Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

Vientiane World, Teleportation Square.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Brilliant red flame-colored sparks suddenly emerged, forming teleportation apertures.

Masters from Kamar-Taj, New York, London, Hong Kong, and other places came out one after another.

They had been here countless times without paying any attention to the elf robots flying toward them with waving wings.

The robots seemed to know the personalities of the sorcerers and knew they didn't want to communicate much. These small mechanical creatures followed behind silently and did not speak—unless asked a question.

Otherwise, they would not provide any answers or guidance services.

It seemed they were truly afraid of offending the sorcerers.

These robots were the product of a combination of technology and magic.

At Lockhart's request, they established a file on each sorcerer or client.

Though not entirely thorough, they could infer the general personalities of all sorcerers who visited.

Therefore, these robots provided extremely personalized services.

This was also why the Vientiane World was a place where many sorcerers felt comfortable.

Sorcerers were different from ordinary people.

The older the sorcerer, the more eccentric their personality might become.

Studying magic, serving gods, physical hardships, fighting in different dimensions...

In such circumstances, no matter how good your personality originally was, it would change in unusual ways.

Many magicians in Kamar-Taj were withdrawn and didn't like to talk much.

If these robots kept introducing themselves and tried to extract information from the sorcerers, some with fierce tempers might simply blast them to pieces with a spell.

Even sorcerers with better personalities would cast spells to keep the robots from following them.

After all, they came to Vientiane World just to buy materials or use its channels to find and trade knowledge and intelligence.

They weren't submissive people. At most, for Lockhart's sake, they didn't cause much trouble.

Besides, some powerful sorcerers didn't even care about Lockhart's reputation.

They served the gods and guarded the world—personal grudges meant nothing to them.

Therefore, after one or two such incidents occurred in the beginning, Lockhart implemented strict requirements.

He utilized big data from the technological world and the Internet to synchronize all information promptly, ensuring such errors rarely happened again.

He paid attention to every small detail.

This was why Vientiane World became the first choice for many sorcerers.

It had naturally become another resource gathering center in a certain sense.

Today, many more sorcerers came to the Teleportation Square than usual—two or three times the normal number.

After leaving the teleportation area, many sorcerers stood or sat in nearby cafés, teahouses, and meditation halls.

They seemed to be waiting for something special.

If you looked at the entire Teleportation Square from high above, you would see the widest street leading to it was decorated gorgeously.

Along the edges of the street hung huge red banners at regular intervals.

Although the content of these banners varied slightly, their message was the same:

"Welcome Asgard to the World of Vientiane!"

Yes, so many sorcerers had come to the Vientiane World Teleportation Square today because they received news a week ago.

Master Lockhart, the founder of the Vientiane World, had an inseparable relationship with Thor, the great prince of Asgard.

Because of this, the Vientiane World would open a space channel to and from Asgard.

This wasn't a one-time event, but a lasting connection.

Although no one knew exactly how Vientiane World had reached an agreement with Asgard, they understood that Vientiane World would soon receive Asgard's resources, as well as more Asgardian warriors and sorcerers.

This was enough to attract many magicians from Kamar-Taj.

Although Asgard wasn't unfamiliar to older sorcerers at Kamar-Taj, for most ordinary sorcerers, especially apprentices, it was something entirely new.

It was like seeing an ancient kingdom from books come to life.

That was enough to grab their attention.

At this moment, Kaecilius from the New York Sanctum and Elder Byron from the enforcement division were sitting in a leisure tea room near the Teleportation Plaza.

They chatted while drinking tea.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lockhart is such a generous person. I really don't know how he managed to establish a relationship with Asgard," Byron said admiringly after taking a sip of tea.

"I know something about this," Kaecilius said with a smile. "It's all thanks to the Asgardian God of Thunder."

"To be honest, it's beyond my expectation that Lockhart and Thor have such a good relationship. I thought they were just casual friends."

"I never expected they would open such a long-term space channel."

"The Great Prince of Asgard!" Byron exclaimed, seeming to savor the taste of the tea, or perhaps sighing in wonder. "I've long heard that Thor, the God of Thunder, is heroic and extraordinary."

Well, Thor's recklessness was also famous across many worlds.

But Byron never thought that this impulsive god could accomplish something so important—creating a trade route!

This involved countless complexities.

To be honest, Byron was still confused.

Everyone knew that Odin, the All-Father, ruled the Nine Realms, and Asgard was famous for its arrogance.

Not only were they heroic, but they were also proud.

To put it bluntly, they were wealthy and quite haughty. They looked down on weaker races, and only the strong could win their respect.

However, this was normal.

After all, this was how Asgard had risen to power.

They had killed countless enemies, defeated numerous invasions, and claimed immense wealth.

For example, the overlords of the universe were once defeated by a young Odin with the Rainbow Bridge right at their doorstep. In the end, they had to surrender territory and pay compensation to beg for mercy.

The Vientiane World opening a trade route with Asgard was remarkable.

This wasn't just waiting for wealth to come—it was like having riches pour into your home while constantly inviting friends over.

This was something Byron couldn't fully understand.

There weren't many obvious benefits for Asgard in opening trade routes, as they already possessed massive wealth.

At most, they might find some novelties in the Vientiane World.

But for the Vientiane World, the benefits were enormous.

This inequality between the two sides was truly puzzling.

And Asgard wasn't typically easy to negotiate with.

Could it really be just because the eldest prince of Asgard had a good relationship with Lockhart?

Good relationships didn't usually lead to such outcomes.

Despite his confusion, Byron could only accept this explanation.

Because he couldn't think of any other answer.

It could only be that Odin, the All-Father, loved his eldest son so much that he would agree to such an arrangement.

Otherwise, no matter what precious treasures existed in the Vientiane World, or for any other reason...

With the typical Asgardian character, they would normally just come and take what they wanted.

"Don't overthink it," Kaecilius said, taking another sip of tea. "The important thing is that we can now obtain Asgardian resources through Vientiane World's channels."

"If we play our cards right, we might even make some friends in Asgard."

Hearing this, Byron nodded and started discussing other matters.

However, from the way his eyes occasionally glanced toward the Teleportation Square, it was clear his interest in Asgard's arrival hadn't diminished.

Of course, all the sorcerers sitting in nearby teahouses, coffee shops, and libraries shared this interest in Asgardian affairs.

Asgard, Rainbow Bridge.

Just like its name suggested, the Rainbow Bridge glowed with colorful lights.

Thor, the God of Thunder, wore golden armor and held Mjolnir in his hand, surrounded by many Asgardians.

Among them were strong warriors in armor and female sorceresses in elegant robes.

"Your Highness, is the Vientiane World really that amazing?"

"Your Highness, how does it compare to Asgard?"

Those closest to Thor were a group of gorgeously dressed and delicate-looking young women.

When the surrounding soldiers saw these beauties, they politely stepped back like gentlemen.

As Thor stood in the middle, constantly being asked questions and trying to answer them, his face showed a smile that all men would recognize.

The eldest prince!

The soldiers understood what was happening and said nothing more.

At this moment, going closer would only make these women jealous.

No ordinary woman could stand on the Rainbow Bridge now.

Common people couldn't be here at all, let alone surround the prince.

However, not all the beautiful women surrounded Thor.

Lady Sif, the goddess of war who was recognized as Thor's betrothed, stood at a distance, watching him surrounded by admirers.

There didn't seem to be much jealousy in her eyes—she probably knew that no matter how these beauties tried, they couldn't truly capture Thor's attention.

What occupied her mind now was how to discuss business matters with Lockhart in the Vientiane World.

Yes, this time, she served as the messenger between the two realms.

To be honest, this was beyond Sif's expectation.

For this important mission, Odin, the All-Father, hadn't seemed to intervene much, nor had he sent veteran diplomats to handle it.

He simply let the younger generation, who had a better relationship with Thor, manage everything.

And she had become Asgard's representative.

As for Thor, his status as the crown prince was enough.

The key figure on the other side was Gilderoy Lockhart.

Sif had seen this sorcerer once before, when Thor was banished to Earth.

That was their only meeting, with no further encounters afterward.

Yet Thor mentioned him constantly.

What impressed Sif most was the magical potion in Lockhart's possession. Whether for healing wounds or restoring magical energy, it was truly unique.

However, her impression stopped there.

Like most Asgardians, she preferred warriors.

She particularly enjoyed fierce combat with powerful punches and aggressive moves—even as a woman, she appreciated such displays.

Friendship was built through fighting!

This was a truth every Asgardian warrior recognized.

And for sorcerers who lacked melee combat skills and could only attack from a distance...

Well, it wasn't so much rejection as a subtle contempt.

Unfortunately, Lockhart had such an image in Sif's mind.

Very much like the sorcerers who provided logistical support in Asgard.

But...

It was said that all the masters from Kamar-Taj on Earth were skilled in close combat, and their physical strength wasn't weak.

Perhaps there would be some surprises?

Sif pondered silently.

But she also knew she couldn't let her inner prejudices show.

After all, this was an official mission in Asgard's name.

No matter what, she couldn't embarrass Asgard, especially considering the good relationship between Lockhart and Thor.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but look at Thor, still surrounded by admirers, and sigh.

Why did such a serious diplomatic mission feel different when she was in charge?

Why did it seem more like a large tourist group on vacation?

It was her fault for accepting the responsibility in the first place.

Perhaps it was because Thor was too charming.

At that moment, suddenly...

"Sif, it's time. Tell everyone to prepare," Heimdall's voice sounded.

Sif looked at the Rainbow Bridge's guardian with his all-seeing eyes and nodded slightly.

Immediately afterward, Sif raised her broad sword high, and her firm, powerful voice rang out:

"The space journey is about to begin! Honor guards, take position! All soldiers, gather!"

"Prepare to depart for Midgard!"

Her loud voice startled everyone present. After a moment, they immediately dispersed and took their positions.

The beautiful women surrounding Thor also moved to the edge of the Rainbow Bridge.

With slight hand gestures, the magic granted by Yggdrasil, the World Tree, flowed through them.

Bright flower baskets appeared in their hands, while garlands and blossoms adorned their necks and wrists.

The delicate fragrance of flowers spread throughout the air.

In an instant, two lines of honor guards stood on either side of Thor like goddesses among flowers.

Proud! Holy!

You could admire them from a distance but never approach casually!

This was the impression they gave now—completely opposite to the lively women who had been chirping and asking questions around Thor moments ago.

Women were quite changeable, or perhaps just skilled at adapting to circumstances.

At the same time, the Asgardian warriors who had been casually chatting with crossed arms now wore full armor with long swords at their waists.

They stood in orderly formation, looking solemn.

Their faces showed heroic spirit, appearing indomitable and unyielding.

Thor strode forward with Mjolnir in hand, standing side by side with Sif at the front.

Their positions illustrated their status for this mission.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The soldiers marched with uniform footsteps.

The honor guard of gorgeous, flower-bearing goddesses moved forward with their baskets.

Thor wore his red cape, and Sif, also in golden armor, strode confidently forward.

The procession displayed the majesty of Asgard.

Meanwhile, Heimdall raised the mighty sword in his hand and thrust it down forcefully.

The Rainbow Bridge activated.

BOOM!

In the sky, huge energy fluctuations appeared, and an enormous multicolored light descended.

It enveloped everyone, teleporting them to a distant realm.

Destination—Midgard, the Vientiane World!