Chapter 149 The Death of Dumbledore

The man walked into the crowd like a ghost

The rough lines on his face were filled with disgust, and his greasy black hair was parted from it, revealing a forehead like old tree bark.

He raised a wand in the silence and pointed it at the old man.

"Severus, please."

The old man shook his head slightly at him.

There was a complicated expression on his wrinkled face.

He seemed to be begging the man opposite him to stop, but also seemed to have other intentions.

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

"Avada Kedavra!" He chanted a magic spell.

A green magic suddenly shot towards the helpless old man.

Everyone thought at this moment that the old man was definitely going to die.

Because Avada Kedavra is the most vicious Unforgivable Curse.

There are only two people who have survived after being hit by this curse.

However, it was beyond everyone's expectation.

Seeing that the magic spell was about to hit the old man in the blink of an eye.

A man wearing a black slim-fitting 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 the ancient Greek sculpture that just stepped off the booth.

I saw the blue death curse magic hitting his chest, and then bursting with light and dissipating in the air.

But the armored man didn't seem to feel any discomfort.

The unforgivable curse that could kill him felt like a warm breeze blowing on his face.

He even had his eyes closed the whole time!

When he opened his eyes, a bolt of lightning suddenly penetrated the darkness on the observatory.

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

"Hey, are you Dumbledore?" The armored man's sharp eyes narrowed when he saw the old man with white hair and white beard.

"I am indeed, sir, may I ask you... 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 a single hair on the opponent's body!

"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 and saluted. He finally found the right place this time.

Dumbledore quickly returned the salute.

At that moment, he was still wondering whether the mysterious and powerful person in front of him might have been sent by Voldemort.

But the other party was so friendly, and he couldn't help but guess that this young man might have been sent by the man from the Nurmengard Tower to help him.

"Aberforth Dumbledore, although I probably don't need to introduce myself."

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

Leon was a little strange: "Why do you keep asking that?"

He lowered his head and said: "I understand, you are talking about my battle suit. Don't worry, this is just a piece of clothing that can be changed at will."

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

"But I felt a bit of coolness 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 like he was being attacked.

As he travels across the world, he becomes as groggy as a vegetative state.

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

Leon looked around and saw other people on the observatory.

There was a strange woman wearing smoky eyeshadow, and there was a middle-aged man who looked like an old bat.

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

Dumbledore's wand rolled aside.

This scene seems familiar.

"Professor Dumbledore, it looks like you need some help?" Leon remembered this scene as Dumbledore's death.

But judging from the context of the story.

It seems this death was no accident.

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

"Ah no, actually everything is fine here. Please let me have a few words with them alone, Mr. Lyon." Dumbledore wanted to quickly let Snape continue to kill him.

Leon looked deeply at Dumbledore.

Either the Ancient One or Dumbledore.

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

This made Leon couldn't help but have the illusion that he was a master of magic.

"As you wish." Leon stepped aside, "I just have to pick up a few companions. I'll see you later, Professor Dumbledore."

"Of course, see you later." Dumbledore nodded subconsciously.

Then the next second, Leon disappeared from the spot silently.

Everyone present, whether they were Death Eaters or White Wizards, couldn't help but be stunned.

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

Snape couldn't help but be distracted as he held the wand.

Before anyone else can react.

He glanced at Dumbledore: Are you still dead now?

Dumbledore nodded slightly: Do it quickly!

"No, Francis, please." Dumbledore thought for a moment and then said the first line.

Snape's face was expressionless, his eyes were like those of an evil spirit that had been resentful for thousands of 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 scars from the sword immediately appeared on his face and chest.

Blood gurgled down from his body.

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

The Death Eaters subconsciously chased him out and looked down at the crenel.

Dumbledore, whose beard and hair were stained red with blood, was hanging down in the wind like a rag.

The dark clouds in the sky reflected in his eyes fell heavily to the ground.

More blood flowed out, dyeing the soil under the light 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, filled his chest with anger and chased after the Death Eaters who left.

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Lyon returns to Kamal Taj again.

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

Tony and Wang Zheng talked about Odin's one eye, and when they saw Leon coming back, they walked to him together.

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

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

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

"Superman and Batman? Oh my god, you brothers actually have your own nicknames." Banner raised his eyebrows high.

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

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

Banner was holding a backpack: "I'm ready too... In fact, I only had one pair of pants left after arriving 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 becoming the Hulk.

Even his remaining trousers were in tatters.

But material scarcity does not make Banner feel ashamed.

He is now very comfortable and calm.

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 belly, he probably didn't feel as safe as he does now.