strange who was walking forward.

"Why?" Strange's tone was filled with confusion and reluctance.

"Do you want to hear a nicer explanation or a tougher explanation?" Ryan said calmly as he watched the battle sorcerers in front of him enter the abandoned building one after another.

"What do you mean?" Strange asked after a moment of silence.

"The nice way to put it is that because you're a newcomer, your safety must be guaranteed," Ryan explained.

"The tougher way to put it is that for everyone's safety, it's better not to have a newcomer involved."

Ryan rubbed the sling ring on his finger, looked at the dark building, and said calmly.

Strange stopped responding after hearing this.

To put it bluntly, they still didn't trust him and thought he was a burden.

Seeing that Strange seemed to be in a low mood, Ryan tried to comfort him: "Don't think too much. Look at the environment inside. There's probably a trap."

"Although you have good combat ability, you haven't accumulated much actual combat experience. In the eyes of the enemy, you're the weakness of the entire team."

"In such a dangerous environment, it's best to be able to protect yourself. If you can't protect yourself, you'll easily drag others down."

"Wait for the next simpler task. Then you can accumulate experience step by step."

Hearing Ryan's comfort, Strange nodded silently without saying anything more.

He finally understood why Master Arnold refused to allow him to enter the Dimensional Gap when he proposed to do so.

If a combat mission like this in the normal world was considered dangerous enough to exclude him, what more for frontline battlefields like the Dimensional Gap.

To be fair, Strange was introduced by the Ancient One and was a well-known genius.

Otherwise, just for making such a request, he would have been scolded for overestimating his capabilities.

Ryan nodded slightly when he saw Strange's expression gradually returning to normal.

He served as Strange's introducer, and there was also an element of supervising the sorcerer.

As everyone knew, geniuses were often arrogant, and for someone like Strange, it was even more obvious.

Well, his talent was impressive, but his arrogance could be deadly.

As Strange's introducer, one of Ryan's most important tasks was to temper Strange's arrogance.

Even having Strange wait outside this time was something Ryan and Captain Stern had discussed beforehand.

Now it seemed that things were at least moving in a good direction.

Soon, Ryan squinted his eyes and looked deep into the building, clearly feeling the chaotic energy fluctuations inside.

Strange was still chatting with another sorcerer who was guarding outside.

But after chatting for a while, they stopped talking.

He stood outside and waited silently, inferring what the battlefield inside was like based on the energy fluctuations he sensed.

The dark energy was very chaotic and agitated, and it seemed that it had suffered a lot of damage and was trying to counterattack.

The magical energy fluctuation seemed a little weak, but it was continuous, suggesting it was mainly melee combat.

Soon, the energy fluctuations gradually subsided, and Captain Stern walked out, followed by other slightly disheveled team members.

It was just a mess, with a little blood at most, but no missing personnel.

A faint smile appeared on Ryan's face.

It seemed that the enemy wasn't difficult this time.

However, he did not regret keeping Strange outside. There was no such thing as luck on the battlefield.

If you wanted to survive by chance on the battlefield, then death would definitely be the final outcome.

Only the brave, those who dared to fight for a chance of survival in the face of all kinds of dangers, would have a chance to survive.

This was Ryan's life experience.

As with previous missions, Captain Stern briefly talked about the situation inside: Hell demons had coincidentally passed through the Dimensional Gap.

Then he reviewed the battle and pointed out some issues to alert everyone.

Then, the space fluctuated slightly, and everyone opened portals and left.

But what no one knew was that Strange, who was the last one to open a portal, turned to look at the abandoned building with a strange look in his eyes.

Time passed slowly, and soon, the sunset completely faded.

The afterglow of the setting sun disappeared completely and was replaced by darkness.

The bright moonlight gradually enveloped the dilapidated building.

It was late at night, and the wild cats and dogs nearby seemed to sense the safety of this place and gradually returned to their former home.

The sounds of birds, beasts, and crickets gradually began to sound.

Suddenly—

Buzz!

A red flame-colored halo appeared, startling the wild cats around and sending them running away quickly.

The next moment, a figure wearing a red Cloak of Levitation walked out.

It was Doctor Stephen Strange!

Buzz!

As soon as he appeared, Strange immediately waved his hand to form a shield and looked around cautiously.

He didn't seem to sense any danger as he released his mental power.

With his eyes relaxing slightly, he walked toward the dark and dilapidated building.

The red flame-colored magic shield light dissipated the nearby darkness, reflecting Strange's serious face.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Footsteps sounded in the silent building, and Strange's expression became increasingly odd, as if he felt something unusual.

Buzz!

Suddenly, Strange waved his sling ring, and several bright and dazzling light orbs appeared and flew around.

The entire floor was instantly illuminated, revealing walls full of cracks, black and green smelly blood on the ground, and broken stones.

But these didn't seem to attract Strange's attention.

He raised his head and focused his eyes on the ceiling, seeming to see beyond it to higher places, or into deep space.

On the ceiling, various lines and symbols were painted, and the traces of battle damage were vaguely visible.

Whisper! Resonance!

It felt like the intimacy and familiarity of a family member, the desire and heat of a lover.

At this moment, Strange was both fully aware yet somehow not himself.

He knew very well that something was wrong with this state, but he couldn't hide the desire in his heart.

This kind of awareness actually fueled the inner desire.

Chaos Magic!

This was the Chaos Magic he had been searching for, the Chaos Magic that could potentially elevate one to godhood.

The emotion of longing seemed to stir up the magical energy in his body, and the Cloak of Levitation seemed to sense that something was wrong with its master's state.

It started flapping, as if ready to take Strange away from this place.

However, just as it was about to leave, suddenly—

The sound of the wind disappeared, the mood suddenly became calm, and the magical energy settled.

All of this stunned the Cloak who was about to whisk its master away, as if what had just happened was all an illusion.

The Cloak gently rubbed Strange's cheek, seeming to ask some questions.

And Strange stroked it gently, seeming to comfort and relieve the Cloak's anxiety.

But his eyes had a distant look, which seemed to indicate that he was thinking about something.

Invitation!

This was a magical invitation from an unknown force.

Chapter 589: The heart-pounding Doctor Strange, the power of dusk

In unknown space.

Darkness, shadow, killing, chaos and other negative energies intertwined.

These energies collided and destroyed each other, and storms formed purely of energy blew up, stirring up further chaos.

When the energy gradually tended to calm down, suddenly...

Another energy storm was set off, further promoting the energy chaos in the space, like waves on the beach, layer upon layer, never ending.

It seemed that chaos was the only theme in the entire space.

However.

If you looked at the center of the entire dark and chaotic space, you would find a dark yellow magic castle floating in the void.

The area near the castle was like the eye of a storm. It was calm, or in other words, full of order.

Whether it was because of the suppression of the magic castle, or because a ray of order had emerged from the endless chaos.

It seemed unusually peaceful here.

Eager! Lure! Threaten!

This dark yellow ancient magic castle seemed to be exuding an inexplicable aura constantly.

An ordinary person, even if they just took a glance at it, their orifices would bleed, their whole body would be filled with diseased emotions, and their soul would be drawn in uncontrollably.

Dusk! Dusk! Dusk!

If a sorcerer of Kamar-Taj could see this ancient magic castle, they would probably be able to immediately recognize the aura of the evil god of dusk.

Yes, this was the Dusk Castle, which exuded a strong aura of dusk power, as if the Lord of Dusk had visited it in person.

However, the reality was that the Lord of Twilight had been killed by Kamar-Taj's Sorcerer Supreme.

His corpse, dimension, and origin powers were all trophies of Kamar-Taj.

At this moment, Strange stood in front of this dusk castle, thinking silently.

He had received an invitation earlier.

He didn't know which force was behind it, but the content of the invitation intrigued him.

Because the other party was offering to trade chaos magic.

However, when he followed the direction of the invitation and opened the space portal, he felt his scalp tingle when he saw everything in front of him.

The power of dusk!

There was no doubt that the other party was absolutely and closely related to the fallen sorcerers who had defected before.

Because when those fallen sorcerers defected, they stole part of the origin power of the Twilight Evil God from the sanctum.

Although not many people knew about it, Doctor Strange had a certain understanding.

Click! Click! Click!

Standing in front of the door, Strange was hesitating whether to knock.

At this moment, Strange's arrival seemed to be sensed, and with the clicking sound, the gate of the dusk castle slowly opened.

Strange watched as the door completely opened, revealing what seemed like a dark magic castle inside.

He hesitated for a moment and then stepped in slowly.

Boom!

Just after entering the gate, walking a few steps into the interior of the castle, there was a bang, and the gate behind him slammed shut.

Strange couldn't help but look back, his face slightly nervous.

But he didn't seem to be too worried, so he turned around and walked towards the interior of the castle.

This dusk castle seemed to have many years of history. At a glance, it looked ancient and exuded an aura that spoke of history.

Oil paintings, sculptures from various eras, and candles with strange shapes could be seen everywhere.

If you ignored the evil factors of this castle, there was no doubt that it had great historical value.

However, Strange glanced at it and seemed not to be touched at all. He quickened his pace and walked towards the depths of the castle.

Like the previous magical invitation, he could clearly sense a call emerging from his heart.

It guided him towards his destination.

Although it felt like every step of his actions was being led by someone, exuding a strong sense of calculation.

But apart from being more vigilant, he cooperated with everything else.

Soon, following the call from his heart, he entered a spacious rotunda.

On the edge of the hall, a large number of torches formed a circle, making the entire hall exceptionally bright and exuding a hint of warmth.

For some reason, in such an environment, Strange, who was originally vigilant, relaxed slightly.

"Come out, you've worked so hard to invite me here."

Strange spoke, his loud voice echoing throughout the rotunda.

However, everything around him remained unchanged, and it seemed that his words had not awakened any presence.

"If you don't come out, then I'll leave."

As he spoke, Strange began to wave some sling rings in his hands, trying to open a portal to leave.

However, as the red flame-colored sparks lit up, they soon went out completely.

The space teleportation gate had not been opened, and it seemed to be restricted.

After realizing this, Strange didn't seem to be too surprised.

Instead, he turned his head and looked at a passage ahead to the left. A man in black robes gradually walked out.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

"Strange, I have long heard of your genius."

"I didn't expect you to be so skilled in using such a difficult magic as flesh clone."

A loud voice sounded, and the fallen sorcerer seemed to start praising Strange.

Yes, this time, Strange was not physically present himself, but had sent a magical clone, a flesh and blood clone.

After all, no one knew the danger behind this magical invitation.

He was not stupid enough to come directly.

No matter how reckless he might be at times, he would not throw himself into a trap.

After Strange heard the fallen sorcerer's words, he did not show any emotion. He remained expressionless. After a moment of silence, he slowly said: "You invited me here!"

"Now, I'm here!"

"It's time to show your sincerity."

If these fallen sorcerers were setting traps or trying to fool him.

At worst, this flesh and blood clone would be lost.

As for the rest, he would naturally fight to the death with these fallen sorcerers who had tried to manipulate him.

It seemed that the fallen sorcerer understood Strange's thoughts quite well, and did not particularly mind that Strange had arrived via a clone rather than in person.

He raised his right hand slightly, stretched out his palm, and in the blink of an eye, a burgundy magic book slowly floated in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the fallen sorcerer waved forward slightly, and the burgundy magic book flew towards Strange.

The flying speed was neither fast nor slow, but it made Strange feel impatient.

The book fell in front of him and he quickly turned through a few pages.

Seeing the familiar characters and the introduction of some chaos magic, Strange nodded slowly.

No matter what, even if this flesh and blood clone was sacrificed here, it wouldn't be a total loss.

While he was flipping through the book for review, the fallen sorcerer standing not far away slowly spoke.

"Strange, you are a genius."

"But Kamar-Taj is the grave of geniuses. There have been countless genius sorcerers in history, but only a few survived in the end."

"In fact, even the longest-lived has not lived more than a hundred years, and almost all genius sorcerers have died on the battlefield."

"Strange, there is no doubt that this will be your future."

"Tell me an answer. Are you willing to become a cannon fodder sorcerer under Vishanti?"

Strange, who was flipping through the books, paused for a moment, but he didn't seem to be frightened by the fallen sorcerer's alarmism and continued to flip through the pages.

It seemed that he was determined to memorize all the knowledge in this book during this meeting.

Even if this clone was in danger, it wouldn't be a total loss.

The fallen sorcerer saw Strange flipping through the book and seemingly not caring about what he had just said.

He couldn't help but remain silent for a moment, then continued: "Strange, I know you want to study chaos magic, but are you mentally prepared for the harm that may come from studying it?"

This time, Strange, who was flipping through the pages, stopped suddenly and slowly raised his head to stare at the fallen sorcerer opposite.

Feeling Strange's gaze, the fallen sorcerer couldn't help but nod with great satisfaction.

Geniuses were naturally full of curiosity and pursuit of mystery, unknown knowledge, and powerful magic.

"Strange, since you want to learn chaos magic, you must know the relationship between chaos magic and Chthon, the god of dark magic."

"Don't forget, Vishanti is the god of white magic, and the two are in opposition to each other."

"Although Kamar-Taj does not explicitly prohibit the study of chaos magic, it is generally repulsed by it."

"Strange, I believe you have noticed that there are very few books on chaos magic in the library."

This time, Strange gave up the idea of continuing to read and quietly looked at the fallen sorcerer opposite.

Of course he knew the danger the other party mentioned.

Although there was very little introduction to chaos magic in the Kamar-Taj Library.

But when he was in the Vientiane World, he had learned a lot about Chthon from the Vientiane World Library.

He was also very aware of the dangers in practicing and studying chaos magic.

However, Lockhart and his disciple Wanda were both studying and practicing it.

So why couldn't he?

In particular...

"Chaos magic is our common pursuit and the way to become a god."

"Strange, in a sense, we are companions, companions on the path of chaos magic."

At this point, the fallen sorcerer's words began to become fanatical.

"Long lifespan, the possibility of becoming a god, powerful strength—chaos magic can satisfy all of these desires."

"Strange, I know what obstacles you are facing right now."

"As a believer of Vishanti, turning to chaos magic is undoubtedly a betrayal."

"You are vulnerable to the dual hostility of Vishanti and Chthon."

Hearing this, Strange's heart sank, although his expression remained expressionless.

Yes, the situation was exactly as the fallen sorcerer said.

This was why he had tried every means to enter the dimensional gap.

He just wanted to use the special chaos in the dimensional gap to block the detection of the two dimensional gods, so that he could successfully transition to chaos magic.

As long as the transfer was successful, as long as the first step was completed.

Next, it would be much easier to proceed.

"We can help you with this," the fallen sorcerer looked into Strange's eyes and said word by word.

As he spoke, he slowly stretched out the palm of his right hand.

A ball of dark red magic power floated above the palm of his hand, constantly changing into various shapes.

Feeling the aura of order and chaos, Strange took a slight breath.

Chaos magic!

The most charming thing about it was that it was mysterious and unpredictable, integrating order and chaos, with the ability to create all things and rewrite reality.

"Look, how beautiful it is," looking at the chaotic magic power in his hand, the fallen sorcerer said with some obsession.

"You know, we were all followers of Vishanti."

"But now, we only paid a small price to cut off the connection with Vishanti and shield ourselves from Chthon's prying eyes."

"We have a complete set of rituals to help you switch to chaos magic at the minimum cost."

"We even have a complete process for becoming a dimensional god."

Speaking of this, the fallen sorcerer's words were full of temptation.

It had to be said that he had a strong grip on Strange at this moment.

Seeing the hesitation and excitement on Strange's face, the fallen sorcerer couldn't help but smile.

They were all sorcerers of Kamar-Taj and all had once been considered geniuses.

The thoughts running through their heads were pretty much the same.

These fallen sorcerers might have defected from Kamar-Taj, but they still understood the power dynamics within it.

He had to admit, there were indeed heroic sorcerers in Kamar-Taj who were not afraid of sacrifice and dared to fight against other dimensions.

However, just ask how many sorcerers could completely refuse the temptation of chaos magic.

This was about long life, a way to become a god.

As long as they couldn't refuse, the fallen sorcerers would have allies.

Especially geniuses like Strange were their top priority.

Geniuses always had a hard time resisting the temptation of chaos magic.

Inhale! Exhale! Inhale! Exhale!

At this moment, Strange's breathing was slightly rapid, and he would be lying if he said he was not moved.

But soon, he forced himself to calm down, looked at the fallen sorcerer in black robes across from him, and asked calmly.

"What do you want?"

"What I want, no, it should be said what we want to do," there was a slight smile in the fallen sorcerer's words.

"What we want to do is actually very simple—that is to give ourselves more time to study chaos magic and set foot in the realm of dimensional gods."

"But the most basic premise is safety!"

"You're right, Sorcerer Strange."

At this point, the fallen sorcerer's tone became very sincere.

"What we want is to have a safe enough place and enough time to further study chaos magic."

"Of course, we also hope that more sorcerers will join us in exploring chaos magic."

"Other than that, we have no other demands."

His attitude was very sincere, and his words did not seem to have any harsh requirements.

Just wanting safety and time.

Strange was silent for a moment, not sure if he believed it or not, and asked again: "What do you want from me?"

The fallen sorcerer opposite looked at Strange's expressionless face.

It seemed that he wanted to see some hidden information in the other person's face and Strange's attitude.

"It's not a special request."

"We help you switch to chaos magic."

"You just need to give us some information."

Chapter 590: Lockhart at the London Sanctum

London Sanctum.

Guardian Sorcerer Arnold, holding a book, sat in a seat in the corner of the hall, reading comfortably.

This was something he preferred.

Sitting in the corner and reading a book quietly, and after resting, simply taking a look at the work of some young sorcerers in the hall.

Although he was considered to be in the prime of life among sorcerers and had a theoretical lifespan of 100 years, his mentality was a bit old-fashioned.

For some reason, looking at these young and energetic sorcerers, he felt a trace of envy in his heart.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

His fingertips tapped lightly on the table. Arnold was immersed in the book, and he couldn't help but have an inquiring look on his face.

It seemed that he had read some knowledge worth thinking about in the book.

Suddenly...

Arnold frowned slightly and raised his head.

Standing opposite him was a sorcerer wearing a dark green sorcerer robe.

None other than Gilderoy Lockhart!

"Master Lockhart, you didn't even say a word when you came. You startled me," Arnold said jokingly.

"Haha," Lockhart smiled. "Arnold, I saw you were reading a book seriously, so I didn't want to disturb you much."

"I don't think I've read this book. How do you find it?"

Lockhart glanced at it. With his sharp eyes, he could easily see the name on the spine of the book—"Friendship of Life and Magic."

Well, the rumors were indeed true. Master Arnold paid great attention to health and longevity.

"It's quite good," Arnold simply commented. "If you want to study life magic, you definitely need to read this book."

Immediately afterward, Arnold seemed not to want to discuss this topic too much and directly changed the subject: "Lockhart, Master Grindelwald told me about your matter."

"I also received news from Kamar-Taj here. The London Sanctum welcomes law enforcement sorcerers to join us."

"I believe that under the supervision of law enforcement officials, the efficiency of the London Sanctum will be greatly improved."

"I'm only joining temporarily," Lockhart said humbly. "I won't interfere too much with the work of the London Sanctum."

"I will need the help of the London Sanctum later. I will leave when the work is done."

Yes, the last time Grindelwald came to the London Sanctum, on one hand, he wanted to introduce people from both sides, so that the two parties would become familiar with each other.

After all, Lockhart might be in the UK for a long time.

On the other hand, it was also to convey some information to Lockhart, or to prepare the way.

In other words, Lockhart was likely to be stationed in the London Sanctum as an enforcer soon.

Because of his contributions during the Dimensional Invasion War, Lockhart's original temporary law enforcement status had long been transformed into a formal law enforcement officer, and his rank was not low.

Generally speaking, Lockhart would have no problem entering the London Sanctum through his connections with Kamar-Taj and the law enforcers.

As long as the reason was legitimate, the guardian sorcerer couldn't object.

However, this was only in theory.

Theory was theory, reality was reality.

Even with minimal thinking, a high-status sorcerer suddenly appearing from above, who was also a law enforcer—similar to the role of a supervisor—would easily cause conflicts. Even if there were no conflicts on the surface, internal tensions would be inevitable.

And Lockhart came to the London Sanctum not to rectify any internal corruption or other problems.

His most important target was still the group of fallen sorcerers.

Naturally, he didn't want to cause too many conflicts with the guardian sorcerer.

Their cooperation would be needed later.

Therefore, it was necessary to smooth things over in advance to reduce the possibility of subsequent conflicts.

Otherwise, if something happened, the London Sanctum Masters would not help him, but might even hold him back.

Then there would be no recourse if things went wrong.

At this moment, Arnold was actually quite conflicted inside.

To say he was angry wasn't impossible. After all, his London Sanctum was doing well with few incidents.

Suddenly a man came and said he wanted to inspect the work of the London Sanctum.

He couldn't refuse.

He had to cooperate with whatever the other party said.

However, the other party had already sent someone to prepare the ground before arriving.

To be honest, that made him feel a little better inside.

However, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

Well, forget it.

Just finish things early and leave early so as not to affect his own peace and quiet.

Master Arnold silently reasoned with himself and smiled at Lockhart.

"Master Lockhart, a room has been arranged for you here."

"I'll have someone take you there shortly."

"After all, the London Sanctum missions still require our cooperation."

Lockhart pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, thank you Master Arnold."

"But there is one thing I want to tell you. I have already bought a house in London, and I may not stay in the London Sanctum for long."

Hearing this, Master Arnold had a faint smile on his face.

"It's okay, it's okay. We're all in London. It's convenient to come to the Sanctum. Just come over if you have anything to do."

Well, this Lockhart seemed decent.

If he really lived in the London Sanctum, Arnold would see him constantly, both coming and going.

Lockhart wanted to get involved in Sanctum matters, and Arnold couldn't refuse.

That would really be a headache.

"I believe Master Grindelwald should have told you that we have found some traces of the fallen sorcerers in London."

"So I asked some sorcerers to come over and help. In the coming days, there may be some disruptions."

"It's okay, it's okay," Arnold said with a smile on his face. "Just make it clear in advance."

He actually wished that Lockhart would bring more sorcerers to help.

To be honest, he vaguely felt that London seemed a little uneasy lately, but he couldn't pinpoint anything specific.

In the end, the only option was to ask the sorcerers to strengthen their vigilance, but nothing concrete was gained.

Now, Lockhart had arrived and brought other sorcerers with him to help.

Wouldn't that save him a lot of manpower and resources?

As for any real problems discovered, they couldn't be separated from him and the London Sanctum.

When the time came, everyone would receive the credit they deserved.

Arnold calculated very carefully. At present, Master Lockhart's arrival seemed to have more advantages than disadvantages.

At this moment, Lockhart, looking at Master Arnold's smiling face, felt relieved.

This was London, not New York.

Some things really needed the cooperation of the local authority.

And, although there was no telling what would happen in the future, he could sense that London and even the entire UK would become a focal point.

After all, Asgard had sent people here.

In order to ensure that there would be as few complications as possible in the future, he needed to win over all sorcerers who might stand with him.

After all, the Ancient One had emphasized this.

Of course, he didn't dare to neglect it.

At this moment, suddenly...

"Master Arnold, there are some things I need from you..."

"Hey, Mr. Lockhart, why are you here in the London Sanctum?"