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

'It should be you who's under attack,' George thought to himself as Hermione dragged him out of the library.

With most students at the Quidditch pitch, only a few—including Hermione and George—remained inside the castle. It was inevitable the basilisk would target Hermione, a Muggle-born witch.

To Voldemort, Hermione was more than a random target; she was Harry's close friend.

But George wasn't worried. His plan all along was to lure the basilisk out, clear Hagrid's name, and temporarily remove Dumbledore from the school.

Now seemed like the perfect opportunity.

"Here it comes!"

Barely outside the library, George felt the presence of the basilisk at a nearby corner. His psychic abilities weren't as powerful as Professor Xavier's, but detecting something with such intense hostility was easy.

"George, something feels wrong," Hermione said, her voice trembling as she stopped abruptly.

She had begun to hear the faint sounds of the basilisk slithering closer.

"Don't turn around. It might be the basilisk. One look at its eyes, and you're done for. Just trust me and keep moving forward!"

George grabbed Hermione's trembling hand and quickened their pace toward the staircase.

Sensing their increased speed, the basilisk charged after them. Its movements grew louder, and Hermione's legs started to shake. Yet, as a Gryffindor, her courage didn't falter.

"George, you go warn Dumbledore about the basilisk! I'll stay and hold it off!" Hermione said, drawing her wand with trembling hands.

Instead of letting her face the danger, George wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close as he drew his wand.

"Trust me—we can escape. Close your eyes, and whatever you do, don't look at the basilisk!"

Feeling the serpent's breath almost at their backs, George activated his Wing spell. A pair of glowing white wings unfurled from his back as he lifted Hermione into the air, narrowly avoiding the creature's gaping maw.

With a swift motion of his wand, he cast, "Sectumsempra!"

A translucent blade shot from his wand, striking the basilisk's massive head. Though its magical defenses rendered the spell ineffective, the attack startled the serpent, forcing it to lower its head in pain.

Taking advantage of the distraction, George soared toward the staircase, Hermione clutching him tightly.

"George... You can fly?" Hermione gasped, burying her head in his chest.

"This isn't the time to chat!" George said, flapping his wings harder to gain speed.

The basilisk pursued relentlessly, but everything was under George's control. He deliberately held back, ensuring the serpent didn't lose interest.

When the basilisk began to lag, George slowed down just enough, occasionally tossing another Sectumsempra spell to provoke it further.

He needed witnesses. A significant commotion was necessary to prove the basilisk's existence. If the staff and students didn't see it themselves, no one would believe their claim over, say, an Acromantula attack.

"Oh, Merlin's beard! What is that?"

"Run! Hide!"

"Poor children—get away quickly!"

At last, George lured the basilisk to Hogwarts' infamous moving staircases. The creature's appearance left the enchanted portraits on the walls horrified, their cries echoing throughout the castle.

With his goal accomplished, George flew up the stairs with Hermione. The basilisk, unable to follow, hissed angrily before retreating into the nearby plumbing.

"Dumbledore should be at the Quidditch pitch. Let's head straight there," George said.

Without pause, he flew to the eighth floor, found a window, and exited the castle, heading toward the pitch with Hermione in his arms.

As for his flying magic? He'd simply explain it as one of his many genius inventions. If Severus Snape could create spells like Sectumsempra as a student, then why couldn't George create a flight spell?

After all, everyone already saw George as exceptionally talented. This was just another piece built to fit his well-crafted "genius" persona.

Though he didn't notice, Hermione—still clinging to him—gazed at him with a newfound admiration in her eyes.

"Welcome, everyone, to the fourth Quidditch match of the season: Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw! Let's give a warm welcome to our players... Wait, what in Merlin's pants am I seeing?!"

The commentator, Lee Jordan, froze mid-sentence as he spotted George soaring over the pitch, wings glowing brilliantly as he carried Hermione.

Gasps filled the stands. Every student in the school stared, dumbfounded by the sight.

"There!"

George spotted Dumbledore in the staff seating area and flew toward him, landing smoothly before tucking away his wings.

"George, what's going on?" Snape asked, standing abruptly.

George wasted no time, speaking directly to the professors: "Headmaster, professors, Hermione and I were just attacked by the basilisk near the library..."

After listening to their account, the professors exchanged stunned looks.

Dumbledore's expression shifted subtly—whether surprised by the basilisk's presence or George and Hermione's survival was unclear.

In truth, George was unsure if Dumbledore had known about the basilisk all along. It was possible, but only Dumbledore himself could confirm.

"Minerva, please announce that the Quidditch match is canceled. Have the students remain at the pitch until we've inspected the castle," Dumbledore instructed.

Professor McGonagall nodded gravely, casting a sonorous charm to relay the announcement.

"You've done well. Twenty points to Gryffindor and Slytherin each," Dumbledore said warmly to George and Hermione before leaving with the other professors to investigate the castle.

Professor McGonagall remained behind to maintain order, while George stood in the spotlight, his supposed "genius" once again affirmed in everyone's eyes.