Chapter 149 Death of Dumbledore

That man walked into the crowd like a ghost

The rough lines of his face were filled with disgust, and his greasy black hair was parted in the middle, revealing a forehead that looked like old bark.

In silence he raised a wand and pointed it at the old man.

"Severus, please."

The old man shook his head slightly at him.

A complex expression appeared on his wrinkled face.

It seemed as if she was begging the man opposite to stop, but it also seemed as if she was hinting at something else.

However, the man in the black robe, Severus, waved his wand without hesitation.

"Avada Kedavra!" he uttered a spell.

A beam of green magic suddenly shot towards the helpless old man.

At this moment, everyone thought that the old man was definitely going to die.

Because Avada Kedavra is the most vicious unforgivable curse.

So far, there are only two people who have survived being hit by this curse.

However, it was beyond everyone's expectations.

In a flash, the curse was about to hit the old man.

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

The man had his eyes closed, and his figure was as handsome as an ancient Greek sculpture that had just walked off a booth.

The green killing curse magic hit his chest directly, then burst into light and dissipated into the air.

But the man in armor didn't seem to have any discomfort.

The unforgivable curse that could take his life hit him like a gust of warm wind on his face.

He even kept his eyes closed the whole time!

When he opened his eyes, suddenly a flash of lightning pierced 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 through the brink of death.

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

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

Dumbledore looked the man in front of him up and down.

He was absolutely certain 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 hastily returned the salute.

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

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

"Albus Dumbledore, although I probably don't 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 and said, "I see. You mean my battle suit. Don't mind it. It's just a piece of clothing that can be changed at will."

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

"But I did feel a bit of coolness just now. Was someone pouring water on me?"

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

As he travels through the world, he becomes groggy and vegetative.

At this moment, a sudden death curse was like a cup of refreshing coffee to him.

Leon looked around and saw the other people in the observatory.

There are weird women with smoky eyeshadow and middle-aged men who look like old bats.

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, you look like you need some help?" Leon remembered that the scene was the death of Dumbledore.

But from the context of the story.

It seems that this death was not an accident.

It was the old bee's own choice and arrangement.

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

Leon looked at Dumbledore deeply.

No matter whether it is Ancient One or Dumbledore.

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

This made Leon feel that he was a natural counter to 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 nodded subconsciously.

Then the next second, Leon disappeared silently.

Everyone present, whether Death Eaters or White Wizards, were stunned.

"He, he didn't seem to be using Apparition?" Malfoy, who had long platinum hair, said with a trembling voice.

Snape, holding his wand, was also distracted.

Before anyone else could react.

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

Dumbledore nodded slightly: Hurry up!

"No, Severus, please." Dumbledore thought for a moment and said the same words again.

Snape had a blank expression on his face, his eyes like a demon that had been holding a grudge for a thousand years, and he waved his wand again.

But this time he changed his tactics.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

Dumbledore was hit by magic, and sword scars immediately appeared on his face and chest.

Blood gushed out of his body.

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

The Death Eaters subconsciously chased after him and looked down from the battlements.

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

The dark clouds in the sky were reflected in his eyes, falling heavily to the ground.

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

Dumbledore died, and his eyes remained open even 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 were leaving.

……

Leon returns 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 over to him.

"Found it, this talkative Bruce, are you sure you are ready? We can set off now." Lyon said.

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

Tony patted him on the shoulder: "Leon is talking about Bruce Wayne."

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

"What nickname? That's a nickname given by Tony," Leon said, "Wang and Mordo are ready, what about you two?"

This time when Leon returned, he deliberately left an hour, which was 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 when I arrived in New York. Thanks to Tony, he bought me some daily necessities on his way back."

Because he was arrested and brought back to New York, Banner was penniless at the time.

Even because of turning into Hulk.

Even the only pants he had left were in tatters.

But material scarcity does not make Banner feel ashamed.

Instead, he feels very comfortable and calm now.

Standing next to Superman and these mages, the Hulk that had troubled him for years suddenly wasn't a problem anymore.

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