Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

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."

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