Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

The town of Tarrot, 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.

It was widely spread in the local area and a temple was built for the purpose of providing salary.

Today, because of its specific myths and legends, coupled with its beautiful scenery, the town of Tarot has become a unique tourist attraction, attracting a large number of tourists.

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 cafe with a tarot card theme, David, the leader of the fallen mage, was sitting outside.

While drinking coffee, I quietly watched the Tarot Museum opposite.

He seems 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 up."

"However, since you left not long ago, you should have left within a day or two."

After David heard this, he 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, Mage Douluo on the other side showed a look of joy and pride on his face.

"Chief, this one didn't encounter any problems, it even went very smoothly."

"Our colleagues at Kamal Taj never imagined that we almost controlled the entire British government."

"Maybe you don't know we are coming to England yet." The mage was very proud.

Because their progress in the UK is really going very smoothly and there are huge gains.

In a sense, they control the entire British government, which is equivalent to controlling the entire United Kingdom.

However, immediately afterwards, the fallen mage seemed to have thought of something interesting and said: "However, the name of the British side is MI6. The secret service organization reported that the American S.H.I.E.L.D. seems to be very interested in Britain recently."

"Continuously mobilize agents and collect magic-related things."

"Oh, S.H.I.E.L.D.?" David muttered, seeming a little confused.

The fallen mage opposite immediately introduced: "S.H.I.E.L.D. is an organization under the World Security Council. It has a wide range of influence and is distributed all over the world. However, the main location of its activities is still in the United States."

Then he briefly commented: "Although its influence is not small, it is just an ordinary secret service organization."

"Maybe he knows magic and is a little ambitious, but it doesn't affect the overall situation."

Hearing this, David stopped paying attention.

"How is it over there in the London Temple? Is there anything unusual?"

Regarding David's question, the fallen mage looked a little solemn this time.

After all, they all came from Kamal Taj before and had a very accurate understanding of the status of the three major temples in the entire Kamal Taj.

"There is relatively little information at the London Temple, and the people we arranged don't seem to have obtained much important information."

"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 it does not rule out that some traces have been found."

"Unfortunately, the person we arranged has limited status and is just an ordinary official mage."

Hearing this, David frowned slightly: "The London Temple is very important."

"We have to know how the London Temple is laid out on the British side, otherwise our layout is likely to be affected."

Having said this, as if something had occurred to him, David continued: "There must be people from us at the top of the London Temple, so that everything can be foolproof."

"I know that Arnold, the guardian mage of the London Temple, has a stable character. Under his leadership, the casualty rate of the London Temple is the lowest among the three major temples."

"If this guy discovers our traces, according to his character, I'm afraid he will not conflict with us head-on. Instead, he will destroy our layout, reduce our strength, and finally hunt and kill us."

"It will be very troublesome then."

Hearing this, the fallen mage opposite also frowned tightly.

He didn't know much about the guardian mage of the London Temple, 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 Temple."

…………

London Temple, Practice Room.

boom! boom! boom!

The long red-flame energy stick hit the battle mage in front, but the opponent was not to be outdone. He also swung the long stick and resisted and counterattacked.

There were several loud bangs, and Strange felt violent tremors in his hands.

Although he was still pressing firmly, he still felt his hands trembling a little.

Then, with a rub of his hands, the long stick disappeared and turned into two long whips.

call out! call out! call out!

The red-flame energy whip was swung hard, breaking the air directly and making a sharp whistling sound.

After the mage on the opposite side saw it, he waved the hanging ring in his hand and constructed a shield.

The left hand holds up the shield and the right hand picks up the cudgel.

Then……

tread! tread! tread!

Striding forward, with a heavy step, the mage raised his short stick and rushed towards Strange quickly.

boom! boom!

When Strange saw this, he quickly swung the whip in his hand. The whip hit the shield and made a few bangs, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

At this time, the short stick seemed to be about to hit him.

then……

tread!

He quickly took a step back, trying to create a reasonable distance to avoid the incoming attack.

However, the mage on the opposite side would not miss such a good opportunity.

Strange retreated, and he stepped forward.

And faster and faster, his long stick kept swinging, as if preparing to cause more pressure on Strange.

However, after taking a few steps, I saw a flash of smile in Strange's eyes.

The hanging ring in his hand kept waving, and a dark blue circular complex pattern suddenly appeared on the ground.

The pattern is not big, but it is more than enough for one person to stand on.

At this moment, the battle mage on the opposite side seemed to realize that he was standing in the middle of the entire magic pattern.

next moment……

Crackling!

Lines of blue lightning suddenly appeared, and the battle mage who stepped on the center immediately secretly thought that something was wrong and was about to escape, but found that his whole body was paralyzed.

Not far away, Strange saw the stiffened battle mage, with a faint smile on his face.

He's really not good at close combat.

But when it comes to magic, he knows it very well.

Setting up a magic trap is not easy.

Watching Ryan, the famous battle mage throughout the London Temple, being successfully paralyzed and restrained by himself.

Strange couldn't help but nodded with great satisfaction.

"Master Ryan, now, please allow me to participate in the combat mission in the London Temple."