Harry Potter: Super Magic God

He said casually, "That's just dozens of brutal giants, they killed each other and I just got rid of the rest."

George smiled contemptuously, "If you really have any opinion on giants, what did you do in the early years? What did you do with the time I gave you?"

He didn't like Dumbledore, the fanciful, inactive procrastinator. If Dumbledore really wants to do something, he can still look up at Dumbledore a few times.

But Dumbledore didn't do anything, and all equality remained in his mouth and in his mind. Such behavior was really despised.

George said disapprovingly, "I didn't waste my time. The disappearance of the giants was doomed decades ago. They have been killing each other all the time. Even if I don't do it, they will be in a few years. Dead light."

He scoffed, "You have enough time, you don't do anything. I don't have much time, but I know what to do. I could have saved some muggles and wizards if I did it earlier."

"If I shoot later, more people will die at the hands of giants. I'm completely different from you. It's impossible for me to accept those giants as Voldemort's soldiers."

He said in a decisive tone, "One Hagrid can deal with two or three ordinary wizards, and a giant can at least beat two or three Hagrids. The transformed giant will only be more terrifying. Even if I don't think about it for myself, I have to think about other wizards too, I would never tolerate a horde of giants joining Voldemort's command."

"But this shouldn't be the genocide of a race," Dumbledore argued. "Some of those giants were forced. They didn't want to submit to Voldemort, they just didn't have a choice."

"and then?"

George said impatiently, "Do I need to ask one by one, which of those giants are active cannibals and which are passive cannibals. Then I kill the active cannibal giants, and the rest are passive cannibals. The giants. I'll let you guard them and prevent them from being lured by Voldemort, okay?"

"Ugh...."

Dumbledore sighed, "You have a better way, but you don't want to spend the time and effort to help those giants." He believed that George must have a better way.

George said angrily and hilariously, "Dumbledore, what should I say to you? You are becoming more and more like a child. I'm sorry, I don't sympathize with those giants, they kill, eat people, and look at themselves. Murder, I would love to see them perish."

George said calmly, "If they don't join Voldemort, I'd rather see them fend for themselves. But since they're going to be enemies with wizards, I don't mind hastening their demise at all."

"What's your better way?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

George glanced at Dumbledore inexplicably, confirming that he was indeed asking this question.

He explained slowly, "I can capture all the giants, implant new memories into them, and let them learn basic common sense. Although it won't make them smarter, it will reduce some of their wildness."

"Then why don't you do it?" Dumbledore asked.

"The obvious thing." George said disapprovingly, "I can't waste my precious time on those beasts that should have died."

"Just like you, you haven't cared about giants for decades. Just because, for you, the fate of giants is nothing compared to the pleasure of wasting time." George said with blood. Out of Dumbledore's hidden mind.

"I don't think the fate of the giant is trivial, I just don't have the ability."

Dumbledore did not acknowledge George's accusations, arguing, "I don't have the ability to implant permanent memories in the giant's mind, but you have the ability, and you could have done better."

George shook his head, "Stop being helpless,

Even if the giants' brains are not comparable to human brains, implanting memories is not difficult. It's a trick Riddle mastered when he was sixteen, and you're telling me? Are you incapable of implanting memories into giants? "

Dumbledore's expression did not change at all, he said calmly, "It's not surprising, your ability and vision have far surpassed mine. Although this is very simple in your opinion, for other wizards, it is a huge People's strong magic resistance can make memory implantation very difficult."

"It's just difficult, right, it's not impossible, right." George immediately grasped the key to Dumbledore's words.

"All right."

Seeing that Dumbledore was about to defend again, George interrupted his defence.

"Even if I have this ability, it has nothing to do with what I should do." George said calmly, "I said, I have never been the same as you. I am not you, and I have not carried the world on my back. plan"

"Of course." He emphasized, "I don't even have the awkward temperament that I hate it after I carry the world on my back, and then don't do anything."

George glanced at Dumbledore. "What I don't want to do, I will never change my mind because of external interference. What I want to do, I will always do my best."

"I didn't duel Voldemort because I had this responsibility, it wasn't my responsibility."

He said lightly, "The reason why I duel with Voldemort is only because I have this ability, and his thoughts and actions have threatened my interests."

He looked at Dumbledore with indifferent eyes, "Everything I do is out of my own will, not forced by the outside world. I neither shirk my responsibility nor take the initiative to take the blame for not belonging to me. My responsibility, I am completely different from yours."

"Ugh......"

Dumbledore sighed, not knowing what to say.

"Stop talking about that. Come and try the cake I made. I added dark chocolate and honey. It's suitable for serving before going to bed."

Mrs. Weasley began to greet everyone for dessert to break the awkward atmosphere.

Everyone began to eat dessert again, and slowly gossip.

No one took the initiative to mention those things, and the atmosphere became happy again.

.....

The next afternoon, they visited Mr. Weasley again, this time with Mad-Eye and Lupin leading the way.

Since they were no longer worried about Mr. Weasley's safety, they were much more at ease on the road, and they were able to keep an eye on the novelties of the Muggle shops on the street from time to time.

They soon reached St Mungo's, with few vehicles on the way, except for a few wizards going to the hospital, quietly walking down the silent streets.