Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión) Chapter 1 1: 1 Monologue and Life Summary[Edited]

Monologue and Life Summary

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"Alright. Looks like I've been reborn again. Yes, you heard that right. And you might be wondering, why 'again'…? Well, let explain.

I, a handso young man (self-proclaid), lived a very happy life on Earth. Which Earth? Well, don't ask , I have no idea. All I know is that on the Earth I lived in, I was just an average guy who liked going to the movies.

Sorry, I'm getting sidetracked. In short, I died on Earth. In the most cliché way possible: yes, obviously, an evil truck got in my way, and boom! I woke up in the great world of Marvel.

Thankfully, it was the MCU and not the comics' multiverse madness. But yeah, that's where I ended up, and guess what… the cherry on top: I reincarnated—or maybe possessed, that might be the right word—the one and only Doctor Stephen Strange. Crazy, right?

Anyway, back to the point: I was reborn as Strange, from birth. I don't know how or why, nor who put here. But, of course, I had to prepare myself for what was coming.

And so I did. I saved Strange's sister from drowning, studied as much as I could, and helped my new family invest in enough company shares so they wouldn't have to work and could live comfortably.

Honestly, by the ti I was ten, people thought I was so kind of super genius. But let's move on...

When I turned thirteen, I told my parents and sister that I was going to beco a monk. Hahaha, you should've seen their faces when I said it—though my sister mocked about going bald and all that. They couldn't change my mind, though.

At this point, I realized I had spent my entire childhood without friends, without a girlfriend, without even going outside unless it was necessary. Damn, I should've enjoyed my life more before heading to that damn monastery.

Anyway, after convincing my parents and all that, I did it. And you're probably wondering: why a monastery? Co on, don't be dumb, we all know which monastery… That's right, Kamar-Taj. But obviously, I wasn't going to make the whole trip to Nepal and all that. I went straight to the New York Sanctum, where, of course, they didn't want to let in.

Until I said the magic words: "Ancient One, I know you're listening; if you don't let in, I'll change the entire tiline. Believe , I know everything that will happen for at least the next fifty years, and with the Eye of Agamotto, you can verify it."

Phew, now that I think about it, I really took a huge risk. I an, I had nothing to lose—I already died once. Maybe just a bit of sadness for my new parents and sister.

But I was ready for an all-or-nothing gamble.

And so it happened. The doors opened, and out ca the shine of a very well-maintained bald head, by the way. How do you even take care of a bald head? I don't know, but there it was. The most powerful known being on Earth, scrutinizing . And since this is my internal monologue, I'll summarize what was said.

It was obvious. She asked how I knew everything, tested to prove I knew about the future, blah blah blah.

Of course, I told her I wasn't Strange, with a slight hope that she knew how to send back. But obviously, that was impossible—setting aside the fact that I died there.

Not even she knew why I was here, and what's more, I had rged so well with Strange's soul that she hadn't even noticed until I was standing right in front of her.

Well, in short, she told I couldn't train at Kamar-Taj yet, that I should co back after the Avengers' battle and all that. So yeah, it was easy to convince her. How? Easy—I cut the tendons in my hand. Damn, that hurt, but it worked… and WOW! You should've seen the Ancient One's face. Hahaha, surprising people is starting to grow on .

So, after seeing my… what's the word? Stupidity—yes, that's it—after healing , she agreed to let enter earlier than expected, but with the obvious condition that I wouldn't be allowed to leave until I beca the new Sorcerer Supre.

Damn, now that I think about it, that damned bald woman tricked from the very start.

Well, and that's how I got into sorcerer training, blah blah blah… I'll skip the years of training and all that because it was boring. But what I will say is that in just five years, I was already on the sa level as monks who had spent their entire lives there.

And yeah, I know, everyone will say that the real Strange took less ti. And obviously, yeah, that's how plot developnt works for the main character. Haven't you seen those villains who train for fifty years just to be defeated by the new protagonist who started a few months ago, just because of power-ups?

Well, I asked the Ancient One about that, and her answer was that it was due to a lack of challengers. You see, Strange faced multiple threats, even Dormammu himself, thousands of tis. anwhile, I was just training with monks all day, every damn day.

Ugh, I should've at least gone out with a girl before locking myself in here.

You might be wondering what happened to Strange's girlfriend. The truth is, I felt a little bad—I stole his life, his family. I couldn't do the sa with the love of his life. Or maybe that's just the excuse I tell myself since I can't even leave this place.

Anyway, the Ancient One took care of moving so things—or people—around so that the tiline wouldn't change too much. So, I'm sure Palr must have already t a doctor who fulfills the sa role as Strange, and she'll eventually marry her destined fiancé, as she's supposed to in this tiline.

Damn, I went off track again… So, I trained and trained and just kept training until the Battle of New York finally arrived. That's when I got to leave to protect the monastery—and, hehe, I sneaked out for a bit to see the Avengers.

But it was a bad idea. Damn, I got distracted staring at Black Widow, and when I saw her, I thought a goddess had co to take away. But hey, it's not like I'm a degenerate—co on, I lived over ten years in a monastery, what did you expect? And then, little Hawkeye saw and alerted the others, so I had to approach them.

I have to say, my entrance was aweso—even for . I levitated in with my magic cape, put on my most manly voice, and said, "Looks like you need so help. Mind if I lend a hand?" Hahaha, cool, right?

Anyway, Cap accepted my help. I even joined in on the team pose for the ntal promotional poster I made, and there I was, fighting alongside my favorite heroes.

Spells, arrows, bullets, shields, hamrs, and a Hulk were flying everywhere. Obviously, I held back a bit—I could've closed the portal easily, but I didn't want to ss with the tiline too much.

I already knew the Ancient One was going to punish , but in my defense, she can see the future, so if she didn't stop when I left, I can take that as consent, right? Right? I hope so—I don't want to go back to scrubbing toilets like when I made Mordo bald for eating the pudding my sister sent.

Alright, so while I was distracted watching Loki get taken away and befriending Hulk—hey, he's a good guy, kind of like a kid if you take away the destructive rage, excessive steroids, and green skin—I even taught him to do a fist bump. When he tried it with Thor, Thor went flying.

Then I got a call from the Ancient One, so I said my goodbyes and had to turn down Tony's invitation to eat Indian food, telling him I'd probably be punished with bathroom duty. Under their astonished stares, I left.

And yeah, that's how it went. I was stuck cleaning bathrooms for three years, but at least the Ancient One took pity on and let go out to see the superheroes—as long as I restrained my powers. She even gave so kind of device that would alert if I was close to altering the tiline. Call crazy, but it looks a lot like the one the TVA uses. But hey, if this lets go outside, great!

That's how I started going out occasionally to help the Avengers. They even gave an honorary Avenger dal. Since I didn't spend much ti with them, I mostly just hung out with Hulk to help him unwind. I have to admit, I like Hulk—Banner, not so much. Banner is kind of depressive and pessimistic, but of course, it's not his fault. Luckily, we got along well. He was happy I helped him keep Hulk from destroying one or two countries, and Hulk had fun. Two birds with one stone.

That's how the years passed: cleaning toilets and occasionally fighting Hydra with the Avengers. I helped out during the Age of Ultron, randomly destroying robots. I t Wanda, Vision, and Quicksilver. I even tried to save Quicksilver, but just as I was about to, my tiline device went off, and I had to let things play out. A sha.

Then ca Civil War. That fight was pointless. They even asked whose side I was on, which annoyed so much that I beat them all up and left. My mind was elsewhere, mainly because the Ancient One's death was approaching.

I was dying to ask if it was really necessary for her to die, but before I could say anything, she told , "Yes, it's ti. I wanted to do it a long ti ago, but I had to make sure you didn't destroy ti itself."

I guess she just wanted to rest. After all, she lived for a long ti, even darkening her soul to endure longer. And in the end, she died in the dumbest way. For soone so powerful, getting decapitated by a weakling is ridiculous.

So, I beca the new Sorcerer Supre. I kicked Kaecilius's ass, and when I got ready with the Ti Stone for an exhausting battle with Dormammu, I was shocked to find that I completely overpowered him. I didn't destroy him or anything, but I could hold my own. That's when I realized that after suppressing my powers for so long to avoid ssing with the tiline, I had seriously underestimated myself.

After that, I made Dormammu retreat and returned to enjoy my freedom. But damn it, the Ancient One tricked again. Now, as Sorcerer Supre, I have so many duties that I can't even leave. Worse than before. That bald woman must be laughing her head off—even though she's already dead.

At least now I don't have to worry about the tiline and all that, since I control ti now. Mwahaha. Well, not exactly, but you get the idea… let enjoy it.

Where were we? Oh, right—Thanos and all that. Well, basically, I kicked his ass while the Avengers watched in shock. Since Vision didn't die, I convinced Wanda to join Kamar-Taj. The others made peace, and then the TVA showed up to bother . But I kicked their asses and sent them ho.

Of course, they ca back to nag about not creating variations and blah blah blah… I had to compromise a little, and ti passed while I trained Wanda to be the next Sorcerer Supre. It would be fun to see her bald.

Finally, I would be free. I could escape from this disgusting place. Why? Because after so much ti, I began to hate it. The reason is simple: when you've spent years carefully watching every step you take, even fearing that every relationship you form could change the course of the universe, it gets exhausting. I don't even know what to do after I retire.

Until she arrived.

Wanda. Or more precisely, a Wanda from another universe or sothing like that. To be honest, I didn't care much, except for the fact that she was possessed by several super-powerful entities addicted to destruction. Recognizing the Phoenix Force in her was enough to give headaches.

But she didn't co as an enemy... well, partially yes. Basically, she arrived when she barely had any sanity left. It seems that when those forces took control, they destroyed everything before her eyes for years while she couldn't do anything. So, she asked for my help to stop her, because every ti she tried to do it herself, those forces would take control, and the destruction would start all over again.

She was basically trapped inside a cocoon, watching as her body did everything she didn't want it to do. Maybe I felt sowhat connected to that kind of life. So, I helped her.

She was too powerful. I had to use all my strength to stop her. Of course, I had to take her far away from our galaxy because planets would just explode when we passed by.

At so point, she regained consciousness during our fight and begged to kill her. To stop her. That made feel a bit bad for her. After all, I felt a connection to her life. But looking at myself, I realized... What do I have left?

What have I done in the world for myself? As Doctor Strange, I did everything. But did I really live my life well? What am I doing? Why am I following the tiline at all costs?

I felt guilty for stealing the original's body, but I ended up following his life so closely that I even forgot my real last na. I forgot what my original life was like. I ended up becoming Stephen Strange.

Looking at Wanda, who was about to lose control again, I think I did the stupidest thing I could have done. Well, I finished my job anyway. I thought maybe I could be myself again if I did that...

So, looking at Wanda crying while begging to kill her, I did it.

Are you wondering what I did? I exploded. Yes, that's right. Blowing myself into a thousand pieces with Darkened Wanda was my idea. Yeah, I know I'm terrible with nicknas, but what can I do? Well, let's say I used it as an excuse, sothing like, to stop her. Boom. I exploded... Damn, I didn't even get a girlfriend until the end. What can I say? I'm tired, boss. Even if I kept living as Doctor Strange or changed my appearance to a normal human, this world would never leave anyone alone. I an, we're in one of the most dangerous universes that exist.

You could literally have the friendly Spider-Man or the Beyonder as your neighbor.

Anyway, they say if you stay a virgin after 30, you beco a wizard. I died at 40... but I was already the Sorcerer Supre... Shit, then what am I? So sort of super wizard sorcerer or sothing? Ah, well, whatever.

So, you're probably wondering why this long, summarized monologue of my life if I'm supposed to be dead, right? Well, it's because of what I'm seeing in front of . Yeah, that's right, seeing, because apparently, I'm not dead. Just to clarify, I'm looking at the small hands I have and the two giant elders in front of .

It looks like I was reincarnated. Well, at least I seem to know where I am.

I guess so kind of psychopath must have heard that "super wizard sorcerer" thing, because, yeah. I'm in a world known not only by but by everyone, and it's none other than the world of Harry Potter. And how do I know? Because in front of , there's a pair of elderly people, too old to still be alive, staring at . They must be around 500 or 700 years old, and from the magical energy I feel from all the objects around them, their French language, and because there's a freaking Philosopher's Stone above the fireplace, only one surna cos to mind... Flal!

By the way, what kind of crazy person leaves the Philosopher's Stone on top of the fireplace? And what if it burns—oh, I realized what I was about to say is nonsense, so let's just leave it at that.

Well, it looks like this won't be a boring life this ti.

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