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

Chapter 270 Kaecilius: Praise Dormammu! Harry: Go for it! Dormammu: That's not me!
Mordo was clearly taken aback by Strange's question, gave him a strange look, and explained:
"That's not some kind of spell, it's the WiFi password here. The mage isn't some savage who lives in seclusion."

“Uh…” Strange was indeed surprised that the mysterious Kamar-Taj also had WiFi, but he quickly focused his attention on the WiFi password in his hand.

hhhhgysl, does this permutation and combination have any deeper meaning?
Strange then asked curiously, "Mordo, does this WiFi password have some deeper meaning? Could you help me decipher it?"

As soon as Strange finished speaking, there was a sudden silence in the room. He realized with a keen sense that he might have asked something he shouldn't have.

Mordo reacted strongly, turning sharply to Strange. After a moment's hesitation, he said meaningfully:
"The matter concerning the WiFi password involves two successive Supreme Masters, so you should not ask about the WiFi password in front of other Masters."

Strange nodded subconsciously. It seemed that there was some deeper meaning in the seemingly lowered letter arrangement. Mordo's warning did not deter Strange; on the contrary, it made him even more curious about what was hidden in the WiFi password.

……

Time flies, and several days have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, in the training grounds of the floating city, Harry's voice, accompanied by profound mental magic, rang out, echoing in the hearts of many mages.

Teaching with mental magic could greatly improve the quality of Harry's teaching. Therefore, when Harry was the Sorcerer Supreme, his power was at least 50% greater than when the Ancient One was the Sorcerer Supreme!

"This mysterious magical language has existed since the dawn of civilization. Long ago, the Venerables called this language incantations. If that name seems unreal to you, you can call it a kind of program."

However, unlike computer programs, it is the source code that builds the real world. We collect energy from other dimensions in the multiverse, chant incantations, and forge shields and weapons to cast spells!

Strange, standing at the forefront of the group of mages, looked excited, but soon became somewhat apprehensive and asked:

"Even with my current hands, can I successfully cast a spell? My hands can only swing in the air... I mean, how do I go from raw materials to master?"

Harry didn't answer him directly, but instead asked:
"So how did you repair the damaged nerves, and how did you put the broken spine back in place?"

Strange seemed thoughtful as he replied, "Diligent study and practice, year after year?"

“That’s it! And sign this.” Harry handed a contract that was radiating golden light to Strange.

"what is this?"

"The contract, my contract."

Strange immediately noticed something amiss: "Wait, don't we get our energy from other dimensions?"

At that moment, the mage Mordo, standing to the side, revealed a smile that was quite familiar to Strange:

“That’s right, that’s how it used to be, but everything changed after Mage Potter became the Sorcerer Supreme. We can now borrow energy not only from the Vishanti, but also from the Sorcerer Supreme!”

Strange looked at Harry with surprise. Although he had only been exposed to magic for a short time, he could vaguely sense that this Wizard Potter did not seem to be a proper wizard!
Rather than viewing him as a mage who relies on borrowing the power of dimensional demons to cast spells, it would be more appropriate to consider him as a bandit who steals energy from other dimensional demons, or even a dimensional demon capable of generating his own energy!
……

At the same time, in a long-abandoned church, permeated with the smell of decay, dust danced wildly in the dim light, and dilapidated pewter benches were overturned.

Casillas, dressed in a black robe, moved through the crowd like a ghost, his face filled with fanaticism and determination, followed closely by a group of equally frenzied believers.

Next, they will pray to the great Dormammu for eternal life in the Dark Dimension.

Casillas stood in the very center of the church, where a huge and complex magic circle was drawn on the ground using some kind of liquid that emitted an eerie glow.

Around the magic circle were seven tall black candles, their flickering flames illuminating Casillas's face, which was slightly contorted with excitement.

He slowly raised his hands, muttering incantations in a low, hoarse voice, like a roar from the depths of hell, uttering the forbidden summoning incantation.

As the incantation was recited, the entire church began to tremble violently, and a chilling wind howled from all directions, causing everyone's robes to flutter loudly.

The believers closed their eyes tightly, clasped their hands together, and their faces were full of piety and awe. The dark red mark representing Dormammu gradually appeared between their eyebrows. The mark seemed to have a life of its own, shimmering with an eerie light, as if it were establishing some kind of mysterious connection with the dark dimension.

"Dormammu, great Lord of Darkness, heed our call and descend upon this world!" Kaecilius suddenly looked up and shouted hoarsely.

His voice echoed through the church, mingling with the sound of the wind and the buzzing of the magic circle to create a chilling and eerie melody.

Just then, the eerie light in the center of the magic circle grew even stronger, like a gate to hell slowly opening.

Darkness surged forth from within like a raging tide, spreading and engulfing the entire church floor in the blink of an eye. Within the darkness, countless eyes seemed to flicker, emitting a chilling red light.

The dark matter churned and twisted, gradually coalescing into blurry shapes, like souls trapped within struggling in agony.

Suddenly, a bolt of purple lightning struck from the darkness, hitting the church dome. In an instant, stones rained down.

Immediately afterwards, a huge figure appeared and disappeared in the darkness; it was Dormammu's projection.

Its body was composed of pure dark energy, constantly changing and twisting, surrounded by raging purple flames, and the powerful pressure it emitted almost suffocated everyone present.

Upon seeing this, Kaecilius immediately knelt on one knee and cried out, "Great Dormammu, your servant has long awaited your arrival. May your darkness envelop the entire world!"

Other believers followed suit, prostrating themselves on the ground to express their loyalty and reverence for the Lord of Darkness.

Despite the loyalty shown to him by the crowd, Dormammu remained indifferent, coldly replying:
"Go, destroy the protective array, destroy the Three Sanctuaries, and welcome my arrival!"

"After I devour the Earth, you will gain eternal life along with me!"

“Yes!” Kaecilius replied immediately, trembling with excitement. He hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly; his first prayer had actually caught Dormammu’s attention.

After Casillas agreed, a vast amount of dark magic flowed into their bodies from the mysterious symbols on their foreheads.

Many mages showed joy on their faces, as they sensed that their strength had increased several times over in a short period of time!
If it were them now, they could easily kill them just minutes ago!

Having successfully contacted Dormammu, received his orders, and gained immense power, Kaecilius was about to dismantle the sacrificial ritual and destroy the Three Sanctums when he suddenly noticed the Dormammu phantom before him distorting. Immediately afterward, another blurry, almost indistinct phantom formed behind this phantom.

The newly formed phantom roared at them:
"Damn ants, that's not me..."

However, he had barely opened his mouth when he was struck by a jet of dark energy, which shattered his head, preventing him from continuing to speak.

Casillas was puzzled. He seemed to sense a familiar aura within that dark beam of energy, so he asked curiously:

"Lord Dormammu, what was that just now?"

Dormammu's expression remained unchanged as he lazily said:

"He's just an enemy I've enslaved. Ignore him and get on with your business!"

Upon hearing this, Dormammu vanished from Kaecilius's sight.

Despite his doubts, Kaecilius dared not disobey Dormammu's orders. He opened a portal and left the dilapidated church, preparing to plot the destruction of the Three Sanctums. After they left, a muffled roar echoed once more from within the ruined sacrificial ritual:
"No! Damn Harry Potter, you keep stealing my dark magic and impersonating me, you deserve to die!"

I won't let you succeed; I will fight back!

Bang!

A massive hand made of Dormammu's dark energy slapped Dormammu across the face, and Harry's voice rang out from the surrounding area:

"Shut up, Dormammu, just watch and I might spare you a beating!"

"Aaaaaah! Harry Potter, I'm going to kill you!"

Bang!

……

The training ground of the floating city was bathed in a strange halo, and the sky seemed to be shrouded in a thin veil of magic. Occasionally, a few streaks of light would flash by, which were the magical traces of traveling between different dimensions.

On the training ground, many monks were fully engaged in training, creating a lively and intense atmosphere.

The mages, dressed in robes of various colors, paired up and practiced their magic in pairs.

In a corner of the playground, Strange seemed out of place.

His brows were furrowed, and his face was filled with anxiety and frustration.

Following the teachings of the Mage Mordo, he took a deep breath and tried again to mobilize the magical energy within his body.

Close your eyes, concentrate, and recall those obscure and difficult-to-understand magic spells and runes in your mind.

He gestured with his hands in the air, trying to conjure a simple magical shield.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the magical energy within him was like a naughty child, refusing to obey his commands.

The surrounding mages successfully cast spells time and time again, their magical light flashing continuously, accompanied by cheers and laughter.

Strange, however, still gained nothing. His shield failed to materialize, and not even a glimmer of magical light appeared.

Despite his relentless attempts to increase his magical output, at most a faint glimmer of light seemed to flash between his hands, but it vanished without a trace in an instant.

Strange opened his eyes and looked at his still empty hands, feeling a deep sense of loss.

At that moment, Harry emerged from the distant temple, approached Mordo, and said with a smile:
“Mordo, please pause for a moment, let me speak with Strange in private for a few minutes.”

“Of course.” Mordo agreed without hesitation.

Harry and Strange went to a nearby table and chairs. As soon as they sat down, Strange said with a bitter face:

"It's because of my hands that I can't cast spells."

Harry shook his head and denied it:

"Of course it has nothing to do with your hands."

“How could it be unrelated?” Strange, of course, didn’t believe it.

Harry shook his head and said to the wizard in robes beside him:

“Master Hamil”.

The monk Hamil walked slowly forward, revealing his arm that had been hidden all along.

The moment the arm was fully exposed, Strange's eyes narrowed sharply; the arm had no hand!

Next, the mage Hamil placed the suspension ring on his other intact hand, and then, controlling his amputated arm and intact hand, effortlessly drew a complete magic circle.

After the magic circle dissipated, Harry nodded, "Thank you, Mage Hamilton."

Then, with a mysterious expression, he said to Strange:

"Drawing water only makes it flow more, so you must learn to go with the flow and use the force as if it came from within yourself!"

Strange was still puzzled and asked:
"How can we leverage this momentum? It's simply not going to work!"

"No, everything in the world has its own reason. You have achieved success through your intelligence, but that's all."

So wake up, Strange, give up your current self, and you will become powerful!
follow me! "

Harry didn't make any move, and a portal formed in front of him. After Strange stepped into the portal, he discovered that behind it was a mountain peak in the Himalayas where the temperature was tens of degrees below zero!

The cold wind sliced ​​through the clouds like a knife, making the snow-capped peaks of the Himalayas appear even more stark and imposing.

Strange's shoes sank into the knee-deep snow, ice particles seeped into his skin along his trouser legs, and the cold wind instantly penetrated to his bones, bringing him a chilling sensation.

“Wait, where is this?” Strange asked.

“Mount Everest, isn’t it beautiful?” Harry said, his hands behind his back and his feet firmly planted on the snow, not sinking in at all, as if he had defied gravity.

“Yes, it’s beautiful.” Strange said, somewhat puzzled. “But it’s cold.”

"That's right. At this temperature, if a person stays for more than 30 minutes, their organs and even their life will be in danger."

"Excellent."

"You might not even last two minutes before you faint."

"what?"

"Give in, Strange..." Harry stepped back into the portal when Strange wasn't looking, showing a complete lack of sportsmanship.

Strange panicked instantly, and said in utter terror:
"Wait, no, no, no, no!"

However, the Sorcerer Supreme had vanished without a trace, and he could only save himself from freezing to death by opening the portal himself!

(End of this chapter)