Chapter 149

The man walked into the center of the crowd like a ghost. The rough lines on his face were full of disgust, and his greasy black hair was parted, revealing his forehead like old bark. He raised a wand in silence and pointed it at the old man. "Severus, please." The old man shook his head gently at him. A complex expression appeared on his wrinkled face. It seemed that he was begging the man opposite to stop, but it also seemed that he had other intentions. However, Severus, the man in the black robe, waved his wand without hesitation. "Avada Kedavra!" He chanted a spell. A blue magic suddenly shot towards the helpless old man. At this moment, everyone thought that the old man was going to die.

Because Avada Kedavra is the most vicious unforgivable curse.

So far, only two people have survived after being hit by this curse.

However, what everyone expected was that.

The curse was about to hit the old man in a flash.

A man in black slim armor suddenly appeared in front of the old man without any warning.

The man closed his eyes tightly, and his figure was as handsome as an ancient Greek sculpture that had just walked off the exhibition stand.

The blue death curse magic hit his chest directly, and then burst into light and dissipated in the air.

But the armored man seemed to have no discomfort.

The unforgivable curse that could claim his life hit him, as if it had become a warm breeze blowing on his face.

He even kept his eyes closed from beginning to end!

When he opened his eyes, it was suddenly like a flash of lightning piercing through the darkness of the observatory.

Everyone took a step back in unison, their hearts beating faster and faster for no apparent reason, as if they had just walked past the edge of death.

"Hey, are you Dumbledore?" The armored man saw the old man with white hair and beard, and his sharp eyes converged.

"I am indeed, sir, are you... okay?"

Dumbledore looked up and down at the person in front of him.

He was extremely sure that the Unforgivable Curse really didn't hurt the other person at all!

"Of course everything is fine, it's really you, Professor Dumbledore, I'm very happy to meet you, my name is Leon." Leon bowed slightly, he finally found the right place this time.

Dumbledore quickly returned the greeting.

Just a moment ago, he was still wondering if the mysterious and powerful person in front of him was sent by Voldemort.

But the other party was so friendly, he couldn't help but guess that this young man might be sent by the man in the tower of Nurmengard to help him.

"Aberforth Dumbledore, although I may not need to introduce myself."

He couldn't help but take a step forward and asked again, "Mr. Leon, are you really okay?"

Leon was a little surprised: "Why do you keep asking this?"

He lowered his head: "I understand, you mean my battle suit, don't mind, it's just a dress that can be changed at will."

With a thought, Superman's battle suit suddenly turned into a wizard robe dotted with stars.

"But I felt a cool breeze just now, is someone pouring water on me?"

The death curse just now didn't make Leon feel any discomfort, and he didn't even feel attacked.

In the process of traveling through the world, he would become drowsy like a vegetable.

At this time, a sudden death curse was like a cup of refreshing coffee for him.

Leon looked around and saw other people in the observatory.

There was a strange woman with smoky eyeshadow, and a middle-aged man like an old bat.

There is also a Harry Potter hidden under the floor of the observatory.

Dumbledore's wand also rolled to the side.

This scene seems familiar.

"Professor Dumbledore, it seems that you need some help?" Lyon remembered that this scene was the death of Dumbledore.

However, judging from the context of the story.

It seems that this death is not an accident.

It is the choice and arrangement of the old bee himself.

"Ah no, actually everything is fine here. Please let me talk to them alone, Mr. Lyon." Dumbledore wanted to let Snape continue to kill him.

Lyon looked at Dumbledore deeply.

How come whether it was Ancient One or Dumbledore.

When he met these masters of magic, they were all busy dying?

This made Lyon have the illusion that he was good at defeating magic masters.

"As you wish." Leon made way. "I just have to go pick up a few companions. See you later, Professor Dumbledore."

"Of course, see you later." Dumbledore

Duo nodded subconsciously.

Then the next second, Leon disappeared silently.

Everyone present, whether it was a Death Eater or a white wizard, was stunned.

"He, he didn't seem to use Apparition?" Malfoy, who had long platinum hair, trembled.

Snape held the wand and lost his mind.

Before others reacted.

He cast a look at Dumbledore: Are you still dead now?

Dumbledore nodded gently: Hurry up!

"No, Francis, please." Dumbledore thought for a while and said the first line again.

Snape had a blank expression on his face, his eyes were like a demon who had been resentful for a thousand years, and he waved his wand again.

But this time he changed his trick.

"God's Edge Without Shadow!"

Dumbledore was hit by magic, and scars from swords and slashes appeared on his face and chest.

Blood flowed from his body.

He trembled all over, staggered back, and fell down with his weak palms on the parapet.

The Death Eaters subconsciously chased him out and looked down from the parapet.

Dumbledore, whose hair and beard were stained with blood, fell in the wind like a rag.

The dark clouds in the sky were reflected in his eyes, and he fell heavily to the ground.

More blood flowed out, dyeing the soil under the light-colored wizard robe red.

Dumbledore died, and his eyes remained open after he died, as if he was looking at the billions of stars behind the dark clouds.

"No! Professor!"

Harry Potter, who had been hiding under the astronomical instrument, was filled with anger and chased after the Death Eaters who left.

...

Lyon returned to Kamar-Taj again.

"Look who's back, Clark, did you find the target world this time?"

Tony and Wang were talking about Odin's one eye, and when they saw Leon coming back, they walked to his side together.

"Found it, this long-winded Bruce, are you sure you are ready? We can set off now." Leon said.

Banner was stunned: "Ah? I didn't say anything?"

Tony patted his shoulder: "Leon is talking about Bruce Wayne."

"Superman and Batman? My God, you brothers actually have your own exclusive nicknames." Banner raised his eyebrows high.

"What nicknames, those are nicknames given by Tony," Leon said, "Wang and Mordo are ready, what about you two?"

When Leon returned this time, he deliberately left an hour, enough time for Tony to handle everything.

Banner was carrying a backpack: "I'm ready too... In fact, I only had one pair of pants left after I arrived in New York. Thanks to Tony, he bought me daily necessities when he went back."

Because he was arrested and returned to New York, Banner was penniless at this time.

Even because of turning into the Hulk.

Even his remaining pants were torn.

But the lack of material things did not make Banner feel ashamed.

Instead, he was very comfortable and calm now.

Standing next to Superman and these wizards, the Hulk that had troubled him for years was suddenly no longer a problem.

Banner felt that even when he was in his mother's belly, he probably didn't feel as safe as he does now.