[Marvel's Hogwarts Professor] Chapter 576 - 580

Chapter 576: S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Dilemma and the Fallen Sorcerers' Plan

S.H.I.E.L.D., Triskelion Headquarters

In the high-level director's office, Nick Fury sat in his seat, looking at the analysis report in front of him, his expression becoming ugly.

The spacecraft on the far side of the moon had disappeared!

It couldn't have been driven away, so there was only one possibility—Lockhart had sent someone to take it.

He had just discovered the possibility of tracking a wizard, but what he saw in front of him gave him a huge blow.

If it weren't for Captain Marvel backing them, he was afraid they wouldn't have been able to escape this situation so easily.

However, the one who insulted Nick Fury the most was the wizard named Grindelwald.

The man had trapped him and wiped his memory, but the next day he came to discuss cooperation and offered help searching for traces of some sorcerers.

If he hadn't had the means to restore his memory, he might have been helping that Grindelwald all along.

Damn it, this was the first time in his career that Nick Fury had been so insulted.

The most infuriating thing was that he still had to pretend that his memory had been completely wiped out, and he still had to work with this Grindelwald.

After all, the two parties were now in a cooperative relationship. Many potions with special properties had to rely on Lockhart and the Vientiane World.

Such compromise was quite difficult to bear even with Nick Fury's mentality.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a knock on the door, and after Nick Fury called out, Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Maria Hill entered the office with a document in her hand.

"Director, all the abnormal death cases you requested from the last 20 days have been sorted out."

Hill entered the office and placed the document in her hand in front of Nick Fury.

Nick Fury picked up the document and started reading it. According to the information provided by the wizard named Grindelwald, there was no doubt that these fallen sorcerers were cruel and skilled at using blood sacrifices.

So, in abnormal death cases, he believed there must be some clues.

Nick Fury was reading when suddenly he frowned, raised his head and looked at Hill, who had not left, and asked doubtfully: "Hill, what's the matter?"

After hearing this, Deputy Director Hill did not hesitate and asked directly: "Director, I hope to get your authorization. The World Security Council is very interested in wizard matters."

Yes, Hill was placed in S.H.I.E.L.D. by the World Security Council as their representative. Although she respected Nick Fury, she still could not refuse the request of the World Security Council.

Especially after the Battle of New York broke out, the World Security Council had received information about the emergence of wizards. The World Security Council was very interested in this large number of extraordinary individuals.

As S.H.I.E.L.D. had the most contact with wizards, it naturally became the way for them to obtain information.

After Nick Fury heard the World Security Council's request, he couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

He wasn't worried that wizards would be affected by the World Security Council. But in case the World Security Council provoked or even tried to capture a wizard—once conflict between the two sides was triggered, the consequences would be disastrous.

Because Captain Marvel was backing him, he had still escaped. And if the World Security Council, which did not have an extraordinarily powerful person behind it, dared to do this, it might bring harm to the entire organization according to the wizards' character.

And as an organization under the World Security Council, S.H.I.E.L.D. could not escape the influence.

"Put this matter aside for now," Nick Fury said without hesitation. "I will give an explanation to the World Security Council in the future."

It was really like when it rains, it pours! All the troubles were hitting at once. Nick Fury had a headache.

"Okay, Fury," Hill couldn't help but remind him. "But try to be quick. The World Security Council is bound to get information about wizards this time."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy to avoid."

Hearing Hill's reminder, Nick Fury nodded to express his understanding, and Hill then turned and left.

Anyone could have delivered a document. This time she came here, mainly to discuss wizards.

During the Battle of New York, although many people lost their memory and forgot about the alien invasion, the scope involved was too large, and it was impossible for S.H.I.E.L.D. to completely clean up all the evidence.

Organizations like the FBI and the CIA more or less had access to certain information. It would be difficult for S.H.I.E.L.D. to control all of it.

And now, as the first contact with wizards, S.H.I.E.L.D. was already at the forefront. Nick Fury didn't know how many organizations wanted to bypass S.H.I.E.L.D. and contact wizards directly.

Of course, this also required access to all the intelligence from S.H.I.E.L.D. The World Security Council was one of them, and it would be difficult to reject it as directly as he did with the CIA.

After all, this was their parent organization, and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s annual funding came from the World Security Council.

…

London, England

Grindelwald walked on the familiar streets, his eyes revealing complicated thoughts.

He really wondered what it would be like when Dumbledore came here. The two worlds actually had so many similarities.

The Shard, Tower Bridge, Oxford Street...

Except for some details, basically all the famous buildings, shopping streets, etc. were exactly the same.

It really made people think more deeply.

Tread! Tread! Tread!

Subtle footsteps sounded, and Grindelwald walked to the end of a certain alley.

Following the somewhat unfamiliar wall, he stopped to pay attention and laughed.

After all, there were still differences. There were no wizards in this world. Naturally, Diagon Alley didn't exist either.

Then Grindelwald turned around and walked away. This time, he had divined some traces about the fallen sorcerer. So, he came to London to bide his time.

…………

London, The Shard

The tallest building in the UK is the 95-storey Shard. Standing on its upper floors, you can overlook the entire city of London.

At this time, at the top of the building, several people wearing black sorcerer robes were looking down at everything in front of them.

"David, are you sure you want to choose the blood sacrifice in London? Don't forget the London Sanctum."

A fallen sorcerer on the side couldn't help but remind him.

After David heard this, he said expressionlessly: "London is the best choice. I know it will be difficult with Kaecilius in New York."

"As for Hong Kong, because of our previous actions, their vigilance is probably the highest now."

"Only the London Sanctum is most suitable, the others are too well protected."

Having said this, David murmured to himself: "If you want to get in touch with the power of the conceptual level, you can only choose to be in the location of the three major sanctums."

"Mephisto, you really played a good game."

"We are forced to make a big move."

"Next time, I will definitely give you a deep impression."

At the end of his sentence, the voice became smaller and smaller, and the fallen sorcerers on the side did not notice at all.

Their minds were now focused on the next blood sacrifice. You couldn't blame them for being concerned—if they followed the original plan, the whole of London would be sacrificed.

Well, becoming a god was never easy. Now that everyone had defected, there was no need to worry about moral conscience.

Chapter 577: Strange's Ambitions and the London Sanctum

Vientiane World

"Strange, come to Vientiane World again next time you have a chance."

"By the way, last time you asked me to find those materials, there were still three items left. After I find them all, I will send them to Kamar-Taj for you."

"Strange, I look forward to our next meeting. See you in the ring then."

"..."

The one-month deadline for studying at Vientiane World had come, and Strange was preparing to leave Vientiane World and return to Kamar-Taj.

At this moment, several close friends were saying their final farewells. Seeing the warm goodbyes of these friends, Strange had a smile on his face, and at the same time he was extremely happy in his heart.

During this period of time, he had come to understand Lockhart's status in the eyes of this group of young sorcerers. Almost every sorcerer looked up to Lockhart for training and study.

If Master Lockhart had made his previous sneaking into the library public, then his subsequent life in the Vientiane World might not have been so pleasant. Even friends with whom he had a good relationship would have chosen to distance themselves.

To put it bluntly, Lockhart's preferences directly affected the preferences of all young sorcerers. Under this influence, they weren't like fanatical believers. On the contrary, each of them remained an independent thinker and had his or her own preferences.

This state, to be honest, was somewhat similar to the relationship between disciples and masters in ancient times. But it was more complex, and it was hard to describe in words at the moment.

But it didn't matter anymore, as Strange had to go back to Kamar-Taj for the next stage of magical learning. To be honest, he had gained quite a lot from this month of training in Vientiane World. Whether in the study of magic spells or the brewing of potions, he had learned a great deal.

Of course, chaos magic was also one of the topics he'd explored. However, he had not conducted research or practice during this time. He clearly knew that Master Lockhart had expressed a clear distaste for his interest in Chaos Magic, and he wasn't so arrogant as to continue to study Chaos Magic on his host's territory.

But it would be different once he got back to Kamar-Taj. Yes, he still hadn't completely given up on chaos magic. Despite the numerous books warning of the dangers, as well as Lockhart's warning, the more this happened, the more interested he became in Chaos Magic.

Maybe this was a common trait among geniuses—they had more confidence in themselves than ordinary people. In particular, the books clearly mentioned that chaos magic was the key to becoming a dimensional god.

Buzz!

With his thoughts turning, he created a Sling Ring portal and a red flame-colored circular gateway opened. On the other side was Kamar-Taj.

Strange turned around and waved to his friends, then stepped through to Kamar-Taj.

...

Sanctum Sanctorum, London, UK

The British weather was like a woman's mood, changing at a moment's notice. The sun had been rising high outside, and the golden sunlight was shining freely on every street. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered. With the sound of raindrops, heavy rain poured down like from a basin.

At this moment, Master Arnold, the guardian of the London Sanctum, picked up a cup of coffee, sat quietly in front of the window and looked outside at pedestrians scurrying to avoid the rain.

Hearing the pattering sound in his ears, Arnold felt extremely comfortable and peaceful inside. Familiar sounds, familiar surroundings, and familiar coffee. Their London Sanctum had been fortunate.

Although there had been an invasion by dark forces, compared to the losses suffered by the New York and Hong Kong sanctums, basically no sorcerer had died here. At most, they had depleted their magical energy and were just a bit exhausted. They would return to normal soon enough.

The London Sanctum had also returned to its previous state. It had to be said that for the old Master Arnold, a peaceful life was what he yearned for.

After all, he was over 90 years old, and there were very few sorcerers of his age recorded in history. It wasn't because Kamar-Taj's sorcerers had limited lifespans—although compared to other extraordinary beings, a sorcerer's lifespan was indeed somewhat shorter. But it was also much longer than the average person. There was no problem in living to be 200 years old.

The issue was that the duty of Kamar-Taj's masters was to repel interdimensional invasions, so fighting was basically indispensable. Most sorcerers died in battle before they could reach the natural limit of their lives.

Especially on the frontline battlefields of the dimensional gaps, death was a constant companion. Therefore, Arnold felt quite lucky that he had lived to this age.

He now hoped to live to be 100 years old and refresh the historical record of Kamar-Taj. Although he would definitely not match the Ancient One, he could still make a name for himself.

Taking a sip of coffee, the sound of dripping rain rang in his ears, and a pleasant smile appeared on Arnold's face.

At this moment, suddenly...

Buzz!

A red flame-colored portal suddenly emerged in the sanctum hall, and a sorcerer wearing a red cloak walked out. He scanned the room, as if identifying the person he was looking for.

Soon he saw Master Arnold sitting by the window, and strode directly up to him.

"Hello, Master Arnold, I am Stephen Strange. The Ancient One has arranged for me to come to the London Sanctum to study with you."

Looking at Strange in front of him, Arnold paused for a moment when his eyes fell on the red cloak he was wearing. Impressive—it seemed that the Ancient One thought highly of Strange, and had even given him the Cloak of Levitation.

These thoughts flashed through his mind as Arnold pointed to the seat in front of his desk and motioned for Strange to sit down.

As Strange sat down, the red cloak behind him slowly floated up as if alive. It didn't affect Strange's sitting position at all.

"I know about you, Master Strange," Arnold said. He waved his hand gently, opened a miniature portal, and took out a cup of hot coffee and a small silver spoon. He placed them directly in front of Strange.

"I've heard many sorcerers praising your rare talent. You are simply the favorite of the Vishanti."

Arnold's praise made Strange smile. Everyone likes to hear good things, especially if they come from the guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum.

Arnold picked up his coffee and took a sip. "A genius like you will soon be able to contribute to fighting dimensional invasions."

"I wonder what you want to learn during your time at the London Sanctum?"

Arnold asked leisurely while drinking his coffee.

"I want to be able to enter the dimensional gap. I have long heard many sorcerers say that the dimensional gap is like a flesh and blood grindstone, and all sorcerers will eventually enter there."

"I also want to experience it and prepare myself for what's ahead."

Hearing this, Arnold, who was drinking coffee, stiffened. This was like seeking death. What kind of strength did Strange think he had to want to enter the dimensional gap? In the end, Arnold would have to intervene to rescue him.

He had no problem with Strange seeking his own death. But he didn't want to be dragged along with him—Arnold was still planning to live to be 100 years old.

Moreover, if the person the Ancient One favored had an accident in the dimensional gap, even if he didn't die, Arnold would never hear the end of it.

"This... of course there is no problem, but everything must go through a process."

"I can understand your inner desire, Master Strange."

"You should first spend some time in London and do some basic work. As for entering the dimensional gap, we'll see the results of your application."

Chapter 578: A Chance Encounter and Unexpected Visit

"Hello, sir, this is your coffee, please enjoy."

In a classic café, Strange sat at the table and looked out at the ancient streets through the window.

Britain was once glorious, so naturally, in many things, they emphasized aristocratic style—that is, the British aristocratic style. It seemed that this was the only thing that could prove their former glory in their declining era.

Just like this café. Dark blue sofas, an antique brown piano, familiar piano music... Although everything in the environment seemed beautiful, Strange was really not in a good mood at the moment.

Master Arnold had actually used delaying tactics against him, which he never expected. Didn't he just want to experience life in the dimensional gap? Why did such a simple request have to be blocked in every possible way?

Arnold had played tricks on him like a veteran bureaucrat. As soon as Strange asked, Arnold had said that he was "going through the process" when he opened his mouth, and asked him to "be patient" when he closed his mouth.

To be honest, Arnold's attitude made Strange feel cold inside. He was also preparing to enter the dimensional gap to see if the magic circle he had developed could use the chaos in the gap to block the prying eyes of Chthon, the god of black magic. He wanted to lay the foundation for his own chaos magic practice.

As a result, it had really gotten off to a bad start. Alas, there was no way around it. In the London Sanctum, if you wanted to enter the dimensional gap, you really couldn't do without the guardian sorcerer Arnold.

With his thoughts turning, Strange stirred the spoon in his hand and took a sip. Forget it, he would take his time. You have to eat your food one bite at a time—you can't expect to get fat after just one meal.

Ding!

"Bill, please!"

After gently tapping the small bell next to his hand, the service staff came over. Strange took out a few pounds, paid, and turned to leave.

At this moment, it had just stopped raining outside, and you could clearly feel the moist air.

Step by step, breathing in the fresh air, Strange quietly admired this metropolis and felt the prosperity that was different from New York.

Just as he was walking down a certain street, suddenly... A subtle fluctuation of magic power attracted Strange's attention.

For a moment, he closed his eyes slightly and extended his awareness. He tried to feel everything around him and anything abnormal.

With light steps, he suddenly moved forward a few steps and walked to the entrance of an alley. And when Strange set his sight inside the alley, he couldn't help but be very surprised.

"Mr. Grindelwald, why are you in London?"

Yes, the sorcerer in the alley had been seen before in the Vientiane World, and had even served as their teacher before.

"Hi, Strange, I just sensed something familiar, but I didn't expect it was really you."

Grindelwald did not answer the question, but made this remark instead.

To be honest, he was quite impressed by this genius sorcerer from Kamar-Taj. Of course, as the first pure Kamar-Taj system sorcerer he had met, Grindelwald was friendly with him out of curiosity.

He took care of the conversation consciously, and at the same time took the opportunity to study what was so special about the power of the mystic arts.

It had to be said that the power of the mystic arts couldn't be underestimated. He had just emitted some aura and the other party had sensed it.

"I just returned to Vientiane World not long ago, and I heard that you had returned to Kamar-Taj."

"How is it? How do you feel?" Grindelwald asked casually.

"It's going well. Many sorcerers take good care of me and have been training me," Strange replied.

"Then why did you come to London?" Grindelwald asked.

"Nothing special. The Ancient One arranged for me to come to the London Sanctum for training."

"Oh, I see," Grindelwald said with a smile. "I heard that the guardian of the London Sanctum is Arnold, who is an experienced old sorcerer."

"I believe you will benefit a lot from studying with him."

After hearing this, although he knew that Grindelwald had no other intentions, Strange still couldn't help but complain in his heart. Arnold, that old man, was really slippery.

However, he still had sense and did not reveal his complaints. So he started to ask directly: "Mr. Grindelwald, what are you doing in London?"

The United States and London were not close. After traveling so far, it couldn't just be for fun.

"Nothing special, just visiting."

"London is my former hometown," Grindelwald said meaningfully.

"Oh!" Strange was a little surprised, but he was not prepared to continue this topic.

"Okay, I won't disturb you then," Strange said very politely. "I still have some things to do and I have to return to the London Sanctum."

"Is that so? It just so happens that I am also going to the London Sanctum," Grindelwald said with a smile. "We happen to be traveling the same way."

Hearing this, Strange did not question him and nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

Then, he raised his arm, used his Sling Ring, and opened a portal to the London Sanctum. He stepped forward, passed through the portal, and entered the lobby of the London Sanctum. Grindelwald followed right behind him.

London Sanctum

At this moment, Arnold, the guardian sorcerer, was holding a book and reading it with relish. As a sorcerer, especially a sorcerer who wanted to live a long life, studying more could never be wrong.

Kamar-Taj had abundant resources, and it would be a pity not to make good use of them. Arnold had always thought this way, so he never missed the chance to acquire knowledge from Kamar-Taj's library.

His library borrowing list basically maintained the maximum borrowing limit. Alas, there was no other way. "Live and learn," he thought. Only when you learn more knowledge will you not be at a loss when encountering unknown things.

Under the leadership of Master Arnold, the habit of reading in the entire London Sanctum had become a common practice. Even the Ancient One had once specifically praised that under Arnold's leadership, the sorcerers of the London Sanctum had developed a good habit of reading frequently.

This was something Arnold was proud of. Of course, he told no one. All this was to enjoy the fun of gaining knowledge and to kill boring time.

While he was reading with gusto, suddenly... As soon as the familiar magical wave appeared, Arnold immediately felt helpless.

Strange was here again, probably because of the issue of applying to enter the dimensional gap. Did such a young man have no patience at all?

It seemed that the most important thing for the Ancient One to send him to the London Sanctum was to teach him patience.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Arnold raised his head and stared at the red flame-colored portal that had been opened. But what surprised him was that an unfamiliar sorcerer was following behind Strange.

This couldn't help but make him curious, and at the same time a little wary. He watched as the two people walked towards him, talking and laughing, feeling slightly relaxed inside.

Suddenly... He saw the strange sorcerer walking quickly towards him.

"Hello, Master Arnold, Lockhart asked me to share something with you."

Chapter 579: Grindelwald's Warning and Arnold's Suspicion

Danielson Arnold Master of the London Sanctum. Gender: male, age: 96, the oldest sorcerer in contemporary Kamar-Taj. He has an easy-going personality and seeks stability. He has the earliest verified records. He is known as a one-in-a-thousand combat genius and has made significant contributions against Dimensional Invasions. Later, for some unknown reason, he switched to specializing in potions. Although his talent is average and he consumes a lot of materials, there is still no sign of improvement. There is even a situation that is getting worse. Evaluation: There is no doubt that he is a talented sorcerer, and because of his status and personality, he has many connections, so it is recommended to make friends with him when possible.

Looking at the white-haired old sorcerer, Grindelwald had a gentle smile on his face.

"Mr. Lockhart?" Arnold looked a little confused after hearing Grindelwald's words.

But he didn't think much about it. After all, Master Lockhart had participated in the rescue of the London Sanctum before. He also made a huge contribution during the invasion of Dormammu, and was rewarded by the Ancient One.

If he was introduced by Lockhart, then Arnold was naturally willing to believe him.

"Is there something important?" Master Arnold asked, with a hint of doubt in his tone.

"Of course." Grindelwald glanced slightly and saw Strange not far behind him.

Extending his mental power, he transmitted a message: "It has something to do with those fallen sorcerers."

"Lockhart asked me to try my best to find traces of the fallen sorcerer."

"Through some special means, I know that the group of fallen sorcerers may have arrived in London."

"If possible, I hope to work with the London Sanctum to hunt down the fallen sorcerer."

Hearing the words about fallen sorcerers, Arnold couldn't help but feel his heart sink, and his face looked a little grim.

Things had only been stable for less than two or three months, so why were so many problems happening again?

He opened his mouth to discuss specific information with Master Grindelwald in front of him, but when he saw Strange looking at him curiously not far away, he couldn't help but feel a headache.

"Master Strange, please do one thing. Help me summon the battle sorcerers from the London Sanctum, and tell them that we will meet in the conference room later."

Looking at Strange who was sent away by him, Arnold nodded slightly.

A genius is a genius, just like when he was young—restless. You have to experience some life and death situations and see certain things before you know the beauty of life and the greatness of peace.

Then, without hesitation, he turned around and invited Grindelwald to sit down, and said with a solemn expression:

"Grindelwald, you were recommended by Lockhart, so I am naturally willing to believe what you say next."

"But since I am the guardian sorcerer of the London Sanctum, I must emphasize that whatever we talk about next, we need to be responsible."

"If there are a large number of casualties among the Sanctum's sorcerers due to your concealment, not only you, but also Master Lockhart will not be able to escape the blame."

"You need to know this before the rest of the conversation."

Hearing this, Grindelwald couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, seeming to feel the serious atmosphere, and nodded slowly to express his understanding.

He was not prepared to solve the problem of the fallen sorcerer by himself. He wasn't that foolish either.

Obviously, this was an issue for all of Kamar-Taj. Lockhart had also not emphasized that he must complete it independently.

And in this matter, it was obvious that there would be beings at the level of dimensional gods involved.

At this time, in London, it would be foolish not to seek the local leader here—the London Sanctum.

Well, he was not only thinking of the London Sanctum, but also of another local organization, S.H.I.E.L.D. Their presence in London was not insignificant.

It just so happened that the powerful figure behind S.H.I.E.L.D. was coming to Earth soon, hoping to contribute to the cause of peace on Earth.

At this moment, Grindelwald's thoughts were running rapidly, constantly considering various possibilities.

However, he also maintained a serious face on the surface, and said in a deep voice to Arnold: "Don't worry, I will share first-hand information with the London Sanctum at all times."

"However, the information I have now is limited, and more help may be needed from the London Sanctum."

Hearing this, Arnold's eyes moved slightly, as if he was judging the authenticity of Grindelwald's words.

"In that case, Master Grindelwald, can you tell me about the information you have in hand?"

"Of course, no problem."

"When I was in New York, I went with Lockhart and discovered traces of the fallen sorcerer together with the sorcerers of the New York Sanctum."

"But when I arrived, it was already too late. It was already over, and the other party had cleaned up many traces."

"However, I personally know a little bit about divination, and through some methods, I found some subtle clues."

At this point, Grindelwald's face became solemn.

"Ultimately, all the clues point to London."

"Divination told me something big was going to happen in London."

"Really?" Hearing this, Arnold couldn't help but look at Grindelwald's eyes with scrutiny.

He did not dare to fully trust what Grindelwald said.

If the other party could know this through divination, then it made no sense that Kamar-Taj's divination sorcerers did not foresee it.

It was even more unlikely that their London Sanctum did not receive the news.

Kamar-Taj was a front-line force against dimensional invasions, and the importance of information was self-evident.

Therefore, divination sorcerers played an important role in it.

If it concerned a city, especially a large city like London, it would be impossible that there was no news, no warning signs.

It was impossible that the wizard Grindelwald in front of him was more skilled than the diviners of Kamar-Taj.

"Alright, Master Grindelwald," Arnold said solemnly. "I understand the matter. Thank you for the information."

"I will take action based on your information later here."

"If I get any useful information, I will contact you."

Well, he would go back and verify it first—was it true?

He knew several sorcerers who were skilled at divination and had performed divinations several times. If there was a real problem, he would definitely be able to determine it.

They would talk about it after that.

On the opposite side, Grindelwald heard the other party's polite but dismissive reply with an official tone.

He showed no reaction; he just made his own way, then turned around and left.

This time, he mainly focused on getting the London Sanctum moving.

The louder the noise, the better. It was best to stir them up.

Otherwise, those fallen sorcerers wouldn't be able to detect any movement at all.

How difficult!

Well, S.H.I.E.L.D. also needed to make arrangements.

He had to think of a suitable bait to motivate them; otherwise, everyone would know how to be lazy.

Some more people from the Vientiane World should be transferred to London.

Divination had told him that what happened next in London would have a major impact on them.

Chapter 580: Captain Marvel Returns and the Ancient One's Warning

"How are the arrangements in the UK? What information do you have now?" Nick Fury's voice was as serious and oppressive as ever.

It was as if the other party owed him 1 million dollars.

"Sorry, Director, no useful information has been collected yet." The intelligence officer replied nervously.

She seemed to know that all subsequent updates would be enough to arouse the director's anger.

"MI6?" His tone was questioning, but there was no doubt in his voice.

"Ah..., yes, Director." She seemed to be shocked that her Director did not follow the usual routine.

The young female intelligence worker was surprised and nodded quickly.

"Okay, go back to your duties." Nick Fury was silent for a moment and said calmly.

It seemed that it had no impact on him.

However...

The moment the intelligence officer walked out, Nick Fury's face suddenly became extremely grim.

BOOM!

As his palm struck down, the table seemed to be overwhelmed, and it shattered with a bang.

At this moment, Nick Fury didn't seem to care about the table. Instead, various thoughts kept racing through his mind.

Britain must advance in this round no matter what. Even if this was a trap.

But who could resist when the bait thrown by the other party was so tempting? A complete path from an ordinary person to a powerful sorcerer.

Who could resist such temptation!

When he thought about how, under the magic of Grindelwald, Lockhart and others, he and his team were powerless to resist, in addition to feeling aggrieved, there was even more anger and determination.

However, the danger was not small. London would serve as a battlefield, and all forces were stationed in it.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had limited power, not to mention that MI6 was still causing trouble internally. Not to mention taking chestnuts from the fire, it would be good if the opponent didn't stab them in the back.

Alas, after all, he couldn't help it. Unfortunately, high-end combat power was still somewhat lacking.

Tony Stark and the Hulk were already the strongest combat assets they could control. But what followed was obviously insufficient.

Those with strength were respected! Those without strength were vulnerable!

At this moment, suddenly...

"Fury, what happened? Please call me back."

Hearing this voice that he hadn't heard in years but was still familiar, Nick Fury looked up in surprise, and sure enough, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

Blue battle uniform, golden emblem, confident demeanor...

"Carol, you're finally back!"

...

Kamar-Taj

Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!

One by one, the young sorcerer apprentices waved the long sticks in their hands and swung them forward vigorously, making grunting sounds as they exerted themselves.

They were training, conducting the most basic combat exercises. What they had in their hands were not magic weapons, just sticks, with no magic involved.

No, to be precise, the place where they were training had been enchanted with a spell related to gravity.

It was visible to the naked eye that every time they waved their arms and struck forward, sweat flowed from their necks into their clothes like water.

It seemed to indicate the pressure they were under and the hard training they were receiving.

This was to build their physical strength. As sorcerers of Kamar-Taj, the strength of their bodies directly determined the capacity they had to channel the power of the Vishanti.

In other words, it directly determined their magical strength. Therefore, every sorcerer apprentice would experience this kind of arduous training.

Even after becoming an official sorcerer, they would find ways to exercise their bodies and improve their physical strength.

Generally speaking, this kind of training was very grueling. However, they were very excited and even gave their best in every swing and every training session.

Because... The Ancient One was watching from the sidelines.

If they could receive praise from the Ancient One, no matter how slight it was, it would be a great honor and recognition for them.

"They are very hardworking and attentive. They are all a group of good students," the Ancient One suddenly said.

Lockhart, who was standing nearby, also watching everything in the training square, nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Ancient One, every drop of sweat they leave now will save their lives on the battlefield in the future."

"Yes, many people have said similar things like you," the Ancient One said with some emotion. "But, Lockhart, do you believe this?"

Hearing this, Lockhart looked at the sorcerer apprentices who were swinging their long sticks forward to strike hard.

He gave no reply.

Yes, how many people have said that the more you sweat now, the less blood you will shed in the future? That every drop of sweat you shed now will save your life in the future?

But in fact, the group of sorcerer apprentices in front of them had average talents. Even if they trained for another 10 years, they still wouldn't be able to gain as much as Strange could gain in one month in the Vientiane World.

In the entire Kamar-Taj, except for the Ancient One, the longest living person was Arnold, the Guardian Sorcerer of the London Sanctum, who was only 96 years old.

According to the lifespan of an Asgardian, this was still like a child, like a toddler of one or two years old.

Even with a sorcerer's extended lifespan, Arnold should still be in his prime. However, this was already the longest-lived sorcerer of Kamar-Taj.

Arnold himself was a one-in-a-million genius. As for this group of sorcerer apprentices, although their talents were good, they were far inferior to Kaecilius, Arnold, and others.

Not to mention Strange, who seemed to be blessed by the Vishanti.

So, for them, the more they sweat now, the faster they might die on the battlefield in the future. The less talented might actually live longer.

Although this might sound ironic, it was the reality of Kamar-Taj today.

In the training square, the roar of the sorcerer apprentices who were training was deafening. They were full of enthusiasm and had beautiful yearnings for the future in their eyes.

But at this moment, at the edge of the square, the air around the Ancient One was as cold as frost.

Silence is sometimes a silent answer.

"Lockhart, Strange has gone to London," the Ancient One spoke up, breaking the silence.

After Lockhart heard this, he was a little confused. Judging from the information channels he had at his disposal, something important might happen in London next, related to the group of fallen sorcerers.

But for the Ancient One, even the dimensional gods were just minor concerns. What could a group of fallen sorcerers do that would worry her?

His mind was full of doubts, and various possibilities kept appearing in his thoughts. He remained silent.

"Lockhart, you go too. This should be your last chance."

"Think more about what I said to you."

Lockhart was stunned by the words of the Ancient One, and he opened his mouth to ask why. But the moment he opened his mouth, he saw the Ancient One gently wave her hand.

Buzz!

The scene changed, everything in front of him shattered, then reorganized, shattered again, and reorganized again.

It seemed like a long time passed, but it also seemed like it was only a moment.

The next moment, he returned to his office. The familiar dark green wizard robe on the hanger, the magic suitcase in the corner, the notebook with half a page open on the tan solid wood table in front of him...

At this moment, Lockhart's eyes were a little confused. It seemed that he was still thinking about the last words the Ancient One had said.

What was the "last chance"?

He didn't quite understand, or rather, he didn't want to understand.