Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

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!"

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