Chapter 221: The True Savior is George

Dumbledore shared similar thoughts, but he was in a much better state than Snape.

He had a deeper understanding of Muggles, especially since Grindelwald had predicted the Second World War, which had indeed occurred, and Muggles had invented the terrifying nuclear weapons. Naturally, he had spent time studying some of their things.

Mainly, it was because he didn't have to attend classes, leaving him with a lot of free time.

Therefore, he was able to roughly understand what George had said.

"I didn't expect that the Muggles' concept of space, alien civilizations, was actually true.

Unfortunately, their technology is so far behind compared to the civilizations in the universe that they can't offer any help," Dumbledore sighed. Then, he looked at George and said:

"George, don't tell anyone about this yet. It could cause a panic. It's very late now. Go get some rest."

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

George nodded obediently, turned, and left the Headmaster's office.

'It should be fine,' George thought to himself as he reflected on Snape and Dumbledore's reactions after leaving the office.

The "great disaster" he fabricated wasn't just for fun; it was meant to ensure that Snape and Dumbledore would help him in the future.

If they believed his story and thought he was the true savior chosen by the gods, even if they didn't obey him, they would at least not refuse his requests for magical learning.

For example, helping him request a Time-Turner or guiding him in certain spells like the Loyalty Charm.

Even if they were only half-convinced, it wouldn't be such a bad thing. At worst, things would remain unchanged.

Anyway, there would be no harm done.

They wouldn't consider him an enemy—his performance in the Forbidden Forest was not just showing off magic but also strength.

He made sure Dumbledore understood that even if he didn't believe, he couldn't afford to push George, with his formidable strength, into an adversarial position, especially not towards Voldemort.

He figured there wouldn't be much of a problem. Dumbledore was a believer in fate; otherwise, he wouldn't have spent so much effort on Harry, the prophesied savior.

What if aliens didn't invade in twenty years? Well, that could be dealt with later. By then, his strength might be enough to not need to worry about such things.

If necessary, he could even stage an alien invasion for entertainment.

"Severus, what do you think?"

After George left, Dumbledore turned to Snape.

Snape felt he couldn't answer at all because he was still in a daze.

So many things were just impossible to understand.

"I don't think George needs to lie. You saw the magic he displayed in the Forbidden Forest—it was powerful.

That's not the kind of magic that should exist in this world. Other than the gods, I can't think of anyone who could teach him such powerful magic.

And those detailed descriptions of the disaster? I don't think someone his age and level of understanding could make them up so quickly."

George was his favorite student, and he leaned towards believing that everything George said was true.

"Yes, earlier in the Forbidden Forest, I felt that even Voldemort wouldn't be much of an issue."

Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh deeply.

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

He had always worried about Voldemort's resurrection, but now it seemed like it wasn't such a big deal anymore. Voldemort might not be his opponent, but he couldn't be killed by ordinary means due to his use of dark magic, and with age catching up, Dumbledore had feared that if he died, who would stop Voldemort from coming back?

Now, however, compared to George's talk about a purple villain who could destroy the entire Earth, Voldemort seemed trivial. His dark schemes seemed almost childish in comparison.

If what George said was true, Dumbledore would need to reconsider his plans.

But, was what George said true?

He couldn't be sure, and couldn't deny it either. For now, he had to treat it as true, especially since it concerned the safety of all humanity.

"What are you planning to do?"

Snape asked when he noticed that Dumbledore had fallen into deep thought.

Dumbledore stroked his beard, grabbed a toffee from his desk, and popped it in his mouth. Once he finished, he said:

"Since the gods have made their arrangements, we'll carry on as usual. I believe he can deal with the great disaster in twenty years.

If he has any needs, we should try to meet them if possible.

You can tell him that I usually have some free time in the office, and if he has any questions about magic, he can come find me anytime.

Though I'm sure I'm not as good as the god who's teaching him, the magic he's being taught is very different from our own.

Learning more is always helpful."

Even if what George said was true, Dumbledore couldn't do much. He couldn't reorganize the entire wizarding world and unite Muggles to deal with a crisis in twenty years.

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

Although he was recognized as the most powerful wizard, there were many things he couldn't change. He was only a little stronger than most wizards.

What he could do was nurture George as much as possible and trust the god's judgment.

He would continue to interact with George to further confirm whether what he said was true.

The next morning, when George entered the Great Hall, all the younger witches and wizards gave him a respectful look. He was already used to this—it happened frequently last year when he stole the spotlight.

But this year was even more exaggerated. From the younger years to the older ones, almost all of the students looked at him with awe.

The reason was, of course, because he had killed a Dementor on the train the previous day.

For younger wizards, Dementors were as terrifying as the "Man-monkey" stories their parents would tell them when they were young.

The "Man-monkey" wasn't scary once you grew up because you knew it didn't exist, but Dementors were different. As you grew older, you found out not only were they real, but your parents were also terrified of them.

You should know that the advanced Patronus Charm isn't a spell every wizard can perform.

In the medieval era, anyone who could cast a Patronus Charm was considered exceptionally talented and was highly respected.

Most wizards, when encountering Dementors, would be powerless to fight back and would be consumed as food.

"George, come to my office after breakfast."

Just as George was sitting down to eat, he heard Snape's voice.