American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

"...You're just a Mudblood. Remember your place." Crabbe looked at Rune with an arrogant gaze, his wand poised to strike, as were several others. As a lackey, Crabbe was fairly competent.

There were some Slytherins watching the spectacle, their faces full of schadenfreude, perhaps because watching others suffer made them happy.

Rune calmly looked at Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco and the others behind them, including Edward.

The Slytherin common room floor turned into a swamp. The Slytherins, enraged by Rune's defiance, unleashed a barrage of curses upon him. But Rune paid them no heed; the power of these spells was utterly ineffective against the armor charm that had somehow been placed upon him.

"Silent spellcasting, or perhaps the Ironclad Charm!" They were Slytherins, after all, most of them pure-blooded and well-educated. However, this did not give them an advantage, because their clothes had transformed into snakes, tightly coiling around their necks, making their steps falter, requiring them to pull their feet out of the soft, wet earth before moving. They screamed.

The fifth-year prefect tried to intervene, but Rune glared at him, and the prefect instinctively took a step back. However, realizing he was actually afraid of a third-year student, his fear turned to anger, and he shouted, "All of you…!"

The next second, his wand flew out—a Disarming Charm. Even the Disarming Charm could be cast silently? The prefect's eyes widened. Many graduates might not even be able to master the Disarming Charm, and this student, a mere third-year student, was different? Look at that Transfiguration, look at that fluency in the spell—he felt like he'd wasted the last few years of his life learning.

Little did he know that Rune could practice not only at Hogwarts, but also in Gotham. Moreover, during Hogwarts holidays, his Dream of the Yellow Millet talent would transport him to a space similar to the Room of Requirement, allowing Rune to quickly master his spells and transfiguration.

"Upside-down bell." With Rune's spell, the prefect was suspended upside down in the air.

Damn it, this is incredibly embarrassing.

"You can stay here then." Rune looked coldly at the prefect. He was being surrounded by others while the prefect watched, and now that he had the upper hand, the prefect was coming to mediate? Did the prefect really think he had no temper?

Meanwhile, the Slytherins who had been watching the spectacle were already terrified.

"What are you standing there for?" Rune said calmly. "Go call the professor."

Upon hearing this, the Slytherins ran off without stopping.

Snape arrived shortly after. His expression darkened further as he looked at the twenty-odd second-year students hanging upside down and the fifth-year prefects.

"...Slytherin lose five points, and everyone here will be sentenced to a month of detention." Snape, burning with rage, grabbed Rune's hand. "Come with me to see Dumbledore."

Seeing Dumbledore? Rune was dumbfounded. Was it that serious?

Principal's Office.

"Oh, Snape, could you give me and this child some privacy?" Dumbledore asked with a smile. Although it was a question, his tone sounded more like a statement.

"Of course!" Snape glared at Rune. "Remember to take detention."

"Your headmaster has always had a bit of a temper, don't take it too seriously." Dumbledore pulled a bunch of cockroaches out from under the table; these things could even move. "Want some?"

"Thank you." Rune took it and took a bite. It was essentially milk chocolate coated with hazelnut spread, a classic combination—except for its appearance, it was too bold.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Few people can appreciate the deliciousness of a pile of cockroaches, but I quite like it."

"Me too," Rune replied.

"Thank goodness, I thought you were the kind of person..." Dumbledore stroked his beard, "the kind who's always immersed in the mysteries of magic, forgetting the beauty of life. I've seen plenty of those; they're all lost in knowledge whose boundaries can never be reached..."

"No, uh..." Rune was a little uneasy; he knew what Dumbledore was worried about.

There have been two Dark Lords in the wizarding world, both connected to Dumbledore. Grindelwald was his former lover, and Voldemort was a student he failed to teach. If Dumbledore wanted, he could directly extract his own memories. The reason Dumbledore doesn't do that now is entirely because he still has a bottom line. Just like the bottom lines that Batman and the Flash set for themselves, crossing them often leads to extremely terrible consequences.

To dispel Dumbledore's anxieties, Rune needed to come up with a plausible reason. So he continued, "I just... I seem to see a terrible man, who will be reborn from the blood of his enemies, the bones of his father, and the flesh of his servants..."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then asked, "What else did you see?"

"I saw your death, Headmaster." Rune spoke with increasing ease, a sudden thought surfacing in his mind: he needed a safe environment to learn these past few years, so let Dumbledore live. He was the greatest wizard in all of Hogwarts; with him there, even if Voldemort were to rise again, Hogwarts could be completely protected.

"I saw you put on a ring and be cursed. I saw you drink the black liquid and be tormented. I saw you fall from the top of a tall building, with Professor Snape and several other familiar faces watching from above."

"Draco Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked.

Rune nodded. It wasn't hard to guess, but he didn't choose to reveal that the ring was the Resurrection Stone. Dumbledore's greatest desire in life was family: his father was imprisoned in Azkaban for murdering Muggles, his sister was tortured and turned into an Obscurial, killing their mother and ultimately dying in the conflict between Dumbledore's brothers and Grindelwald. This was Dumbledore's lifelong regret. So, upon seeing the Resurrection Stone, even knowing Voldemort might have set a trap, he still wore it.

Dumbledore fell into an unusual silence. But Rune was not yet finished speaking.

"I saw Ron's rat turn into a human and be chased by Sirius. I saw Professor Lupin turn into a werewolf, thus allowing that illegal Animagus to escape. I saw Harry Potter surrounded by Dementors, and another version of him summoned a deer to save himself."

Dumbledore stood up, inspired by the runes, and suddenly realized something.

"Come with me. With me here, nothing can hurt you," he said with a smile, as if he hadn't heard the news of his own death.

After Dumbledore and Rune left, the headmasters on the wall immediately erupted in a commotion.

"This is not divination!" a male wizard shouted.

"If he were in our time, perhaps we wouldn't..." another wizard murmured with emotion.

"I must make him find a good wife for my great-grandson!" This statement stopped all the headmasters in their discussion, and everyone turned their attention to the most unpopular headmaster in Hogwarts history.

"What? Maintaining the purity of bloodlines is a wizard's duty!" Phineas Nigellus Black exclaimed. He had also understood something from Rune's prophecy and was overjoyed.