A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 676: The Lion and the Firebird

"Just a projection of Godric's Hollow?" Harry asked. Dumbledore nodded happily.

"So Voldemort's last Horcrux disappeared?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief

"There it is, Dumbledore stretched out his hand and pointed in one direction, Harry was startled, a crimson baby-like monster curled up in the grass, looking terrifyingly frightening." Voldemort's Killing Curse will It was brought here with you, and I was a step ahead of you, just wandering around. It didn't take long for you to come, to be honest, it was a bit loud, let's go, let's go somewhere else. "

Dumbledore led the way and Harry followed immediately.

They were walking on a dirt road in the country, with green bushes and wild flowers growing wantonly on both sides, untended but lush. They walked down from the heights, and the buildings in the village were unobstructed. Harry became more and more sure that this was a fictional scene-the more modern house he and Sirius had seen when they visited the grave had all disappeared now,

Dumbledore pointed his finger in a direction, and Harry was surprised to find that it was covered with a white light.

"What's that place?" he asked.

"You know," Dumbledore said with a smile, "you have seen it many times."

Harry couldn't see what was in the white light, but he could roughly judge it based on the position. He widened his eyes and said, "Where is Vale's house?"

"Yes, we will part there." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"Separate?"

"Oh one, I'm sorry, Harry, but you will have to go back alone. My life has come to an end, and I think I will go on." said Dumbledore, looking thoughtfully into the distance white light. Harry wondered if he saw something he couldn't.

"Life is coming to an end? You, Professor Dumbledore, you—one"

"I'm glad you finally realized that I'm going to die, oh, I might already be dead." Dumbledore said, looking at Harry's wide-eyed expression, he smiled slightly: "Don't feel sorry for me, haha Li, I chose this ending myself and realized it step by step. My life is very long and wonderful, especially the last year, which made up for a lot of regrets."

They walked forward for a certain distance, and Harry was in a state of confusion at this moment. He mustered up the courage to ask: "Is it because of me? To solve the soul fragments on my body."

Dumbledore stopped, stopped, and looked at Harry, "Of course it includes this reason."

"I'd rather be myself," murmured Harry.

Dumbledore showed great tolerance and understanding. He said consolingly: "It just so happens that I think so. And one by one Harry, you are one of the reasons why I do this, and I would do it without you." Make the same decision, but it's a better deal for me if it solves your problem by the way.

"But what about the school?" Harry said sullenly.

"Did you forget? I have already handed in my resignation," Dumbledore said with a blink of an eye, "Minerva and Felix will take care of the school. I believe they can do a good job."

"Professor Haip—" Harry suddenly thought of another reason, "He thinks the exposure of the wizarding world is inevitable. Sirius and Ms. Burns also agree with this point of view, and everyone is preparing for it."

"You are quite right," Dumbledore agreed.

"Only you can reassure everyone—I mean, when the news becomes public," Harry said bluntly.

"I don't dare to take on this reputation," Dumbledore shook his head, "In fact, facing that future, I am just as at a loss as you are. Felix,

Even you will do better than me, Amelia. "

"Me?" said Harry, startled.

"Yes, would you tolerate wizards abusing Muggles?" asked Dumbledore.

Harry shook his head.

"The other way around, let Muggles enslave wizards?"

Harry shook his head again.

"Look, isn't this very good?" Dumbledore said with satisfaction, "Remember your choice at the moment, even if this road is not easy to walk,

But it will never make you regret it, because you are doing the right thing. "

Harry was a little confused, he followed Dumbledore into this somewhat familiar village. Then he discovered the 'abnormality.

"Albus." A short, chubby middle-aged Muggle woman in an apron greeted enthusiastically, and Harry felt that her eyebrows and eyes looked a bit like Mrs. Weasley.

"Mrs. Brenda." Dumbledore stopped and said with a smile.

"Little Bart wants to eat at your house, he likes magic so much." The woman said.

"Welcome!" Dumbledore said happily, the wrinkles on his forehead stretched out, "Arianna likes children very much, and she has prepared a lot of programs for the bonfire party."

"Well, I know, she's always so kind, but I think it's too much trouble for you..." Mrs. Brenda said with some embarrassment, she took out two apples from under her apron and stuffed them to Dumbledore and Harry. Leigh, "I baked some honey biscuits and asked Bart to take them over tonight."

"You are too kind, Mrs. Brenda," said Dumbledore politely, and they parted, he and Harry walking on.

Harry felt strange, but Dumbledore was obviously in a very happy mood, and he could feel the overflowing happiness from him. He took a bite of the apple and hummed some kind of slightly comical country tune. Along the way, many people came to greet him, including wizards and Muggles,

But what they have in common is that they all know the existence of magic, but they don't show any surprises.

On the road, a wizard dressed as a hippie leaned against the wall and performed magic tricks to a group of children.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry finished listening to a complete tune, put down the half-eaten apple, and asked impatiently, "Are these people also dead souls?" He clearly remembered Dumbledore saying , this is the gap between life and death. In theory, only wizards should be able to come here, right?

"I don't think so," said Dumbledore.

Then—” Harry paused, did Dumbledore imagine it?

"When I first arrived here, there was fog everywhere around me. This environment is obviously not suitable for conversation. The moment I turned this idea, it automatically became like this." Dumbledore said, "It may be true about me."

They chatted like friends, and Dumbledore talked about the prophecy he saw from Grindelwald, "Skeeter played an important role."

Talking about Felix again:

"I think he is young and promising, not greedy for power, and clear-headed enough. Of course, he has been very independent since he was a child. Sometimes I think he is too mature. I can't educate him like I educate you. —One can only use other people to contain him, such as you, Severus, Miss Granger, that Niffler, Sirius, Remus, Neville already has many people before he knows it."

Afterwards, Dumbledore mentions a prophecy he heard at the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries.

"I think I was the prophesied lion once brilliantly, but now I'm old. I'm a Gryffindor."

"Why can't it be a firebird?" Harry asked, holding his breath. "Phoenixes don't die, do they? And you have Fawkes, maybe the prophecy hints that you'll burn like a phoenix and be born again." ..."

Dumbledore smiled,

"Oh, Harry, you can't expect a dying old man to love the world more than a young man of his generation. I did dream of changing it. I left all the passions, longings, fanaticism, and longings of my life in After that summer, stay in my time. You are more willing than me to make the world a better place, and I see them one by one, they are waiting for me!"

Harry raised his head, and they came to the place where the white light was before they knew it. He couldn't see anything before, but now his eyes caught some figures, which were Dumbledore's father, mother and sister, They held hands and looked at each other softly.

"Is it true? Are they real?" said Harry hastily, the way he wanted to remind Dumbledore. Perhaps his family, like those visions seen before, existed because of Dumbledore.

"I know I will go alone, but I will not refuse to fill my stomach before embarking on a new adventure." Dumbledore said softly, so Harry knew that Dumbledore was awake , and determined, he watched Dumbledore walk towards the white light, towards his family.

"I wish you well, Harry.

Dumbledore said finally, and white light engulfed him.

Principal's Office. In the mirror, Felix saw Harry open his eyes, his face had changed back to his own. Felix let out a soft breath, knowing that Dumbledore had succeeded. Fawkes let out a short and sad cry. Felix stood up and walked to Dumbledore with his half-crippled arm. He seemed to be asleep, and the resurrection stone ring on his hand flickered, as if he was breathing.

"Click!"

Clear crunching sound. Like a black gemstone, there was a crack on the surface of the resurrection stone, followed by a burst of intensive detection, the cracks were densely covered like cobwebs, and at a certain moment, the resurrection stone became fragments.

Countless firefly-like light spots gathered in the air and danced lightly. Felix seemed to see a vague figure, but it was fleeting.

Dumbledore's hand dropped, and Felix took the cold hand and placed it on Dumbledore's knee.

A wand falls from the cuff.

It is the Elder Wand.

Felix hesitated for a moment, then put the wand back into Dumbledore's hand,

"Harry." He turned to face the mirror and said clearly.

At the same time, Fawkes spread his wings, looked back at Dumbledore who was sitting quietly, and flew into the mirror, the sad phoenix sounded in the ears of Felix and Harry at the same time, Harry struggled Sitting up, he was in pain everywhere now, but after hearing the professor's shout and Fox's cry, he grabbed the glasses that were tilted aside and put them on, looking up at the firebirds circling above his head.

Professor Haipu's voice seemed to come from the entire sky:

"Harry, Dumbledore left Voldemort to you, can you handle it?"

Harry looked not far away, Voldemort's fingers moved, and he was about to wake up. He muttered, "Leave it to me." He stayed where he was,

Silently watching Voldemort get up from the ground, watching the expression on his face change from shock, to dazed, to hatred, and finally to panic.

"You're disguising yourself as Snape and destroying my last Horcrux?" shrieked Voldemort, clutching his wand, looking nervously from side to side, and shouting into the air, "Dumbledore! Pu! Where are you? Come out!"

Harry lowered his eyes as he looked at the hysterical Voldemort.

"Stop shouting, I'm the only one here."

"Only you?" Voldemort looked at him in astonishment, and then suddenly understood, "They asked you to kill me? You, how dare they one by one"

He stopped talking suddenly, and there was a trace of pity in Harry's eyes.

"Voldemort, you are alone, and behind me are all those who love me." Harry said, but his words only made Voldemort even more angry.

"Harry Potter!" Voldemort called out the name in the most spiteful tone possible.

"Tom Riddle," said Harry quietly.

There is nothing more to say, and at this moment, everything becomes clear. The same thought flashed through their minds: only one could get out of here alive. The red light collided with the green light, and golden flames shot out from the intersection of the spell, and both of them fought hard.

The high-pitched chirping of the phoenix, like the drumbeat of war, doubled Harry's confidence. The red light completely overwhelmed the green light, turning Voldemort's face green, his eyes shone with fear, the green light was forced back to the wand, Voldemort's body froze, and the fear on his face was condensed.

His wand was thrown into the air and whirled towards Harry, but instead of reaching out to catch it, Harry let it fall to the ground. He stared at Voldemort knowing it was over.

Felix closed his eyes. After a while he opened his light blue eyes and said, "You're tired, Harry, and Fox will take you to the school hospital for Madam Pomfrey to examine your body. And—" he hesitated, " Don't reveal the news of Dumbledore's death to the outside world, keep it strictly confidential.

I'll find time tomorrow to explain it to you.

The mirror image in front of him disappeared, and Felix stayed in the dark. For him, tonight was far from over. He kept dismantling the magic power that belonged to Dumbledore entrenched in his arm, and the spell resisted passively, but he could only move slightly under Felix's suppression.

There is a slate-green tinge on the horizon, a sign that dawn is coming in a few hours.

Fort Nurmengard,

A stiff body was thrown into the cell.

Grindelwald hit the ground heavily like a tattered bag, without any heaving of his body,

"He won't die, right?" A member of the law enforcement team questioned.

Then, Grindelwald heard the rustling sound of shoes not rubbing against the ground, a pair of feet stopped beside him, and then a finger was put under his nose ~IndoMTL.com~ Grindelwald let out shallow, even breaths .

"Dizzy."

The footsteps were completely away from him, and Grindelwald waited quietly. The door was locked, and then there was a sizzling sound, the sound of the cell's defensive magic being activated; then the footsteps and voices became faint, but he waited, he held his breath, and did not let go. There was no slight echo—finally, there was a sound of the door closing from afar.

Grindelwald looked up blankly. There was no one in front of me.

He opened his mouth, laughed silently, and then let out a sound. The laughter became louder and louder, echoing in the narrow cell, and finally retched. He coughed and retched, his expression was extremely painful, and tears flowed down uncontrollably. Finally, the **** speculum was vomited out one by one, and turned around on the ground.

"Thanks for your kindness, Longbottom, for not ruining that hair."

Grindelwald said hoarsely. He took out the "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" from his arms and put it in the corner. Now is not the time to read it. He returned and picked up the looking glass from the ground, strands of magic power poured out of the looking glass, and then, the magic power turned into a blazing blue flame, lighting him like a burning torch,

Suppressed and painful beer groans came from the cell.

I don't know how long it took, there was a low sound of chanting incantations from the blue flames, and a blue firebird rose into the sky.

Tonight is bound to be a long night.

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