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

"I never expected you to create such a high-level spell in your first year—this is truly impressive!"

Dumbledore, who had always harbored a slight caution toward George, couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for him. He thought that if George stayed on the right path, his magical achievements could someday rank among the most elite of wizards.

"Our Slytherin students are always exceptional!"

Snape, who had remained silent up to this point, allowed a faint smile to appear on his face. He saw so much of himself in George. As his prized protégé, George had not only mastered the Sectumsempra spell so quickly but had also created his own magic.

"However, George, creating new spells is an incredibly dangerous endeavor. You must exercise more caution next time. If there's anything you're uncertain about, make sure to come to me first," Snape warned gravely.

The wizarding world had seen its fair share of lives lost to the perils of crafting new magic. Luna's mother was one such casualty. Though proud of George's ingenuity, Snape's reminder was serious and heartfelt.

"Thank you, Professor. I will definitely seek your guidance," George responded sincerely.

If Snape were willing to spend more time teaching him, George knew his magical growth would accelerate even further. There were so many advanced spells he wanted to master: the Disillusionment Charm, Apparition, Animagus transformation, the Patronus Charm, fascinating alchemy, and dark magic of all kinds. The list seemed endless.

"Since everything is clear now, Severus, Minerva, please escort them back to their respective common rooms. I need to discuss the next steps with the school board," Dumbledore said, dismissing them with a wave of his hand.

As they left the office, George noticed Hermione's unusual expression. Thinking she might be feeling discouraged, he tried to cheer her up.

"Hermione, this was just a fluke. With your intelligence, I'm sure you'll create your own spells one day."

Hermione, brilliant as she was, often relied too heavily on established knowledge, which made her less inventive than someone like Snape. Still, her magical talent far exceeded the natural aptitude of this body George now inhabited—though he, of course, had a distinct advantage in the form of his "cheats."

"Ah, what? Oh… yes, of course. I'll try," Hermione stammered, her face briefly flushing before she hurriedly nodded.

It was clear her thoughts weren't aligned with what George had just said.

Their exchange did not go unnoticed by Snape and McGonagall, who followed a short distance behind. Both professors wore expressions of surprise, though McGonagall's strict demeanor softened into a warm, maternal smile.

To her astonishment, it seemed that Gryffindor's brightest student had developed a fondness for a Slytherin boy. As Gryffindor's head of house, McGonagall found she didn't mind at all. After all, George was one of her favorite students, even if he was in Slytherin—and he had just saved Hermione from the jaws of a Basilisk.

It was like something straight out of the romantic novels she'd read in her youth.

As long as it didn't affect their studies, Hogwarts had no objection to student relationships. Otherwise, Lockhart's absurd Valentine's Day events would never have been approved.

Snape's expression, on the other hand, was far more complicated. At first, he frowned, but then his face softened as he became lost in memory. For a fleeting moment, a rare trace of happiness appeared on his face.

"I'll head back now," Hermione said hastily, her voice tinged with nervousness. With a quick goodbye, she followed McGonagall toward the Gryffindor common room.

"Alright, say hi to Harry and Ron for me," George replied with a smile before turning toward the staircase.

While Gryffindor's dormitories were just a few turns away, Slytherin's lay in the dungeons, requiring George to descend through the Great Hall and into the castle's underground.

"Was she scared?" George wondered aloud, dismissing Hermione's earlier behavior as fear from their ordeal.

Accompanied by the ever-silent Snape, George reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room. Just as George was about to give the password, Snape suddenly said something that left him baffled.

"George, don't immerse yourself in magic entirely. Spend more time with her when you can—especially since being in different houses makes things less convenient. And if you ever say something hurtful, be sure to explain yourself."

Without waiting for a response, Snape turned and left, leaving George standing there in utter confusion.

"Was he talking about Hermione?" George murmured, replaying the words in his head. The mention of "her" and "different houses" inevitably made him think of Hermione.

"Wait… does he think I'm dating Hermione?"

Blinking in disbelief, George pieced together the misunderstanding. It seemed Snape had seen echoes of his own tragic past with Lily in George and Hermione's dynamic.

And when you compared the two pairs, the similarities were striking.

Snape had been an exceptional Slytherin, as was George. Lily had been one of Gryffindor's brightest, and so was Hermione. Snape was a half-blood wizard, just like George, and Lily was a Muggle-born, just like Hermione.

Both Lily and Hermione had strong friendships with someone named Potter.

It wasn't surprising that Snape would project his memories onto them, hoping George wouldn't repeat his own mistakes.

But what a massive misunderstanding this was! George couldn't possibly have romantic feelings for Hermione—a thirteen-year-old child. To him, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna were all just kids.

Shrugging off the thought, George decided to let the misunderstanding be. It wouldn't interfere with his plans, so there was no need to clear it up.

"Noble!"

He spoke the password for the week, entered the Slytherin common room, and was immediately surrounded by a crowd of curious students.

Everyone bombarded him with questions about what had happened. Since Dumbledore and Snape hadn't instructed him to keep it confidential, George shared the same explanation he had given in the headmaster's office.

The revelation that the monster in the Chamber of Secrets was a Basilisk startled many of the students. Some, like Draco Malfoy, took a different approach, smugly asserting that Basilisks wouldn't attack Slytherins—only Muggle-borns.

When George mentioned his self-created flight magic, everyone was utterly stunned. To their amazement, he even demonstrated it right there in the common room.