Marvel's Magic Master: I Have a Clone in the Harry Potter World!

"Who would've thought, Erza's packing quite a punch—at least a solid D!"

George couldn't help but remark as he looked at Erza in her new armor.

The Heaven's Wheel Armor heavily emphasized the wings and lower body, leaving the upper part barely covered, exuding both sanctity and allure.

Although George was surprised by the transformation of the cursed flute into a three-eyed demon, he remained calm.

He noticed that Makarov and the other guild masters had already arrived, and none of them appeared the least bit worried. Instead, they leisurely critiqued the battle between the demon and Erza's group.

This could only mean one thing: while the three-eyed demon was undoubtedly powerful, it was not a true threat to these guild masters.

Many of them were S-Class mages, and among them stood Makarov, a Wizard Saint.

What's more, they were clearly familiar with the cursed flute. One guild master had just been explaining its origins and the legend of its creator, Zeref, to Lucy.

Knowing its properties and still remaining calm likely meant they either possessed immunity to its curse or knew how to counteract its effects.

"Fly, my swords!"

Erza, in her Heaven's Wheel Armor, soared into the air. Dozens of magical swords swirled around her, forming a storm of blades that descended upon the three-eyed demon like a relentless reaper.

"So this is the true power of an S-Class mage?"

George was slightly shaken as he watched Erza, Natsu, and Gray relentlessly overwhelm the massive demon. The demon's enormous body was riddled with wounds, its towering form unable to withstand the trio's coordinated assault.

It dawned on George that the three had been holding back during their fight against Eisenwald.

"Um… George, about what comes next—it's all on you,"

Makarov said, chuckling nervously as he walked up to George, rubbing his hands together.

Snapping out of his thoughts, George looked around. The entire city had been devastated by the battle, reduced to near ruins. He couldn't help but twitch his feline whiskers.

Repairing such widespread damage, even with his enhanced wand, would take quite a bit of time.

"Are you trying to work me to death, Master?"

"Hahaha, don't be silly! Take your time. Work one day, rest the next—it's all good, as long as the city is restored in the end,"

Makarov said, patting George's shoulder with a grin.

George's eyes gleamed as he smiled in return.

"Since you've put it that way, Master, how could I refuse? I'll do my best to repair the city as quickly as possible."

Clover City wasn't large and had no towering skyscrapers—the tallest buildings were only five stories high. If he worked diligently, it might take three to five days. With the right boost to his wand, he could even finish in one or two.

"But, Master, I do have a favor to ask in return…"

"Consider it done! Anything that helps speed things up is a small matter for me."

Makarov thumped his chest, promising without hesitation. Compared to restoring the entire city, George's request was trivial.

"You pests… all of you will die!"

The three-eyed demon, though massive and strong, was clearly at a disadvantage. Its wooden body lacked durability, and it was no match for the seamless teamwork of Erza's group.

Enraged, it unleashed its ultimate ability as the cursed flute incarnate.

"Curse of Death!"

A purple magic circle appeared above its head. As it inhaled deeply, the grass around the city withered, and an immense surge of magical power erupted.

"Ffrrrtttt~~~"

A sound, akin to a deflating balloon, escaped the demon.

The battlefield fell into a moment of awkward silence.

"Uh… nothing happened?"

Lucy blinked in disbelief, murmuring as she tried to make sense of the situation.

She had expected the Curse of Death to be devastating but was instead met with this anticlimactic result.

"The cursed flute, created by the black mage Zeref, is indeed deadly when used in a sneak attack," explained the guild master of the Four Hounds.

"Within the flute's range, ordinary people and low-tier mages will have their souls stolen and perish instantly.

"Mages with moderate strength can resist for a time, and those skilled in soundproofing or barrier magic can render the curse essentially useless.

"That's how it was sealed in the first place."

"So that's its weakness…"

George immediately understood. No wonder the guild masters hadn't been worried. Soundproofing magic wasn't particularly difficult, and many of them likely had such skills.

Without its curse, the demon's size and destructive energy blasts were formidable, but not insurmountable. George knew, however, that he lacked the strength to take it on himself.

"So the curse didn't work because the demon's body is full of holes, making it impossible to play the flute properly?"

Lucy's realization dawned after the Four Hounds' guild master's explanation.

"My beautiful voice… ruined! Are you mocking me?!"

The three-eyed demon, recovering from its embarrassment, flew into a rage. All three of its eyes glowed, unleashing a tidal wave of flames toward everyone present.

Natsu dashed forward, inhaling the flames in one swift motion.

"Not bad! That refilled my energy!"

"It's time to end this! Ice-Make: Cyclone Disc!"

Gray unleashed his full power, creating a massive spinning ice disc that slashed through the demon's waist, cutting it nearly in half.

"Requip: Black Wing Armor!"

In midair, Erza swapped into armor designed for maximum destructive power. Like a bolt of lightning, she delivered a devastating slash that split the demon's head.

"Fire Dragon King's Roar!"

Combining his flames with the demon's absorbed energy, Natsu launched an immense fireball from above.

The explosion echoed across the sky.

When the dust settled, the three-eyed demon had vanished, leaving behind only the cursed flute, adorned with its skeletal motif, lying on the ground.