The Law of Alchemy.
This was something the Wizard King, who ruled the Magic Kingdom, often said.
In the Magic Kingdom, the Wizard King also symbolized fairness.
Ancient One heard the request and fell into contemplation.
A trade?
She could feel that this Wizard King possessed extraordinary power.
It wasn't that the Wizard King was more powerful than the Supreme Mage, but rather the uniqueness brought by a magical system different from Kamar-Taj.
For example, opening a safe.
Two methods.
One is to open it violently.
The other is to use the correct password.
But for Wizards, they had a third way.
Make the safe open itself.
With a spell, even if they didn't know the password, the safe would input the password itself.
Aside from certain counter-spells, that unlocking spell could open any lock in the world.
As long as it was a lock.
It was like a rule.
Someone makes the rules, and someone must follow them.
The rule in the Magic World is, I say the spell, and you have to open the lock.
As mages who also used magic, they were more inclined to borrow power and pull other rules for temporary use.
The Wizard's rules were inevitably applicable in a world with magic.
During that period of time she couldn't be sure of, many variables would arise.
The predetermined trajectory was being shifted and needed to be maintained.
The only one who could offer help was this Wizard King.
Because the unobservable nature about him meant he wouldn't be interfered with by that chaos.
Ancient One made up her mind, she looked at John, and asked directly, "What do you want?"
John didn't speak, he just opened his right hand in front of Ancient One.
A dark, smoke-like, and strangely bizarre substance flowed between his fingers.
Seeing this, Ancient One narrowed her eyes.
"This is not something you should be touching, Wizard King."
She recognized what it was and warned him.
That was Dark Energy.
And in the Magic World.
It was called an Obscurus.
"Oh?" John leaned back, and the four legs of the living room chair 'tapped' as it moved behind him and stopped.
Under Ancient One's gaze, John's raised hand suddenly turned pale, with black lines like veins appearing on it.
The Dark Energy became active.
But within a breath, his hand returned to its normal color.
"This is impossible." Ancient One stared at John, a hint of shock flashing in her eyes.
As a mage who had observed and protected this world for hundreds of years, she knew clearly the consequences of touching Dark Energy.
Even when she used this power herself, she had to be careful not to be eroded by the Dark Energy.
John pulled out a black reverse scale pendant from under his clothes.
"A Bicorn's reverse scale," the knowledgeable Ancient One recognized the item and said solemnly, "You have been in contact with darkness."
Bicorns are the opposite of pure Unicorns; they love the unclean and also worship darkness.
This was one of John's alchemy works. During his student days, due to certain events, he became an Obscurus and controlled this power.
As he grew stronger, the magic of Hogwarts began to be unable to make him more powerful.
He needed a new pursuit.
"It's not just me."
John gently blew on the Dark Energy, and the snake-like Dark Energy flew towards Ancient One.
Upon reaching Ancient One, a mark appeared on her forehead.
"The moment you walked in, I felt it."
John said meaningfully, "You are the same as me."
Not the same.
Ancient One needed enough time to protect this world.
But John... actively sought contact.
"How about it, let's make a trade," John smiled mysteriously.
The methods he had discovered himself for contacting it were far inferior to the methods accumulated by Kamar-Taj over many years.
Ancient One, exposed, didn't become angry. She grabbed that power and quickly annihilated it.
Since stepping into this house, this young Wizard King had created many mysteries for her.
The Supreme Mage, her strength was matched by her intelligent mind.
Giving up the method of contacting Dark Energy in exchange for a powerful ally.
Not just for five years, but in the days to come, it would also have a huge effect.
The future Supreme Mages would also understand this point.
"Okay," her thoughts turned, Ancient One smiled faintly, "I am willing to trade with you, Wizard King."
"You won't regret it, I can guarantee this is your most profitable trade." John floated on the chair, defying gravity.
He extended his right hand, adorned with a silver ring and an emerald ring, and smiled, "Our trade is done."
Ancient One's hand met his, and she said with a knowing smile, "I think so too."
For some reason, seeing that smile, John felt like he would have a lot of trouble in the future.
Ancient One raised her left hand, and a black book resembling a diary appeared.
It contained Ancient One's magical knowledge, including methods to draw energy from the Dark Dimension.
John took the small book, his eyelids twitching.
This black diary somehow reminded him of a certain noseless fellow.
"I have a question I'd like to ask you, it's a bit presumptuous, just a small personal curiosity."
John looked at Ancient One's face and asked, "How old are you?"
"That is indeed a presumptuous question, asking a woman's age, not quite the British gentleman's demeanor."
Ancient One smiled slightly, "Let me think, I should be over five hundred years old."
"That is indeed a long time. My teacher, Nicolas Flamel, lived to be 665 years old; he could have lived longer."
John mentioned the teacher who had enlightened him, his tone a little low.
"The Elixir of Life could give him life, but it couldn't stop aging."
A constantly aging body and a continuously extending life, this was a torment.
Nicolas Flamel, who could have continued to live, ultimately chose to stop using the Elixir of Life.
As Dumbledore said, Death for him was just going to bed after a busy day.
"Sorry, for letting you feel my bad mood." John came back to his senses and apologized, "I'm just a little melancholic about the future."
"Living too long, sometimes it feels more like a curse." Ancient One looked deeply at John, noticing his peculiarity.
She opened a portal, the direction leading to Kamar-Taj, and said to John, "Kamar-Taj is always welcome to your arrival, Wizard King."
"Perhaps one day, I will travel here, and I will bring you a bottle of mead, it was something a friend of mine liked." John showed the Supreme Mage due respect, "Goodbye, Supreme Mage."
The portal closed.
John said to himself, "Immortality, huh? Living too long doesn't necessarily make one happy."
Friends dying one by one, young children turning into old people, beloved family members becoming bones.
After that, it's more like a traveler.
Experiencing one person after another around, but ultimately unable to stay by their side.
"Forget it, that's still too far away for me."
Shaking off the negative emotions.
Putting everything else aside, just considering future alien invasions, John wondered if he could even live to a natural death.
It's better to cherish the present.
John turned around and looked around his house.
Calling it 'home', this was actually only his second time here.
The Magic Kingdom was busy, and he often communicated using owls.
Wandering around this unfamiliar house, he pushed open a door.
The golden snitch inside quickly tried to fly out, but John caught it with quick hands.
The small ball struggled in his hand for a while before becoming still.
This was a Hall of Honor.
Don't misunderstand, John wasn't that narcissistic.
This was his Dad's.
Although his Dad was a Muggle, he was incredibly obsessed with things from the Magic World.
From various editions of the Prophet Daily to Quidditch match balls, they were all part of his collection.
John put the escaped golden snitch back into the display case, his brow furrowing as he looked at the dust on the glass.
Given his Dad's personality, who cleaned the room every day, there shouldn't be any dust here.
"They've been gone for a while."
What could be worth leaving for so long?
It wasn't impossible that his parents had gone on a spontaneous trip.
John closed the door and went to the next room.
Going up to the second floor, he came to the door with a Little Bear stuck on it.
He knocked on the door, but there was no one inside.
He opened the door and entered. A soft and comfortable large bed invited one to roll around on it.
Near the window sill, a chubby stuffed bear quietly leaned there.
Three photo frames were on the table.
John picked up one of the moving photos; it was taken with a magical camera.
It showed an angelic girl with golden hair and blue eyes, wearing a white gauze dress like a princess and a wreath of jasmine on her head. On her wrist, she wore a bracelet resembling a diadem.
The girl was 15 years old, holding the hand of the black-haired young man beside her with one hand, and hugging a brown Little Bear in her other arm.
Seeing this photo, he smiled gently.
This was his sister, Ariana Wick.
There was also a moving family photo on the table.
The last photo should be his sister's graduation photo; it wasn't a magical photo and didn't move.
John's gaze swept over it and stopped. He reached out and picked up the photo, staring at the side of his sister, who had grown into a beautiful and charming young woman.
That was a red-haired girl, also wearing a scholar's robe and very close to his sister.
He recognized that face.
This morning, this woman was still a poor female office worker kidnapped by a pimp.
Why was that female Agent with his sister?
...
In the valuable land of Long Island.
Tony Stark, poisoned and not long for this world, stared at the screen.
Jarvis had hacked into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database. Relevant information was constantly flashing on the screen as it searched.
He didn't want his problems to be left behind after his death and affect others.
"Found you."
The screen froze on Manhattan. Tony got up, and mechanical arms helped him put on his armor.
From the mansion on Long Island, Iron Man launched!