That man walked into their midst like a ghost.
His rugged features were etched with disgust. His greasy black hair was parted down the middle, exposing a forehead like old tree bark.
In the silence, he raised a wand and aimed it at the old man.
"Severus, please."
The old man gently shook his head at him.
A complicated expression showed through his wrinkled face.
He seemed to be begging the man opposite him to stop, yet also seemed to mean something else.
However, Severus, the man in black robes, swung his wand without hesitation.
"Avada Kedavra!" he chanted.
A green spell instantly shot toward the helpless old man.
At that moment, everyone thought the old man was surely going to die.
Because Avada Kedavra was the most vicious of the Unforgivable Curses.
To this day, only two people had ever survived being hit by that spell.
Yet, to everyone's surprise—
Just as the spell was about to strike the old man in a flash—
A man in fitted black armor suddenly appeared out of nowhere in front of him, without any warning.
His eyes were tightly shut, and his body was as handsome as an ancient Greek sculpture fresh off a runway.
The green Killing Curse struck him squarely in the chest, then burst into light and dissipated into the air.
Yet the armored man seemed completely unaffected.
The life-taking Unforgivable Curse had struck him like a warm breeze across his face.
He had even kept his eyes closed the entire time!
When he opened his eyes, it was as though a bolt of lightning had pierced the darkness over the Astronomy Tower.
Everyone took a step back in unison, their hearts inexplicably pounding faster, as if they had just brushed past death.
"Huh? You're Dumbledore, right?" The armored