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

Chapter 273 Kaecilius: No, I contacted Dormammu, not you!

Casillas grew increasingly excited, spreading his arms wide, the purple light in his eyes shining even brighter, like two raging, evil flames:
“Look at these corrupt guardians. They think they are righteous and use their cowardly lives to protect this crumbling order built on lies. In reality, they are the real evil and the enemies that prevent us from embarking on the path to immortality!”
Strange, you're new here and haven't yet grasped the true nature of this world. Before Dormammu's dark dimension, Kamar-Taj's protection is futile.

What I do is lead people toward liberation, to break free from the shackles of time and death.

The sacrifices of those people were a necessary price to pay. Come, join us, and together we will achieve the eternal transcendence of life!

As the top choice for the Sorcerer Supreme, valued by both the Ancient One and Harry, Strange was not swayed by Kaecilius. He resolutely raised his trembling hands, and the stable Red Ring of Laggardor appeared in front of his palms.

Although he felt fear and apprehension, he remained equally resolute:
“I have seen death—in the operating room, in the intensive care unit, but the real fear is not losing my life, but losing the right to choose.”

You say Kamar-Taj uses lies to build order? Well, at least they allow people to choose to live, to die, to shield others from deadly curses, to resist evil, and to help people create a peaceful environment.

And what about you? You even take away the choice, turning everyone into living sacrifices in Dormammu's teeth!

Therefore, I will absolutely not join you, especially since you really think Dormammu is a match for the Sorcerer Supreme?

If He could truly defeat the Sorcerer Supreme, why didn't He simply destroy Earth instead of using you as pawns to destroy the Trinity?

Upon hearing this, Casillas fell completely silent.

To be honest, even he didn't think Dormammu would be a match for Harry Potter.

However, his goal was not to defeat Harry, but to defeat Kamar-Taj; these are two different concepts.

To defeat Harry, you need to face him when he's out of control; at that moment, even Dormammu probably couldn't defeat him.

To defeat Kamar-Taj, all that's needed is to destroy the Three Sanctums. On Earth, Harry wouldn't easily go out of control. Plus, with Dormammu's blessing, his power has already entered the realm of the Father, so there's a great possibility that he can destroy the Three Sanctums!
Soon, Casillas rallied, the dark lines around his eyes spreading outwards once more, and he grinned maliciously:

"Strange, you will regret this. When you face death in the ruins of the rules, you will realize that your so-called protection is nothing but a joke!"
"Go! Kill him!"

Casillas waved, signaling his men to charge forward.

A tall man rushed out from behind Casillas, his hands moving rapidly, gathering a thick ball of black energy in his palms, like a small black hole about to explode, devouring the surrounding light.

"So you're that new, novice mage?" he sneered. "Today, you'll regret stepping into this place."

Strange took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and quickly recalled the magical knowledge he had learned in Kamar-Taj.

He raised his right hand, chanting incantations, attempting to summon a shield.

However, due to nervousness, the incantation was somewhat stumbling, and the shield, which had just formed, began to sway precariously.

Seeing this, the follower sneered and suddenly threw the black energy ball in his hand at Strange.

Strange couldn't dodge in time and was grazed by the energy ball on his arm. A sharp pain shot through him as his sleeve was charred, revealing a patch of blackened skin.

But Strange did not back down. He gritted his teeth, focused his mind again, and drew a complex golden rune in the air with his left hand.

The runes flashed with dazzling light, instantly transforming into a golden longsword, the hilt of which automatically fell into his hand.

The Holy Sword of Vishanti!
He brandished the sacred sword of Vishanti and charged at his follower, the blade whistling sharply as it sliced ​​through the air.

The followers clearly hadn't expected Strange to be so reckless, charging straight at them. In their haste, they summoned a shield made of dark magic to defend themselves.

The longsword struck the shield, sending up countless golden and black sparks. The collision of magical energy caused a violent tremor, shaking the surrounding bookshelves and scattering books all over the ground.

At this moment, two other followers also surrounded them, each holding a dagger that emitted an eerie light, with purple venom flowing from its blade.

One of them moved with incredible agility, circling around to Strange's back like a ghost, and thrust his dagger straight into his back.

Strange sensed danger behind him, and at the last second, his flight cloak suddenly unfurled, enveloping him like a pair of wings. The dagger struck the cloak, leaving only a barely perceptible mark.

Strange seized the opportunity to turn around and used his longsword to force the follower back.

Another follower seized the opportunity, put his hands together, and chanted an ancient incantation.

The ground suddenly cracked open, and countless black vines emerged from the fissures, quickly wrapping around Strange.

Strange leaped and dodged the attacks of the vines while searching for a weakness in the spell.

Finally, he found an opportunity, concentrated his magic, and just as the vines were about to entangle him, he used his longsword to cut off the few vines closest to him.

Amazingly, as this vine was cut off, the other vines withered and turned into black powder that dissipated into the air.

Seeing that things were going badly, the follower who was casting vine magic tried to escape.

Strange wasn't about to let him get away with it. He pointed his longsword at the sky and summoned a bolt of lightning, which, like a silver dragon, hurtled towards his follower.

Before the followers could react, they were struck by lightning, let out a scream, and fell to the ground unconscious.

After dealing with the follower, Strange turned around and found that the follower who had been facing him head-on was taking advantage of his distraction to launch a sneak attack.

Strange swiftly drew his longsword horizontally, blocking the dark dagger thrust at him.

The two were locked in a stalemate, with magical energy surging wildly between them.

Strange's forehead was covered in sweat, but his eyes were incredibly determined.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he conceived a new magical combination. He concentrated his magic on the longsword while chanting an incantation. Golden flames began to ignite on the blade, instantly spreading to the follower's dagger and gradually engulfing its dark magic.

The follower watched in horror, trying to break free but it was too late. With a roar, Strange shoved the follower away, sending him flying and crashing heavily into the wall, where he fell unconscious.

At this moment, the hall was filled with the smoke left by the dissipation of magical energy. Strange was panting heavily as he looked at the mess around him, and a complex emotion welled up in his heart.

This was his first real battle since becoming a mage, and although it was difficult, he successfully protected himself.

Clap clap clap clap!
Strange was drawn by the sudden applause and turned his head sharply to look. Sure enough, it was Casillas.

Despite the defeat of his men by Strange, he showed no sign of discouragement. These men were originally low-ranking mages in Kamar-Taj who, dissatisfied with their current situation, were seduced by him and converted to Dormammu's faith.

If not, how could they have betrayed Kamar-Taj, which had become better and better since Harry Potter became the Sorcerer Supreme?

Even after being enhanced by Dormammu, these mages were only slightly above average in strength among the many mages in Kamar-Taj. Compared to Kaecilius, who was originally a top-tier mage, there was still a significant gap, not to mention that Kaecilius was also enhanced!

Kaecilius walked calmly toward Strange, and as he did so, purple runes began to slither around him like venomous snakes.

Once the number of purple runes reached a certain amount, Kaecilius raised his hand and waved it lightly, sending a large number of purple runes rushing towards Strange as streams of light.

These runes struck Strange's newly formed golden shield, shattering it like fragile glass.

Strange was struck by the immense power contained in the rune, staggering backward and crashing heavily against the mottled stone pillars of the New York Sanctuary. He felt pain all over his body.

“You are too naive, and too weak, Dr. Strange.” Kaecilius approached slowly, waving his hand. The dark energy surging in his palm transformed into countless tentacles, piercing through the magical barrier Strange had just summoned, and tightly wrapped around his neck.

Strange struggled violently as he suffocated, his flight cloak flapping wildly as he tried to tear the tentacles apart. But the moment he touched the dark energy, the edges were scorched with black holes. He was completely captured by Kaecilius and could not resist in the slightest.

Kaecilius conjured a transparent energy blade in his hand, pointed it at Strange's head, and grinned maliciously:

"It's all over, Dr. Strange!"

The next moment, he stabbed down fiercely!
Strange watched in despair as the energy blade drew closer to his brow, his mind flashing with memories of the past.

Indeed, it is true that people often say they will have a flashback of memories before they die.

In that instant, he thought of all his past regrets: his reserved nature with emotions, his arrogance towards colleagues, his indifference towards patients, and so on...

Strange was not prepared to face death, but it was clear that he had no choice.

However, just as Strange's head was about to be pierced by the space blade, a golden, diamond-shaped shield suddenly appeared in front of Strange's forehead, blocking the space blade's attack.

Kaecilius was taken aback and attacked Strange from a different direction, but no matter which direction he attacked Strange from, he was blocked by the same golden shield.

The golden shield was only the size of a fingertip, but it resembled a majestic mountain, firmly keeping him at bay.

Casillas stared at Strange with a gloomy expression, knowing from his bewildered eyes that this was not his doing.

So now it's clear that the Sorcerer Supreme, Harry Potter, has been keeping an eye on things here.

Now, he has finally made his move!
When Harry made his move, Casillas realized his operation had failed, but he didn't give up. Trying to lure Harry out, he set Strange aside, looked around, and roared:
"Harry Potter, I know you're here, come out!"

Harry stepped out of a portal that opened in an instant, just as he had hoped, and looked at the scene before him with a hint of helplessness.

He snapped his fingers, and the damaged New York Temple was instantly repaired. Only then did he look at Casillas, somewhat disappointed, and said:
"Casillas, you're no good actor!"

Casillas immediately gleaned a wealth of information from Harry's words. He stared at Harry in disbelief and roared:
"You actually used me as a touchstone to hone this newcomer! Even now, are you still this arrogant?"

Harry shook his head and added:

"Yes, I did use you to hone him, but I was not arrogant. I made extensive preparations to use you as a touchstone."

Casillas's ominous premonition suddenly reached its peak, and he questioned:
"No, what exactly have you done?"

Harry pointed at Casillas's forehead and deep purple eye sockets, a smile playing on his lips.

Kaecilius recalled the strangeness he had noticed when summoning Dormammu in the secluded church, and his body stiffened abruptly. He took a step back and muttered to himself:
"No, that's impossible. It was Dormammu who contacted me, it couldn't possibly be you!"

But then a ball of high-dimensional dark magic that appeared in Harry's palm completely shattered Casillas's hopes, and he angrily cursed:
"So it was all your doing. You made me steal those two pages, you impersonated Dormammu to contact me, and you ordered me to destroy the Three Sanctums!"

Even before that, none of the mages died, right? That was all an illusion you created for me. I was just a shard, a shard to help Strange grow up quickly!

So what exactly is your purpose? You've gone to such great lengths; it's not just about wanting a great mage, is it?!

Harry reached into Strange's arms, who was standing there dumbfounded, and took the Time Stone from him, replying with a smile:
"My goal is simple: I just want to retire as soon as possible. As the second most talented sorcerer in Kamar-Taj after me, Strange has the potential to become the next Sorcerer Supreme!"

"Wait, didn't you say my talent surpasses yours?" Strange finally snapped out of his daze and asked, bewildered.

"Uh... it seems like I've been exposed, but don't worry, I'll restart time right away, and you'll forget about it soon."

"Come on, Strange, try to beat Kaecilius in the next cycle!" Harry snapped his fingers again, and a dazzling green light spread rapidly outwards from him, reversing the flow of time.

"No!" Casillas tried to struggle. He knew that he was now Harry Potter's tool and he didn't want to go back to the past, lose his present memories, and become a tool that Harry Potter was using without him even realizing it.

However, it was clear that he had no choice, as time around him continued to reverse irreversibly!

(End of this chapter)