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Chapter 126: Candidates for the Sorcerer Supreme
🕑 Added 2025-04-16 11:50:19 +0000 UTCNoah's letter wasn’t lengthy. It mostly detailed his current life and his progress in magical mastery.
Of course, he also shared some of his magical theories and practices.
Among them were his proposed classifications for magicians—a system to distinguish magical levels—and his recent experiment: attempting to cultivate magical power in an ordinary person, specifically Ms. Haifin. These alone were enough to send the Ancient One into deep contemplation.
Magician classification?
To be frank, this idea came with both benefits and drawbacks. The Ancient One recognized that introducing a formal classification could lead to the rise of a hierarchy among magic users.
Those with higher magical prowess might begin to look down on weaker magicians the same way many pure-bloods disdained Muggles, Squibs, and exorcists. It could breed elitism.
That sort of mindset wasn’t healthy for the magical community.
Yet she also understood the upside—a classification system would ignite competition. If a magician saw someone at a higher tier, it would fuel motivation to work harder, to reach higher. Likewise, those already at the top would be driven to maintain their position.
Sure, there would always be those who became complacent regardless of the system—but they were never destined to be great magicians in the first place.
True magicians strive—not for rank—but for understanding.
The stronger the magician, the better for Earth’s future. And the Ancient One, of all people, knew how unpredictable the future was becoming.
“This child really knows how to create problems,” she said with a faint smile.
To enact any kind of classification system, cooperation from the local Ministries of Magic would be necessary. Fortunately, she was willing to hear Noah out.
But there was something even more startling—Noah’s attempt to awaken magic in someone without innate magical abilities.
Magic is mysterious. Every living being has traces of it, even if minuscule. Whether one becomes a magician depends largely on the strength of their inherent magical core. There are few, if any, worlds completely disconnected from magic.
Ordinarily, had someone attempted to awaken a Muggle's magic, the Ancient One would have dismissed it as a dangerous, even unethical experiment.
But Noah… Noah was different.
He had already sparked ideas in the Ancient One—concepts so profound that she herself discovered new, more effective methods of increasing magical power just by contemplating his approach.
She surmised that Noah’s method was straightforward: make the body and soul grow stronger through consistent magical practice.
It wasn’t revolutionary, but it worked. More importantly, it deepened a magician’s connection with their own power.
"It seems I need to visit England personally."
She had originally planned to wait for Noah to come to her—but with the noise he was making, she couldn't afford to wait any longer.
Rising to her feet, she moved toward the Kamar-Taj portal.
There were three sanctums established around the world, and one of them was in London. Although the Ancient One could easily open a direct portal there, she chose to follow the traditional path.
The London Sanctum, after all, was registered with the British Ministry of Magic. Any time someone visited, the Ministry would be notified. Still, the Ministry never interfered—if anything, they welcomed visits from Kamar-Taj.
Every academic magician dreamed of building rapport with the mystics of Kamar-Taj.
Even the proud British weren’t immune to this sentiment.
Only the pure-blood elitists remained arrogant. Those who truly understood the vastness of the magical world weren’t so foolish.
Unfortunately, those very pure-blood families held real power in the British Ministry of Magic. They controlled too many resources, too many seats of influence.
That’s how Voldemort rose to power—because they backed him.
In the Ancient One’s eyes, it was sheer madness.
"Respected Sorcerer Supreme, long time no see," came a respectful voice as she entered the London Sanctum.
It was Daniel Drumm, a young Black man who had completed his training at Kamar-Taj and was now stationed at the London Sanctum. Though not yet its Guardian, he served as an apprentice.
"Hello, Daniel. It has indeed been a while," the Ancient One replied with a warm smile.
"Where is your teacher?"
"He’s currently in a meeting with some members of the British Ministry of Magic. Apparently, they’re discussing something important."
"Is it about that fallen dark wizard? Did he cause another stir?"
"I’m not sure, Master. But I know my teacher despises that man."
The Ancient One chuckled softly. Daniel's teacher—Heniel, the current Guardian of the London Sanctum—was once a Muggle-born magician himself. Of course he would loathe Voldemort.
But it puzzled her. Why was Heniel meeting with Ministry officials?
As far as she knew, many within the Ministry still supported Voldemort, or at the very least, turned a blind eye.
Could it be that some pure-bloods were beginning to see the consequences of their actions?
Daniel noticed the curiosity in her eyes and added, amused, “It was Mr. Finniel. He said something that made a prominent pure-blood noble reconsider their loyalties.”
“Noah?” The Ancient One arched a brow. “What did he say?”
“He combined knowledge from several texts with his observations from America and analyzed the British magical world’s transformation under Voldemort’s rise. After hearing his breakdown, the noble had their aides do an independent investigation. The results... shifted their beliefs.”
“And now they’re wavering in their support?”
“Exactly, Master.”
The Ancient One fell into silence.
This was… unexpected.
Ever since she encountered Noah, the Ancient One found her ability to see the future growing murky.
In alternate timelines across the multiverse, Noah didn’t exist. And in those versions, events unfolded just as she foresaw: tragedies and triumphs alike.
But in this timeline—her timeline—Noah’s presence was like a splinter in fate itself.
Every future path she attempted to glimpse became tangled in vines of probability, sprouting infinite branches that she couldn’t unravel. Noah was at the center of it all.
He was a paradox—an existence both inside and outside the flow of time.
And worst of all, she could no longer see her own future.
The one timeline she had believed in, the one she had nurtured as the best outcome—it had withered and vanished, drowned beneath a tangle of new, chaotic threads birthed by Noah’s actions.
That’s why she valued Noah so deeply.
The Sorcerer Supreme is never meant to see the future of her successor. But she must have faith in them.
She couldn't see Noah's destiny—just like she couldn’t see the future of the young man named Stephen Strange, who was still studying medicine.
Yet unlike Strange, Noah was… different.
He gave off an aura of depth and destiny. His resolve, perspective, and intuitive grasp of magic already impressed the Ancient One.
“Could it be... this world has two candidates for Sorcerer Supreme?” she mused.
There was one more with potential—Tony Stark.
But Stark’s arrogance and skepticism toward the mystic arts made him a poor candidate. He had matured somewhat, but still lacked the traits the Ancient One sought.
And unlike Noah, he didn’t believe in magic at all.
“Noah is a remarkable child. If trained well, he could surpass even my expectations.”
But it was still early.
Strange was still a student. Stark was just stepping into his father's shoes. Noah had only just finished his second year at the magic academy.
They all had a long road ahead.
Still, cultivating them early never hurts.
The Ancient One smiled to herself, nodded at the still-respectful Daniel, and stepped outside.
The London air in June was damp and chilly. But such weather had no effect on the Sorcerer Supreme.
The rain didn’t touch her—not a single drop.
She moved like a phantom through the city streets, making her way silently toward Noah’s residence.
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Inside that very home, Noah had just woken up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Hmm? Did I forget something...?"
He had no idea that a force of destiny was already walking his way.
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