Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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Dumbledore shared the same feeling, though he was in a much better state than Snape.

He had a deep understanding of Muggle affairs, after all. The prophecy Grindelwald made about a second world war had indeed come true, and Muggles had developed terrifying nuclear weapons. Naturally, Dumbledore had spent time studying Muggle technology and culture.

The main reason, however, was that he didn't have to attend classes and had plenty of free time.

So, he could generally understand what George was talking about.

"I never expected that the Muggles' talk about the universe and extraterrestrial civilizations would actually be true. It's a shame their technology is so behind compared to the civilizations out there in space. They can't be of much help," Dumbledore said with a sigh before turning to George and adding, "George, don't tell anyone about this for now. We don't want to cause any panic. It's already late, so go get some rest."

"Okay, I'll head back now, Headmaster," George replied with a polite nod, then turned and left the Headmaster's office.

"It should be fine."

After leaving the office, George reflected on the expressions of Snape and Dumbledore and quietly thought to himself.

The "great disaster" he made up was not just for fun; it was a strategic move to ensure that Snape and Dumbledore would provide him with their full support in the future.

If they believed what he said and thought he was the true savior chosen by the gods, even if they didn't follow his every word, at the very least, they wouldn't refuse his requests for help with his magical studies.

For example, helping him apply for a Time-Turner or guiding him with spells like the Loyal Heart Curse and Fire God's Path.

Even if they were only half-convinced, it wouldn't be the worst thing. At worst, things would stay the same as they were.

In any case, there was no real loss.

They certainly wouldn't see him as an enemy. His recent performance in the Forbidden Forest wasn't just about showing off his magic; it was also a demonstration of his strength.

He needed Dumbledore to understand that even if he didn't believe in him, he must not push George to the opposing side, especially not toward Voldemort.

He guessed there shouldn't be much of a problem. Dumbledore was a man who believed in fate; otherwise, he wouldn't have been nurturing Harry, the prophesied savior, for so long.

As for what would happen if aliens didn't invade in twenty years?

That was something to worry about twenty years from now. By then, George thought, his strength would likely be enough that the issue wouldn't matter.

If necessary, he could probably create and stage an alien invasion scenario himself just for the entertainment of everyone.

"Severus, what do you think?"

Once George had left, Dumbledore turned to Snape.

Snape was tempted to respond that he couldn't make heads or tails of any of it, as he was still in a state of confusion.

There were simply too many things that didn't make sense.

"I don't think George had any reason to lie," Snape said slowly. "You saw the magic he demonstrated in the Forbidden Forest. It was powerful. That magic doesn't belong to this world. Apart from gods, I can't think of anyone who could teach him such formidable magic."

"And the level of detail he gave about the disaster... I don't think someone of his age and knowledge could have fabricated it in such a short time."

George was Snape's favorite student, and in his heart, he was more inclined to believe that everything George said was true.

"Yes," Dumbledore mused. "When we were in the Forbidden Forest earlier, for a brief moment, I almost thought that Voldemort might no longer be an issue."

Dumbledore couldn't help but let out a sigh. From George's recent performance, he believed that even at his peak, Voldemort might not have been able to match him.

His longstanding concern about Voldemort's return no longer seemed like such a pressing issue.

While Voldemort might not be Dumbledore's match, the Dark Lord's special dark magic made him virtually immortal, and Dumbledore's own age was advancing.

What worried Dumbledore most was that if he died and Voldemort resurrected, who could stop him?

That was why he had always focused on Harry, the child of the prophecy, hoping to nurture him so that he could one day put an end to the Dark Lord once and for all.

But now, compared to the purple sorcerer George spoke of, who might destroy the entire Earth, the Dark Lord seemed trivial. The Dark Lord's schemes now appeared to be childish in comparison.

If what George said was true, then perhaps Dumbledore needed to seriously reconsider his plans.

But was what George said really true?

He couldn't be sure, nor could he deny it. The only thing he could do was treat it as truth for now, especially since it concerned the safety of all humankind.

"What are your plans?" Snape asked, noticing Dumbledore deep in thought.

Dumbledore stroked his beard, picked up a toffee from the table, and popped it into his mouth. After finishing it, he said:

"Since the gods have already made their arrangements, we'll proceed as usual. I believe he can handle the great disaster twenty years from now."

"If he has any needs, we'll do our best to fulfill them."

"You can tell him that I'm often in my office and have plenty of free time. If he needs help with magic, he can come to me anytime."

"Though I may not be as skilled as the gods who taught him, their magic and ours are quite different. The more he can learn, the better."

Even if what George said was true, there wasn't much Dumbledore could do. He couldn't reorganize the entire wizarding world and unite the Muggles to face a crisis twenty years from now.

If that were possible, he would have already done it.

Although he was widely regarded as the most powerful wizard, there were still many things he couldn't accomplish. He was limited in how much he could change. His strength was simply greater than that of most wizards, but that didn't make him omnipotent.

What he could do was to continue nurturing George and trust in the gods' choices.

And in the meantime, he could continue to observe, further determining whether the things George had said were true.

The next morning, as soon as George entered the Great Hall, he was met with stares from the younger wizards. He had gotten used to this by now—after all, last year, he had made quite an impression, and this kind of thing happened often.

But this year, it was even more exaggerated. From the first-year students to the seventh-year students, almost every young witch and wizard was looking at him with awe.

The reason, of course, was because of what happened yesterday when he killed a Dementor on the train.

For young wizards, the existence of Dementors was as terrifying as the "monkey monsters" they used to hear about from their parents when they were younger—scary but imaginary creatures.

You would stop fearing the "monkey monsters" as you grew older because you knew they didn't exist. But Dementors? As you grew up, you realized not only that they were real, but your parents also feared them greatly.

After all, the Patronus Charm—a high-level spell—was not something every wizard could perform.

In the Middle Ages, anyone who could cast the Patronus Charm was considered a highly talented wizard and earned great respect and status.

Thus, most wizards, when encountering Dementors, had no ability to fight back and were reduced to food, with no chance of resistance.

"George, come to my office after breakfast," Snape's voice suddenly reached him as he was about to start eating.

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