Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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"Madam, you may eat recklessly, but you mustn't speak recklessly."

"I don't know Sirius Black, nor do I have any relation to him. Why should I help him? If you'd bothered to ask Mr. Scrimgeour about my background, you wouldn't make such ridiculous assumptions."

George looked the pink-clad, plump middle-aged witch up and down, quickly deducing her identity. His tone was anything but polite as he continued:

"And as for inventing new magic, what's so difficult about it? Back in my first year, I created a flying spell. Now I've invented a spell capable of killing Dementors—what's so surprising about that?

Don't compare your useless pig brain to the mind of a magical genius like me."

White wings unfolded behind George, and a radiant field of golden light surrounded him, making him appear like a holy deity.

It wasn't just the crowd of young witches and wizards who stared in awe—even the Aurors had a dazed look in their eyes.

This was no longer the George of his first year at Hogwarts. His strength had grown, and there was no need to hide it anymore.

When it was time to be arrogant, he saw no reason to hold back. He didn't need to endure anyone's attitude—not from a petty figure like Dolores Umbridge and certainly not from Dumbledore himself.

The key was that George claimed these spells as his creations, and no one could refute it. After all, these spells weren't part of this world's magic system. Only George knew how to use them.

"You… you…"

Hearing such insolence from a second-year student, Umbridge, the Deputy Head of the Ministry of Magic, was so furious that it seemed her hair might catch fire.

Meanwhile, Scrimgeour found himself greatly amused by her humiliation.

Inwardly, he held no respect for Umbridge, who had risen to her position not through skill but by flattering, scheming, and handing out gold Galleons wherever she could.

"Well, since this was an accident, we'll leave it at that. Take some time to rest—the train will be departing shortly. In less than an hour, we'll reach Hogsmeade Station," Scrimgeour said, trying to diffuse the situation.

"But this boy killed a Dementor…"

Umbridge was unwilling to let the matter drop, but Scrimgeour cut her off mid-sentence.

"Madam Deputy Minister, you must realize—we didn't find Sirius Black.

Stopping the Hogwarts Express without authorization and allowing Dementors to search the carriages was already a mistake. The Minister will have to personally apologize to Dumbledore for this.

If you persist in troubling this student, it will make things even harder for the Minister."

Without Dumbledore's permission, sending Dementors onto the Hogwarts Express was a severe breach of protocol. If Sirius Black had been captured, there'd be no room for complaints, but the fact was they found nothing. The situation was already embarrassing enough.

Not only would Dumbledore be furious, but once the students' parents learned of this, they would surely cause an uproar.

Challenging Dumbledore's authority further at this point was the last thing the Minister would want. Dumbledore's influence in the wizarding world was no joke.

And since Sirius hadn't been found on the train, the next step in their plan was to station Dementors at Hogwarts' entrances to prevent him from infiltrating the school.

If Dumbledore were angered and refused to cooperate, implementing that plan would become exceedingly difficult.

Realizing the severity of the situation, Umbridge said nothing more. With a cold huff, she disapparated, vanishing from sight.

This area was still outside the magical boundary surrounding Hogwarts Castle, so apparition was possible here.

"Well done, George. Study hard at Hogwarts—you have the potential to become as great a wizard as Dumbledore," Scrimgeour said, patting George on the shoulder after Umbridge had left.

He couldn't help but feel a deep sense of admiration. Who would have thought that the child once abused by a dark wizard could possess such extraordinary magical talent? In just a year, George had grown into someone truly remarkable.

"I'll do my best!"

George retracted his wings and the glow of his magic as he nodded firmly.

Scrimgeour and the Aurors retreated, and the train started moving again. Instantly, George became the center of attention among all the young witches and wizards.

For the next hour, students passing by his compartment would stop under the pretense of idly glancing inside, trying to catch a glimpse of him. Even students from other carriages, having heard the news, made their way over just to see him.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the others also came to his compartment to ask about what had happened. That's when George learned that Harry hadn't been attacked by the Dementors after all.

Apparently, the Dementors had been drawn to George before they could reach Harry's hiding spot, and they were ultimately driven away.

Of course, to George, this minor twist was of little consequence.

Before long, the Hogwarts Express arrived at its destination. As per tradition, the first-year students were ferried to the castle by boat, while the older students rode the carriages pulled by Thestrals.

Upon arriving at the castle, the students headed directly to the Great Hall, where the Sorting Ceremony took place as it had the previous year.

Before the feast began, Dumbledore addressed the school, covering several important matters.

The most critical announcement was that Dementors would be stationed at all entrances to the school until Sirius Black was captured. Dumbledore urged the students not to provoke them.

He also introduced the new professors: Remus John Lupin as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and Rubeus Hagrid as the Care of Magical Creatures teacher.

After the feast, George was about to return to the Slytherin common room when he noticed Professor McGonagall calling Hermione aside. Simultaneously, he himself was stopped by Professor Snape.

"Professor, is there something you need?"

George followed Snape toward the staircase leading out of the hall, already forming some guesses in his mind.

Snape didn't bother hiding the reason and replied bluntly:

"Dumbledore wants to see you. He wishes to hear a detailed account of what happened on the train."

"Oh? Then what about Hermione?"

George glanced toward Hermione, who was walking with Professor McGonagall, a puzzled expression on his face.

If the Headmaster wanted to inquire about the train incident, it didn't make sense to involve Hermione. Ginny, Colin, or Luna would have been more relevant witnesses, as they were in nearby compartments. Hermione, however, had not been in the same carriage.

Snape cast a brief glance at Hermione and replied:

"She isn't going to the Headmaster's office. Professor McGonagall has a separate matter to discuss with her. It's good news—nothing for you to worry about."

Hearing this, George immediately realized what it was about. McGonagall was likely giving Hermione a Time-Turner.

The Time-Turner was the most overpowered magical artifact in this world, capable of resetting time to go back up to five hours. It was created using the Hour-Reversal Charm, a part of advanced time magic.

In the original story, Hermione and Harry used the Time-Turner to travel back five hours and successfully save Sirius Black and Buckbeak.

George had read extensively about time magic in various magical tomes.

Without exception, all the books emphasized that time magic was one of the most dangerous and unstable branches of magic.

A single mistake could result in the death of both one's past and future selves, causing complete erasure from existence. Worse yet, it could have devastating effects on descendants or even other wizards.

(End of Chapter)