Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 460 Calling Heroes

If even Dumbledore was dead, everyone could only obey him, fear him, kneel down and kiss his robe.

Even that "perfect world", he can achieve, he has a life span of a thousand years, or even longer.

Everyone will die, only Voldemort will not die, he will truly become a living god, replace everyone to become the father of mankind, become the king of mankind, become the belief of mankind, and become the god of mankind.

All people will live in a kingdom of the devil, and every breath will be affected by the devil, their good and evil will be defined by the devil, and their true or false will be judged by the devil. Their belief is the devil, their parents are the devil, and their king is the devil.

What a terrible, what a great world this will be.

"You've gone utterly mad," Dumbledore said loudly, coughing heavily because of the injury involved, "People won't give in to you... Absolutely won't... people Will not succumb to pain and disaster..."

"You can't do that.... I'll stop you..." Dumbledore mustered his strength and said with all his might, his shaky body erect, his wand pointed at Voldemort.

Voldemort said in a dismissive tone, "When they can raise their heads and look me in the eyes, they will be saying such things. You are just a remnant of the last century, and the future will be without you. Sleep well, Go and start your new adventure."

With a flick of the evil long snake's tail, Dumbledore flew out heavily, hitting the wall heavily, making a muffled sound.

"Count down to your life, old man."

The evil serpent is facing the moon, making a shrill roar, venting all his emotions freely, all wishes are about to come true, and the perfect kingdom is about to come.

"Cough...cough..."

Dumbledore put his hands on the ground, coughing weakly, he wanted to get up, he wanted to continue fighting.

This was not particularly difficult for him when he was young. He has suffered more serious injuries than this, he has encountered a more difficult situation than this, and he has come through it.

No matter how much he paid for it, he came over.

"I'm not going down....I still have things to do...I can't rest..."

Dumbledore put his hands on the ground, blood dripping from his mouth as he coughed, and he hypnotized himself with a weak voice.

"Accept the reality, old man, mortals will die, only I will live forever." The evil long snake said condescendingly with its forked tongue.

The teachers and students at Hogwarts are going crazy, Dumbledore is dying, who else can stop this monster. Is the magic world really over? Is the world really over?

Inexplicably, someone in the stands began to shout a name.

"George Soros...George Soros..."

Like grabbing a life-saving straw, everyone started shouting the name loudly.

The devil is coming, the world of nightmares is about to come, and everyone is eager to be rescued by heroes. At this time, only the hero who can kill the Demon King can stop the coming of hell.

The hero's name appeared in everyone's heart, it was him.

"George Soros!" He had killed the basilisk.

Even if everyone knew that the monster in front of him was not a simple basilisk, the monster in front of him was already the incarnation of the Demon King, an incredibly powerful Demon King.

But everyone has an expectation in their hearts. It has been two years since George Soros defeated the Millennium Basilisk. Two years are enough to make this demigod-like hero even stronger.

And on the spot, in the middle of the maze. The only one who can look directly at the Demon King is George Soros. He is a hero who makes the Demon King admire, and a strong man who makes the Demon King respect him.

Thinking of this, the teachers and students at Hogwarts rekindled hope. Dumbledore is dying and only George Soros can save the world. They shouted the name of George Soros,

It seemed to convey trust and support to him with a voice.

Dumbledore put his hands on the ground and stood up staggeringly. He raised his wand, pointed at Voldemort, and said, "I will stop you.... always..."

The evil long snake said indifferently, "It's all over, farewell to Dumbledore." He looked at the annoying opponent in front of him with regretful eyes.

With a flick of the snake's tail, a sharp thorn spear grew out of the soil and shot straight at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore lit his wand feebly, trying to cast a spell as usual, but the usual easy action of breathing became extremely difficult at this time.

He was seriously injured, his breathing seemed weak, and the magic power in his body dried up, making it difficult to squeeze out any more power.

"Is this the end..." He coldly watched the stab gun pierce his heart, "After all, nothing could be done... Maybe I should rest... ."

In a trance, a familiar shadow appeared in front of his eyes, "Did they come to pick me up... I've been hiding for too long..."

There was a muffled sound, and there was no imaginary pain.

An earthen wall rose from the ground, blocking the stab gun.

"Although it's a bit unfair, I only took action at this time, but you are a lot older, and it's also unfair to bully the students at Hogwarts." George walked up with a calm face and faced it straight the evil serpent.

"It's fair." The evil long snake shook his head and said, "I've just warmed up, and I'm in good enough shape. As for age, considering that I will live forever, all people in the future will become my children and bully young people. It's not something that's unacceptable."

As a demon king, who cares about fairness? It has always been the demon king who defines everything and asks mortals to abide by it. How can the demon king be constrained by the definition of mortals.

"And you are not an ordinary young man." The evil long snake said in a bewitching tone, "George Soros, I like you, you are stronger and more perfect than I was before."

He said in a relaxed tone, "We may not need to be hostile, the world is big enough to accommodate two immortals. I am very willing to let you be my right-hand man."

The evil long snake cast a glance at the crawling Death Eaters over there, and the magical power brought by the peripheral vision immediately made those kneeling Death Eaters tremble.

He said in a flat tone, "You can also see that they can't be used very well, and they are not easy enough as tools."

He turned his gaze back to George, stared into George's black gem-like eyes with two yellow lamps, and said, "We can be partners, I allow you to stand by my side and share this perfect world together."

George shot the two yellow lamps directly, and said lightly, "Thank you for your kindness, but I have a different view of this world. Your perfect world will no longer exist."

(To be continued.)