harry potter : I'm Doctor Mystic (Dr. Strange + Dr. Fate)

News swept through the magical world like wildfire: Voldemort, the Dark Lord, had fallen. His attempt to mark an infant, Harry Potter, as his rival had backfired catastrophically. The wizarding world rejoiced, believing the nightmare was over.

Alex, standing on the highest balcony of Kamar-Taj, read the report in silence. His emerald eyes betrayed no emotion, but his thoughts raced. He could feel it—a faint but undeniable pulse in his bond with his twin brother, Tom Riddle.

"He's not dead," Alex muttered, rolling the parchment tightly in his hand. "Not yet."

The students of Kamar-Taj practiced diligently in the courtyard below. Mystical shields shimmered as they honed their defensive spells, while others conjured elemental forces with growing precision.

Alex descended the marble stairs, his robes flowing behind him. His presence alone commanded respect, and the students paused to bow as he approached.

"Focus on your technique," Alex said, his voice calm but firm. "In a real battle, precision is the difference between life and death."

He walked among them, offering corrections and demonstrating advanced maneuvers. He was relentless, but his students knew it came from a place of care.

As days turned into weeks, Alex pushed them harder. He was preparing them not just for personal mastery but for the unknown threats that lay ahead.

"Why such urgency, Master Alex?" one student asked during an evening meditation session.

Alex gazed into the flickering candlelight. "Because darkness is never truly vanquished. It merely slumbers, waiting for a chance to rise again."

Yet, amidst his teachings, Alex couldn't shake his lingering doubts. Could he confront Tom when the time came? Would he have the strength to do what was necessary?

Seeking clarity, Alex turned to the forbidden arts of time manipulation. He consulted the ancient texts of Kamar-Taj, carefully navigating their cryptic warnings.

"If the past holds answers, then it is there I must go," Alex resolved, summoning the Eye of Agamotto. The artifact glowed with an ethereal green light, responding to his command.

The room filled with swirling energy as Alex opened a portal through time. He stepped through, the world bending and reshaping around him.

When he emerged, he stood in a lush forest bathed in soft twilight. Birds sang, and the scent of pine filled the air.

"You've come a long way to seek wisdom," a familiar voice said.

Alex turned to see Gandalf, his ancestor, leaning on his staff. The old wizard's piercing eyes held both kindness and deep understanding.

"I have questions," Alex said, bowing respectfully.

Gandalf gestured to a nearby clearing, where a fire crackled warmly. "Then let us sit, and you may ask."

As they settled by the fire, Alex spoke of his fears and doubts, his bond with Tom, and the prophecy surrounding Harry Potter.

Gandalf listened intently, stroking his long beard. When Alex finished, the elder wizard remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the flames.

"Killing one's kin, even in the name of justice, is a burden few can bear," Gandalf said finally.

Alex's shoulders tensed. "But if I don't stop him, countless lives will be lost."

Gandalf nodded. "That is the weight of your choice. Yet, choices are not always as simple as light or darkness. What you must consider is what lies beyond the act."

Alex frowned. "Beyond the act?"

"Killing Tom may bring peace to the world, but what will it do to you?" Gandalf asked, his voice heavy with meaning.

The fire crackled, its embers dancing in the cool night air.

"You are bound by blood and fate," Gandalf continued. "But it is not fate that defines you. It is your will."

Alex stared into the fire, his thoughts a whirlwind.

"What would you do in my place?" Alex asked quietly.

Gandalf smiled faintly, the lines on his face softening. "My path is not yours, young one. I cannot walk it for you."

He stood, his robes billowing as a gentle breeze swept through the clearing. "But I will leave you with this: When you choose, do so not out of hatred or fear, but out of love for what you wish to protect."

Alex looked up at his ancestor, the