Chapter 1545 - Ch: 145-154

Ch: 145-154

Chapter 145: First Contact with the Cosmic Cube

Leon ignored Hulk, whose intelligence was only at the level of a three-year-old.

He pointed to the faint green soul line connecting Banner and Hulk.

He said to Banner, "See? You are actually the same soul, and he is your other personality."

"If you see him as a monster, you are essentially seeing yourself as a monster."

"He is me? So… I guess I really am a monster now." Banner stared blankly at the green soul line.

Leon couldn't help but be stunned. Could it be understood that way?

"Whether you are a monster is not determined by your body, Banner, but by your thoughts and your actions."

He rephrased, "Just like what I'm doing to you now, learn magic, and you will be able to control yourself, and control Hulk."

"Are you saying, use magic to sever the connection between us, to separate us?" Banner pondered, "Or kill him at the soul level?"

"Hulk!!" Hulk, who was poking Leon, was not happy to hear that.

He roared, suddenly jumped up, tackled Banner, and punched him.

Bang!

"Ow, that hurts!"

With a punch directly to the face, both Hulk and Banner cried out in pain simultaneously.

Their souls were one, so fighting each other was no different from fighting themselves.

"Hulk, smash!"

Hulk continued to beat Banner, not believing in evil, and both of them cried out in pain repeatedly.

"Stop, stop hitting me, Hulk! I won't kill you, I won't kill you anymore!" Banner begged for mercy.

Hulk also realized it.

As long as he beat Banner, he himself would also feel pain.

He shook his hand in disgust, stood up, and roared at Banner, "Hulk!"

Then he sat down on the ground and deliberately turned his head away from Leon.

Everyone else watched this scene quietly, their expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Leon spread his hands to Banner: "See? You are the same soul, how can you cut it?"

"If Hulk truly separates into two individuals from you, then you will not be complete, and your strength will plummet drastically."

Banner cast a gloomy glance at Hulk: "I'd rather not have this kind of strength."

"Hulk!" Hulk also shook his head in disgust, slapped Banner down, and then shook his own head due to synchronized perception.

"Are you sure? After separation, Hulk's strength will decrease, and Banner, your ordinary human physique will likely have a risk of paralysis."

"Forcibly separating you is not necessarily a good option."

Leon held up his index finger: "I do have a good idea."

"What idea?" Banner felt that the method Superman proposed would surely not be bad.

"Come learn magic. Learn the Star Projection that I used to knock your soul out of your body earlier, and you will no longer have to worry about conflicts with Hulk."

Leon explained: "Actually, your biggest conflicts are…

One is that Hulk is easily angered and mentally immature, prone to causing destruction.

The other is when you and your girlfriend are having a good time…

You get excited, and Hulk comes out, right?"

Banner scratched his head in embarrassment: "Actually, you didn't need to be so direct."

On the other side, Betty's soul also turned her head away in embarrassment.

Last night, when they escaped from the Military Base.

Banner and Betty hid in a small hotel.

The atmosphere of their reunion was just right, and the moonlight was also bright and beautiful.

Unconsciously, they drew closer to each other.

Then, they had reached the final stage.

But Banner's body began to grow larger and turn green.

How could he accept that?

"So, you're saying that when I'm on the verge of losing control, I should use that… Star Projection, to control Hulk?" Hope sparked in Banner's heart.

"More or less, but the requirements are higher."

Leon walked in front of Hulk's soul, and with a touch of his index finger, Hulk immediately re-merged with Banner.

"You just need to learn Star Projection, and then make a little more progress in the study of the soul."

Leon made a gesture with his index finger and thumb: "You can then knock Hulk out of your body whenever needed."

"Or rather, knock yourself out of your body."

"This way, you can both control Hulk and transform into Hulk in time when danger arises."

Banner was greatly moved.

He rubbed his hands: "That sounds truly amazing! May I ask, are there any conditions for learning this magic? When can I start?"

"You just need to join Kamar-Taj, and you can start now."

Leon smiled and snapped his fingers, and everyone's souls returned to their respective bodies.

"Gasp!" The "corpses" on the ground all opened their eyes simultaneously.

After everyone got up, they were all frantically touching their chests and cheeks.

The experience of their souls leaving their bodies just now was something they would definitely never forget for the rest of their lives.

Everyone's eyes were shining, and they all wanted to shout, "Coach, I want to learn magic!" just like Banner.

Leon directly cut them off: "Don't even think about it. Learning magic requires talent and a price. You should continue to be good Agents and serve the World."

"What talent? Do you think I have talent?" Tony leaned over.

His curious heart was stirring again.

Leon joked, "Talent means that either your body or your soul must be delicious, so that the Dimensional Demon God is willing to give you a loan quota."

"What a strange metaphor, 'delicious.' Why does it sound like you're turning yourself into a dish?" Tonyraised an eyebrow, "And what is a Dimensional Demon God?"

"If you want to know, I can have other sorcerers explain it to you later."

Leon surveyed the surroundings with his super vision.

He drew a Mystic Art of Portals in the air: "But not today. Don't forget, I came to get the Tesseract."

The two had agreed earlier.

Tony would give the Tesseract to Leon, and Leon would agree to join the Avengers.

The portal opened, and on the other side was indeed the Tesseract.

"Holy crab, you can actually open this golden door directly into the vault!?"

Tony was dumbfounded: "Did those Kamar-Taj sorcerers register locally? I think they must be the most powerful thieves in the World!"

"It's not that exaggerated. Almost all sorcerers need to use tools to create portals. This magic isn't as convenient as you think."

Leon walked into the vault and picked up the Tesseract.

The cerulean Tesseract seemed to sense something, and its energy began to surge wildly.

Leon tried to guide and operate some of the Space power within the Tesseract.

However, the Tesseract's violent energy immediately rushed out like a breached river.

In just a moment, Leon's entire body was covered in blue energy.

Even his eyes were emitting blue light.

Inside his body, every cell was greedily absorbing the gem's energy.

He looked as if he had turned into a small blue man.

If it were any ordinary person, they would surely have exploded by now, leaving no trace.

But Leon didn't even feel overloaded.

With his current strength, he was already capable of easily mastering the power of a single Infinity Stone.

However, unlike how he could use magic to control the Time Stone, when he first touched the Space Stone, he found himself unable to control it, unable to stop the power pouring in from the Tesseract.

Even after a few minutes, the Tesseract's shell had already begun to crack.

But the river of energy grew more and more turbulent, enveloping Leon and turning him into a giant blue lantern.

To be safe, he closed the portal.

On the other side.

Tony, with a grave expression, communicated with Jarvis through a chip.

"Jarvis, what was the magnitude of the energy fluctuation on Leon just now? Is he in danger?"

"Sir, ah~ Young Master Leon, he, he, he, temporarily…" Jarvis's voice was very explosive as soon as he spoke.

"Forget it, you just keep evolving." Tony slapped his forehead, his wide eyes revealing worry.

Suddenly, a strange voice came from behind him.

"This seems to be that S.H.I.E.L.D. Base. The energy source is here, and there are still traces of Leon's magic!"

A fat man walked out of the portal.

Chapter 146 Accelerating the Creation of the Sea of Blood

Inside the vault.

The cracks on the Tesseract were growing more numerous.

Finally, with a crisp sound, the entire Tesseract completely shattered.

The Space Stone was exposed, radiating an even more dazzling blue light.

An invisible wave was about to spread from the Stone.

Leon, with quick eyes and hands, grabbed it and, without any hesitation, stuffed it into his Inner World.

The torrent of energy finally ceased.

The spatial energy enveloping him gradually dissipated.

But in his Inner World.

The Space Stone was like a fish that had been out of Water for too long suddenly returning to the vast ocean.

It began to release energy even more unrestrainedly.

Vast spatial energy continuously surged from the Stone, integrating into the World.

For a moment, Leon's entire Inner World began to rumble.

His World, originally 60,000 kilometers in diameter, actually began to gradually expand after integrating the spatial energy.

The speed was not fast, but it was continuous.

Leon observed for a few minutes, raised an eyebrow, and suddenly realized.

The energy of the Space Stone came from the Marvel single Universe.

But this energy was now flowing into his Inner World.

Logically, it did not conform to the rules.

And after such a long time.

Eternity and Infinity, those old guys who liked to peek at him, must have discovered the anomaly long ago.

Since They did not come forward to stop him, they naturally acquiesced to his current actions.

This made Leon begin to think about more uses for the Infinity Stones.

He knew that in his Inner World, there was still a Blood Sea Clone being nurtured, enduring the passage of Time.

Although after breaking through to the Domain Lord, the nurturing time for the Blood Sea Clone was shortened from six thousand years to sixty years.

But it was still too long.

Since the Space Stone could affect the Inner World, there was no reason the Time Stone couldn't, right?

Leon then put the Eye of Agamotto into his Inner World as well.

He formed hand seals, cast magic, and controlled the Time Stone to accelerate the flow of Time.

However, he stopped after only a few seconds of casting.

"No, Time acceleration is useful; it can accelerate the nurturing of the clone, but it cannot replenish the energy required to nurture the clone."

"The energy needed is World Power, but I can try to replenish it with the Space Stone."

He then tried to control the Space Stone, converting the energy within it into World Power.

Soon, an unusually rich energy appeared in the space.

"It really works!" Leon's face lit up with joy.

He began to control both Stones simultaneously.

The flow of Time in the Inner World suddenly accelerated, and the energy from the Space Stone was also continuously supplied.

The giant egg in the center of the World, incubating the Blood Sea Clone, began to grow at a visible speed.

One kilometer, two kilometers… growing all the way to a diameter of one hundred kilometers.

"The clone has entered the formal nurturing stage," Leon judged.

"Unfortunately, Time acceleration to 1000 times is already the limit; any higher would affect the stability of space."

He stabilized the state of the two Stones.

"The current Inner World is still too immature; perhaps I can try a higher Time flow rate in the future."

"However, shortening the nurturing time from 60 years to 21 days is already a huge leap."

Leon surveyed the huge sphere in the center of the World.

He seemed to already envision the day the hundred-kilometer-tall Blood Sea Clone would be born.

With a thought, he left the Inner World, allowing the clone to nurture quietly.

…

In the vault, after Leon opened his eyes, he used the Mystic Art of Portals again to return to the previous room.

However, as soon as he stepped through the door.

He saw Tony and the Agents with their backs to him, seemingly confronting someone.

He casually closed the door and walked forward, only to find that the people standing opposite were actually Wong and Mordo.

The two were trying to explain that they had no ill intentions, and behind them, a portal to Kamar-Tajwas still open.

But Tony clearly didn't believe them.

"Wait, don't move yet!" Leon called out to Tony and the others, who were on edge, "They are our own people!"

"Are you okay?" Tony asked without turning his head, "They appeared immediately after something happened to you. Are you sure they weren't sent by that Kamar-Taj to deal with you?"

"Kamar-Taj dealing with me?" Leon's expression froze for a second.

Wong and Mordo, across from the crowd, also looked strange.

"Leon is our Sorcerer Supreme, why would we deal with him?" Mordo held his hands in front of his chest, "You've all misunderstood!"

They both knew the relationship between Tony and Leon.

So they showed no hostility throughout.

Otherwise, both sides would have already been fighting.

"Sorcerer Supreme? Sounds quite powerful," Tony and the others realized there had been a misunderstanding.

"The Sorcerer Supreme symbolizes the strongest power in the field of magic, and is also the leader of Kamar-Taj, and the Guardian of the Earth Dimension!" Wong emphasized.

Now it was Tony's turn to be utterly confused: "You mean, Leon is also the head of your… what village?"

Leon interrupted Tony: "What village head, they are a reclusive organization that has been protecting Earth since ancient times!"

He showed a helpless expression: "Although the process was a bit convoluted, the previous Sorcerer Supreme passed the position to me before She passed away."

"No, you've only been gone for a little over a month, and you're already a leader?" Tony was impressed.

His younger brother really could quickly climb to the highest position wherever he went.

This time, he even outlived their leader.

"A month is long enough," Leon patted Tony's shoulder.

If only counting the Time spent in the Marvel Universe.

From when he awakened his abilities until now, it hadn't even been a year.

From this perspective, a month was indeed a very long Time scale.

He walked towards Mordo and Wong.

"It's only been a few hours, how did you find your way here?"

Leon was truly surprised by the arrival of Mordo and Wong.

"Could it be that something unexpected happened at Kamar-Taj, and one of the Sanctums was destroyed by a Dimensional Demon God?"

Mordo's mouth twitched when he heard that; he wondered if Leon was hoping for a Dimensional Demon God to attack the Sanctums.

"Everything at Kamar-Taj is normal. Mordo and I detected a massive energy burst here, so we came to see if we could assist you," Wong explained.

Mordo also became serious: "Did you encounter a Hell Demon?"

"The power that erupted here earlier was extremely strong; I estimate that the stronger mages on Earthcould all sense it."

"If needed, I will notify everyone to gather now!"

"No need, that was actually just an accident," Leon rubbed his brow.

The power of the Space Stone was indeed too vast.

Even if only a negligible fraction of it leaked out.

It could still alarm the various extraordinary forces on Earth.

He scanned with his Super Vision and found that even several Eternals were rushing to investigate the situation.

"Let's go back to Kamar-Taj first. Since you're both here, it's a good Time to start learning new magic."

Leon planned to leak energy again after returning to Kamar-Taj, to draw everyone's attention to the Holy Land.

"Start now? But Mordo and I haven't arranged our work yet," Wong was caught off guard.

"No need to prepare; we'll be quick."

Plans can't keep up with changes.

With the Space Stone's energy burst, various external or internal probes would likely come flooding in.

Leon decided to use Time traversal to allow Wong and Mordo to quickly complete their studies.

"Banner, you come too. Let your little girlfriend stay with the Avengers. Once you master Soul magic, then come back for her."

Before stepping into the portal, Leon didn't forget to call Banner.

This was an important reserve member of the Kamar-Taj combat team, and he needed to be brought along early.

"Ah? Okay, okay!" Banner was stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly.

After whispering a few words to Betty, he reluctantly parted ways.

"No, what about me? Don't leave me behind!"

Tony saw that the portal was starting to close and Leon hadn't called him, so he quickly donned his armor and rushed into the portal after them.

Chapter 147 Traveling through Time Again

"Sorcerer Supreme!"

"Venerable Liang, hello!"

When they returned to Kamar-Taj, it was still daytime in New York, but here it was already deep into the night.

They walked all the way to the training ground.

Occasionally, they encountered a few sorcerers who respectfully bowed to Venerable Liang.

Today, Venerable Liang had earned the acknowledgment and respect of all of them.

They followed Kamar-Taj's ancient custom, bowing to the Sorcerer Supreme upon meeting her.

Dr. Banner was now a little hesitant.

He was a person who greatly respected local customs.

Previously, to learn emotional control, he had visited some religious masters in Cuba and knew the etiquette of temples.

So, as soon as he stepped into Kamar-Taj's ancient and solemn complex of buildings,

and felt the overwhelming sense of history,

he began to become reserved.

Seeing every passing sorcerer bow to Venerable Liang,

Dr. Banner couldn't help but clasp his hands in front of his chest, rubbing them uncomfortably.

"Um, should I also bow to Superman like them?" he quietly asked Tony.

Only he and Tony were outsiders here, and he felt less nervous walking beside Tony.

"Bow? Why? Perhaps you can try it next time you meet him, but I think he would be more comfortable if you just asked him if he had eaten dinner."

Tony followed behind Venerable Liang, looking around, a stark contrast to Dr. Banner's restrained demeanor.

He felt that this place was not quite like the gathering place for sorcerers he had imagined.

Shouldn't sorcerers live in those Gothic castles with overcast skies, lightning and thunder, and the occasional lonely caw of a raven at night?

How to put it, Tony's first impression of Kamar-Taj was disillusionment.

Sorcerers should wear loose robes and have their faces shrouded in Shadow, right?

Look at the beautiful sorceress who just passed by; she was actually wearing a tight-fitting training suit! That's just too improper!

Tony looked at every passerby as if they were a rebellious sorcerer.

Venerable Liang noticed Tony's odd behavior.

"What strange things are you thinking about again? Kamar-Taj's sorcerers are strictly speaking Mystic Artists, and they are definitely not what you imagine."

He instantly saw through Tony's little thoughts: "Also, what do you want to do by following along? You haven't even fully grasped the technological knowledge in your optical computer, and you already want to learn magic? Don't be greedy, or you might end up with nothing."

"Sorry, I don't understand any of your complicated phrases." Tony stuck out his neck. "A genius's Worldhas no choices, only wanting everything!"

"Alright, alright, great genius, you can go find an empty room as a temporary dormitory. After this, Wong will be responsible for teaching you magic."

"Dr. Banner, same for you, settle down first. Learning magic will be a long process."

Venerable Liang led the four into the training ground.

Wong and Mordo could hardly contain their excitement.

Unlike Tony and Dr. Banner, who were still somewhat confused,

they were full of anticipation for the upcoming journey.

"It seems both of you are ready?" Venerable Liang asked.

"Of course, the first thing I packed was my luggage!"

Wong flicked his wrist and used the Mystic Art of Portals, pulling out a bundle wrapped in burlap from the opposite side.

"Uh, isn't your luggage a bit too vintage?" Venerable Liang looked at Mordo again. "And you?"

"I'm also ready."

Mordo also cast the Mystic Art of Portals, taking out a silver metal travel case from his room.

Tony, seeing this, couldn't help but whisper to Dr. Banner, "I told you, everyone here has the potential to become an international thief."

Venerable Liang's focus was different: "Mordo, I didn't expect your luggage to be quite normal, at least much more modern than Wong's."

Wong then argued, "In fact, I chose this style of luggage because I considered that I might be going to another sorcerer's holy land to study."

He held up the burlap bundle. "After all, the technology of those sorcerers in movies is usually quite backward, right?"

The eyes of the few people present suddenly became strange as they looked at him.

This guy was a sorcerer himself, yet he still had stereotypes about other sorcerers?

"If you think it's suitable, I won't interfere."

Venerable Liang cleared his throat. "Alright, I'll go scout ahead now. You two take Tony and Dr. Bannerto find rooms to settle down. I'll be back very soon."

With that, he activated his traversal ability, intending to search for the Harry Potter World.

Tony interrupted at this point: "Wait, are you planning to cross over to…"

"That's right, to a World with a different magic system."

Venerable Liang nodded, then added, "Powerful sorcerers can communicate with parallel Universes. As long as one is strong enough, traversing Worlds is not a problem."

For everyone except Tony, Venerable Liang did not intend to reveal the specific details of his traversal ability.

Although with his current strength, keeping it secret or not didn't matter.

But no one wanted to strip themselves bare for others to see.

Besides, traversing Worlds was not uncommon in Marvel.

There were many sorcerers capable of opening a Mystic Art of Portals directly into another dimension.

Wong and Mordo, upon hearing this, indeed looked enlightened: "It's actually to a parallel Universe!"

Mordo was a little worried: "But will that disrupt the natural laws of another World?"

"No, I will discuss everything with their Universe's 'Eternity' beforehand. You don't need to worry." Venerable Liang waved his hand.

Wong and Mordo couldn't believe what they had heard.

Eternity? Venerable Liang could actually communicate with an existence like Eternity?

The way the two of them looked at Venerable Liang instantly became one of immense admiration.

Venerable Liang felt no guilt about this.

The traversal ability could communicate with the World Consciousness; to some extent, it was indeed communicating with "Eternity."

"Wait, aren't you going to share the reason for going to another World? And while you're at it, take Dr. Banner and me along!" Tony put his arm around Dr. Banner's neck.

"Um, I won't… Actually, I can also go and see, hehe." Dr. Banner scratched his cheek.

He subconsciously didn't want to cause trouble for others.

But as a physicist, his curiosity about other Worlds instantly overcame his cautious habits.

"Alright, it can also serve as a rehearsal for the duel four months from now."

Venerable Liang thought for a moment and agreed. Taking two people or four people made no difference to him.

"However, Dr. Banner must act with me and not cause trouble over there."

"Of course, of course, I will always follow you, Superman." Dr. Banner nodded repeatedly.

Tony was curious: "What duel? And Asgard sounds a bit familiar?"

"Mordo and Wong will tell you about that."

Venerable Liang closed his eyes and began to search the World.

[Keywords: Harry Potter, magic]

[Confirm traversal]

Venerable Liang expended negligible physical energy and disappeared from the Marvel Universe.

The two sorcerers present were once again stunned: "He didn't leave using the Mystic Art of Portals! Venerable Liang's space magic is actually this terrifying!?"

"Never mind him, his strength is already boundless." Tony leaned closer to the two. "How about we talk about that Asgard?"

Dr. Banner also leaned in: "Asgard seems to be a kingdom from norse mythology. Could it be real?"

Wong, surrounded, looked left and right, then his expression became serious: "You're right…"

(Note: This is the only time multiple people will traverse to a World outside of Marvel.)

Chapter 148 Accidentally Entering the Zombie Universe

Leon felt that this transmigration process was very brief.

He almost blinked and found himself in another World.

He didn't even have the usual feeling of passing through a thin membrane.

"That's a bit strange... Hey, hey, hey! Don't you dare come any closer!"

As soon as Leon opened his eyes, he saw a guy holding a copy of "Harry Potter" swaying towards him.

The guy was covered in rotten flesh, with the bones of his left face exposed and his right face full of wrinkled, decaying flesh.

Zombie!!

As soon as Leon saw the zombie,

He immediately held his breath and activated his Super Hearing.

He understood in an instant what kind of World this was.

The next moment, he directly used his Freezing Breath.

In an instant, the entire city he was in turned into a kingdom of ice.

Then he soared into the sky, leaving the Earth in a flash and appearing in outer space.

But his actions did not end there.

He controlled the Original Nucleus within his body to leave it directly, while his soul also departed, floating in the void with the Original Nucleus.

"This is actually the zombie World from the 'What If...?' series in the Marvel Cinematic Universe!?" Leon's soul exclaimed.

He only now had a moment to breathe, his heart filled with disbelief.

In that brief moment just now,

He heard the voices of Superheroes like Spider-Man, Winter Soldier, and Banner.

They were discussing how to escape New York and go to New Jersey to find equipment to treat the zombie virus.

This made Leon realize that the World he had transmigrated to was indeed the zombie Universe from "What If...?".

The reason he transmigrated here was because this World had both "Harry Potter" and magic!

Leon remembered watching the animation, where Ant-Man in this World wisecracked, shouting "Wingardium Leviosa."

That was the levitation spell from "Harry Potter."

In other words, this World has Harry Potter IP works.

"There can even be such a coincidence..." Leon shook his head in space.

"The zombie virus in this World is a quantum virus, capable of infecting even Thanos with the Four Stones, so I certainly can't be immune."

"However, according to Spider-Man's summary in the animation, this virus is transmitted through saliva."

"Currently, I haven't had close contact with zombies, and my Bio-field has always covered my entire body, so there shouldn't be any possibility of infection."

"But it's still necessary to be careful."

The reason Leon flew into space immediately and separated his Original Nucleus and soul from his body was precisely this.

"If my body gets infected with the virus, I'll immediately take the Original Nucleus and leave this World."

"As long as the Original Nucleus is not damaged, I am essentially unharmed."

"If even the Original Nucleus gets infected, I'll directly abandon the Blood Sea Clone, turn around, go to the Prototype World, and re-nurture a Black Light Clone."

"I refuse to believe that the Blacklight Virus can't devour this quantum zombie virus."

Leon had already thought of all his plans.

He even secretly made up his mind.

Even if he wasn't infected by the zombie virus this time,

His second clone must be the Blacklight Virus.

Only by becoming the boss of the virus World would he not be blindsided by other viruses in the future.

Especially these zombie viruses from the Marvel and DC Universe.

Each one is more difficult to handle than the last.

Even the true Superman, Clark Kent, can be infected and turn into a zombie.

Leon cautiously waited in the cosmic void for twelve hours, and only when his body showed no abnormalities did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"I need to leave here quickly. To be safe, I should go to the Resident Evil World and disinfect myself."

Leon did not let the Original Nucleus return to his body but directly connected with the energy within his body, activating his transmigration ability.

Before leaving, he took one last look back at the Earth of this World.

"Once I have the Black Light Clone, I must return to this time node and turn all the zombie viruses into nutrient solution for my clone!"

Then, he disappeared beyond the Earth.

After another spatial transit, Leon appeared in the outer space of the Resident Evil World.

As soon as he appeared, the World Consciousness came out, conveying joyful emotions.

"Hi, I'm back again, but this time I have serious business. You go play by yourself for now."

Leon first coaxed away the World Consciousness, which was pouncing on him like a wagging puppy.

Then he used his authority to scan his entire body.

After a long while, he let out a sigh of relief: "It should be fine now, but let's disinfect it one more time."

He began to mobilize vast cosmic energy and various radiation tides to cleanse his physical body.

After finishing, he stayed in space for two more days before truly feeling at ease.

Actually, even if his physical body were truly infected, it wouldn't matter.

As long as his soul was fine, he could always find a solution by transmigrating between Worlds.

So the most important thing was not to bring the quantum zombie virus to other Universes.

To confirm this, Leon flew into the Earth, landed in the North Pole, and played with a group of polar bears for a few days.

These polar bears were very enthusiastic, always wanting to put his head or arm in their mouths to chew.

A few days later, seeing that the polar bears were still alive and kicking, Leon's hanging heart finally completely settled.

He returned to the Seville Republic with lingering fear, gathered with Director Bard and others whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and then spent a month with Ada and Jill.

A month later, he bid farewell to everyone and returned to the Marvel Universe.

Kamar-Taj.

Old Wang had just finished talking about the duel between Kamar-Taj and Asgard.

Tony's face was full of excitement: "So the gods in myths really exist, and Leon is even going to bet against them? That's a brilliant idea!"

Banner's area of interest was different: "So gods are just aliens? Are their planetary environments similar to Earth's?"

He analyzed, "Normally, an environment that allows carbon-based life to thrive shouldn't be too different from Earth's."

Just then, Leon, who had been missing for a few minutes, suddenly appeared beside the four of them.

"You're back!" Tony stepped forward and gave Leon a bear hug, "How was it? Did you find the parallel World you wanted to go to?"

His words were like a machine gun: "To be honest, I can't wait to join your duel. Wang said you're even planning to make me an outsider, right?"

Leon shrugged at Tony's chatter: "That's for later. I just went to the wrong World, so I have to try again now."

He skipped over the matter of the zombie Universe, closed his eyes again, and activated his transmigration ability.

This time he entered more keywords.

[Keywords: Hogwarts School of magic, Black and White magic, No danger, Dumbledore...]

He entered a long string of names. This time, he surely wouldn't transmigrate in front of a paper novel again.

[Confirm Transmigration]

Leon disappeared again.

This time, he passed through a long void, and then through a thin membrane, before opening his eyes.

"This feeling, it should be a transmigration outside of Marvel," Leon thought.

...

Another World.

On a towering observatory.

A group of people dressed in various strange outfits and hairstyles.

Surrounded a defenseless old man by the astronomical instrument.

The old man's hair and beard were all White, he wore a wizard's robe, and his long beard and hair fell below his shoulders, making him look over a hundred years old.

Such an old man, in other places, would be considered a revered and auspicious elder.

But at this moment, the people surrounding him were constantly urging a young man with platinum blonde hair to quickly kill him.

The young man's face showed a struggling expression.

The old man also cast a dissuading look at him.

Just as the others grew impatient,

"I'll do it."

A man with pale skin, a sharp hooked nose, and entirely enveloped in a long Black robe suddenly walked out from under the astronomical instrument.

Chapter 149 Dumbledore's Death

The man walked like a ghost into the center of the crowd.

His rugged facial features were filled with disgust, and his greasy black hair parted in the middle, revealing a forehead like old tree bark.

He raised a magic wand in silence, pointing it at the old man.

"Severus, please."

The old man gently shook his head at him.

A complex expression appeared on his wrinkled face.

It seemed to be pleading with the man opposite to stop, yet also seemed to imply something else.

However, Severus, the man in the black robe, waved his magic wand without hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra!" he chanted a spell.

A green magic immediately shot towards the helpless old man.

Everyone at this moment thought the old man was surely going to die.

Because Avada Kedavra is the most vicious Unforgivable Curse.

To this day, there have only been two people who have survived after being hit by this spell.

However, to everyone's surprise.

Just as the spell was about to hit the old man in a flash of lightning.

A man in black form-fitting battle armor suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of the old man without any warning.

The man's eyes were tightly closed, and his physique was as handsome as a classical Greek sculpture fresh off the runway.

The green Death Curse magic directly struck his chest, then burst with light and dissipated into the air.

But the armored man seemed to feel no discomfort whatsoever.

The life-taking Unforgivable Curse hitting him felt like a warm breeze brushing his face.

He even kept his eyes closed from beginning to end!

When he opened his eyes, it was as if a bolt of lightning suddenly pierced through the darkness of the observatory.

Everyone collectively took a step back, their hearts inexplicably accelerating with a thump-thump, as if they had just walked through the edge of Death.

"Oh, you're Dumbledore, aren't you?" The armored man saw the white-haired, white-bearded old man, and his sharp, knife-like gaze softened.

"I am indeed, Mr. Lyon, may I ask… are you alright?"

Dumbledore scrutinized the person in front of him.

He was absolutely certain that the Unforgivable Curse had not harmed a single hair on the other party!

"Of course, everything is fine. It really is you, Professor Dumbledore. I'm very happy to meet you. My name is Lyon." Lyon bowed slightly; he had finally found the right place this time.

Dumbledore quickly returned the bow.

In that fleeting moment, he had been wondering if the mysterious and powerful person in front of him might have been sent by Voldemort.

But the other party was so friendly that he couldn't help but guess that this young man might have been sent by the person in Nurmengard Tower to help him.

"Albus Dumbledore, though I probably don't need to introduce myself."

He couldn't help but take a step forward and asked again, "Mr. Lyon, are you truly alright?"

Lyon was a little strange: "Why do you keep asking that?"

He lowered his head: "I understand, you mean this battle suit, right? Don't mind it, this is just a piece of clothing that can be transformed at will."

With a thought, the Superman battle suit immediately transformed into a wizard robe adorned with starlight.

"But I did feel a coolness just now. Was someone splashing Water on me?"

The Death Curse just now did not cause Lyon any discomfort, not even the feeling of being attacked.

During the process of traversing Worlds, he would become drowsy like a vegetative state.

At this time, a sudden Death Curse, for him, was like a refreshing cup of coffee.

Lyon looked around and saw the other people in the observatory.

There was a strange woman with smoky eyeshadow, and a middle-aged man like an old Batman.

There was also a Harry Potter hidden under the observatory floor.

Dumbledore's magic wand also rolled to the side.

This scene seemed familiar.

"Professor Dumbledore, it looks like you might need some help?" Lyon remembered this scene as Dumbledore's Death.

However, from the story's progression.

It seemed this Death was not an accident.

But rather, this old honeybee's own choice and arrangement.

"Ah no, actually everything is fine here. Please allow me to speak to them alone for a few more words, Mr. Lyon." Dumbledore wanted Snape to quickly continue killing him.

Lyon looked deeply at Dumbledore.

Whether it was Ancient One or Dumbledore.

Whenever he met these magic masters, they were all busy dying?

This made Lyon feel an illusion that he was specifically a bane to magic masters.

"As you wish." Lyon stepped aside, "I also need to pick up a few companions. See you later, ProfessorDumbledore."

"Of course, see you later." Dumbledore subconsciously nodded.

Then the next second, Lyon disappeared from the spot silently.

Everyone present, whether Death Eaters or White Wizards, couldn't help but be stunned.

"He, he doesn't seem to have used Apparition?" Malfoy, with his platinum-blonde hair, his voice trembled.

Snape, holding his magic wand, also couldn't help but lose himself in thought.

Before the others reacted.

He cast a look at Dumbledore: Are you still dying now?

Dumbledore gently nodded: Hurry up!

"No, Severus, please." Dumbledore thought for a moment and repeated his initial line.

Snape was expressionless, his eyes like a vengeful ghost who had harbored hatred for a thousand years, and he swung his magic wand again.

Only this time he changed his move.

"Sectumsempra!"

Dumbledore was hit by the magic, and immediately sword-like cuts appeared on his face and chest.

Blood gushed from his body.

He trembled all over, stumbled backward, his weak hand resting on the parapet, and he fell down.

The Death Eaters subconsciously chased out and looked down from the battlements.

Dumbledore, his hair and beard stained red with blood, fell through the wind like a rag.

The dark clouds of the sky were reflected in his eyes, and he heavily crashed onto the ground.

More blood flowed out, staining the soil beneath his light-colored wizard robe.

Dumbledore died, and his eyes remained open even after he stopped breathing, as if looking at the countless stars beyond the dark clouds.

"No! Professor!"

Harry Potter, who had been hiding under the astronomical instrument, was filled with rage and chased after the departing Death Eaters.

…

Lyon returned to Kamar-Taj again.

"Look who's back, Clark, did you find the target World this time?"

Tony and Wong were discussing Odin's single eye, and seeing Lyon return, they both walked over to him.

"Found it, this verbose Bruce, are you sure you're ready? We can leave now." Lyon said.

Banner was stunned: "Huh? I didn't say anything?"

Tony patted his shoulder: "Lyon is talking about Bruce Wayne."

"Superman and Batman? My goodness, you two brothers even have your own exclusive pet names." Banner raised his eyebrows high.

"What pet name, that's a nickname Tony gave," Lyon said, "Wong and Mordo are ready, how about you two?"

This time when Lyon returned, he specifically left an hour, which was enough time for Tony to handle everything.

Banner carried a backpack: "I'm ready too… In fact, I only had one pair of pants left after I got to New York, thanks to Tony, he bought me daily necessities on his way back."

Because he was arrested and brought back to New York, Banner was penniless at this time.

Even because he turned into Hulk.

His only remaining pants were also tattered.

But material scarcity did not make Banner feel ashamed.

He was now very comfortable and calm.

Standing next to Superman and these sorcerers, the Hulk, who had troubled him for years, suddenly was no longer a problem.

Banner felt that even when he was in his mother's womb, he probably didn't feel as safe as he did now.

Chapter 150 Dumbledore is alive again!

Tony shrugged, "Thanks to Master Mordo helping with that golden door, I've already arranged everything back in New York. Agent K will help keep an eye on Jarvis, so, bingo, let's start crossing!"

Wang and Mordo also nodded.

Compared to just now, they had a few more magical artifacts in their hands.

"Mordo and I thought about it and decided that for our first visit, we should bring some gifts. This represents the face of our Kamar-Taj." Wang held up a magical artifact hat.

Leon gave an approving thumbs up.

One could only say that he was indeed an old employee who had worked in Kamar-Taj's supermarket for 9 years, perfectly adept at social etiquette.

"Since everything is ready, let's go!"

Leon cleared his throat, "The journey might be a bit bumpy, so be mentally prepared."

After speaking, he activated his ability, locked onto the four people present, and simultaneously left the Marvel World.

…

The sky was overcast with dark clouds, not a single ray of light could penetrate through them.

Hogwarts' central courtyard.

All the students and Professors were gathered here.

In the crowd, Dumbledore's blood-stained corpse had been cleanly tidied up by magic.

He lay on his back on the grass, hands clasped over his chest, his face as peaceful as it had been in his daily life.

But everyone knew he was dead; those hands were frighteningly cold.

He would never open his eyes again, never again say, "Do you want some cockroach candy, students?" as he used to.

A sorrowful atmosphere enveloped the teachers and students present.

From Professors like McGonagall and Flitwick, to students like Ron and Luna.

Everyone's eyes were filled with deep sadness, and no other expression could be seen on their faces.

Harry Potter stumbled and knelt before Dumbledore, burying his face in the cold arm and weeping uncontrollably.

The grief of bidding farewell to a great wizard enveloped the place.

The sorrow was at its peak.

Suddenly, five figures appeared in the air.

They appeared without any warning, as if they were several fish caught in an invisible net.

Only, the net broke, and they all plopped down onto the ground.

The most muscular of them floated in the air the moment he appeared.

He landed lightly, like a flying maple leaf.

But the other four were not so graceful.

They were like unkempt men who had just woken up.

They crashed onto the grass from several meters high.

One landed face-first with a thud, his cheek buried in the ground, his butt sticking high up, yet he still hadn't woken up.

Two others rolled together after landing, their shoe soles even stepping on each other's faces.

The appearance of these people was too sudden and too comical.

So much so that the teachers and students present were startled, but no one immediately pulled out their wands to question them.

Having just experienced an attack from Death Eaters and the death of the greatest Headmaster Dumbledore, the teachers and students were already on edge.

But regarding these five uninvited guests, they couldn't immediately feel suspicious.

After all, bad guys probably wouldn't appear with their faces on the ground and their butts sticking up, right?

The teachers and students stared blankly at the five people, their immersive sorrowful atmosphere greatly dispersed.

They watched as the only conscious person suddenly slapped the butt of another person who was sticking high up.

"Damn it, Tony, can your pose be any more alluring?"

The person said this while pulling out a square box and pressing it continuously, seemingly recording the embarrassing situation of the Tony he was referring to.

In this scene, every wizard couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Who are these people?

"You, it's you!?" At this moment, Harry Potter suddenly exclaimed.

His eyes were still red, filled with surprise.

"Potter, do you know these… gentlemen?" Minerva McGonagall struggled to use polite terms to describe the five people in front of her.

"He's the one who was hit by Snape's Unforgivable Curse in the Astronomy Tower and was perfectly fine!" Harry Potter was still shocked.

"Wh-what? He's that person? I thought you were talking nonsense earlier…" Professor McGonagall's eyes widened.

When Dumbledore died, Potter was the only one present; he was the one who told everyone what had happened.

Professor McGonagall swallowed.

The five guests, who she had just thought were a bunch of lunatics, suddenly turned into powerful magicians in her eyes.

And powerful wizards usually have some quirks, more or less.

Just like Dumbledore liked to eat cockroach candy.

Looking at it this way, she actually felt that these five people were much more normal.

"Um, gentlemen, you are…" McGonagall tried to strike up a conversation with Leon.

Leon smiled and waved his hand, "Please wait a moment, my companions will wake up soon."

His words fell.

Tony, who had his butt sticking up by his feet, grunted and opened his bewildered eyes.

The other few also woke up around this time.

According to their different physical and mental strengths.

Mordo, Banner, and Wang, woke up in sequence.

"What is this… Dr. Banner, your shoe! It's almost flattening my face!" Mordo removed Banner's foot.

Banner stood up, his face also bearing a shoe print, "Sorry, sorry, have we arrived? I just felt my brain buzz and then lost consciousness."

"Well, there are so many people next to us, so this must be it. To be honest, I think wearing what they wear is what makes you a magician."

Tony pointed around, curiosity about new things flickering in his eyes, and he casually helped Wang up.

Wang's strength was actually the weakest among them.

His consciousness was still not very clear.

But as the Kamar-Taj librarian, who valued etiquette the most among those present.

When he saw hundreds of curious or strange gazes around him.

His muddled head felt as if it had been struck by a blade, and he immediately sobered up.

His eyes widened instantly, "We've arrived!?"

"Yes, we've arrived, what's wrong?" Tony was puzzled, why was this guy so jumpy?

Wang's cheeks instantly turned several shades redder; it was from shame and anger.

He realized that the first meeting of this generation's Kamar-Taj leadership with another group of magicians had completely failed! It was a huge embarrassment!

Wang looked at Leon, this Sorcerer Supreme actually still looked indifferent.

Wang was immediately annoyed, but he couldn't do anything, he was the Sorcerer Supreme.

Looking back again, Banner and Mordo were actually still rubbing their faces.

So Wang huffily stretched out his dark foot and firmly imprinted his size forty-three shoe sole on both of their butts.

"What are you doing! Pay attention to your image! Now we represent Kamar-Taj!" Wang warned in a low voice.

Banner and Mordo rubbed their butts, looked around, their faces also turned red instantly, and they stood up straight with a whoosh, like two standard diplomatic attachés.

—If only there weren't shoe prints on their faces and butts.

Leon watched their interaction, chuckling wryly.

He stopped Old Wang, who was reaching for his magic hat, intending to quickly present the gifts to salvage Kamar-Taj's image.

"Don't rush, their leader, the White Demon King, is still lying there. If you want to give a gift, you have to give it to the right person."

Wang blinked at the words.

White Demon King? Does that title sound a bit too domineering…? Fortunately, the Sorcerer Supremeisn't bad either.

He immediately had a draft in his mind.

Later, after that so-called White Demon King introduces himself, he can completely stand up and say—This is the Sorcerer Supreme, who once played chess with Odin and conversed with Eternity.

Such a high-class introduction would surely awe the other side and save Kamar-Taj's face.

Leon didn't know that Wang had been agonizing over diplomatic matters.

He walked towards Harry Potter, or rather, Dumbledore behind him.

"What do you want to do, sir?" Potter was a bit wary, standing in front of Dumbledore, showing a resistant posture.

"Don't be nervous."

Leon flicked his wrist, taking out an exquisite jade bottle of emerald color; inside the translucent bottle was colorless liquid.

—That was zeus spring water.

Last time he took it out for Ancient One to drink, he filled a large glass, but it was refused.

Afterward, he reflected.

Although he had millions of kilometers of this magical spring water.

He even used it for bathing.

But that didn't prevent its high value.

High-value items needed to be paired with a magnificent appearance to make people feel incredibly precious.

Sure enough, as soon as the jade bottle was taken out, everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

"Dumbledore and I have an agreement."

Leon used his mental power to bind everyone who wanted to stop him, including Harry Potter, in place.

"I told him on the Astronomy Tower, 'See you later,' and he agreed."

Leon walked past Harry Potter's side.

"Since he agreed, he has to fulfill his promise."

He half-squatted in front of Dumbledore, tilted the jade bottle, and dripped the colorless liquid onto those pale lips.

"Since he promised."

"Then even if he died, he has to come back to life, continue to complete our agreement, and then die again."

"No one can stop it, not even the God of Death."

Leon casually put the empty bottle into Dumbledore's cold hand.

A few seconds later, Dumbledore's pale face quickly regained color, and his chest began to rise and fall again.

Then he opened his eyes, and with a heavy gasp as if waking from a Nightmare, he suddenly sat up.

For a moment, the entire audience was shocked!

Chapter 151: The wrong time

Everyone looked as if they had seen a ghost.

No, Dumbledore was already dead, so they really had seen a ghost!

They watched the figure lying on the grass turn over and sit up.

They watched as a bewildered look appeared under his slack, drooping eyelids, and then he touched his chest and old face with a pair of withered hands, full of disbelief.

They heard him speak hoarsely, his voice gradually growing louder: "I should be dead… What happened?"

"Professor Dumbledore!"

As soon as Mr. Lyon released his mental restraint on the others, Harry Potter pounced on Dumbledore.

"You're not dead! No, no, that's not right, you're alive again!" Harry hugged Dumbledore's shoulders, incoherent.

"It's great, it's great, you're alright!" Harry choked.

He didn't have many true family members in this World, and most of them had already died at Voldemort's hands; Dumbledore was one of them.

The surprise of having him back after losing him almost instantly overwhelmed Harry's emotions.

Even if he tried his best to hold back, tears of joy still rolled down his face.

He looked at Dumbledore's once again lively eyes, having a thousand words he wanted to say, but all that came out was a repeated "It's great."

"Harry, it's alright, yes, everything's alright." Old Dumbledore couldn't quite grasp the situation at first, but he instinctively wiped Potter's tears with his hand.

He hugged Harry with a puzzled expression, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Professor McGonagall standing nearby, with almost all the young wizards behind her.

At this moment, both the Professors and the young wizards were all looking at him in shock.

As if he were an old man transformed from a troll, whose identity had finally been exposed.

He could even hear some young wizards whispering.

—They were whispering, but because they were too shocked, they didn't even control their volume.

"Fred, did you see that? Professor Dumbledore has been resurrected, hasn't he?"

"Of course I saw it! Merlin's pants, George, what did that guy, who's even more handsome than Sirius, give to the Professor to drink?"

"Shush! You two, don't mention Sirius next to Harry! Also, I bet that was Felix Felicis!"

"What Felix Felicis? That potion resurrected the Professor! I bet that's the dew from the Goblin Forest, as written in ancient books!"

"Are you talking about the legendary Goblin Forest that Merlin visited?"

The young wizards' conversation strayed further and further, and their voices grew louder and louder.

They looked at Dumbledore, then at Mr. Lyon.

Even though he had done something extraordinary, the stranger's expression remained as calm as Water, as if he were the deity who commanded Death.

The young wizards were most interested in such mysterious figures; they each had their own theories, and everyone had their own guess.

This forced Professor McGonagall to use a "Sonorus" spell.

"Quiet, everyone! Headmaster Dumbledore is alright now, the funeral here is canceled, you all go back to your respective dormitories first!"

She said to Hagrid in the crowd: "Hagrid, you take the young wizards back first, and then you come back later."

Hagrid agreed, but the young wizards showed strong resistance.

Especially the little lions of Gryffindor.

They were extremely reluctant to be sent back to their dormitories at this critical moment of gossip.

One by one, they shouted that even Professor Dumbledore had died once, and they had to understand what the danger was.

Professor McGonagall shook her head helplessly and could only agree to let them stay, but she emphasized again that they must remain quiet.

Dumbledore didn't care about this.

He actually quite liked being with the young wizards.

"Minerva, what happened after I fell from the Astronomy Tower… Ah, it's you, Mr. Lyon?"

Dumbledore was about to ask Professor McGonagall for the details.

But he finally noticed the five strangers who had been quietly serving as background figures.

Tony and the others, dressed in very modern styles, had actually been quite conspicuous all along.

It was just that after Dumbledore's resurrection, his brain had just resumed blood flow, and his attention was too scattered to notice them.

"We meet again, Professor Dumbledore, we agreed we would meet again, didn't we?" Mr. Lyon said, with his hands behind his back.

Dumbledore understood something: "So it was you… You resurrected me, didn't you? I don't know how to thank you."

"It was nothing," Mr. Lyon said.

Dumbledore shook his head: "That cannot be called nothing."

"You used a precious potion on me, didn't you?"

"Although I'm very grateful that you saved my life."

"But using such a precious thing on me is truly a waste."

He touched the jade bottle in his palm, understanding that this was the container Mr. Lyon used to hold the spring Water.

For a moment, he felt a mix of emotions.

Dumbledore had been cursed by Voldemort's Horcruxes during last year's Hogwarts summer holiday.

That curse would gradually erode the body until it completely killed the cursed person.

In other words, he didn't have much time left in his life.

That's why he intentionally sought Death at the Astronomy Tower.

And his Death, in his plan, played a crucial role in the subsequent defeat of Voldemort.

So Dumbledore didn't know whether his resurrection was a good thing or a bad thing.

"That was zeus spring water, containing immense vitality; as long as the soul hasn't dispersed and the body is still relatively intact, it can bring a person back to life."

Mr. Lyon smiled: "Such a valuable thing, of course, should be used on the most valuable person. Professor, you shouldn't have died at the hands of people like the Death Eaters."

Fortunately, Dumbledore's soul was not damaged, otherwise, he would probably have had to cast additional magic to restore his soul.

"Thank you for giving me such high praise." Dumbledore stood up, leaning on Harry's shoulder.

"Called spring water… such a treasure should be non-renewable, and some will be lost with each use, which is truly regrettable."

Mr. Lyon shook his head: "The spring Water has already been used, there's no need to say anything more."

Actually, what he said was correct; a sea of spring Water with a diameter of a million kilometers indeed diminishes with each use.

"I haven't asked yet, are you from the Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore asked at this point, as if he had suddenly remembered.

He paused, "Forgive my presumption, or rather, are you… wizards Gellert invited to help?"

Mr. Lyon was speechless; Old Dumbledore actually thought they were sent by his old lover Grindelwald.

This idea truly had the characteristic flavor of the Dumbledore-Grindelwald couple.

"Neither, we are from Kamar-Taj, and we came to Hogwarts this time to exchange magic," Mr. Lyon said directly.

"Kamar-Taj?" Dumbledore had never heard that name.

"Kamar-Taj is located in the Himalayan Mountains and belongs to the Mystic Arts tradition. Venerable Liang is our Sorcerer Supreme," Wang added at this point.

He had been listening in and felt that this was the perfect time to interject.

After all, the people on the other side hadn't even introduced themselves yet.

How could he let their Sorcerer Supreme introduce himself?

"So Venerable Liang is the Sorcerer Supreme!" Dumbledore hadn't heard this title, but it didn't prevent him from taking it seriously.

"The Himalayan Mountains… that's the domain of the mysterious Eastern Masters, isn't it?"

He extended his left hand to the side: "It's an honor to meet you all. I apologize, I completely forgot the most important thing until now. Please allow me to introduce the Professors of Hogwarts."

From Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration Professor, to Professor Slughorn, the Potions Professor, Dumbledore introduced them one by one.

Mr. Lyon then introduced Mordo and the others.

However, Tony would raise an eyebrow from time to time; he always felt that the names of these people sounded familiar.

But at least both sides finally had a preliminary understanding of each other.

At this point, Dumbledore suddenly sighed: "Our friends, the Eastern Masters, have come a long way, and we welcome you immensely."

"But to be honest, you've probably come at a rather inconvenient time."

Chapter 152: Speedy Soul Collection Process

"Why isn't that quite right? Oh, you just died, uh, sacrificed yourself... Does that mean there's a powerful enemy?"

Tony, who had become more familiar, stroked his chin and started chatting in his usual easygoing manner.

"If he can even kill the White Demon King, the opponent must be an extremely powerful wizard as well."

"Since he stands opposite the White Demon King, then he must be the Black..."

Tony subconsciously placed the White Demon King on an equal footing with the Sorcerer Supreme.

However, he didn't notice that when he uttered the words "White Demon King," the corners of the eyes of the Professors present twitched.

"Ahem," Leon coughed lightly, interrupting Tony's analysis in time.

The term "White Demon King" could be used for private teasing, but it shouldn't be said in front of others.

"It's Voldemort, right? He's made a comeback, once again sweeping through the British wizarding world with his Death Eaters," Leon looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore selectively ignored Tony's address to him: "Indeed, this land is now once again shrouded in the Shadow of that person."

"Even Hogwarts cannot absolutely guarantee your safety."

"So, unless absolutely necessary, I suggest you wait until the gloom has lifted before coming."

"By then, every wizard at Hogwarts will be wearing their finest robes to welcome you."

Tony was a bit puzzled: "So you're confident you can defeat that Voldemort?"

The corner of Dumbledore's mouth, beneath his beard, curved slightly. This was the exact sentence he had been waiting for.

"I'm afraid not."

"As you can see, if Leon hadn't lent a hand tonight, I would have returned to dust here."

"Voldemort's power is simply too vast."

"His followers cover almost all pureblood families; this war will be very difficult."

"Now that I've fortunately gained a second life, I only hope to resist as much as I can before another Death."

Dumbledore also described in detail the brutality of the Death Eaters and the might of Voldemort.

His words were filled with helplessness and bewilderment.

It was as if this Death had stripped him of all confidence, making him as precarious as a candle in the wind.

This tearful, heartfelt, and seemingly final declaration moved everyone present.

Tony looked at Dumbledore, vaguely sensing that there was more to his words.

Mordo, Banner, and Wong, being righteous and relatively pure, were already filled with indignation after listening.

Only Leon, with his arms crossed, suddenly shook his head.

If others didn't understand Dumbledore, did he not?

This old honey-bee had been a top chess player since Grindelwald's time.

At a young age, he could already fool a then even younger Newt into losing his bearings.

Moreover, the victory in the Second Wizarding War in the original story was largely due to this old man's planning.

And then there was his willingness to face Death earlier, yet now he claimed he would try his best to resist Voldemort before another Death.

Dumbledore was clearly trying to subtly ask them, the outsiders, for help.

"Dumbledore, you just want our help, don't you?" Leon sighed, stepped forward, and put an arm around the old man's shoulder.

"..." Dumbledore was stunned; he hadn't expected Leon to be so direct.

So he also became very direct: "Leon, I can see that you possess great strength. If we can receive your help, I believe the wizarding world's chances of victory will greatly increase."

Leon nodded: "If you want our help, just say so. If you don't say it, how can we possibly know? Only when we know can we decide whether or not to help you."

"So, what is your answer, sir?" Dumbledore's cloudy yet sharp eyes looked at Leon.

Leon patted Dumbledore's shoulder and shook his head.

But before Dumbledore could show any disappointment.

He spoke again: "A small Voldemort? Why even fight a war? We can solve him for you right now."

"However, after this is over, you'll have to be generous with your magical exchanges, such as granting us full access to your library and similar resources."

Although Leon's words sounded somewhat exaggerated.

Dumbledore felt he had heard the answer he most desired.

He had no reason to refuse whatsoever.

He laughed heartily: "Of course, no problem! Shouldn't magic be open and inclusive for exchange?"

He extended his hand forward: "Come, esteemed guests from afar, let's enter the Great Hall together. It's dinner time now, and I'm sure you won't be disappointed by Hogwarts' delicious food."

Professor McGonagall and the others had listened to their entire conversation and couldn't help but smile, directing the students to prepare to enter the castle together.

But Leon gently pushed Dumbledore's hand away.

"There's no rush for dinner."

He instead grabbed Dumbledore's wizard robe and flew up.

"No time like the present. It's more fitting to deal with Voldemort first, then have dinner."

The two flew all the way to the open lawn outside the castle.

The young wizards and Professors were dumbfounded and quickly rushed out of the courtyard, chasing after the two.

Tony also donned his armor, carrying Wong and Mordo, with Banner on his back, and flew out of the courtyard amidst a chorus of astonished gazes, landing beside Leon outside the castle.

"Leon, what do you intend to do?"

Dumbledore wasn't nervous, but he had a premonition that the young man beside him seemed to be planning something big.

"Of course, to deal with Voldemort... This place is quite open, so it's rather suitable."

Leon scanned the entire wizarding world with his super vision.

After being modified by the Source Will, his super vision gained spatial attributes.

It easily penetrated all kinds of magical barriers, seeing everything.

"I remember, to kill Voldemort, you first have to destroy his Horcruxes, right?"

"And what are called Horcruxes are objects containing fragments of a soul."

"As long as the Horcrux is not destroyed, even if the Horcrux's owner dies, their soul will not dissipate but will exist in some alternative form, awaiting the opportunity for resurrection."

Leon suddenly raised his right hand and drew a circle in the air.

Dumbledore hadn't expected Leon to know so much: "You are absolutely right, Leon... What kind of magic is this!?"

As Leon's fingers moved, a golden, shimmering circular doorway appeared before them.

On the other side of the door was a pile of miscellaneous items.

Dumbledore immediately recognized it as the interior of the Room of Requirement.

"Mystic Art of Portals, similar to Apparition, but it can directly connect spaces."

Leon explained as he pulled out a diadem from the other side of the door and tossed it onto the ground.

"This is Ravenclaw's Diadem, one of Voldemort's Horcruxes."

Dumbledore's eyes widened instantly: "A Horcrux? Ravenclaw's Diadem?"

He bent down and picked it up, sensing a strange soul aura from it. Leon hadn't been wrong at all.

Looking up again, his eyes widened even further.

Leon was actually drawing circles with both hands simultaneously, opening two portals.

One opened into a Gringotts vault.

The other opened into the Black family's old house, directly opposite was the house-elf Kreacher, who immediately bristled when he saw Leon.

However, before he could utter a single word of protest.

Leon suddenly extended both hands.

His left hand pulled out a golden goblet from the Gringotts vault, and his right hand snatched a locket from beside Kreacher.

Then, amidst Kreacher's screams.

Leon waved his hand, closing the portals.

"Slytherin's Locket, Hufflepuff's Cup. These two are also Horcruxes," he similarly threw the treasures onto the ground.

Dumbledore's mouth hung open, but he couldn't speak.

Chapter 153 Become Voldemort First

After all, what else could he say?

It wasn't until recently, with Harry's help, that he learned Voldemort had seven Horcruxes in total, and Harry was one of them.

But knowing the number of Horcruxes was useless; he had been clueless about where to find the remaining Horcruxes until a few seconds ago.

Yet, as soon as this Eastern Master, Leon, arrived, he found three in a flurry.

If Dumbledore had a lower standard, he would have cursed, "Motherfucker."

"See? What did I tell you? This magic is perfect for stealing things," Tony said to Banner, who was beside him.

Banner scratched his face, "But it really looks convenient. I want to learn this spell too."

Meanwhile, Mordo and Wong exchanged glances, their brows furrowed.

Mordo felt perplexed, "Something's wrong. I can't borrow power from other dimensions anymore."

For the Masters of Kamar-Taj, being unable to borrow power meant becoming an ordinary person.

Wong, holding his magical hat, said, "There must be some blocking magic inscribed here. Look, Leon's power is strong enough to break through the obstruction, so he can still use the Mystic Art of Portals."

"You have a point," Mordo agreed.

On the other side, Leon took the Ravenclaw's Diadem from the dazed Dumbledore and threw it onto the ground along with the others.

Dumbledore, as if waking from a dream, said, "Lord Leon, to destroy a Horcrux, one needs to use the Sword of Gryffindor. Please wait a moment; I will return to the castle to retrieve the sword."

"No need," Leon stopped him again, "I happen to have some research in the field of souls, so it won't be that troublesome."

Leon formed a hand seal, and a spell similar to Star Projection was cast upon the Horcruxes.

As golden energy, like sunlight, scattered down, thick black soul mist rapidly ascended from the three Horcruxes.

As soon as the mist appeared, it was accompanied by the wailing of vengeful spirits, forming three skulls in the air.

However, Leon's hand seal changed, and the scattered energy began to emit an even more brilliant golden light, almost illuminating the dimness within dozens of meters.

Under this golden light, the skull souls dissipated rapidly before they could even fully form, like mud and sand scattered by the wind.

A few seconds later, apart from faint, lingering wails in the air, there was no trace of Voldemort's soul remaining.

"Done!"

Leon pointed at the three Horcruxes, which were still perfectly intact and even more lustrous.

"The Diadem, the locket, and the goblet have all returned to their original appearance. You can take them back and put them away."

Leon had no interest in these treasures from Hogwarts.

What could catch his eye now would at least have to be a treasure of the level of the casket of ancient winters, capable of freezing a Planet.

Currently, in this World of magic, only the Time-Turner and the Resurrection Stone, those rather illogical items, were worth studying.

Dumbledore held the three treasures in a daze, unsure what to say.

It was his first time witnessing such an exaggerated soul magic.

"There are still two Horcruxes left," Leon said, tapping the goblet with his knuckles, producing a crisp sound.

Dumbledore hesitated to speak.

He knew one of the Horcruxes was Harry.

Previously, his methods were limited; destroying a Horcrux meant destroying the carrier along with it.

This meant Harry had to face a sacrificial end.

But even though Dumbledore was a man who pursued the greater good, willing to sacrifice personal interests for the collective, his desire to protect Harry was equally genuine.

So Dumbledore racked his brains and came up with a plan—that was to let Harry confront Voldemort.

Through some clever arrangements of his, combined with the protective charm Lily left for Harry, he could make Voldemort personally destroy the fragment that had burrowed into Harry's soul during their confrontation, without harming Harry.

This way, the "Horcrux" would be destroyed, and Harry would be safe.

But now, it seemed his arrangement might not be needed.

Perhaps he could look forward to Leon using his previous miraculous methods to resolve Harry's problem in a safer way.

"There are still two Horcruxes left; one is currently with Voldemort, and the other is Harry Potter," Leon said then.

Dumbledore nodded, "I'll call Harry over."

By now, the Masters and students in the courtyard had already rushed out of the castle.

They were all crowded at the entrance, not-so-quietly watching Dumbledore and the others.

"Harry! Come here!" Dumbledore suddenly waved.

Harry Potter adjusted his glasses in confusion, was pushed by Ron from behind, and quickly ran towards the group.

"Professor!" he panted, stopping in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore reached out with a complex expression and patted Harry's shoulder.

He said earnestly, "Harry, during this time, we have been searching for Horcruxes and ways to deal with Voldemort, but I'm sorry, there's something I haven't told you."

"Professor, what... what is it?" Harry pursed his lips, a little nervous, having a bad feeling.

"Harry, actually you..." Dumbledore closed his eyes; he was very reluctant to speak the cruel truth.

"Wait, wait," Leon suddenly reached out and pushed the two apart, "Professor Dumbledore, what are you doing? Why are you suddenly in such distress?"

"I... I was explaining the situation to Harry?" Dumbledore looked innocent.

"Trust me, Harry will be fine. My level of magic is more trustworthy than my elder brother's character."

Leon, seeing that the situation was not right, interrupted their emotional exchange.

Looking at their posture, it was exactly like a classic coming-of-age scene from a movie—first, Dumbledore tells Harry the truth, saying, "Son, I'm sorry, you need to be sacrificed."

Then Harry, in disbelief, runs away, hiding in a lonely corner to break down alone.

But a few days later, with the warm companionship of his teacher and friends, he would resolve to sacrifice himself, complete his emotional journey, and transform into a true hero.

Honestly, Leon quite enjoyed such scenes.

However, his power was right here; how could old Dumbledore still want to put on a tragic play?

Leon simply acted without warning, slapping Harry's forehead and knocking his soul out of his body.

"I, what is this!?"

Harry's soul hovered in the air, astonished.

But the next second, Leon's palm reached into his soul, pulling out a deformed, infant-like soul from within.

"Alright, done," Leon waved his hand, sending Harry's soul back into his body.

Then he held up the deformed soul, which looked like it didn't even have a nose, and showed it to Dumbledore.

"Look, it's Voldemort, isn't it? Such a simple matter, yet you two were getting all emotional."

"No, this magic of yours..." Dumbledore's mind was a bit muddled.

What had he just witnessed again?

A soul leaving the body and returning safely?

As the strongest wizard in the Britain magic World for so many years, Dumbledore suddenly felt like he couldn't keep up with the times.

His mouth twitched, and he leaned closer to examine the deformed soul, nodding blankly, "It is indeed Tom, no doubt about it."

Bolts of Balthakk surged from Leon's palm, crushing the soul fragment, "Excellent. Now, only Voldemort and the last Horcrux beside him remain."

"Lord Leon, what do you intend to do? It wouldn't be..."

"It would be exactly that. To catch the thieves, first catch the king. We'll deal with Voldemort directly."

Chapter 154 Voldemort's Death at the Hands of Hulk

Since entering the World of Harry Potter, Leon had noticed that this World seemed to lack a World Consciousness.

The entire World operated purely on the Universe's rules.

Thinking about it, it made sense.

The World Consciousness should inherently only exist in higher-level Worlds.

The Resident Evil World being able to produce one was already a lucky occurrence among billions of Worlds.

He couldn't expect to encounter one everywhere he went.

Since there was no World Consciousness, Leon naturally had to devise his own plans if he wanted to explore the magic system here.

Under such circumstances, he certainly didn't want to waste time.

However, to leave Mordo and others at Hogwarts to learn new magic, they first had to deal with the villain.

So, from the start, Leon pinpointed Voldemort's location.

At this moment, he drew a circle with his right hand, casting the Mystic Art of Portals.

After the portal opened, the other side revealed a gloomy castle hall, with only a few eerie blue lights hanging on the walls, like clusters of ghost fires.

Voldemort stood at the end of the hall.

A twelve-foot-long giant snake coiled at his feet.

In front of him were the cowering Malfoy mother and son, and Snape, who was bowing his head and reporting something.

The snake's name was Nagini, and it was Voldemort's last remaining Horcrux.

"It's Voldemort!" Harry Potter instinctively exclaimed, "And Snape is there too; he just killed the Professor and went to report back!"

Voldemort looked over upon hearing the sound.

His gaze passed through the portal.

He first saw Harry, then his eyes fixed on Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore!?"

Dumbledore also stared at Voldemort: "Tom."

"How are you still alive?" Voldemort, noseless and looking like a ghoul, paused for a second.

Then he looked fiercely at Snape, "Severus, you said he was dead?"

But Snape was also unaware.

He looked back at Dumbledore, and his perpetually unchanging expression, like a thousand-year-old iceberg, faltered: "How is that possible?"

He was the one who killed him; he watched the body grow cold.

Who was standing behind that golden portal now?

Dumbledore's soul?

Snape was filled with questions.

And Voldemort was filled only with rage.

He had long been suspicious of Snape.

But he never expected him to dare to lie about something as significant as Dumbledore's Death.

Voldemort's expression showed a momentary gnashing of teeth.

But soon, he smiled again, a frog-like grin stretching across his pale, withered face.

He seemed to want to maintain some semblance of dignity.

After all, the Dark Lord was the leader of the pure-bloods, and pure-bloods were always elegant.

But everyone could see the uncontrollable brutality beneath his smile.

"Uh, so that Squidward is Voldemort? Honestly, he's a bit uglier than I imagined," Tony remarked sharply at this moment.

"Now that you mention it, he really does look like Squidward, just without a nose," Leon agreed.

Voldemort's forced smile immediately faltered.

He looked cold, his chilling gaze sweeping over Leon and Tony, having already passed judgment on the two of them in his heart.

However, his primary target right now was still that White-bearded old man.

"Dumbledore, you've finally come to your Death."

Voldemort slowly raised his wand and slowly chanted.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green magic beam as thick as an arm shot straight towards Dumbledore.

This was Voldemort's greeting.

He slowly chanted and unleashed his full power, intending to force a hastily reacting Dumbledore to only choose to dodge.

However, beside Dumbledore, a certain unfamiliar face who had just mocked Voldemort suddenly stepped forward.

He slapped the Curse of Slaying from bottom to top.

Then, Voldemort's full-power attack disintegrated.

After being struck by that slap, the green beam, from its end, collapsed inch by inch, like a water column being cut upstream by a sharp sword.

This collapsing trend spread all the way to the source, extending to Voldemort's wand.

A tremendous force violently knocked Voldemort's right hand away, causing him to stumble back a few steps.

At the same time, the wand in his hand snapped in half with a crack.

"This is impossible!" Voldemort looked at his wand, his eyes splitting with rage.

Leon, who had slapped away the magic, clasped his palm: "How should I put it, it's like washing hands with clean Water, quite comfortable."

He didn't forget to comment: "This magic, which combines killing intent for attack, indeed has its unique aspects, but your killing intent is too weak; practice for another two years."

In a sense, his World Master-level willpower could definitely leave Voldemort several Earths behind.

Saying that the other party's killing intent was weak was not a problem at all.

Voldemort's disbelieving gaze shifted from his wand to Leon's face.

His face trembled; he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Not just him, Harry and Dumbledore and the others were also in a bad state.

Professor Dumbledore, who was always so serious, now had his mouth open wide enough to stuff all his beard into it.

Harry, even more so, looked as if he was questioning life itself.

But Leon didn't stand there in a daze with them.

He pushed his hands forward, and the portal immediately expanded and moved towards Voldemortand the others.

The golden circular portal instantly transported them from the gloomy hall to outside Hogwarts, and then automatically closed.

The surroundings changed abruptly, and Voldemort and Snape and the others all looked astonished.

"Professor Dumbledore, this is a rare opportunity, so let me show you some of the unique magic of our Kamar-Taj," Leon suddenly said.

He didn't care what Dumbledore's reaction was.

He suddenly pulled Banner over, slapped out Banner's soul with one palm, but left the part belonging to Hulk inside Banner's body.

"Roar! Hulk!" Banner's body rapidly expanded, tearing through his clothes, transforming into a two to three-meter-tall Hulk, roaring at the sky.

"You're the one, Hulk, go, use Hulk Smash!" Leon pointed at Voldemort opposite him.

"Hulk, no!" Hulk immediately slammed a fist into the ground.

He actually wanted to punch Leon in the face, but subconsciously felt that doing so would probably lead to big trouble.

Leon was not surprised by this and directly shouted at Voldemort: "Tom, do you see this guy next to me? His nickname is Voldemort Terminator; you're dead today!"

Voldemort was still shocked by his sudden transfer to Hogwarts.

Hearing Leon's words, his face became unpredictable.

He looked around.

After determining that this battle had to be fought, he did not hesitate to unleash a cracking explosion at Hulk.

Flames instantly erupted on Hulk, causing him to stumble slightly, his entire body enveloped in intense Fire.

"Roar!" This time, Leon didn't need to give an order; Hulk charged out of the flames and directly leaped in front of Voldemort.

Under the gaze of hundreds of astonished eyes, he punched Voldemort to the ground.

Immediately after, he grabbed Voldemort's wand-holding arm, swung his arm, and directly slammed him into the ground.

Bang! What a heavy impact sound, as if the Earth trembled for a moment.

But even so, Hulk was not appeased; he picked Voldemort up again and slammed him once more.

Pick up again, slam again!

The thudding sounds of slamming into the ground were incessant.

Each one was accompanied by the trembling of hundreds of hearts.

Hulk's frequency of slamming Voldemort was not fast, but he slammed him hard and viciously.

And Voldemort was also very resilient.

From initial curses and attempts to resist, to cries of pain, inducements, pleas for mercy, and finally, silence.

He was slammed for a full two or three minutes.

For a moment, there was only the squelching sound of flesh hitting the ground.

And faint, widespread sounds of swallowing.

Hulk suddenly felt the joy of slamming people.

No wonder that bad guy named Superman had so much fun slamming him that day.

"This... isn't this a bit much?" Banner's soul floated beside Leon.

Leon shrugged: "What's wrong with it? From now on, this will be the signature spell of our Kamar-Taj!"

Dumbledore, who was watching from the side, felt his heart twitch; it was brutal, too brutal; what kind of mages were these from Kamar-Taj?

"This, this, your Lordship's Transfiguration is truly superb!" He thought Leon had used Transfiguration to enlarge Banner.

"Thank you for the compliment, it's just a small trick, not worth mentioning," Leon smiled slightly.

He waved his right hand, using his mental power to control Voldemort's Horcrux, Nagini, to float over.

Just like when he dealt with Harry, he extinguished the fragments of Voldemort's soul within Nagini with two palms.

This was Voldemort's last Horcrux.

The moment the Horcrux was destroyed, Voldemort, who had already gone silent, suddenly let out another wail.

But this wail was his last song.

The next second, he shattered like dust, his particles carried away by the wind.

In truth, he had been slammed by Hulk for so long that he was already a meat paste and should have died long ago.

He was merely clinging to a thread of life due to the special nature of his soul.

But now that all his Horcruxes were destroyed, his soul lost its support, and all his injuries rebounded, he instantly turned into dust.

"Hulk?" Hulk scratched his head on the spot, puzzled, wondering why this person, who was fine, suddenly disappeared after being slammed, "Hulk?"