"Noah? Why are you here?"
Inside the Ministry of Magic in London, Hermione looked at Noah in surprise. Then her gaze shifted, and she instinctively became more reserved.
"Nagini... you're back too?"
Hermione knew exactly who the woman beside Noah was.
Nagini.
The first Druid on Earth.
The one who had followed Noah for many years.
The snake Noah had once left behind to save Harry-her.
She had been saved by Noah, freed completely from her former fate, transforming from a Maledictus into a normal human. A sorcerer with innate dragon-blood magic.
She was also the former administrator of the Druid tribe.
Under her management, the Druids had remained stable.
More than that, it was under her control that the Druids smoothly integrated into the magical world, becoming an indispensable part of it-and a point of pride for British magic.
To be honest, Hermione still carried a trace of wariness toward Nagini.
But she also knew that such wariness was meaningless.
Noah was too outstanding.
That fact alone made resistance feel pointless.
Hermione could only accept it-with some helplessness-as part of having a boyfriend like him.
"Yes, I just got back," Nagini nodded. "I happened to tell Noah some news, so he came over. I also wanted to see if I could help."
"Help?" Hermione frowned slightly and turned to Noah. "What happened? Did something go wrong?"
"There is a small problem," Noah nodded. "Some people slipped into the British magical community."
"That's troublesome."
"Someone got in?" Hermione's expression sharpened immediately.
The British magical community-setting Noah aside-was still one of the world's strongest.
Its defenses were solid.
The Ministry kept close watch on outsiders.
It was rare for anyone to sneak in undetected.
But Noah was speaking with certainty.
And clearly, this wasn't about ordinary sorcerers.
That alone made Hermione feel uneasy.
After a brief pause, something clicked.
She looked up at Noah.
"...Kamar-Taj?" she asked carefully. "Did something happen there?"
"Oh?" Noah smiled faintly. "You noticed?"
"Yes. It's from Kamar-Taj."
"An apprentice. Magic level five or six. Already entered the British magical community."
"We noticed that much," Hermione said quickly. "But we can't investigate Kamar-Taj sorcerers. You know that."
"Could it be that something's wrong inside Kamar-Taj?"
"Do you think that's possible?" Noah sighed.
"Internal strife isn't possible there."
"But individuals with dangerous ideas inevitably appear."
"That's unavoidable."
"Unfortunately, I can't act directly against this one."
"All I can do is prepare."
Hermione understood what he meant.
The position of Sorcerer Supreme was tempting-especially to disciples of the Ancient One.
But that temptation only existed for outsiders.
Within Kamar-Taj, once a decision was made, it was final.
Kaecilius wasn't after the title.
He was fixated on summoning Dormammu.
On dragging Earth-and possibly the entire universe-into death alongside his son and wife.
A desperate man would do anything.
That part left Noah feeling helpless.
Still, what concerned him now wasn't Kaecilius himself.
It was what materials he was trying to obtain.
As far as Noah remembered, summoning Dormammu only required a single spell.
So why the preparations?
"Alright," Hermione nodded. "I understand."
"If you think it's appropriate, I'll have the Aurors pay closer attention to unfamiliar Kamar-Taj sorcerers."
"Good," Noah nodded.
"Especially those with eye problems."
"The kind that look like they've been smoked."
Noah remembered Kaecilius's group clearly.
They were... distinctive.
Almost fashionable, in a disturbing way.
According to William Moore, there was also a clear dark aura around them.
That alone made them hard to miss.
Noah had come to pass on this information-and to ask Hermione to warn other magical communities as well.
If it weren't for the Ancient One's insistence on principle-
Never acting before events truly occurred, even when the future had already been seen-
Noah would have killed Kaecilius long ago.
Why wait?
"...Forget it," Noah thought.
"It's just annoying. Not dangerous to me."
"Damn it, Sherlock."
Everett stared at the unconscious Komiya on the floor, disbelief written all over his face.
"Are you really doing this?"
Then he looked at Strange with a strange expression.
"Honestly, you're on the same level as Derren Brown."
"No," Strange shook his head. "Fundamentally different."
"I use magic."
"He uses suggestion."
"Enough talking. Where's the bag?"
"Here." Everett tossed it over.
He watched as Strange smoothly pulled out a small bottle.
"What's that?"
"Truth serum," Strange said calmly.
"My mentor gave it to me."
"It was refined by his former professor."
"It forces people to reveal secrets they're unwilling to recall or say."
As he spoke, Strange poured the potion into Komiya's mouth.
Once it was done, he raised his hand.
A faint golden hexagram rune appeared in his palm.
"Wake up."
Another spell followed.
Strange didn't need a wand.
In fact, Noah had never even mentioned one.
Strange had always cast spells using the method Noah taught him.
It was extremely unfriendly to beginners.
It demanded terrifying control.
But for Strange, it wasn't a problem at all.
Aside from lacking raw magical power, he executed it flawlessly.
Soon, under the spell's influence, Komiya slowly opened her eyes.
Her gaze was unfocused.
Like someone half-awake from a nightmare.
It was exactly the state Strange wanted.
He had no intention of being cruel.
"Ms. Komiya," Strange said gently. "Tell me what happened that night."
"You know which night."
"The wolf's howling."
"What was your nightmare?"
"I... I..." Komiya began to tremble violently.
Fear flooded her face.
"My... basement..."
"I saw a wolf eating someone!"
"A werewolf!"
"A werewolf eating a person-ahhh!"
"Damn it. Quiet."
"Sleep."
"Now."
The scream pierced the room.
Strange's head throbbed.
He immediately cast another spell, forcing her back into deep sleep.
Honestly, women's vocal cords and lung capacity were a mystery.
If he'd been a second slower, the police would already be knocking.
That was not the outcome he wanted.
"Satisfied now, Sherlock?" Everett frowned.
"You're crossing a line."
"Methods are one thing."
"This is too much."
"Shut up, John."
Strange ignored him.
He reopened the bag and took out several dried herbs.
He grabbed a cup, tossed them in, and poured hot water over them.
The liquid slowly turned a faint blue.
Unnaturally beautiful.
"What's that?" Everett stared. "Another potion?"
"Memory erasure?"
"No," Strange replied calmly.
Then he glanced at Everett with mild disdain.
"I can make her forget everything related to this."
"Whether it was real or a dream."
"Personally, I think it was real."
"...Wow."
"There's something like that?"
"Brookweed leaves," Strange said.
"The roots look like a human head."
"Terrifying."
"But they're used in life-saving potions."
"Organ regeneration."
"The leaves, though, can ease worries."
"That's what I'm making."
"So... a hallucinogen?"
"No," Strange said flatly.
"I prefer 'Water of Oblivion.'"
As he poured the blue liquid into Komiya's mouth, Strange guided the magic carefully.
Selecting which memories to erase.
Moments later, it was done.
He exhaled, lifted her, and laid her gently on the sofa.
"Let's go, John," Strange said.
"She mentioned the basement."
"We should check it."
"...Yeah," Everett nodded.
Then he hesitated.
"Have you ever considered changing professions?"
"What?"
"If you sold that stuff," Everett said seriously, "and helped people erase painful memories..."
"Wouldn't that be safer?"
"And way more profitable?"
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