Chapter 220: Magic Taught by a Deity
First of all, considering his level of magical knowledge in this world, the fact that he created a spell capable of killing Dementors—a spell that had never existed before—seemed a bit too exaggerated.
Flight magic was still barely plausible; after all, Voldemort had also invented it, and there was a similar record of that.
But magic that could kill Dementors had never existed before. And the key point was, this was his first time seeing a Dementor—he hadn't specifically studied magic to counter them.
It simply didn't make sense.
If one had to explain it, then the only way would be to call it an accident—he accidentally invented a spell that happened to kill Dementors.
Secondly, the magic from Fairy Tail and the magic of this world are not the same; many of their principles differ, and they manifest in different forms.
Fairy Tail's magic basically always comes with magic circles, whereas the magic of this world doesn't have such special effects.
With his current level, he couldn't yet convert Fairy Tail's magic into the magic of this world, nor interpret Fairy Tail magic using the principles of this world's magic.
If it were an ordinary wizard, maybe he could have gotten away with it. But facing people like Snape and Dumbledore—claiming to have invented the spell based on inspiration from the Patronus—how could they possibly believe it?
So if he insisted on saying that, the two of them would surely realize he was lying.
In the past, he thought that even if they believed he was lying, he absolutely couldn't reveal the truth—otherwise his life and death would be entirely in their hands.
As long as he firmly denied it, Snape would probably protect him, and Dumbledore wouldn't make things too difficult either.
But now, he felt it was no longer necessary, because he had confidence in his strength. Even if Dumbledore turned against him, he wasn't without the power to fight back.
He might as well show off some of his power. If he could make Dumbledore believe that he was the key force in the future battle against Voldemort—or even the savior who would end Voldemort—then that would be perfect.
Besides, he wouldn't have to live every day in fear of being discovered or be afraid to use magic from other worlds.
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Of course, he wasn't stupid—he wouldn't expose all his secrets and claim he learned magic from another world, blah blah blah.
"Not entirely? What do you mean by that?"
Snape frowned. Could it be that George had accidentally learned some long-lost spell from an ancient book of magic, and then claimed to have created it himself?
If that were the case, it wasn't a big deal. Children having a strong sense of vanity was perfectly normal. Slytherins were known for that, after all.
"Because both the magic that can kill Dementors and the flight spell were actually taught to me in a dream by an old man who claimed to be a deity.
And not just those two spells—he taught me a lot of magic and granted me special powers."
"What? A deity!"
Snape and Dumbledore's eyes widened in shock. They never expected such an outlandish answer from George.
Magic taught in a dream by a deity? That had to be a joke, right?
Since ancient times, there had always been legends of deities, like the famous tale of the Deathly Hallows, but no one had ever been able to truly prove the existence of deities.
Even Dumbledore, such a powerful wizard, had never been sure whether deities truly existed.
After his sister died, he had desperately searched for a way to resurrect her, and investigated all kinds of information about deities—but had found absolutely nothing.
"George, you're already incredibly talented—you're the most gifted student I've ever seen. Even if you haven't invented your own spell yet, that's perfectly normal. Most adult wizards never create new magic.
So just treat it calmly, there's no need to worry too much."
Snape now believed George was definitely lying—and it was a very bad lie. It left him feeling somewhat disappointed in George.
As a Slytherin, lying wasn't a big deal, but at least come up with a lie that could fool everyone.
Even if he just insisted the magic was his own creation, that would have been fine—as long as there was no evidence against it, it would still be considered his own invention.
But to claim that a deity taught him magic in a dream? That was an insult to his and Dumbledore's intelligence. Maybe he could fool a first- or second-year student with that, but trying to deceive him and Dumbledore? Absolutely pathetic.
Dumbledore didn't say anything, but his expression clearly showed that he didn't believe George's story either.
Seeing this, George didn't waste any more words and started demonstrating directly.
"Two hundred million volts!"
He didn't take out a wand; instead, his body suddenly burst out in a flash of lightning. With a wave of his hand, all the metal in the room was drawn to him, flying up and circling around him.
"This is the physical power granted to me by the old man. I don't need to chant or cast spells—I just think it, and it happens.
There's a lot more, but the room here is too small—it's not convenient to demonstrate further."
"Headmaster, this... this doesn't seem like magic?"
Snape looked at George, who was wrapped in lightning and surrounded by floating metal objects, with a shocked expression, and turned to Dumbledore.
As a top-level wizard, he could tell whether something was caused by magic.
And based on George's magical level, there was no way he could release spells silently and without a wand. Snape had never seen magic in this form before.
"It's indeed not magic. Looks like George might not be lying after all."
Dumbledore nodded with wide eyes. He could feel that the lightning surrounding George was not weak in power.
"But we still need to verify this more thoroughly. Let's head to the Forbidden Forest!"
There are quite a few wizards born with special abilities.
Some are born with Legilimency, some with the power of prophecy, and others with innate flame magic.
So it wasn't entirely unreasonable for George to be born with the ability to generate electricity.
Snape nodded, cast the Flight Charm, and turned into a black smoke. Dumbledore cast his Flight Charm and became a white light. George spread his wings, and the three of them flew straight out of the office window.
Within the bounds of Hogwarts Castle, Apparition was not possible.
Even Dumbledore needed to rely on his phoenix to Apparate.
So flying directly to the Forbidden Forest was the most convenient option. After they were done, they could fly back easily and still get some sleep.
George was just surprised that Dumbledore also knew the Flight Charm. He had thought only Snape could use it, since Snape had learned it from Voldemort.
But thinking it through, it made sense. With Dumbledore's level, if he had studied flight magic specifically, it probably wouldn't have been hard.
He simply didn't use it much. Even within Hogwarts, he could Apparate with the help of the phoenix. In other places, he could go wherever he wanted—it was much more convenient than flying.
Soon, the three landed on an open space deep in the Forbidden Forest.
"Professor, Headmaster, I'll begin now."
George adjusted his wizard robe and spoke to Snape and Dumbledore.
The two exchanged a glance and nodded at the same time.
(End of Chapter)