"Tell me about Fire Dragons."
Seated in the main hall of the New York Sanctum, Noah spoke casually as he looked at the girl standing straight in front of him.
She had long brown hair and wore a red robe. Her figure was graceful, far beyond what her age years ago would have suggested.
This was Wanda Maximoff. Erik the Magnet's daughter.
She had arrived at the Sanctum some time ago. After prolonged training, the girl had shed her youthful innocence and now carried herself like a proper sorcerer. No matter how much she changed, though, her attitude in Noah's presence remained that of a diligent student.
Even after Noah had been away from the Sanctum for more than half a year due to specific matters, her respect never wavered.
Wanda thought for a moment, then answered confidently.
"There are many classifications of Fire Dragons. According to the latest revision of Magical Creatures: The Dragon Kin, they've been reclassified as Lesser Dragons. They're dragons that have lost the pride of true Great Dragons."
In this universe, dragons were in a miserable state.
Most had been reduced to research materials for sorcerers.
In the past, they were classified as Great Dragons. At least back then, they still had dignity.
But after the emergence of the Dragonborn spell, sorcerers realized something.
A true Great Dragon was someone like Lord Noah Fenrir.
That overwhelming presence. That profound aura. The ability to change according to mana's elemental properties.
Only then did sorcerers truly understand dragons.
Especially after Noah shared the Dragonborn data, more and more sorcerers came to realize what a real dragon actually looked like.
It was worth mentioning that from the moment Dragonborn magic appeared to the re-emergence of the Druid clan, very few sorcerers managed to master similar spells.
But once Noah and Kamar-Taj's sorcerers established the Druid system, everything changed.
Those once-cursed Maledictuses, now Druids, turned out to be perfect Dragonborn practitioners.
Because they could naturally transform into various life forms.
The benefits to Kamar-Taj-and the world-were enormous.
Based on the transformation data provided by the Druids, many sorcerers succeeded in transforming into magical creatures.
Even so, Noah was still recognized as the originator.
To this day, the spell was still called Dragonborn.
This magic also revealed something else.
The gap between mythological creatures and what sorcerers actually encountered was massive.
Take dragons, for example.
Sorcerers once believed the Great Dragons of fairy tales were exaggerations-stories born from human weakness.
Now, some even suspected that ancient mythological creatures were once transformed sorcerers.
Noah didn't bother correcting them.
Different planets. Different universes.
They'd never meet anyway.
As a result, many magical creatures saw their status downgraded.
Dragons included.
They were officially moved from Great Dragon to Lesser Dragon.
"Skip that part," Noah waved his hand. "Continue. Let me see how well you've learned."
"Understood."
Wanda smiled faintly.
"Among magical creatures, Fire Dragons are among the hardest to conceal. Females are generally larger and more aggressive than males. Regardless of gender, only highly trained sorcerers should ever approach them."
"Good," Noah said. "And their value?"
"Dragon hide, blood, heart, liver, and horns all possess strong magical properties. Dragon eggs are classified as Class A Non-Tradeable Goods."
Noah nodded.
That was enough.
Her understanding was solid. More importantly, she knew exactly which parts mattered.
After rubbing his chin, Noah asked another question.
"What about Chimeras?"
"The Chimera is a rare Greek beast," Wanda replied smoothly. "It has a lion's head, a goat's body, and a dragon's tail. It is inherently evil and bloodthirsty, making it extremely dangerous."
"There is only one recorded case of a sorcerer successfully killing one. That sorcerer later died of exhaustion after falling from his Pegasus. Chimera eggs are also Class A Non-Tradeable Goods."
Noah nodded again and stood up.
"You've mastered this well. You pass today's assessment. Congratulations, Wanda."
"You can go home. Spend some time with your brother and your father."
Wanda's relationship with her father was still stiff, but it was far better than before.
And since her brother had already reconciled with Magneto, she felt she should do the same.
Strictly speaking, Erik wasn't completely wrong.
"Please wait, Mentor."
Wanda spoke just as Noah was about to leave.
"What is it?" Noah turned back, slightly curious.
"Mentor... that new apprentice you accepted. Strange." Wanda hesitated. "Where did he go?"
"Strange?" Noah's expression grew odd. "Why are you asking about him?"
Stephen Strange had been around for just over a month.
Was she already that concerned?
For a brief moment, Noah wondered if certain rumors from Doctor Strange 2 might actually apply here.
It felt ridiculous.
He didn't dwell on it.
It wasn't his business anyway.
More importantly, Wanda clearly had a reason for asking.
"Did he... go to Baker Street?" Wanda looked embarrassed, then quickly turned serious.
"Yes," Noah answered. "He went to Baker Street. He's working as an exorcist. It's part of his training. Why?"
"Mentor, I want to be an exorcist too."
She gathered her courage.
"I've been here for almost a year, but I've never really interacted with the magical world. Strange has only known magic for a month. If he can go, why can't I?"
"You want to be an exorcist too?" Noah looked at her. "With Strange?"
"What? No! Of course not!"
Wanda reacted instantly.
"He does his thing. I do mine. I just think my understanding of the magical world is too limited. I want to go to Uncle Logan and the others. I want to see what the world is really like."
"Logan's place?" Noah nodded. "With Constantine and the rest?"
"That's fine. Your father is there anyway. If you want to see the world, go."
He paused.
"Of course, if you want some kind of 'interaction' with Strange-"
"Mentor!"
Wanda flushed.
"Please don't project weird ideas onto me. I'm not interested in middle-aged men."
"Suit yourself."
-
Stephen Strange had no idea he was being discussed.
He was sitting on a bench outside the British Museum, waiting for his future roommate.
About ten minutes later, he noticed a man with a slight limp, looking around uncertainly.
That should be him.
At a glance, Strange could already tell what was wrong with the man's leg.
Sighing, he stood up and walked over, smiling politely.
"Hello," Strange said. "I'm Sherlock Holmes. I assume you're looking for me?"
"Uh..."
Everett blinked, then nodded.
"Yes. But... are you sure you aren't Dr. Stephen Strange?"
His mind struggled to process this.
The man in front of him looked exactly like the Strange he remembered.
After his injury, Everett had sought medical treatment. In the hospital, he'd heard countless rumors.
A medical prodigy. A top-tier neurosurgeon.
Career-ending accident.
Everett had never believed it.
And now, here was this man, calling himself Holmes.
As a former CIA agent, Everett knew exactly what Stephen Strange looked like.
That was why this felt unreal.
"I'm not Strange," Strange replied calmly.
He spoke in flawless London-accented English.
"I know Stephen Strange. A top neurosurgeon. Apparently, something happened to his hands."
He raised both hands and moved them slightly.
"Do these look injured to you?"
Strange felt a brief sting of bitterness.
He wanted to say his real name.
But he couldn't.
After a moment, he sighed.
"Anyway," he said, "you're here to share the flat, right?"
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