Chapter 632

Nepal.

Himalayas.

Kamar-Taj.

Almost the moment Hawk teleported directly from New York City with Gwen, the gate of Kamar-Taj opened.

"Mr. Phoenix."

"Mrs. Phoenix."

"Please this way."

Master Mordo, who had been waiting for a long time, bowed to Hawk and then made a gesture of invitation.

Hawk and Gwen said thank you, followed Master Mordo, who was leading the way, walked through the training ground of intern mages who were doing morning exercises, and then walked toward the reception room where the Sorcerer Supreme was.

It had been a year since Hawk and Gwen last came.

Most of the intern mages on the training ground back then were no longer there.

A small number of mages successfully passed the recognition of "Vishanti" and became true mages who stayed behind.

But more intern mages gave up continuing their practice for various reasons and chose to go down the mountain and return to the world of ordinary people.

Of course.

There were also a small number of mages who would choose to turn evil, join various dark magic dimensions, and become dark mages.

Just like the Master Kaecilius that Hawk had once seen at the New York Sanctum.

Didn't he turn evil?

After Hawk woke up last night and told Gwen that he still needed "time," he originally thought about coming here directly through the portal of the New York Sanctum.

But...

After his sixth sense swept over, he was surprised to find that Kaecilius was no longer there.

Hawk then thought of the current timeline.

Hmm.

If nothing unexpected happens, at this point in time, that Kaecilius, who looks very much like he "knows how to be a person," has already betrayed Kamar-Taj and is plotting his own submission to Dormammu of the Dark Dimension.

If everything about this was Hawk's speculation last night.

Then now—

Hawk's gaze landed on the training square, on the one who was clumsily learning from his seniors to draw circles in the air and looked very much like the future Doctor Strange.

This proved that this was not his speculation, but something that was happening.

Gwen also noticed the future Doctor Strange.

After all, Gwen had also seen these mages doing morning exercises, and the current Doctor Strange's movements were really too clumsy; it would be hard for Gwen not to notice.

But clumsy movements were not the focus of Gwen's attention; Strange's face was.

Gwen looked at Doctor Strange several times before looking at Hawk on the side.

"Hawk, look at that one, his movements are clumsy; why do I feel like he is that Doctor Strange from the New Amsterdam Hospital?"

"Who?"

Hawk pretended not to know, glanced in the direction Gwen indicated, and then looked at Gwen: "Do you know him?"

Gwen looked at Hawk: "Did you forget? At the end of December last year, I told you about a car accident in Malibu; the person involved in the car accident was this Doctor Strange. He is a medical genius. After the accident, many people in our school felt sorry for him."

End of December last year?

Hawk blinked.

"Was it when we were in Mystic Falls?"

"Hmm."

"Oh."

Hawk remembered; Gwen seemed to have mentioned such a thing at the time.

But Gwen didn't say the name at the time, and Hawk was still pondering whether angels and demons were planning to join forces to deal with him, so he didn't take it to heart.

Hawk thought in his heart, then withdrew his gaze.

"Seems like him."

"Yeah, but why is he here?"

Gwen was curious in her heart; if it weren't for the fact that they were doing morning exercises over there, and the Sorcerer Supreme was still waiting for them, she would have wanted to go over and ask.

However, Master Mordo, who was leading the way, answered Gwen's confusion.

"Stephen came here three months ago to ask us to help him treat his hands."

"... So that's it."

Hearing this, Gwen's expression was suddenly enlightened, and then she looked at Hawk, who didn't ask questions or feel curious on the side, and said: "I heard that after the car accident, Doctor Strange's hands suffered very serious injuries and he could no longer perform surgery. For this reason, he sold his Malibu mansion and Manhattan apartment; I heard he is already on the verge of bankruptcy."

Reality is just that cruel.

The reason is that Doctor Strange, like most Westerners, likes to consume in advance, and because of this, he rapidly transformed from a rich man to a homeless person after encountering a crisis.

However...

This has nothing to do with Hawk.

Hawk didn't come here to get on good terms with the future Doctor Strange.

Soon.

Led by Master Mordo, the two came again to the familiar and antique reception room.

The Sorcerer Supreme, still in a white robe, looked at Hawk and Gwen, who walked in from outside, with a kind smile.

"Hawk."

"Sorcerer Supreme."

"Gwen."

"Master."

"Please sit."

"Thank you."

Under the hospitality of the Ancient One, Hawk and Gwen sat down on the familiar meditation cushions.

The Ancient One poured tea, her movements skillful, her temperament tranquil.

Gwen looked at the tea in the cup, which smelled very fragrant.