Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a superhero

Chapter 76: Let Me Fight the Latitude Demon, Really? (Please Order First!)

Dumbledore's eyes were gentle. He raised his right hand slightly, palm facing down, and gently waved it twice, signaling Professor McGonagall to calm down.
"Minerva, that depends on your definition of the Dark Arts.

In my opinion, only magic that can corrupt the soul of the caster and gradually fall into darkness is black magic, while magic that simply has powerful attack power is not black magic.

Although Disintegration has powerful offensive power, it will not corrupt people, so to me, it is not black magic."

Dumbledore was not as gentle as he is now when he was young. He was gifted and ambitious. He dreamed of using magic to rule the world and let wizards no longer hide themselves but become the masters of the world.

If he had not come to his senses later, wizards would have ruled over Muggles long ago.

Even now, his views on the Dark Arts are different from those of other wizards.

His past experiences made him deeply understand that only magic that can corrupt the wizard's mind is black magic, and other magic is just a wizard's tool!

Decades have passed, and in this long time, perhaps most wizards have forgotten that Dumbledore, the legendary figure respected as the "White Lord", is still the "Lord" after all, even though he is named "White"!

As Dumbledore's close friend for many years, Professor McGonagall knew all about his experiences and his past deeds and changes in his mind.

Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but sigh softly. In the end, she didn't raise any objections. She just said softly, "Forget it. I'll leave Potter's affairs to you. After all, you are the headmaster."

Professor McGonagall turned and left the Headmaster's office.

Only two people were left in the principal's office.

One is a legend from decades ago, and the other is a contemporary legend.

The two legends stared at each other, and it was Dumbledore who spoke first.

Dumbledore had a gentle gaze and exuded the majesty that only an elder could have, yet he was also as kind as a friend, making people feel at ease.

He raised his hand slightly, pointed to the chair in front of him, and said softly: "Sit down, Harry, we need to have a good talk about the disintegration technique."

After Harry sat down safely, Dumbledore smiled kindly, his eyes fell on him gently, and he spoke slowly:
"Don't worry about the Disintegration spell. After all, it's a spell you created yourself, and you used it to help your classmates. I'll help you shoulder the pressure from the Ministry of Magic."

Harry felt warm in his heart. He could feel that Dumbledore's concern was just like that of the Sorcerer Supreme. It came from the heart and was not hypocritical. "Thank you, Professor."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts. It is my duty to protect you. However, unless it is an important moment, try not to use the Disintegration Curse in front of others. It is too similar to the Killing Curse and may cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

"Yes, Professor." Harry nodded obediently.

He thought about it and realized that Dumbledore, as the modern White Lord who had defeated Grindelwald, was undoubtedly a good man.

However, although he is a good person, the collision of ideas is not simply good and evil. When he reforms the wizarding world in the future, Dumbledore may stand against him.

He was not willing to go up against a powerful and kind White Lord.

So he organized his words and prepared to give a preemptive shot: "Professor Dumbledore, the reason I invented the Disintegration Spell was not only to restore the magic that killed my parents, but also to fight against the Dimensional Demon."

"Dimensional Demon?" Dumbledore asked doubtfully.

"As you know, I possess a unique wizard bloodline that allows me to cast a lot of powerful bloodline magic. In fact, in addition to these bloodline magics, information about the dimensional demon has been constantly emerging in my mind." Harry pretended to be troubled.

A look of curiosity appeared on Dumbledore's face. He had never heard of the new word "Dimension Demon". Judging from the name, the Dimension Demon was not a good thing.

He gestured for Harry to continue.

Harry said with a heavy face, "The Dimensional Demons are powerful beings that transcend dimensions. They do not belong to the three-dimensional space familiar to humans, and even transcend the constraints of the time dimension. They inhabit the mysterious realms of higher dimensions.

Some of these dimensional demons are indifferent to humans, some are quite friendly to humans, but some are malicious towards humans.

"Just one malicious dimensional demon is enough to completely destroy our world, so I want to create more powerful magic to fight against the dimensional demon!" Hearing Harry's words, Dumbledore became completely serious. If an ordinary wizard said this to him, he would definitely not believe it.

But Harry is different. He is the savior chosen by fate. He is extremely talented, even surpassing Dumbledore himself when he was young.

Dumbledore asked, "So that's why you've been going to the Restricted Section, searching for ancient magic?"

Harry was not surprised that Dumbledore knew that he had borrowed books from the restricted section, and he confirmed, "Yes, that's it."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then suggested, "This is an important matter. If possible, I would like you to extract some of your memories and place them in the Pensieve."

Harry naturally wouldn't refuse. He had faced Dormammu, the Lord of Hell, and other dimensional demons under the protection of the Supreme Sorcerer.

These memories are enough to prove the truth of his words.

So he selected some scenes of the Supreme Master fighting against the dimensional demon, preparing to give Dumbledore a little more "surprise".

Harry looked focused as he slowly pulled out his wand and tapped it lightly on his temple.

In an instant, a dreamy glowing ribbon was drawn out of his mind and placed into the Pensieve that Dumbledore had taken out.

Seeing this, Dumbledore smiled and said to Harry, "Wait a moment, Mr. Potter, I won't keep you waiting too long!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned over and slowly immersed his head in the liquid in the Pensieve.

The liquid in the basin seemed to be given life and began to roll violently.

Dumbledore's consciousness also deepened, and he immersed himself in the memory scene that Harry had retrieved.

As Dumbledore regained consciousness, he felt his entire body enveloped in thick darkness, as if he were in the chaotic void before the birth of the universe.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, without a sound, only endless darkness spreading in all directions with no end in sight.

He just raised his eyes, trying to look at this strange and weird space, and suddenly, endless dazzling magical light burst out in front of him.

The light was so strong that he subconsciously squinted his eyes. After he adjusted himself, he could see the scene clearly.

A bald woman with a kind temperament was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by complex and mysterious magic circles.

Opposite her was a distorted face that was larger than a towering mountain, with dislocated features and strange flames burning in its eyes. It exuded a chilling aura, mixed with malice from the deepest part of the universe.

Before Dumbledore could come to his senses, the two men had already started fighting.

The powerful magical fluctuations were like a raging tsunami, sweeping in wave after wave.

Every collision of magic was accompanied by a deafening roar, the sound seemed to be able to tear apart the space.

Suddenly, a beam of magic light whizzed past and hit a dilapidated planet floating in the void.

In an instant, the planet shattered like fragile glass, turning into countless dust particles that drifted across the universe.

With Dumbledore's knowledge, he was of course aware of the concept of planets. After watching the scene before him, even though he knew he was not at the battle site, he was still terrified, and his heart, which had been silent for many years, began to beat violently uncontrollably.

By this time, he had completely believed everything Harry had said before about the dimensional demon.

But then, a new question that he found both absurd and shocking surged into his mind like a surging tide, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart:
"Let me fight the dimensional demon? Really?"

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