Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 269 Strange: hhhhgysl, what is this? My spell?
After seeing the entire floating city, Strange and Christine realized its immense scale.

It was as if a towering mountain was floating in the air, and this mountain was covered by a huge transparent shield. On the shield, countless intricate runes flashed rapidly, and the spiritual light they emitted made the entire floating city look like a dream, like a divine realm.

After bursting out of the floating city and reaching high altitude, the two did not stop moving; instead, they continued to accelerate.

In just a few seconds, they left Earth and arrived in deep space outside of Earth.

This phenomenon terrified them, and they screamed together:
"Oh, no! What happened? This can't be real, this can't be real!"

However, a flash of red suddenly appeared in front of them, causing them to stop screaming and look ahead in unison.

In the vast expanse of the universe, a butterfly floats slowly, unaffected, as if the surroundings were not a dark vacuum, but a flower field somewhere on Earth.

It was at this moment that Strange and Christine finally discovered that even in the vacuum of space, they could still breathe and were not affected in any way.

At this moment, they finally came to their senses and realized that they were not in a physical state, but in the realm of the unseen soul!

Before they could think any further, another tremendous force struck them, and their movement speed increased again, reaching the speed of light in just one second, or even exceeding the speed of light!
They felt a blur before their eyes and then fell into a long, narrow tunnel.

The tunnel kept changing direction, like the esophagus of some giant creature, constantly wriggling.

Meanwhile, the tunnel kept changing colors, with red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple constantly shifting, as if these changes could indicate just how far the two had traversed in a short period of time.

“If this continues, their bodies won’t be able to take it.” The voice of the monk Mordo rang out from all around, as if echoing throughout the entire world.

Strange and Christine, having long wanted to avoid this overly exciting scene, immediately shouted:

“Yes, this is too terrifying and not suitable for us. I think we have already come to believe in magic!”

Soon, they burst out of the tunnel, and in a flash, they were back inside the magnificent temple.

An invisible hand pulled them in front of Harry. Harry observed them briefly, then smiled and said:
"It's alright. I think they can hold on for a long time. Besides, with my strength, it won't be difficult for me to protect their bodies."

After saying that, Ha pushed hard, and an even greater force acted on the two of them.

Anticipating what was about to happen, Strange only had time to roar, "Wait!"

The next moment, his spirit was pushed out again and fell into the gap of the multiverse!

This time, Harry deliberately protected their bodies, so he provided their spirits with dozens of times more energy than last time.

Boom!

Their speed was instantly accelerated to the extreme, a speed that is extremely rare even in the multiverse. Only certain dimensional demons can rely on their own dimensions to accelerate certain things to the point where they can cross countless dimensional levels in just a few seconds.

Because of the speed, energy flows resembling burning flames gradually appeared around their spiritual bodies.

These energy flows are tens of kilometers long, like a planet crashing through the gaps between multiple dimensions.

Inside this energy flow, there were only two incredibly tiny human souls at the top!

Amidst Strange and Christine's screams, Harry's voice rose from the chaos:
"You think you know the laws of how things work, and you think the material universe is everything. What is real? What secrets are hidden behind what you know?"
At the source of reality, the spirit intersects with the matter, and thought shapes reality.

This universe is just one of the infinite universes, and this multiverse is just one of the myriad realms.

The world is infinite; some parts are beautiful and vibrant, while others are evil and filled with slaughter. In those dark corners, savage forces greedily lurk and wait.

In this multiverse, who are you, Mr. Strange?

As Harry's voice rang out, Strange and Christine's speed finally broke through their limits, and they found themselves in a vast, mysterious void.

When they opened their eyes, still shaken, a scene beyond their wildest imagination unfolded before them.

Countless colorful and uniquely shaped universes, like dazzling gems, floated around him.

Each universe radiates a unique light: red like a burning flame, blue like a deep ocean, green like a vibrant forest, and purple like a mysterious dream. Together, they form a dreamlike and breathtakingly beautiful picture.

Strange looked down at his hands and was shocked to find that his hands, which were originally covered in scars and trembling slightly from the car accident, had now become transparent and ethereal.

Even more bizarrely, more hands kept growing from the fingers, layer upon layer, extending fractally like the Mandelbrot set, spreading towards the endless void, as if trying to touch every corner of the universe.

He tried to swim forward, and the universe around him seemed to come alive, beginning to undergo wondrous changes.

In some universes, stars fall like raindrops, tracing magnificent paths in the darkness before exploding into countless tiny sparks of light, like bursting fireworks.

In some universes, massive black holes gape with gaping maws, devouring everything around them. Spacetime is distorted and deformed under their gravity, and even light is mercilessly swallowed up, forming bottomless vortexes.

In other universes, strange creatures roam through colorful mists, their bodies shimmering with eerie light. Some have countless eyes, others drag long tails, their forms bizarre and breathtaking.

Strange continued forward, and a steampunk-style planet appeared before him.

Giant gears slowly turned in the sky, and steam gushed out of pipes, filling the air above the entire city.

Immediately afterwards, he ventured into a universe with an ink-wash painting style.

The rolling mountains, the babbling streams, and the misty valleys all resemble a Chinese painting rendered with rich and vibrant colors.

Strange is like a child lost in a fantasy world, drifting and traversing this multiverse.

His heart was filled with shock and awe. These countless universes, each containing endless mysteries and possibilities, and he was but a speck of dust in this vast universe.

During this dreamlike journey, Strange's understanding was completely overturned.

He began to understand that the world was far more vast and mysterious than he had imagined, and that the miracle of healing his hands that he sought was nothing compared to the endless multiverse.

Finally, the two arrived in a special world.

The world was enveloped in a thick, asphalt-like black substance, and the entire space was shrouded in a dense, inky darkness, yet it flickered with an eerie glow.

The faint light emanated from shattered planets suspended in the void, their surfaces covered in rusted, interconnected chains of spikes, swirling slowly in a dark purple energy stream. Unlike entering other parallel universes, upon entering this one, they immediately witnessed a being capable of operating within this dark cosmos.

It was a gigantic head made of pure magical energy and flames, surrounded by raging fire. Its facial features were blurred, but its eyes, glowing with purple light, were like lighthouses in the abyss, radiating coldness and oppression.

At first, Strange and Christine were quite afraid of the imposing head, but after hearing the head's roar, they couldn't help but show a strange expression.

The head then spoke in a hoarse and aggrieved voice:

"No, Harry Potter, keep him away from me!"

I did not agree to give Casillas power. It was you who stole my power and gave it to them!

Damn it, I don't want to be part of the Ancient One's storyline, get out!

The sound was clear at first, but then it seemed to be blocked by some force, gradually becoming blurred, until the last sentence was completely inaudible.

Although he couldn't hear what the big head was saying, Strange knew that the Sorcerer Supreme seemed to be hiding something from him.

Before they could think it through, an immense force surged from the large black head, instantly blasting Strange and his companion out of the dark dimension and back into the crevices of the multidimensional space.

It was at this moment, perhaps when the Sorcerer Supreme finally lifted the spell on the two, that they began to return quickly.

However, on their way back, they accidentally encountered some creatures that lingered in the cracks of the multiverse—the legendary Abyss Demons, who wreaked havoc across the multiverse!
At first glance, a terrifying abyss demon, hundreds of meters tall, exclaimed with delight:
"Look at this fresh soul! I never expected to see a mage who travels through the multiverse in such a remote area. I'm so lucky!"
Struggle, scream, let your fear become my most delicious food!

However, their joy was short-lived. As Strange closed the distance between them, their expressions gradually turned suspicious, as if they had sensed something.

A succubus asked cautiously:
"Wait, they seem to have the aura of the Sorcerer Supreme on them!"

"It's the Sorcerer Supreme! Run!"

"Aaaaaah, I need to get away from the Sorcerer Supreme!"

Strange and Christine, still in the teleportation tunnel, looked at each other in bewilderment. Based on this "tour," they discovered that the Sorcerer Supreme's reputation in the multiverse seemed somewhat—subtle?
Just like these two times, every time they encountered these terrifying beings, they worried that these beings would attack them and brutally kill them.

But each time, before they could even make contact with these terrifying beings, they would flee in a sorry state.

No, the big black head escaped successfully, but these abyssal demons did not!

Just as they were about to disappear from Strange's sight, a golden stream of light suddenly shot out from Strange's body.

This streak of light was incredibly fast, instantly landing in the center of the numerous abyssal demons, and then suddenly expanding!

The last thing Strange saw was endless green lightning enveloping all the abyssal demons, and then he could no longer observe their condition.

After the two returned to Earth's atmosphere and crashed through the walls back into the temple, they fell to the ground due to the residual force, looking quite disheveled.

Because Strange acted as a cushion, Christine recovered much faster. She quickly turned her head to look behind her and found that the two gaps in the building that she had bumped into were not there at all, and the ceiling of the temple was still intact.

Christine couldn't help but ask curiously:
"We just crashed through the ceiling and flew out, so why is the ceiling completely intact?"

Such a simple question certainly didn't require an answer from the Sorcerer Supreme; Mordo took it upon himself to answer Christine's question:
"Everything that just happened occurred in the mental realm; it didn't happen in the real world at all!"

Christine was even more astonished; it was all too amazing and completely overturned her worldview of the past few decades!

Once Strange regained consciousness, Harry asked with a smile:

"So, Mr. Strange, have you seen these in gift shops?"

Strange slowly propped himself up, knelt on the ground, and said with a devout expression:

"Great Sage, please teach me!"

Harry had been waiting for Strange to say that. With that, their script was basically set, and barring any major unforeseen events, Strange could retire in a few months!

Harry then wore a mysterious expression and slowly shook his head, saying:

“No, now is not the time. You need to leave, but Ms. Christine can stay!”

"Wait!" Before Strange could try to persuade Harry, Harry waved his hand gently, and a portal appeared beneath Strange's feet, lifting him out of the floating city and back to the dilapidated wooden door.

Seeing this, Christine immediately became anxious and pleaded for Strange:

"The great Sorcerer Supreme didn't know what Strange had done wrong; he just wanted to recover."

Although he has many flaws, he is not a bad person.

Harry, naturally unaffected by Christine, smiled and said, "I know Strange isn't a bad person, but he is a genius."

"If he's a genius, why did you kick him out?"

"Sometimes, a self-proclaimed righteous genius is more terrifying than a fool who has fallen into darkness!"

……

After being kicked out by Harry, Strange didn't leave; he waited outside the wooden door for a long time.

Nearly ten hours later, at Harry's instruction, Mordo reopened the door, allowing Strange to re-enter the floating city.

However, unlike last time, Strange was much more composed this time and did not make any unnecessary moves. He knew this was his last chance.

Mordo nodded in satisfaction at Strange's performance, led him to a room, and handed him a note.

Strange asked in confusion, "What is this, hhhhhgysl, is it my spell?"

(End of this chapter)