The storm enveloped the whole city,

There seemed to be something condensing in the swirling and rising clouds.

It was a starless night.

A car drove down a long street, its headlights barely illuminating the road ahead, and stopped in front of a hospital on the outskirts of the city.

On the gate is a statue of the Virgin Mary, and on the right is the bell tower, but it has fallen into disrepair, and the layers of cobwebs mark that it has become the territory of spiders.

The door opened, and Stephen Strange, with a short beard and meticulous hair grooming, got out of the car, and the wind shook Strange a little, and he couldn't stand steadily.

Strange enters the hospital,

The hospital is much smaller and more crowded than expected.

The corridors are full of beds, but many of them are empty, which is said to be related to the health products produced by Osborne Industries, which are improving the overall physical fitness of the whole population, and many people are getting stronger.

"Dr. Strange?" The female nurse sitting at the service desk saw him coming, and immediately squeezed out a smile on her face: "I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

As she spoke, the nurse walked over and handed Strange a copy of the paperwork.

"What about the patient?" Strange flipped through the information, looked up and asked the nurse, "She's only 12 years old?" ”

"This way, please." The nurse turned around and led Dr. Strange inside, and she said, "We know you never pick up young patients, but this one is very special. ”

The nurse brought Strange, who had changed into a white lab coat, to the door of the hospital room, where a little girl was lying on the bed, her eyes closed, and her mother was sitting in front of the bed with a sad face.

The arrival of the two immediately attracted the attention of the patient's mother.

"This is Dr. Strange, one of the best neurosurgeons in the world and an expert in abnormal brain disorders," the nurse said. ”

"What happened before she lost consciousness?" Strange looked at the little girl's brain CT data.

"She's had nightmares."

"Nightmares?" Strange paused, and he turned to look at the female nurse, "She probably needs a neurologist, not a surgeon." ”

"It's not a nerve problem, look at this," the female nurse pulled out a piece of information: "Here." ”

"Brain plugs?" Strange's expression changed slightly.

"This one is from a week ago, and this one is ......" The female nurse took out another one: "There are eight of them taken today, and she has grown seven brain bolts in a week." ”

"I've never seen anything like this," Strange said, surprised by the condition.

With what he has learned, and his clinical experience, this is not possible.

"But I've seen it, please come with me." The nurse said.

The two of them walked deeper into the hospital, the hallway was dark, and the air seemed to be getting a little cold.

And when you open the door of the deepest ward, Strange is presented with dozens of beds, each with a child lying on it!

Strange stood in the doorway, and he began to notice that something was wrong, perhaps more than he expected.

……

By the time Strange left the hospital, it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, the streets were empty, and cars were sinking into the night.

Suddenly, Strange sensed something was wrong, and he looked up to find a car running rampant behind the car.

The car loses control, the airbag deploys, and Strange loses consciousness.

"Someone saw us"

In the darkness, there are two figures: "For Dormammu"

"That's right, for Dormammu"

……

Brick Street, Holy of Holy.

Black clouds crush the city.

The Ancient One mage stood at the door of the Holy of Holies with her polished head reflecting the moonlight, her gaze looking at the bald head opposite.

"You're Dormammu's new lackey?"

Voldemort, who was dressed in a black robe and fluttered in the wind without gravity, and his thin cheeks were emaciated, and he laughed grotesquely: "Hahahahaha! ”

Voldemort, who had seen the power of Dormammum firsthand, had his first mission as a minion, attacking the Holy of Holies and killing the Ancient One.

And this coincides with his goal from the beginning.

Voldemort raised his wand, and with the blessing of the Elder Wand, the Grim Reaper, and the power from the dark dimension of Dormammu, the wand shimmered like the blessing of many gods.

He just waved his wand lightly, but the Ancient One's face changed suddenly.

That's right, as a Supreme Mage, the Ancient One is even more powerful, it's just ...... The strength of the other party contained an aura that made her feel ominous, and it did not come from Dormammu.

"You're being controlled, a spell" The Ancient One mage raised his hand and slapped away the spell from Voldemort: "A very subtle spell, if I had never seen the owner of the spell, I would not have found it, but the spell he released left a breath unique to his own soul." ”

The Ancient One's expression changed drastically: "Dumbledore, he is the one behind it. ”

The Supreme Mage had figured out the crux of the matter, the white-bearded old man who was full of weirdness and strange souls was actually not as amiable as he seemed on the surface.

Voldemort was still smiling, his smile still looking so oozing.

"Avada Suo!!"

The miserable green light, with the blessing of the magical power of the three worlds, burst out with extra-dimensional energy, and the green spell should be said to be a straight ray, hitting the forehead of the ancient mage.

She jerked her palms forward, the space warping to block the erosion of the killing curse.

The Ancient One's forehead was sweating, in the war with the Dark Dimension a long time ago, the Ancient One had already been seriously injured, and Voldemort's attack was too strong, so she had to slowly use all her strength to resist.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spat out.

"Hahahaha!!" Voldemort laughed, he threw out the Grim Reaper's skull in his left hand, and grabbed the wand with both hands, the green glow stronger.

Just when the winner is decided.

"Remove your weapon!" The red light bloomed in the shouts of the old white-bearded old man.

The red light and the green light froze, slowly pushing it away from the ancient mage's body.

"Ancient One Mage, are you okay?" Dumbledore asked worriedly as he parlocked with Voldemort.

And De Modu, who followed closely, helped up the ancient one.

"Thank you, Mr. Dumbledore, we should retreat for now." And the king came along.

"No, behind it is the Holy of Holies of Holies " Mordo resolutely refused.

If the Holy of Holies is contributed, the multiverse they protect may also have unpredictable consequences!

"Then fight him off!"

The white beard flew, and the old wizard stared at him, bursting out with an astonishing momentum.

At the same time, Voldemort, who was gradually losing his mana supply and reducing the power of the killing curse on the other side, also understood it and released a spell that rolled up the thunder and storm in the sky.

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