Spellcasting Gods

“Ah! Dear Wormtail, tell me why you didn’t hide? Did you think you could defeat both of us by yourself? Or did you feel so guilty for killing your best friend that you decided to atone with your death?” Black raised his wand and sneered sarcastically.

Although his enemy was right in front of him, he was in no hurry to make a move. Instead, he wanted to make his enemy feel as much pain, despair, and fear as possible in his dying moments.

“I think… I can explain!” Peter was clearly terrified, and kept backing away cautiously.

Especially due to his long-term transformation into a rat, he appears extremely timid and cowardly, as if he might turn around and run away at any moment.

Unfortunately, he doesn't even dare to be distracted now, let alone turn around and run away.

In wizard duels, turning your back to your opponent is practically tantamount to suicide; a single offensive spell can decide the outcome, or even determine life or death.

"Hahahaha! Explain? He actually said he could explain?" Blake turned around and burst into unrestrained laughter at Lupin, wiping away tears as he laughed. "What a despicable and shameless scoundrel! How good the Potters were back then? They treated him almost like their own brother. And this guy? He betrayed his best friend without even blinking an eye."

"Calm down! There are two children watching," Lu Ping reminded him coldly.

If there hadn't been students around, he wondered if he would have transformed into a werewolf and torn Peter Pettigrew to pieces.

After all, actively betraying and selling out friends is one of the most despicable acts in the traditional view of the Western magical world.

"Professor... can you tell me what's going on?" Hermione asked in a low voice, her eyes wide.

“It’s simple! Remember the newspaper report about Sirius Black? He didn’t actually betray Harry’s parents. The one who really betrayed Potter’s parents was another guy, a bastard who faked his own death and lived as a pet rat for over ten years.” As he spoke, Lupin narrowed his eyes and stared intently at Peter, who was standing not far away.

If looks could kill, the latter would probably have died ten thousand times over.

As the student considered the brightest in her grade, the girl immediately grasped what the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was trying to say and couldn't help but exclaim, "What?! He... he's Harry's real enemy?"

Lupin nodded slightly: "That's right! He disguised himself as a pet mouse and hid in the Weasleys' house for more than ten years. If Black hadn't seen in the newspaper that he was missing a finger after his transformation, he probably would never have found out the truth. Alright, this has nothing to do with you. Just stay put and I'll send you back to the castle when everything is over."

Just as Hermione was about to say something, a strong magical fluctuation suddenly appeared.

next second...

Snapped!

With the airburst caused by the compression and expansion of the gas, Zhang Cheng appeared precisely at the center of the confrontation between the two sides, and the "savior" himself appeared with him.

“Harry?!” Lupin was taken aback.

When Blake saw his godson, he was so excited that he was trembling slightly and his emotions were clearly out of control.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I have some urgent business to attend to and I don't have time to chat with you right now." Harry Potter bowed slightly with a gloomy face, then turned and walked towards Peter Pettigrew.

"Hey! Potter! Please let me explain, this is actually a misunderstanding, I never intended to..."

"Shut up! I'll rip your bones out!"

Harry clearly wasn't going to listen to the nonsense of his enemy who betrayed his parents, and immediately unleashed the Cruciatus Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses.

"Ah!! No! No! Please stop! I'm willing to confess my crimes, willing to accept trial and spend the rest of my life in Azkaban!"

moment!

Intense pain swept through every nerve in Peter's body, feeling as if a thousand knives were stabbing into his body, making him feel like he was in unbearable agony.

"Trial? You seem to have misunderstood something. I have no intention of handing you over to anyone else. Besides, what we are doing right now is a trial, and I am the judge, prosecutor, defense attorney, jury, and executioner in this court."

Harry exuded an indescribable, powerful aura as he spoke these words.

In his pupils, Peter seemed to find the palpitations he could only feel around Voldemort, and he desperately banged his head against the ground, trying to shake off this terrifying illusion.

“Tell me, what did Voldemort offer you that made you choose to betray my parents?” Harry stopped just a step away from the other man and asked in a cold tone.

But Peter didn't want to answer any questions; he just kept twisting and turning, trying to transform back into a rat and escape.

But before he could even complete the transformation, the flames spewing from the tip of the wand interrupted the entire process, forcing him to scream and roll on the ground in agony.

Enjoying his enemy's agonizing state, Harry felt a faint sense of satisfaction. Over the next few minutes, he continued to torment his opponent with magic, but made sure not to kill him too quickly.

In no time, Peter was covered in countless wounds, large and small, like a rat crawling out of a frying pan. These included burns, scalds, electric shocks, punctures, cuts, frostbite, and bruises. His condition was so terrible that words could not describe it. One of his eyes had even been gouged out alive.

Finally, Hermione, who had never witnessed such a horrific scene, couldn't help but shout, "Enough! Stop it! Harry! You shouldn't be like this!"

“Oh? Why? Am I really obligated to follow the path Dumbledore has laid out?” Harry stopped casting his spell, turned around, and gave a mocking smile. “No, Granger, you understand nothing. In fact, I didn’t understand before either, which is why I was led by the nose. But from now on, that won’t happen again. Because I’ve learned what power is, and only by being strong enough can I control my own destiny. I don’t want to be anyone’s pawn or puppet, and I don’t want to be used without even knowing it.”

"You...you've changed..."

"Yes! To be precise, I've grown up, and as the price of growing up, I must abandon my naive past. Don't stop me, Hermione. Even if we're destined not to be friends in the future, I don't want to become enemies one day."

Chapter 0751 Opposition

"No! Harry! You're too young to suffer like this. Leave it to me, I'll make him pay for his actions."

Lupin was clearly not a fool; he understood what killing a living human being meant for a boy whose mind was not yet fully developed, and he stepped forward to try to stop his friend's son from doing what he was about to do.

“Let me do it! I’ve wanted to take care of this bastard myself for over a decade!” Black took two steps forward, and the tip of his wand emitted the green glow unique to the Death Curse.

Unfortunately, Harry Potter wasn't too appreciative. He merely glanced at the two of them out of the corner of his eye before refusing without hesitation, saying, "No need! I know what I'm doing! And I'm very clear about the consequences!"

The words had barely left his mouth!

He roared directly at the dying Peter, "Hellfire!"

boom!

A ball of purplish-red flame erupted from the dwarf star, radiating an unbearably intense heat that even caused the surrounding soil and rocks to melt.

As for the unfortunate Peter, his entire body seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, floating upright in mid-air, being burned away bit by bit until finally even his soul disappeared completely before it stopped.

No bodies found!

There are absolutely no residues!

The terrifying flames were like something out of a legendary hell, so much so that Lupin and Black instinctively widened their eyes, unable to bear the sight before their own eyes.

"Oh my God!" Hermione murmured, completely bewildered.

Just as the atmosphere inside the tree hollow grew increasingly oppressive, Albus Dumbledore finally arrived, roaring furiously, "You bastard! Look what you've done! Tell me, Potter! Is this the revenge you wanted? To kill a living human being instead of sending him to trial?"

“That’s right! This is exactly what I wanted! What, are you angry because I didn’t follow the path you laid out for me? You’re no more noble than Voldemort when it comes to planning other people’s lives, Headmaster Dumbledore.” Harry Potter mercilessly exposed the other party’s hypocritical mask.

As he said, how could someone who would even design his own death as a trap to scheme against his enemies possibly be classified as a good person?

In fact, Albus Dumbledore was always a man who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, but in his daily life he adhered to the bottom line he set for himself, so on the surface he gave the impression of being law-abiding to those around him.

But actually?

He's not the kind of person who would obediently accept trial. If the verdict is unfavorable to him, he will definitely knock out the law enforcement officers and hide.

"Is that what you really think? I'm so disappointed in you, Harry." The old man sighed softly, his face full of weariness.

It has to be said that this sudden change has almost bankrupted his plan that he had been preparing for more than a decade. The only thing he can do now is to directly face the return of the Dark Lord.

"Disappointed? No, it should be Harry who is disappointed. Headmaster, your actions are simply not worthy of the impeccable reputation you've been given." After a long silence, Zhang Cheng stepped forward and expressed his opinion with a half-smile.

Clearly, this move means that from now on he will take a clear stand against Dumbledore.

"Oh? What are you trying to say!" A terrifying glint suddenly flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes.

Zhang Cheng shrugged casually and explained, "What I'm trying to say is that you always position yourself on the side of justice, making everyone believe that everything you do is for the sake of justice. But what's the reality? You're just like Voldemort, pursuing immense power and power, only he's a bit more insane than you, having found a way to achieve immortality. That's why you feel fear, like you're afraid that Gettler Grindelwald will surpass you. To put it bluntly, you're just a coward who fears failure. I sincerely suggest you put away your Elder Wand. Fighting me will only lead to the taste of defeat; you'll gain nothing."

"Who exactly are you?" Dumbledore frowned instinctively.

From those few words, he realized that the young man standing in front of him seemed to know a lot about his private matters and secrets that he didn't want to recall.

"Who I am is not important! What is important is that good and evil are merely values ​​that change with the times, not constant concepts. It's like how the ancient Romans considered it perfectly just for a master to kill a slave, but now people consider it an evil crime. You don't represent justice, and Voldemort doesn't necessarily represent evil. Everything is just a struggle for power and interests. If he succeeds in seizing power, it won't be long before the entire British wizarding world praises his greatness, just as the British praise the bourgeois revolution for overthrowing the feudal system. Since Potter is unwilling to be your pawn, you have no right to force him to do anything."

After saying that, Zhang Cheng stepped forward again, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers lightly.

Snapped!

After a crisp sound, every wizard present immediately noticed that the magical energy permeating the surrounding air began to become chaotic, forming vortexes that were indistinguishable to the naked eye.

To cast a spell in this environment, one would probably first have to be prepared to be shattered to pieces.

Dumbledore sensed all this and squinted as if weighing the pros and cons.

After about two or three minutes, he finally spoke: "Okay, you win this time, but I guarantee you won't have the last laugh."

"Hehe, the unknown future is what's most exciting, isn't it? Don't rush, Principal, this game is still long, we have plenty of time to play it slowly." Zhang Cheng replied meaningfully with a pursed mouth.

"Oh, by the way, I am now announcing your expulsion as the headmaster. Starting next semester, you will no longer be the professor of Hogwarts Practical Magic." The old man was certainly no pushover either, and he didn't forget to annoy his enemy before leaving.

But Zhang Cheng was clearly prepared. He laughed and said sarcastically, "Sorry, Headmaster, you probably don't have that right anymore. Just a few minutes ago, Lucius signed an agreement with the school board and Ministry of Magic officials to limit your power as a headmaster who acts arbitrarily. From now on, if the headmaster wants to recruit or dismiss a professor, he must obtain the consent of two-thirds of the school board and the approval of the Ministry of Magic. How about that, isn't it surprising and delightful?"

"You were instructing Lucius?! No! That's not right! You deliberately spread the word to buy time, so I wouldn't have time to stop it all from happening."

The cunning Dumbledore immediately realized that the whole thing was a conspiracy from the very beginning, yet he still arrogantly believed that everything was still under his control...

Chapter 0752 Essence

"Hahahaha! That's right! It's a pity you realized it too late! Look, this is the price you have to pay for liking to put yourself on the side of justice. You are like a beast trapped in a cage, forever unable to resist the laws and rules made by the bureaucracy. Because once you break free of the cage, the civilians who support you will find that you and Voldemort are essentially the same kind of people." Zhang Cheng grinned and laughed the most unrestrainedly.

Undoubtedly, he was trying to provoke the old man in front of him, who usually wore a mask of hypocrisy, and wanted to see him lose control of his emotions.

Unfortunately, the plan did not work.

Although Dumbledore was trembling with rage, he hadn't lost his temper and asked with a grim face, "What exactly do you want?"

"Me? I don't want anything, I just hate your self-righteous and noble face. I'm sorry, Headmaster, but from now on I will be your enemy, a more terrifying and deadly enemy than Voldemort. Because I won't be like him, recklessly trying to change everything with simple violence. You know, I'm better than you at using public opinion and the existing order to achieve my goals. From now on, you will be gradually cast into the side of evil, while I am the representative of justice."

When he said these words, Zhang Cheng made no attempt to hide his malice, and the half-smile on his face sent chills down one's spine.

"You won't succeed!" Dumbledore didn't know whether he was refuting or encouraging himself.

In short, after saying that, he immediately took the unconscious Ron and the completely bewildered Hermione away from the tree hollow and disappeared at the end of the path leading to the castle.

He had barely left when Sirius Black couldn't wait to say, "Harry! Please remember, no matter what happens, no matter what choices you make, I will always stand behind you and support you."

"Thank you! If I ever need help, I will definitely come to you," Harry Potter replied earnestly.

Through the whole affair, he has come to realize that his godfather is not the despicable traitor described in the original newspaper article, but rather a hero who is willing to sacrifice everything to avenge his parents.

“You’re welcome, it’s what I should do. Also, I’m very happy to see you free from that old man Dumbledore’s control. I’ve never liked him.” Black came up and patted the boy on the shoulder, smiling encouragingly.

As someone with rebellious thoughts to the core, how could he possibly choose to associate with a treacherous and rigid old man if he hadn't been forced to?

In fact, all those who joined Dumbledore's camp fell into three categories.

One type of person chooses to cooperate with Voldemort out of fear of his insane killing spree; the bureaucrats and most wizards in the British magical community belong to this category.

Another type is the standard idealist, the most typical example being the Weasley family, who are extremely obsessed with the ordinary world. They have no idea of ​​Dumbledore's ideals and believe that the wizarding world should follow the example of ordinary people to establish a modern social system and completely say goodbye to the bloodshed and darkness of the past. They do not understand that magical power and technology are completely different things. Magic is not a knowledge accumulation that leads to qualitative change through quantitative change, but a standard mutation model. The total contribution of a million wizards cannot compare to the contribution of a genius.

As for the last type, they are the young people who are particularly easy to fool. Before they even reach adulthood, they unknowingly receive a lot of biased and guiding education at Hogwarts. Coupled with their inability to feel the cruel nature of the world, they will risk their lives to follow Dumbledore in defending this so-called "wonderful world" if they are given a little bit of profound advice.