Marvel's Hogwarts Professor

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[Welcome, host. Return to Marvel world confirmed.]

[Warning 1: Due to host activities, the Harry Potter world has become more locked down. Return to the Harry Potter world is not advised in the near future.]

[Warning 2: Due to the shielding of the locked world, a large amount of energy has been consumed. Host is advised to replenish energy reserves promptly.]

[Warning 3: This shuttle has transported multiple souls. Anchoring time point has shifted backward, estimated 10-20 days.]

A faint buzzing filled the silence of the closed world.

Suddenly, magical arrays throughout the space illuminated, soft light banishing the darkness that had previously enveloped everything. The mechanical puppets stationed around the perimeter stirred to life, their eyes shifting from menacing red to a gentle blue—indicating their transition into service mode.

In that moment, within an office in the Vientiane World, a magic suitcase materialized, and beside it stood the figure of Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Fifteen days," he muttered, making a quick mental calculation. "Longer than usual this time."

He waved his hand casually, and the suitcase descended to the floor before slowly opening of its own accord. Four familiar figures emerged in quick succession: Wanda, Ian, Remy, and Vera.

"Professor, we've returned to the Vientiane World," Wanda announced excitedly.

Lockhart acknowledged her with a slight nod. The other three students visibly relaxed as they felt the familiar atmosphere, faint smiles appearing on their faces.

Meanwhile, on the stairs inside the enchanted suitcase, another figure ascended slowly. Tall and thin with a mature, handsome face, the man moved with deliberate ease, yet the subtle movements of the wand at his right hip betrayed his vigilance.

"Gellert," Lockhart said, extending his hand in welcome, "welcome to the new world."

Gellert Grindelwald regarded Lockhart with a measured smile, hesitated briefly, then clasped the offered hand.

"You call it the 'Vientiane World'?" he asked, evidently having overheard Wanda's greeting.

Before Lockhart could respond, Wanda interjected eagerly: "No, Mr. Grindelwald. The Vientiane World is a secret space created by the Supreme Sorcerer specifically for our mentor. The new world doesn't actually have an official name yet—we simply call it 'the new world.' You may do the same."

Grindelwald nodded his understanding, then glanced at the four students before returning his attention to Lockhart. His expression conveyed an unspoken question.

Recognizing the look, Lockhart addressed his students. "Wanda, Ian, please return to the interior of the suitcase. Escort the new saints and wizards out and help them settle in. Provide them with a brief introduction to this world and review the behavioral protocols we discussed."

He turned to Grindelwald. "Gellert and I have matters to discuss."

The four students nodded and retreated back into the suitcase, preparing to guide the other travelers who had accompanied them on this journey.

The secret realm of the Vientiane World, opened by the Supreme Sorcerer himself, was not only spacious but also contained significantly higher energy levels than the Wizarding World. It was, in fact, far superior to the Kamar Taj Sanctum in the world they had left behind. This would make the transition considerably easier for the newcomers.

Such accommodations were necessary, for Lockhart had brought numerous young wizards with him, and Grindelwald had similarly transported a contingent of his followers—his "saints"—all intending to establish roots in this new realm.

Once the students had departed, Lockhart waved his hand. The office door swung open, and he led Grindelwald toward the tea room. If matters of importance were to be discussed, Lockhart preferred to do so over tea—it was one of his peculiar habits.

As they walked, Grindelwald was acutely aware of the abundant magical energy surrounding them. Even casual breathing seemed to infuse his body with power. After the initial shock, a sense of apprehension crept into his thoughts.

In his experience, the strength of magical beings corresponded directly to the energy levels of their native world. The same principle applied to magical creatures—environments with poor magical energy produced few such beings, and those that did emerge were invariably weak. If Lockhart's private sanctuary contained such potent energy, what might the broader new world hold? How formidable might its native inhabitants be?

Simultaneously, Grindelwald observed the surroundings with careful attention: shops selling potions and magical artifacts, enchanted mechanical puppets patrolling the streets, bustling thoroughfares filled with activity. He couldn't help but glance repeatedly at Lockhart, who walked ahead of him with casual confidence.

Though he had expected Lockhart to have established himself comfortably in this new world, perhaps even developed some manner of business or enterprise, the reality before him suggested not merely comfort but opulence. He found himself wondering: Was all of this truly Lockhart's property? Or was Lockhart perhaps a front man for some greater power in this new world?

Grindelwald could hardly be blamed for such suspicions. An operation of this magnitude would typically require centuries for a single family to accumulate, yet Lockhart had apparently been in this new world for a mere decade or two. It was difficult not to speculate.

Despite these questions, Grindelwald's estimation of Lockhart rose considerably. Regardless of the circumstances, if Lockhart had indeed built such an empire from nothing in this alien world, he must be counted among the truly exceptional.

For his part, Lockhart paid little mind to Grindelwald's evident fascination with their surroundings. As he led the way, his thoughts dwelled on the tasks assigned to him by the Supreme Sorcerer—tasks that would serve as an assessment of his abilities and loyalty.

After a short walk, they arrived at Tea Room Number One. Lockhart pushed open the door with a series of soft clicks, then waved his hand. The teapot, water vessel, and containers of tea leaves arranged on the central table began to float, seemingly animated with purpose as they conducted the ritual of tea preparation—cleaning, boiling, and steeping.

Grindelwald gave these magical conveniences only a cursory glance before taking a seat cross-legged opposite Lockhart at the tea table. As the tea steeped, its fragrance gradually filled the room.

"Lockhart," Grindelwald began, "perhaps now you might introduce me to the situation in this new world? What factions exist, and what behaviors might be considered taboo?"

He paused briefly before continuing. "Additionally, regarding your request that I help capture the followers of the 'evil god'—I'll need more information about that as well."

Grindelwald's journey to this new world had not come without cost. He had signed magical contracts and agreed to certain conditions stipulated by Lockhart. Though not unduly harsh, these conditions would require significant effort to fulfill. Yet from his current perspective, it all seemed worthwhile. This new world offered him opportunities for advancement that he could scarcely have imagined.

"All in good time," Lockhart replied calmly.

Grindelwald fell silent. The critical step had been achieved—he had arrived in the new world. If Lockhart felt no urgency regarding the details, why should he?

As time passed, the tea finished brewing. Lockhart poured the amber liquid into their cups, raised his own, took a measured sip, and then began to speak.

"The New World and the Wizarding World share many similarities, but there are also significant differences," he explained. "The most obvious distinction is the existence of gods."

"In the Wizarding World, as you and I both know, those who claim to be gods are typically just wizards with delusions of grandeur. Here, however, gods are real, tangible beings—and magic as we understand it originates from these entities."

"In this world, I belong to a faction of sorcerers known as Kamar Taj..."

Lockhart proceeded to outline the supernatural landscape of the Marvel world, explaining the history and purpose of Kamar Taj in detail. Though Grindelwald maintained a composed exterior, his mind raced with the implications of these revelations.

Lockhart had provided only cursory information before their departure, but now painted a comprehensive picture. The practice of sorcery in this new world, it seemed, was fundamentally tied to serving these gods—a concept Grindelwald had never considered. Particularly intriguing was the mention of an "evil god" capable of transforming an ordinary, non-magical person into a powerful sorcerer in mere moments. The mysteries of this new world seemed boundless.

"Gellert," Lockhart continued, "not long ago, Kamar Taj—as the appointed guardian of this world—faced an invasion by seven evil gods. Thanks to the intervention of the Supreme Sorcerer, the invaders were repelled or destroyed. Kamar Taj emerged victorious."

"However," he added, his expression darkening slightly, "the true orchestrator of this invasion—the followers of Dormammu, the God of Darkness—managed to escape."

Grindelwald suppressed a sigh. Throughout his explanation, Lockhart had repeatedly emphasized the Supreme Sorcerer's power, describing him in terms that bordered on invincible. Yet even with such hyperbole, the defeat of seven evil gods simultaneously was extraordinary by any measure.

According to Lockhart, these evil gods were dimensional deities with their own pocket realities, commanding legions of sorcerers and servants, waging war across cosmic planes. Each god represented a miracle of existence—and yet seven such entities, united in purpose, had fallen before this Supreme Sorcerer.

It was, frankly, difficult to comprehend. Yet Grindelwald found himself increasingly drawn to the Kamar Taj that Lockhart described—a bastion of power beyond anything in their native world.

"Gellert," Lockhart said, setting down his teacup, "your mission is neither simple nor impossible. I require your assistance in capturing these escaped followers of the evil gods. Additionally, I need your saints to help expand our understanding of the supernatural factions operating within this new world."

Even after joining Kamar Taj, Lockhart had acquired only limited information about the mystical landscape of the Marvel world. This could be attributed to Kamar Taj's traditionally isolationist stance, or perhaps to their self-conception as guardians rather than explorers. Their primary focus was on evil gods and their followers, not on cataloging the full spectrum of supernatural entities within the world they protected.

This apparent lack of curiosity might stem from Kamar Taj's overwhelming power—many of its sorcerers perhaps considered such investigations beneath their dignity. Whatever the reason, Lockhart had gleaned only fragments from conversations and ancient texts, lacking the systematic understanding he craved.

"Gellert," Lockhart said, his tone growing more serious, "there is one rule you must remember above all others. In both this world and the one we left, you must never harm ordinary people—Muggles, as we called them."

"As guardians of this world, Kamar Taj has decreed that magic should remain with magic, and the mundane with the mundane. While this separation is not enforced as strictly as our former Statute of Secrecy, any large-scale violence against non-magical individuals will mark you as a target for Kamar Taj's enforcers. You would be classified alongside the followers of evil gods, and at that point, even I could not protect you."

Grindelwald nodded slowly, absorbing the warning.

"I have noted your requests, Lockhart, and my saints will be organized accordingly," he said, raising his teacup for another sip. "However, I have a request of my own."

Lockhart raised an eyebrow, waiting.

"Might I be permitted to visit Kamar Taj? Or perhaps... to join its ranks?"

In truth, upon hearing Lockhart's explanation of Kamar Taj's position in this new world, Grindelwald had immediately recognized that successful integration would require powerful allies. Just as Lockhart had done, he would need to join the circle of elite sorcerers that comprised Kamar Taj. To stand alone would be to invite destruction—particularly if he became a target for these evil gods, who could apparently transform soul and body into mere puppets.

As for the Supreme Sorcerer who could defeat seven evil gods—Grindelwald held genuine admiration for such power. To receive guidance from such an entity... one might not need to reach the Supreme Sorcerer's level to benefit enormously. There might even be a path to becoming a dimensional god oneself.

Lockhart had not specified the difficulties involved in achieving such godhood, but even if he had, Grindelwald's confidence in his own abilities would likely have remained unshaken. He truly believed himself capable of reaching such heights, given the proper opportunity.

In response to Grindelwald's request, Lockhart smiled—a smile that did not quite reach his eyes.

"Gellert," he said softly, "I have no objection to introducing you to Kamar Taj. But I must ask: Are you prepared to serve the gods? And, when your mortal life concludes, to be devoured by them?"

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