Marvel's Omniversal Magic Sovereign

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George naturally heard the footsteps as well. After a moment of hesitation, he walked directly to the rooftop entrance, reached out, closed the iron door, and began casting a spell at the handle:

"Fermaportus!"

The Transfiguration spell activated, and a fist-sized lock successfully formed, securely locking the iron door.

He wasn't afraid of the ordinary people below, but killing too many would inevitably leave traces.

"Let's go."

After locking the iron door to temporarily seal off the rooftop and block the subordinates trying to come up, George cast a Levitation Charm on Leon.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Leon watched as George's hands continuously made strange gestures, then pointed at him. His body actually floated up like a balloon, and his heart was filled with immense shock.

This was the first time he had experienced such a miraculous thing, and his awe for George deepened.

Reaching out to grasp Leon's floating shoulder, George leaped from the sixth-floor rooftop, simultaneously activating his ability, and landed steadily in the dark alley below.

The Levitation Charm was one of the basic first-year spells, and it was also a spell he had focused on learning and researching during this period.

Although he couldn't make himself fly, he could, in conjunction with his magnetic power, move larger objects. In combat, it was also a decent control skill, especially against types like X-24.

A Levitation Charm to reduce X-24's weight, and then magnetic force could manipulate him like a toy.

"Do you need any more help from me?"

"You've already helped enough. I can handle the rest myself."

Leon gritted his teeth and replied.

Cheever was dead. With his prestige and influence, if he wanted to, transforming the Cheever family into the Leon family would not be difficult.

As for Cheever's son, he was just a useless wastrel who only knew how to eat, drink, and be merry.

Mainly, he didn't want to owe this mysterious person any more favors, because he knew that all debts had to be repaid, and he still didn't know what the other party wanted him to do.

"Then take care of the Cheever family as soon as possible. Don't look for me; I'll come to you when I need you."

George nodded, then slowly ascended, disappearing into the night sky.

He had already helped so much. If Leon still died, then such a useless person wouldn't be suitable to be his proxy.

On the other side, the Harry Potter world clone also welcomed an opportunity to draw closer to Snape: the first flying lesson after Charms class on Thursday afternoon of the second week.

Snape, as the second most powerful wizard in the school after Dumbledore, had created the Sectumsempra spell, which was akin to the magical version of the Six-Meridian Divine Swords.

Once struck by Sectumsempra, because it carried the nature of a Dark Arts curse, it could not be healed by normal healing magic.

He felt that Snape was the professor he most needed to get on good terms with, especially since he was in Slytherin House.

So, besides earning House points for Slytherin in daily classes to win the House Cup, helping the Slytherin Quidditch team win was also one of his goals.

Quidditch, as the wizards' most beloved and enthusiastic sport, could also help him raise his prestige among the students.

The only drawback might be that it would waste his time studying spells.

But after thinking about it carefully, he didn't think it was a waste. Practicing flying on a broomstick would allow him to better adapt to flying in the future, and flying was a skill he absolutely had to master.

Apparition was good, but it could be interfered with by magic like Anti-Apparition. In special circumstances, flying was actually more convenient.

As for why he was so confident in his Quidditch skills?

He had never touched a broomstick before, so he wasn't sure if this body had talent in that area.

But it didn't matter. His physical strength already had a certain advantage. More importantly, he had a trump card he had prepared long ago.

First-year Slytherin's flying lesson was taken together with Gryffindor.

At 3:30 PM, the young wizards from both Houses had already gathered on the lawn outside the castle.

Among them, the children from wizarding families were excitedly talking about their thrilling experiences riding broomsticks.

Most of these were clearly self-aggrandizing anecdotes: competing with eagles in speed, flying across the sea to France, nearly crashing into Muggle airplanes, and so on.

"George, I might not be as good as you in other subjects, but I won't let you get any more points in flying class!"

At this moment, Ginny, with Colin, walked up to George, patting her chest with a confident look.

George smiled and said:

"I haven't ridden a broomstick before either, so I probably won't get any points."

Regarding broomsticks, Ginny definitely had a talent no less than Harry's. Moreover, when Ginny was six, she had secretly snuck into the family's broom shed and ridden her brothers' broomsticks without ever being discovered.

However, this time, Ginny would probably be disappointed again.

"Alright, children, now stand in two lines. I will hand out your broomsticks."

At this moment, Madam Hooch, the flying instructor, walked over, dragging over two dozen worn-out broomsticks.

"So shabby!"

Receiving his own broomstick, George couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, seeing some branches sticking out haphazardly.

These broomsticks probably dated back to the Cleansweep series from decades ago; their speed and performance were far inferior to today's Nimbus series.

"First, place your brooms on the ground, then learn the incantation to control them from me.

Remember, the key is your belief. Don't be afraid. The less confident you are, the less they will respond to you."

Madam Hooch spent half an hour guiding the young wizards on how to correctly use the broomstick incantation and techniques, then moved on to the practical stage.

"Now, extend your right hand, place it above the broom handle, and begin the incantation."

The young wizards followed her instructions.

Those who had experience with broomsticks immediately had their brooms fly into their hands.

However, the young wizards who were seeing broomsticks for the first time were in all sorts of trouble. Some broomsticks rolled on the ground and refused to get up, while others wobbled into the air only to fall back down.

Even more, some simply lay there motionless, clearly not even getting the incantation right.

"Doesn't seem too difficult."

George extended his hand, and the broomstick instantly appeared in his grasp, which surprised even himself.

He guessed that it wasn't because this body inherently possessed great talent, but rather that his psychic abilities greatly enhanced his mental strength, giving him an advantage in this area.

In fact, it wasn't just with broomsticks; his powerful psychic abilities also made him very efficient when learning other magic.

Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder how terrifying Professor X's magic learning efficiency would be if he had wizarding blood, given that his Level 2 psychic abilities already provided such a good boost.

Then again, if it were Jean Grey with the Phoenix Force, it might not even be necessary, as her Phoenix Force was already one of the most terrifying powers.

"Alright, next, we'll try to fly.

When I blow my whistle, you push off with both legs, leaving the ground. Push hard."

Seeing that everyone had managed to grasp their broomsticks after a few attempts, Madam Hooch moved on to the final stage of the lesson.

At this moment, George also manipulated a hair-thin wire to slide out of his sleeve and wrap around the broomstick.

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