Chapter 58

The Genie Starting from Marvel

Before this teleportation, Frank had already built up his psychological construction, but he didn't know if it was the gap in strength, Frank didn't feel uncomfortable at all this time.

In just the blink of an eye, they came from the tavern in Hogsmeade village to an open space at Hogwarts.

School hasn't started at Hogwarts now, so there are basically no people in the school.

"We are already at Hogwarts now, Mr. Frank. You can rest assured, as long as I don't want it to, no news will be spread from here." Dumbledore promised very seriously.

Frank smiled and didn't speak. He had already heard similar words from many people, but just like a flag, they would all be slapped in the face in the end.

"Then I'll start?" Frank asked.

Dumbledore nodded, took the others back a bit, and gave Frank some space.

The next second, Holy Light erupted from Frank's body, like a small sun, illuminating this land and the sky.

Since he wanted to show himself, he would show it all at once.

"Holy Light Baptism!"

Frank raised his dual guns, aimed at the sky, and pulled the trigger. Holy Light bullets hit the sky from the ground, like meteors flowing backward in time.

The shooting lasted for several minutes, and no one present spoke.

Lupin only had one thought: fortunately, Frank wasn't the kind of person who would kill at every turn; otherwise, the day he transformed and went crazy could have been his death anniversary.

Dumbledore was evaluating whether, if Hogwarts' defensive barrier were opened, it would be able to withstand Frank's attacks.

Snape's dissatisfaction with Frank in his heart also dissipated a lot. Indeed, the other party could already be considered very restrained. It was also his own fault for acting recklessly without investigating clearly, just like a Gryffindor.

Immediately after, Frank began to pursue coldly, moving rapidly in the open space, leaving behind one afterimage after another.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, is this okay?" More than a dozen afterimages spoke at the same time. That feeling was still quite shocking.

Dumbledore nodded. Although their paths were different, he had already regarded Frank as a powerhouse of the same level as himself.

In the demonstration just now, Frank showed his attack power and extraordinary movement speed, which was enough.

If Frank wanted to do evil, having no attachments in this world, he was obviously a greater threat than Voldemort.

Dumbledore wasn't sure whether he could survive the first round of attacks in Frank's hands in a sneak attack state.

"Mr. Frank, please come with me." Dumbledore led Frank and the others to his office all the way.

Dumbledore himself was also very curious about visitors from another world, not to mention that this visitor was also very powerful. If he could get help from another world, perhaps Voldemort's threat would be irrelevant.

After entering the office, Dumbledore waved his right hand, and all the portraits of former headmasters were hidden.

Some of these portraits had very poisonous mouths, and as non-living people, they didn't know how to observe words and colors most of the time, and their thinking was rigid. After all, they were just a painting.

If they started arguing in front of outsiders, it would be quite a disgrace to the entire wizarding world.

After all, Hogwarts is the largest wizarding school in the UK and also the most famous school in the entire wizarding world. To a considerable extent, they represent the face of the wizarding world.

"Mr. Frank, Lupin has already told me roughly about Mr. Johnson's matter. I think your biggest problem at present is that you cannot judge his true state. What do you think?" Dumbledore showed his professionalism as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You're right." Frank looked at Dumbledore expectantly. "Do you have a solution?"

Dumbledore stood up, opened the cabinet behind him, took out a Pensieve, and placed it on the table in front of several people.

"This is a Pensieve." Dumbledore tapped the edge of the basin lightly.

With a 'hum', the energy in the basin, like gas and liquid, began to flow, and the runes and some mysterious symbols on the basin also lit up.

"This is a mysterious item for viewing memories." Dumbledore said, tapping his temple with his wand. A silver memory like a silk thread was pulled out and then thrown into the Pensieve.

Immediately after, Dumbledore pressed his hand on the side of the basin, and the Pensieve lit up.

"Don't resist, I'll take you to see everything inside."

Listening to Dumbledore's words, Frank felt that he had been pulled into a strange world. Below him was the scene of Dumbledore trying to make desserts in the kitchen. He was now watching everything from a God's perspective.

"How does it feel?"

Dumbledore appeared beside Frank, looking at the scene below with him. "Sometimes, from this angle, you can see many things more objectively."

"So, you intend to use this method to pull out Johnson's memory and then ask about his feelings?" Frank was a bit embarrassed.

Memory is a very private matter. He couldn't make this decision on Johnson's behalf. After all, they didn't only have this one choice before them now.

"No." Dumbledore waved his hand and brought everyone out.

"I intend to perform a reverse operation, inject the memory into Mr. Johnson's body, and then retrieve it. Through this method, I can perceive his mental state." Dumbledore continued.

Hearing this, Snape's eyebrows on the side moved. Reverse memory modification spell, and modifying the operation mode of the Pensieve—the difficulty of this can be imagined. Can it really be done? And it looked like it had to be done in a very short time.

"Can it really be done? Can you let me experience it now?" Frank asked.

"Of course, this is not a very difficult thing. I tried to reverse it when I was young. Now I just need to change the operation mode of the Pensieve." Dumbledore said. "You stay here today, and the preparation work can be completed tomorrow."

Snape and Lupin looked at Dumbledore in disbelief. One night? Even if it were just changing the operation mode of the Pensieve, it wouldn't be very possible, right? And looking at it, it had to be done in a very short time.

"Why are you all looking at me? This is very simple." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Very simple? We almost believed it.

Frank didn't understand magic spells, but he could also see the meaning represented in Dumbledore's words from the faces of the other two.

Just as he was about to confirm with Dumbledore, Frank suddenly remembered that it seemed someone had said something similar recently.

Think carefully... who was it?

Oh~ Tony Stark.

After having this example, Frank's confidence in Dumbledore increased greatly. Geniuses are always different; otherwise, why are they called geniuses?