Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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First of all, considering his level of magical knowledge in this world, creating a spell capable of killing Dementors—a spell that had never existed before—seemed highly implausible.

Flight magic, on the other hand, was barely believable. After all, Voldemort had invented it, so there was at least a precedent.

But a spell that could outright kill Dementors? That had never been documented before. What's more, it was his first encounter with a Dementor; he hadn't even conducted any specific magical research aimed at them.

It just didn't make sense.

If he had to explain it, the only plausible explanation was that it was an accident—an accidental invention of a spell that just so happened to kill Dementors.

Secondly, his "Fairy Tail" magic was fundamentally different from the magic of this world. The principles behind it were distinct, and its manifestations differed greatly.

Fairy Tail magic typically involved magic circles, while the magic in this world had no such visual effects.

With his current level of ability, he couldn't yet convert Fairy Tail magic into this world's magical framework or explain it using this world's principles.

He might be able to fool ordinary wizards, but facing people like Snape and Dumbledore? Claiming that he invented the spell based on inspiration from some guardian wouldn't hold water. They'd see through the lie immediately.

In the past, he thought that even if they suspected him of lying, he could never reveal the truth. Otherwise, his life would be completely at their mercy.

As long as he refused to confess, he believed Snape would protect him, and Dumbledore wouldn't push too hard.

But now, things had changed. He no longer felt it was necessary to play it so cautiously. His confidence in his own strength had grown. Even if Dumbledore turned hostile, he believed he had the power to fight back.

So why not show some of his strength? If Dumbledore viewed him as the future key to defeating Voldemort—or even the savior destined to end Voldemort's reign—and decided to fully support him, that would be ideal.

Plus, he wouldn't have to constantly live in fear of being exposed for using magic from another world. He could finally cast those spells freely.

Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to reveal all his secrets, like admitting outright that he learned magic from another world or blurting out something nonsensical.

"What do you mean by 'not entirely'?" 

Snape furrowed his brow. Was it possible that George had stumbled upon some lost magic from an ancient spellbook and then claimed it as his own creation?

If that were the case, it wouldn't be a big deal. After all, a bit of vanity in children was perfectly normal—especially for Slytherins.

"Because both the spell that kills Dementors and the earlier flight spell were actually taught to me in my dreams by an old man who called himself a god. 

"And it wasn't just these two spells. He also taught me many other forms of magic and granted me unique powers." 

"What? A god?" 

Snape and Dumbledore's eyes widened in astonishment at his answer. They never expected such an outrageous explanation from George.

Magic taught by a deity in a dream? Was he joking? 

Throughout history, while legends of deities had always circulated—like the famous tale of the Deathly Hallows—there had never been any concrete proof of their existence.

Even Dumbledore, as powerful as he was, had never confirmed the existence of gods. 

After his sister's death, Dumbledore had once obsessively searched for a way to bring her back to life. He had delved into records and lore about deities, but his efforts had yielded nothing. 

"George, you're already exceptionally talented. You're the most gifted student I've ever encountered. It's perfectly normal for even a wizard of your caliber to not yet create original spells. Many adult wizards never achieve that."

So just treat it calmly; there's no need to overthink it," Snape said, though internally, he felt certain George was lying—and lying poorly at that. This filled him with a sense of disappointment. 

For a Slytherin, lying wasn't inherently a problem. But if you're going to lie, at least make it convincing enough to fool everyone. 

Even if George had simply insisted the magic was his own creation, that would have been acceptable. Without evidence to the contrary, it would be his spell. 

But claiming that some deity had taught him magic in a dream? That was an insult to both his and Dumbledore's intelligence. Such a tale might work on a first-year or second-year wizard, but it was laughably inept against him and Dumbledore. 

Dumbledore didn't say anything, but his expression made it clear that he didn't believe George either. 

Seeing their skepticism, George decided to skip the explanations and go straight to a demonstration. 

"200 million volts!" 

Without taking out his wand, George's body erupted in a dazzling burst of electricity. With a wave of his hand, all the metal objects in the room were drawn to him, levitating and orbiting around him. 

"This is the power the old man gave me. It doesn't require incantations or spellcasting—just a thought, and I can make it happen. 

"There's more, but this room is too small for a full demonstration." 

Snape, staring in shock at George, who was now encased in crackling electricity and surrounded by floating metal, turned to Dumbledore and said, "Headmaster, this... this doesn't seem like magic." 

As a master wizard, Snape could discern the effects of magic. And with George's current magical ability, it was impossible for him to perform wandless, nonverbal spells at this level. Moreover, Snape had never seen magic in such a form. 

"It's true, this isn't magic," Dumbledore said, nodding in astonishment. He could sense the sheer power emanating from the electrical energy surrounding George. 

"But we need to verify this further. Let's head to the Forbidden Forest!" 

There were wizards born with innate abilities—it wasn't entirely unheard of. 

Some could naturally perform Legilimency, some could foresee the future, and others were born with the ability to wield fire magic. 

So, it wasn't entirely implausible that George had a natural affinity for controlling electricity. 

Snape nodded in agreement, then cast a flying spell, transforming into a streak of black smoke. Dumbledore also cast a flying spell, turning into a bright beam of white light. George, spreading his wings, followed as the three of them flew out through the office window. 

Apparition was impossible within the grounds of Hogwarts. 

Even Dumbledore required the aid of Fawkes to teleport within its boundaries. 

So flying directly to the Forbidden Forest was the most practical option. Once done, they could fly back without losing time for rest. 

What George hadn't expected, however, was that Dumbledore could also use flying magic. He'd assumed only Snape knew how, since Snape had learned it from Voldemort. 

But upon reflection, it made sense. With Dumbledore's level of skill, mastering flying magic shouldn't be too difficult if he chose to study it. 

It was just that Dumbledore rarely had any need for it. Within Hogwarts, he could rely on Fawkes for Apparition, and elsewhere, he had numerous other methods, all far more convenient than flying. 

Soon, the three of them landed in an open clearing far from the edge of the Forbidden Forest. 

"Professor, Headmaster, I'll begin now," George said, straightening his wizard robes and addressing Snape and Dumbledore. 

The two wizards exchanged glances and nodded in unison. 

(End of Chapter)