Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

"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."