Chapter 219: The Magic Taught by Gods

First of all, considering his level of magical knowledge in this world, it seemed a bit exaggerated to create a spell capable of killing Dementors, a spell that had never existed before.

Flying magic could still be justified, as Voldemort had invented something similar, with some records to back it up.

But a spell that can kill Dementors had never existed, especially since this was the first time he had encountered one and had not specifically researched such a spell.

It simply didn't make sense.

If he had to explain it, he could only say it was a coincidence—he accidentally invented a spell that just happened to kill Dementors.

Moreover, the magic from the Fairy Tail world was different from the magic in this world. The principles varied, and the forms of expression were also different.

In Fairy Tail, magic usually came with magic circles, but this world's magic had no such effects.

At his current level, he couldn't convert Fairy Tail magic into this world's magic or explain it using this world's magical principles.

If it were any other wizard, he might have gotten away with it. But when facing someone like Snape or Dumbledore, claiming that it was magic inspired by the Patronus Charm wouldn't be believed.

Therefore, if he insisted on this story, they would both likely see through the lie.

In the past, he would have believed that even if they thought he was lying, he could never reveal the truth—otherwise, his life and death would be in their hands.

As long as he never admitted it, he trusted that Snape would protect him, and Dumbledore wouldn't make things too difficult.

But now, he felt there was no need for that. He was confident in his abilities. Even if Dumbledore turned hostile, he wouldn't be without the strength to fight back.

So, he decided to show some of his power. If Dumbledore saw him as a key figure in the future fight against Voldemort, the one destined to end him, and decided to nurture him, that would be great.

Besides, he wouldn't have to constantly worry about being discovered or not being able to use magic from other worlds.

Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to reveal all his secrets, like saying he learned magic from another world.

"Not entirely. What do you mean?" Snape furrowed his brow. Did George, by any chance, learn some lost magic from an ancient book and claimed to have created it himself?

If that was the case, it wasn't too bad. It was normal for kids to have a little vanity, and being from Slytherin made it even more acceptable.

"This magic that can kill Dementors, like the flying magic before, was actually taught to me in a dream by an old man who claims to be a god."

"And it's not just these two spells; he also taught me many other spells and gave me special powers."

"What? A god?"

Both Snape and Dumbledore's eyes widened in disbelief at George's unexpected answer.

Magic taught by a god in a dream—was he joking?

Although there had always been legends about gods, like the famous story of the Deathly Hallows, no one had ever proven that gods existed.

Even someone as powerful as Dumbledore had always been uncertain about the existence of gods.

When his sister died, Dumbledore had once desperately searched for ways to resurrect her and looked for information about gods, but all his efforts were in vain.

"George, you're already incredibly talented. You're the most outstanding student I've ever seen. It's completely normal if you haven't created a new spell yet. Many adult wizards can't do that either."

"So just take it easy. Don't worry too much about it."

Snape now believed that George was definitely lying, and that it was a very poor lie. His disappointment in George began to grow.

As a Slytherin, lying was nothing new, but at least the lie should be convincing enough to fool everyone.

Even if he insisted that the magic was self-created, that would still be fine, as long as there was no proof. Then it could be considered as his own creation.

But claiming that a god taught him the magic in a dream was insulting both his and Dumbledore's intelligence. It might fool a first or second-year student, but to fool Snape and Dumbledore was too clumsy.

Dumbledore didn't speak, but his expression clearly showed he didn't believe George's explanation.

Seeing this, George didn't waste any more time and decided to demonstrate.

"Two hundred million volts!"

He didn't take out his wand, and in an instant, a burst of electric light erupted from his body. He waved his hand, and all the metal objects in the room were lifted and began to circle around him.

"This is the ability that old man gave me. I don't need to chant spells or cast magic. I can just think about it, and it happens."

"There are many more, but the room is too small to show them all."

"Headmaster, this... this doesn't seem like magic?"

Snape looked at George, enveloped in electric light and surrounded by various metal objects, his face full of shock as he turned to Dumbledore.

He could still distinguish whether the effects were magical.

And with George's current magical level, it was impossible to cast magic without a wand or a sound. He had never seen such a form of magic.

"Indeed, this isn't magic. It seems George may not be lying after all."

Dumbledore blinked and nodded. He could feel that the power of the electricity around George was no small thing.

"But we still need to verify further. Let's go to the Forbidden Forest!"

Many wizards naturally possess special abilities.

Some can read minds, some can predict the future, and some can cast fire magic from birth.

So it wasn't out of the question that George could generate electricity by nature.

Snape nodded and cast a flying spell, turning into a trail of black smoke, while Dumbledore cast a flying spell to turn into a white light. George spread his wings, and the three of them flew straight out of the office window.

Within the Hogwarts castle, Disapparation was not allowed.

Even Dumbledore needed the power of a phoenix to perform it.

So flying directly to the Forbidden Forest was the easiest option. Afterward, they could fly back without delaying their sleep.

What George didn't expect was that Dumbledore also knew how to perform flying magic. He had assumed only Snape could, since Snape had learned it from Voldemort.

But thinking about it carefully, it made sense. With Dumbledore's level of skill, studying flying magic shouldn't be too difficult for him.

However, since he rarely used it, even within Hogwarts, he could use the phoenix's Apparition instead. It was much more convenient than flying.

Soon, the three of them landed on a clearing far from the Forbidden Forest.

"Professor, Headmaster, I'm ready to begin."

George adjusted his wizard's robe and spoke to Snape and Dumbledore.

The two exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously.