Harry doesn't want to be a wizard, he just wants to be a superhero

Dumbledore's gaze was gentle. He slightly raised his right hand, palm down, and gently waved it twice, signaling Professor McGonagall to calm down:

"Minerva, it depends on your definition of Dark Magic.

In my opinion, only magic that corrupts the soul of the caster, gradually plunging them into darkness, is Dark Magic. Simply possessing powerful offensive magic is not.

While the Disintegration Spell has powerful offensive capabilities, it does not cause corruption, so for me, it is not Dark Magic."

Dumbledore wasn't as gentle when he was young as he is now. He was exceptionally talented and ambitious, once dreaming of using magic to rule the world, allowing wizards to no longer hide themselves, but instead become the masters of the world.

If he hadn't awakened later, wizards would probably have already ruled over Muggles.

Even now, his view of Dark Magic is still different from other wizards.

Past experiences had made him deeply understand that only magic that corrupts a wizard's heart is Dark Magic; other magic is merely a tool for wizards!

Decades have passed, and in the long flow of time, perhaps the vast majority of wizards have already forgotten—Dumbledore, this legendary figure revered as the 'White Magic King,' even with the title 'White,' is still ultimately a 'Magic King'!

As a longtime friend of Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall knew his past and the changes in his heart well.

Thinking of this, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but sigh softly, ultimately not raising any objections, only saying softly, "Forget it, Potter's matter will be left to you. After all, you are the headmaster."

Professor McGonagall turned and left the headmaster's office.

Inside the headmaster's office, only two people remained.

One was a legend from decades ago, and the other was a contemporary legend.

The two legends looked at each other, and ultimately, Dumbledore spoke first.

Dumbledore's gaze was gentle, his whole body exuding the unique authority of an elder, yet with the friendliness of a friend, making people feel unconsciously at ease.

He slightly raised his hand, pointed to the chair in front of him, and said softly, "Sit down, Harry. Regarding the Disintegration Spell, we need to talk about it properly."

After Harry was seated comfortably, a kind smile appeared on Dumbledore's face, his gaze gently falling on him, and he slowly opened his mouth:

"You don't need to worry about the Disintegration Spell, after all, it was a spell you created yourself, and you only used it to help a classmate. I will bear the pressure from the Ministry of Magic for you."

Harry felt a warmth in his heart. He could feel that Dumbledore's concern was the same as the Supreme Mage's, from the heart and not hypocritical: "Thank you, Professor."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I am the headmaster of Hogwarts, protecting you is my duty. However, in the future, unless it is absolutely necessary, try not to use the Disintegration Spell in front of others. It is too similar to the Killing Curse and may cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

"Yes, Professor," Harry nodded obediently.

He thought for a moment. Dumbledore, as the contemporary White Magic King, had defeated Grindelwald, and was undoubtedly a good person.

However, although he was a good person, the clash of ideas was not a simple matter of good and evil. In the future, when he reformed the wizarding world, Dumbledore might stand against him.

He was unwilling to confront a powerful and kind White Magic King.

So he organized his words, preparing to give a warning shot in advance: "Professor Dumbledore, the reason I invented the Disintegration Spell, besides wanting to recreate the magic that killed my parents, was also to fight against the Dimensional Gods."

"Dimensional Gods?" Dumbledore asked in confusion.

"As you know, I possess a strange wizarding bloodline that allows me to cast many powerful bloodline magics. In fact, besides these bloodline magics, information about Dimensional Gods has been constantly flooding into my mind," Harry said, pretending to be somewhat troubled.

Curiosity appeared on Dumbledore's face. He had never heard the novel term 'Dimensional Gods.' Judging from the name, Dimensional Gods were not good things.

He signaled for Harry to continue.

Harry said with a heavy expression, "Dimensional Gods are powerful beings that transcend dimensions. They do not belong to the three-dimensional space familiar to humans, and even transcend the limitations of the time dimension. They dwell in mysterious realms of higher dimensions.

Some Dimensional Gods are indifferent to humans, some are quite friendly to humans, but some harbor malice towards humans.

Just one Dimensional God with malicious intent is enough to completely destroy our world, so I want to create even more powerful magic to fight against the Dimensional Gods!"

Hearing Harry's words, Dumbledore became completely serious. If an ordinary wizard had said this to him, he absolutely would not have believed it.

But Harry was different. He was the Chosen One, with exceptional talent, even surpassing Dumbledore himself in his youth.

Dumbledore asked, "So, this is why you have been going to the restricted section, searching for ancient magic?"

Harry was not surprised that Dumbledore knew about his borrowing in the restricted section, and affirmed, "That's right, that's it."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then suggested, "This matter is very important. If possible, I would like you to extract a portion of your memories and put them into the Pensieve."

Harry naturally wouldn't refuse. He had once faced Dormammu, Hell Lords, and other Dimensional Gods under the protection of the Supreme Mage.

These memories were enough to prove the truth of his words.

So he selected some scenes of the Supreme Mage fighting Dimensional Gods, preparing to give Dumbledore a little 'surprise'.

Harry's expression was focused, and he slowly drew out his wand, gently touching it to his temple.

In an instant, a dreamlike, luminous ribbon of light was drawn from his mind and placed into the Pensieve that Dumbledore had taken out.

Seeing this, Dumbledore smiled and said to Harry, "Wait a moment, Mr. Potter, I won't keep you waiting too long!"

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As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned down and slowly immersed his head into the liquid in the Pensieve.

The liquid in the basin seemed to be imbued with life, and began to churn violently.

Dumbledore's consciousness also delved deeper, immersing himself in the memory scene that Harry had extracted.

As Dumbledore's consciousness gradually cleared, he felt enveloped in a thick darkness, as if he were in the chaotic void before the birth of the universe.

The surroundings were terrifyingly silent, without a single sound, only endless darkness spreading in all directions, with no end in sight.

He had just raised his eyes, trying to examine this strange and eerie space, when suddenly, an endless, dazzling magical aura burst forth in front of him.

The light was too strong, stinging his eyes and causing him to squint subconsciously. After he adjusted, he could see the scene in front of him.

A kind-looking bald woman was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by complex and mysterious, layered arrays.

And opposite her was a twisted face larger than a towering mountain, with misplaced features, eyes burning with eerie flames, exuding a chilling aura, mixed with malice from the depths of the universe.

Before Dumbledore could recover, the two had already begun to clash.

Powerful magical fluctuations, like surging tsunamis, swept in wave after wave.

Each collision of magic was accompanied by a deafening roar, a sound that seemed to be able to tear space.

Suddenly, a beam of magical light streaked past, hitting an old planet floating in the void.

Instantly, the planet shattered like fragile glass, turning into countless dust particles scattered in the universe.

With Dumbledore's knowledge, he certainly knew the concept of planets. After witnessing the scene before him, even though he knew he was not at the battle scene, he was still terrified, and his heart, which had been silent for many years, beat violently out of control.

At this point, he deeply believed everything Harry had said about the Dimensional Gods.

But then, a completely new question that made him feel absurd and shocked, like a surging tide, flooded his mind, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart:

"Let me fight Dimensional Gods? Really?"