Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

Since the end of the Quidditch pitch, Hogwarts House was full of excitement on Saturday.

At the same time, details about that lesson were widely circulated.

Able to fight freely?

And don’t have to worry about getting hurt?

To be honest, more and more young wizards are looking forward to taking Professor Luther's classes.

Why many young wizards are unwilling to learn because they cannot understand the importance of learning spells.

But the new teaching method brought by Jino was a revelation to the little wizards.

When you are beaten by your opponent with a magic spell, you will hate the bastard who didn't study magic seriously.

Therefore, after completing this class, the little wizards all experienced strange changes.

More and more young wizards were heading towards the library and Charms Professor Flitwick's office.

Everyone is eager to learn more magic spells to defeat their opponents, and their transformation also amazed the professors.

But what's even more outrageous is that a young wizard came to ask Snape for advice on how to refine a potion that would make enemies smell it. Naturally, Snape scolded him severely and deducted college points.

But at the same time, this class also made the relationship between many young wizards who were not dealing with each other even worse.

Filch, who was responsible for managing the order of the castle, was even too busy arresting people.

At the same time, many young wizards who had won duels frequently ran into Professor Luther's office to ask for advice on magic issues.

“So, stay focused and concentrate.”

After teaching Harry who came to ask for advice, Gino said goodbye to Harry with a smile.

Pushing open the wooden door of his office, he found Dumbledore standing outside the door at some point.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

Seeing this amiable old man, Jino had a smile on his face.

"What brings you here?" The young man stepped aside. The two of them were like friends they hadn't seen for many years. Dumbledore nodded with a smile and walked into Gino's office.

The teenager's office is simple and frugal.

There is a glass of milk on the huge desk.

The row of bookshelves behind him was empty, and there was an iron frame bed in the corner on the other side.

This is Jino's office. Anyone who looks at it will feel that the owner of this room is an extremely simple person.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, please take a seat."

Gino smiled and pulled out his chair and sat down.

He snapped his fingers, and another chair fell across from the desk.

"Professor Luther." Dumbledore sat opposite the young man. He leaned back in his chair with difficulty and showed an awkward yet polite smile to Gino: "People are old and no longer useful."

"In my opinion, Headmaster Dumbledore is going from strength to strength."

Gino held his chin with one hand, and there was no trace of restraint on his face regarding the existence of this man who was known as the most powerful magician of this century.

"What do you want to drink?"

Gino took the initiative to ask, but Dumbledore was stunned.

I used to ask this question myself, but I didn’t expect that someone else would ask me this question today.

"Black tea."

Dumbledore smiled helplessly, and then he saw steaming black tea appearing out of thin air on the originally spacious table.

The old man picked up the cup and took a sip, his eyes slightly narrowed under the fogged lenses.

He has never drunk this kind of tea.

The doubts in his heart became more and more intense.

"Principal Dumbledore," Gino picked up the milk and took a sip. The young man's blue eyes flashed: "What do you want from me?"

He didn't like beating around the bush, and Dumbledore clearly had bad intentions when he came to him.

Therefore, Keno chose a showdown.

"That's right." Dumbledore also realized the impatience in Gino's tone.

He smiled and said, "I came to see you for my morning magic lesson."

"Practice lessons on the playground?" Jino smiled and clasped his hands together: "So? What does the principal need advice on?"

"This course can indeed increase students' practical experience, but the consequences of it affecting students' competitiveness should also be of concern."

Dumbledore thought about his words: "They are just children."

"Principal Dumbledore." Gino interrupted the old man. He smiled and said, "I know what you are worried about."

"You are worried that they will be bewitched by power and someone will become the next Voldemort, right?"

As soon as these words came out, even the temperature in the room could not help but drop a few degrees.

Voldemort was a name that haunted Dumbledore in his later years.

A ghost that has wandered around England for many years, a name that scares those who know it.

"You don't look afraid of him."

It seemed that he was well prepared. When he heard about Voldemort, the principal did not show any panic. He smiled and said, "I do have such concerns, but what I am more curious about is."

With the same blue eyes as Gino, Dumbledore stared at Gino, trying to read some clues from the young man's face: "Others will panic when the name Voldemort is mentioned."

"But you don't seem to be afraid of him."

Dumbledore pressed Gino in a tone that was close to a showdown: "Besides, I have checked the world's wizard files, and I have not found your file."

"Including your name and your unfounded identity as a bard."

Dumbledore leaned forward, and as his body moved, the air around him seemed to freeze.

Huge, invisible magical energy filled the room, causing the bookshelves to tremble and the black tea in the water cup to spill out.

"so what?"

Gino smiled and held out a finger.

The next second, a force far more terrifying and huge than Dumbledore filled the entire room.

"Kakaka!"

The bookshelf behind him seemed unable to withstand this huge force and fell into pieces.

Disturbing sawdust scattered and swaying in the air.

Dumbledore's face froze as he sat in the chair.

He did not expect that the strength revealed by Jino was far more powerful than he imagined.

The vast sea-like magic power was like a heavy hammer hitting the old man's back, making his frown look even more ugly.

"Principal Dumbledore." Gino raised a finger: "First of all, I hate being threatened."

"Because no one in this world can threaten me."

"Secondly, who is Voldemort?"

"As long as I want."

Jino snapped his fingers lightly with a relaxed expression: "He will die at any time."

Listening to the boy's slightly arrogant words, Dumbledore had a bitter smile on his face: "No, you don't understand."

"No, I understand." Jino crossed his legs and held his chin with one hand: "You want to say Horcrux, right?"

"You know about Horcruxes!?"

After hearing Gino's words, the expression on Dumbledore's face became more solemn, and he found that he could not see the true identity of this young man at all.

Where did he come from, and why did he know about the Horcruxes?