"Can you give me your secret book on hair care? Please, this concerns my future happiness! "Strange was so sincere that he almost wanted to give Mordo a seat on the floor of the East Ocean.
Mordo, who had been listening attentively to Strange, suddenly froze. He wondered if he was hallucinating. Or could it be that Strange had cast a very powerful Confusion Curse on him and messed up his hearing?
Mordo held his breath and cleared his mind of all distracting thoughts. There was no sadness or joy in his heart. He entered a state of being one with heaven and man. Then, he said in an ethereal voice, "Tell me what you just asked again."
"I mean, dear Baron Mordo." Well, this was normal. There were no magic fluctuations.
"I want to make a small request." This was normal too.
"Can you give me your secret book on hair care? How can I keep my hair as thick and black as you after drinking the Water of Magic? You even combed your hair back in a rather imposing manner. Your hair is as lush as the Amazon rainforest. It's really enviable. "Here I am, here I am! I'm hallucinating again. Is this a powerful Confusion Curse?
Mordo tried his best to investigate, but in the end, he found nothing. There were no magic fluctuations. It wasn't a Confusion Curse or an Auditory Illusion Curse. Mordo ruled out all possibilities. In the end, he seemed to have found the truth.
He stared into Strange's eyes and said, "Are you serious? You came to me for this? "
Strange nodded vigorously. He was very serious.
Mordo looked at Strange for a long time without saying anything. That's why this guy came to find me? He said it was related to my future. Shouldn't it be for the position of Sorcerer Supreme or something? Wasn't he supposed to be scheming against Dum? They are both candidates for the position of Sorcerer Supreme!
His purpose here should be to rope me, his senior brother, in so that I can become his help against Dum. It was like an internal struggle in the palace or a power struggle within a large family.
In that instant, he had already thought of how to deal with Strange's attempts to rope him in. He also calculated how he could maximize his benefits, and even whether he could take advantage of Strange to participate in the fight for the position of the Supreme Wizard.
In an instant, he had thought of so many problems and came up with so many countermeasures. There was even talk of roping in Corrupted Strange, but what was this guy talking about? The problem he was thinking about was actually not losing his hair?
Don't you f * cking know how to use Dawn 101? Do you need to ask me this question? This is a waste of my time!
Mordo looked at Strange and said softly, "Get out."
"What?" Strange didn't quite catch it.
"I'm telling you to get out!" Mordu waved his sleeve, and Strange felt the world spin around him. He seemed to have been teleported out of the London Sanctum by Mordo using spatial magic.
Because the vibration of the spatial magic was a little strong, Strange felt like he was carsick. After a while, he came back to his senses. He wandered around in a daze for a few times before confirming his location.
The huge London Eye was not far away, and he still looked like he was in London. Strange was a little puzzled. He didn't know what he had just said had angered Mordo.
He just wanted a secret book to maintain his hair so that he could escape from a life of taking pills every day, that was all.
Why did Mordo suddenly kick him out? It didn't make sense at all. Strange thought about it and wondered if his words had violated some taboo.
For example, in the world of Mages, the word "hair" was taboo because many male Mages didn't have hair. Of course, there were a few female Mages who were willing to take the Mana Water, and of course, their hair would also fall out.
Was it because everyone had long hair before, so once they lost it, they felt a sense of loss, and then listed hair as a taboo?
Strange felt that this explanation made sense. Because Ancient One also didn't have hair, this was probably the so-called "taboo for the venerable".
Strange felt that he should go to the Holy Cathedral later. Mordo might still be angry if he went now. Although Strange didn't know why Mordo was angry, Mordo was still one of the three Holy Cathedral Mages.
Even if he couldn't get his secret book to maintain his hair, at least he didn't want Mordo to leave a bad impression on him over such a trivial matter. That was too unnecessary.
Strange decided to go to Mordo later. Now that he was in London, Strange could also find some fun to pass the time.
For example, he could go to King's Cross Station to take a look at Platform 9 and 3 Quarters. Because of Harry Potter's global popularity, Platform 9 and 3 Quarters had also become a famous attraction in the world.
Many people imagined that they could pass through Platform 9 and 3 Quarters and catch the train to Hogwarts, just like in the book.
This was the intersection of magic and reality, and countless Muggles flocked to this place. Strange looked at the iconic photo spot at Platform 9 and 3 Quarters: a trolley half embedded in the wall.
Strange looked at the Muggles around him who grabbed the trolley to take photos, pretending that they could also get on the Hogwarts train. Strange inexplicably felt a sense of superiority.
Muggles, do you know that there's a real Mage standing right next to you? This kind of slightly pleasurable feeling was an indescribable comfort.
But Strange didn't feel good for long before he was interrupted by the young couple behind him. "Hurry up if you want to take photos, we're still in line!"
It turned out that Strange had unknowingly entered the line of people who were taking photos with the trolley. Everyone was holding the trolley and striking various poses, learning from the movies.
And now it seemed that it was Strange's turn. Well, since he was here, and this was also a famous attraction in London. He might as well take a photo as a souvenir.
Strange grabbed the trolley with a smile on his face. He was probably the oldest student in the history of Hogwarts.
Just as the photographer in charge of taking photos pressed the shutter, something strange happened.
The trolley that Strange was holding suddenly produced a huge suction force, as if a giant was pulling him forward. Strange crashed straight into Platform 9 and 3 Quarters, but he didn't feel the expected pain.
He went straight through the platform and into another space, and the Muggles outside the platform didn't seem to notice what just happened. No one was shocked by Strange's sudden disappearance.
Everyone was still lining up to take photos as usual, and Platform 9 and 3 Quarters was still crowded.
Strange was a little confused. What's going on? What's wrong with me? Could it be that there was actually another school of magic on Earth other than Kamateki and Greenwich? Because if it wasn't magic, everything that happened now couldn't be explained. He entered an empty King's Cross Station.
Just as Strange was puzzled, a tall and handsome boy walked over and clapped his hands. He smiled and said, "Welcome new student, Hogwarts train 5927 is about to depart. You're the only one left."
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