Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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The group didn't doubt George's explanation too much. To them, dark wizards were inherently reckless and unhinged, capable of any bizarre behavior.

Only Hermione looked at George thoughtfully because she had personally witnessed his magical prowess in Paris.

"George, I heard you received a Medal of Valor from the French Ministry of Magic?"

On the way out of Knockturn Alley, Ginny asked with sparkling eyes.

The others immediately perked up and gathered around, intrigued. They had read about it in the Daily Prophet, and Hermione had mentioned it earlier that morning.

They were eager to hear how George managed to defeat the infamous dark wizard who was internationally wanted.

"Just luck, pure luck. Most of the credit goes to the Aurors over there. I only offered a little insignificant help," George said modestly, waving his hand.

"I heard from Hermione that you took down several dark wizards on your own and even saved her," Ginny said, clearly unconvinced by George's humility, prompting the others to press for more details.

Left with no choice, George roughly recounted the battle, including what spells he used and when, how he dodged attacks, and his counterattacks.

Harry and the others listened in stunned silence.

Their understanding of magical dueling was still at a beginner's level—a simple back-and-forth exchange of spells. They lacked any real combat experience.

As they chatted and walked, they soon left the dark and shadowy Knockturn Alley and returned to the bustling Diagon Alley.

"Let's buy books first!"

Books were the one thing everyone needed. Unlike cauldrons, which could last for years unless damaged, textbooks had to be purchased each year.

When they arrived at Flourish and Blotts, they were surprised to find several bookshelves missing, replaced by a large iron cage containing over a hundred peculiar magical books.

The books seemed alive, clawing and biting at each other inside the cage. The sight was oddly entertaining.

"That's The Monster Book of Monsters, the textbook for Care of Magical Creatures!" Ron exclaimed after checking his booklist.

Care of Magical Creatures was a third-year subject, so George didn't need the book yet as a second-year student. However, he was always interested in magical creatures and decided to buy a copy to read in his spare time.

For George, learning about magical creatures was no longer about making money; it was about studying the innate magic they possessed.

The principles of magic were interconnected. Many of the wizarding world's magical inventions had been inspired by magical creatures, and new spells often drew insights from their natural abilities.

Studying magical creatures not only helped with learning but also fueled innovation in magic.

For instance, if George could master the Zou Wu's ability to bypass spatial restrictions, he wouldn't have to worry about being trapped by spatial wizards, unable to Apparate.

"What? You want four copies of The Monster Book of Monsters?"

The shop assistant's face fell when George and his friends placed their order, looking as if he might crumble under the weight of despair.

"I'm never ordering these books again—never! They're nothing but trouble!

The last time we stocked The Invisible Book of Invisibility, we bought two hundred copies, spent a fortune, and couldn't even find a trace of them afterward!

I thought it couldn't get worse, but this...

Next time, I'm done with this nonsense!"

Muttering complaints under his breath, the shop assistant donned thick gloves, grabbed a stick covered in bite marks, and reluctantly approached the iron cage.

"Ugh, damn it! I should've used a dark wizard's Fiendfyre Curse to burn you all to ashes!"

The poor assistant had barely extended the stick into the cage when one of the monster books bit down on it and yanked it away. At the same time, several other books latched onto his gloved hand, refusing to let go no matter how hard he struggled.

"I'll handle this myself," George said, shaking his head as he stepped forward.

Whoever designed these magical books clearly hadn't considered the potential risks. Didn't they worry about these monster books accidentally injuring young wizards?

However, after giving it some thought, George figured it made sense. After all, young wizards were notoriously resilient. Even if they lost an arm or a leg, it could be reattached. Compared to that, getting bitten by a monster book seemed like a minor inconvenience.

"Be careful! These books are vicious!"

The shop assistant's gloves were completely shredded, and he ended up sitting on the floor with a thud.

When he saw George reaching his hand into the cage, he hurriedly shouted a warning. But before the words fully left his mouth, George had already snatched one of the monster books with lightning speed. He quickly grabbed a rope and tied it up securely.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth.

The entire process was unbelievably smooth, as if the monster books weren't even resisting.

The shop assistant, along with Harry and the others, watched in stunned silence.

It wasn't surprising, though. With George's physical abilities, those monster books didn't stand a chance of biting him. Once caught, they had no hope of escaping his immense strength.

"George, do me a favor—how about an 80% discount on all your books today?"

Seeing George and the others about to leave with their purchases, the shop assistant grabbed George's arm with a pleading look in his eyes.

Please... You... Save me...

He didn't want to deal with the monster books anymore. Although the bites weren't life-threatening, they hurt—a lot.

He vividly remembered an incident yesterday when, while handling the books, one of them bit him in a particularly sensitive area. The pain had been so unbearable he thought he might die on the spot.

"Of course, no problem. We're old friends," George said with a nod, readily agreeing to the shop assistant's request. To him, it was a trivial matter.

Walking back to the cage, George decided to increase his efficiency. Instead of reaching in, he opened the cage and stepped inside.

The moment the monster books realized someone had entered, they all surged toward him.

But George's hands moved so fast they left behind faint afterimages, as if he had transformed into a Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara. One by one, he subdued the monster books, tied them securely with ropes, and stacked them neatly to the side.

In just thirty seconds, George had tamed over a hundred monster books.

"Why is he always this amazing?" Ron couldn't help but exclaim.

To him, George seemed to have no flaws. In every aspect, George was exceptional.

"I wish I could be that amazing," Harry said, a hint of envy flickering in his eyes.

Although he was the Boy Who Lived and the famous Harry Potter, he felt that aside from his talent for Quidditch, he was rather average in other areas.

"That's because he works hard. If you two spent half the time you waste playing on studying, you wouldn't have to copy my summer homework," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.

The two of them always fooled around, spending less than a tenth of the time George devoted to studying.

During her time in Paris, Hermione often visited George and knew that even during the summer, in the vibrant city of Paris, George never slacked off.

Practically every hour of the day—aside from eating, sleeping, and basic necessities—was spent studying and practicing magic.

Even Hermione couldn't help but admire him for that.

Talented people weren't scary. What was truly terrifying were those who were both immensely talented and far more hardworking than anyone else.

Because no matter how hard you tried, you could never catch up to them.

(End of Chapter)