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Chapter 250 Your Choice

In the professor's office at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore, the elderly man well past seventy, gripped the Elder Wand tightly in his hand, staring at Gino with a wary expression, and asked seriously, "Who exactly are you!?"

"Splash splash~"

The shattered glass, destroyed by the magical collision, whistled as cold wind rushed in.

Under the night breeze, Gino's smile was amiable.

"who I am?"

"That's a good question."

The boy slowly stood up, and as his figure gradually straightened, the surrounding scenery seemed to become illusory, like a bleached curtain.

Dumbledore was surprised to find that the temperature in the room was starting to drop, and a strong sense of weightlessness made the old man feel dizzy.

He held his head, trying to say something.

He looked around and saw that Hogwarts was getting further and further away from him.

He then realized that the entire house, including himself, was suspended high in the air!

A cold wind blew into the room through the cracks in the wood, and Dumbledore, his teeth chattering, struggled to wave the Elder Wand to create the "Protective Armor" spell to protect himself.

"It's strange, isn't it?"

Compared to Dumbledore, whose white beard was flying wildly, Gino simply stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the continent beneath his feet.

"You ask who I am?"

The boy turned around again, and in the cool moonlight, he chuckled and said, "I am Gino Luther, the guardian of the town of Smallville."

"He is the leader of the Justice League and the ruler of a universe."

"They are conquerors and witnesses."

"Of course, there's no need for fancy, unrealistic rhetoric."

Gino gazed at Dumbledore, then floated slowly into the air under the old man's gaze, looking down at Dumbledore: "You can call me by simpler words."

"Gods."

"No, the so-called gods are just more powerful beings."

Facing the almost suffocating pressure from all around, Dumbledore slowly raised his head.

His withered, aged fingers gripped the old wand, hailed as the most powerful, tightly. Pointing the tip at Gino, he said, "I don't care what your purpose is, but I want you to leave this world!"

...

"Boom boom boom!"

Under the night sky, Hogwarts remained brightly lit.

But the various colored lights that kept shining in the night sky above everyone's heads caught the attention of many young wizards.

"What happened up there?"

"My God, was that lightning?"

Outside the castle hall, a large number of young wizards stood.

They all looked up at the night sky above.

Then, Professor McGonagall, her face solemn, strode over and cast a "loud voice" spell on herself with her wand: "Everyone, return to the Great Hall immediately! Prefects, take care of your students!"

Under Professor McGonagall's guidance, the previously chaotic students immediately sprang into action.

The young wizards were led back to the Great Hall, while the professors, with serious expressions, gathered outside the Great Hall for a heated discussion.

"Something's not right."

The diminutive Professor Flitwick waved his wand and cast a levitation spell on himself, hovering beside Professor McGonagall. He looked up at the strange, shimmering spectacle ten thousand meters above his head.

"We've looked for them all."

Snape, his face grim beneath his cloak, tossed his greasy hair and said, "I've asked the young wizards, and I've also been to the headmaster's office and Gino Luthor's room."

"According to the young wizards, Dumbledore went to Gino Luthor's office not long ago."

"Then it disappeared."

"I used a spell to forcefully break into Luther's room, only to find it empty."

Snape clenched his fist: "Most likely, something's happened."

Those seemingly innocuous words caused a huge uproar among the professors.

"Something happened? How could something have happened?"

Professor McGonagall was the first to retort. As the person who had spent the most time with Dumbledore, she knew exactly how powerful the old man was.

No one in the entire world is his match.

"But what if?" Snape shook his head, staring at the sky above with a complicated expression. "You all saw the magic Gino Luthor used this morning."

"Is that kind of magic similar to any known type?"

Snape sighed and said, "Gentlemen, prepare for the worst."

After all, from the very first moment he met Geno Luthor, Snape had assumed that this young man...

not simple.

...

"not simple."

He casually raised his right hand, creating a dazzling golden magic circle, and the violent magic crashed onto the circle, splashing out ripples.

"Did you know that my magical abilities are the same as Lucifer's in the Bible?"

While leisurely deflecting Dumbledore's various magical attacks, Gino chatted with the old man like a long-lost friend: "Lucifer Morning Star, God's most favored angel."

"But you've managed to survive for so long." Gino looked calmly at the old wizard kneeling on the ground, his right hand trembling. "To be honest, I acknowledge your strength."

"Huff, huff." He was panting heavily, struggling to regulate his breathing.

Dumbledore felt a burning pain throughout his body.

Every cell is groaning.

The dizziness caused by overdrafting magic is as nauseating and painful as a strong man drinking a bucket of vodka.

Even the arm holding the wand was trembling.

Dumbledore didn't know what to say.

The resentment in his eyes as he looked at the people of Gino was gone, replaced by shock and a hint of awe that he himself was unaware of.

The opponent is simply too strong.

It is as deep and vast as the unfathomable ocean.

The immense magical power, like a vast ocean, even gave Dumbledore the illusion that he was at odds with the entire world.

Facing such an enemy…

Can I really defeat him?

He spat out the blood from his mouth and asked:

"I want to know, what is your purpose in coming into this world?"

"For what?" Gino chuckled. "To find something, and incidentally, to conquer this world."

"But why, why conquer?"

"Like seashells on the beach, I collect them if I like them," Gino chuckled. "And I believe the world under my control will be far better than your original world."

"Now, Dumbledore, tell me your choice."

Gino walked toward the old man with his hands behind his back: "Will you help me take control of this world, or choose to be my enemy?"

Without much hesitation, he was met with a beam of magic shot from the tip of the wand.

"Snapped!"

Unsurprisingly, the spell that could destroy boulders and shatter soil failed to cause a ripple under the golden light screen.

"Okay, I regret your choice."

Gino snapped his fingers, and in the next instant, the raging lightning hidden beneath the night sky converged, flashing as if carrying the wrath of the entire world, concentrating the fury of heaven and earth on Dumbledore.

As Gino swung his right hand, a dazzling bolt of lightning seemed to illuminate the entire sky.

(End of this chapter)