Chapter 222: The True Savior is George

Chapter 222: The True Savior is George

Dumbledore felt the same, though he was much better than Snape.

He had a deep understanding of many things related to Muggles. After all, the Second World War that Grindelwald once prophesied did indeed occur, and Muggles even invented terrifying nuclear weapons. Naturally, he would spend time studying some Muggle matters.

Mainly because he didn't have to teach classes and was mostly free, he had plenty of time.

So he could generally understand what George was talking about.

"I didn't expect what those Muggles say about the universe and alien civilizations to actually be true. It's just a pity that their technology is far too backward compared to civilizations in the universe, so they can't be of much help."

Dumbledore sighed and then looked at George and said:

"George, don't tell anyone about this for now, to avoid causing panic. It's already late, go get some rest."

"Alright, Headmaster, I'll head back then."

George nodded obediently and turned to leave the Headmaster's office.

"There shouldn't be any major problems."

After leaving the Headmaster's office, George thought back to the expressions of Snape and Dumbledore and silently pondered to himself.

He didn't fabricate this "great catastrophe" just for fun—it was to make Snape and Dumbledore fully commit to helping him in the future.

If they believed what he said and thought he was truly the chosen savior by a divine being, even if they didn't obey his every word, they would at least not refuse his requests related to magical learning.

For example, helping him apply for a Time Turner or guiding him with spells like the Unbreakable Vow or Fiendfyre.

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

There was nothing to lose anyway.

They wouldn't see him as an enemy—his performance in the Forbidden Forest wasn't just a display of magic, but also of power.

He wanted Dumbledore to understand that even if he didn't believe him, he absolutely couldn't push a powerful wizard like George to the opposite side, to Voldemort's side.

However, he estimated there shouldn't be much of an issue. Dumbledore was a believer in fate to begin with. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been nurturing Harry, the prophesied savior, all along.

As for what would happen if no aliens invaded after twenty years?

They'd deal with the events of twenty years later when they arrived. By then, his strength would probably be enough that he wouldn't need to worry about that problem anymore.

If necessary, he might even stage a fake alien invasion on Earth himself just for entertainment.

"Severus, what do you think?"

After George left, Dumbledore turned to Snape.

Snape really wanted to answer that he didn't understand any of it, because he was still completely bewildered.

He simply couldn't grasp many things.

"I don't think George had any reason to lie. You saw those spells he cast in the Forbidden Forest—they were incredibly powerful.

That kind of magic shouldn't exist in this world. Besides divine beings, I can't think of anyone who could have taught him such powerful magic.

And with all those details about the catastrophe, I don't think someone his age, with his level of knowledge, could have made it all up in such a short time."

George was his favorite student. In his heart, Snape leaned toward believing that everything George said was true.

"Yeah, back in the Forbidden Forest, I even felt for a moment like Voldemort wasn't even a real problem anymore."

Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh.

Just based on George's performance, he felt that even Voldemort in his prime might not be a match.

He had always been worried about Voldemort's potential resurrection, but now it didn't seem like such a troublesome matter.

Voldemort wasn't his match, but Voldemort used special Dark Magic that made him impossible to kill, and Dumbledore was getting old.

He worried that if he died and Voldemort came back, who would be left to stop him?

So he had always kept his focus on Harry, the child of prophecy, hoping to train him well and ultimately put an end to the Dark Lord in the future.

But now, compared to the "Purple Devil" George spoke of who might destroy the entire Earth, the Dark Lord seemed utterly trivial, and his plots downright childish.

If everything George said was true, then perhaps it was time for him to adjust his plans.

But was what George said really true?

He couldn't be certain, nor could he deny it. All he could do was treat it as truth for now—after all, it concerned the safety of all humanity.

"What are you planning to do?"

Snape asked when he saw Dumbledore deep in thought.

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

"Since the divine being has already made arrangements, let's just proceed as usual and trust that he can resolve the catastrophe twenty years from now.

If he has any requests, we'll fulfill them as much as we can.

Tell him that I'm usually free in my office. If he has any questions about magic, he can come to me anytime.

Although I'm definitely not as good as the divine being who taught him, the magic that divine being taught him is quite different from ours.

Learning a bit more can only help in the end."

Even if everything George said was true, there wasn't much he could do. He couldn't reform the entire wizarding world, then unite with Muggles to deal with the crisis twenty years down the line.

If he could, he would've done so long ago.

Though he was widely acknowledged as the most powerful wizard, there were many things he simply couldn't achieve. He was powerless to change them. He was only somewhat stronger than the average wizard.

What he could do was to nurture George as much as possible and trust in the divine being's choice.

It was also a good chance to spend more time with George and further confirm whether what he said was real.

The next morning, just as George arrived at the Great Hall, he was met with the respectful stares of the young wizards, something he was already used to. He had made quite a splash last year too, and this kind of thing happened often.

Only this year it was even more exaggerated—from the lower grades to the upper ones, almost all the young wizards looked at him with awe-filled eyes.

The reason, of course, was that yesterday, he had killed a Dementor on the train.

To young wizards, Dementors were like the "Monkey Demons" their parents used to warn them about as children—a terrifying presence.

You stop being afraid of "Monkey Demons" when you grow up because you realize they don't exist. But Dementors? You grow up to realize they not only exist but that your parents fear them as much as you do.

You must know, the Patronus Charm is a high-level spell—not every wizard can cast it.

Back in the Middle Ages, any wizard capable of using the Patronus Charm was considered extremely talented and would earn great respect.

So most wizards, when encountering Dementors, could only become food, completely unable to resist.

"George, come to my office after breakfast."

He had just sat down and hadn't even touched his food when he heard Snape's voice.

(End of Chapter)