Chapter 1342 Dumbledore's Final Resignation

Bellatrix escaped from Professor Braine?
Harry felt that all his shock was used up in what happened tonight!

"I'll go after her!"

Frank ignored Alice's attempts to stop him and rushed out with his wand. He could accept any Death Eater escaping, but he could not accept Bellatrix!
"It's too late, Frank—"

Dumbledore looked at Amosta calmly and said in a low voice,
"Since Hagrid said she Apparated away, I'm afraid she has returned to her master by now--"

Clang!

Frank ran to the door, stopped, and kicked the crumbling door hard. Then, the glass sliding door fell to the ground and shattered.

"But this isn't right, Hagrid!"

Hermione bit her lower lip with a confused look on her face.

"You said Bellatrix escaped from the Shrieking Shack. How did she know about the secret passage?"

"Perhaps Peter—"

Sirius looked very gloomy when he saw his cousin, who was like an indestructible cockroach, escape again.
"Perhaps Peter mentioned it to his master before, and Voldemort told Bellatrix."

There is no more reasonable explanation than this.

As for why Bellatrix was able to break through Amosstar's blockade, we can only think that Voldemort might have taught her some powerful magic.

The Longbottoms were all upset that Bellatrix had escaped, but they could not blame Amosita.

After all, to some extent, all the Death Eaters captured tonight were thanks to his planning.

Compared to Bellatrix, Sirius and Severus cared more about Amosita's promise.

"You can really make me--"

Sirius's hope of verification was no less than Severus's. He stared at Amosita blankly, and his trembling voice showed his desire and fear. He was afraid that this was just a lie told by Amosita to protect Snotlout and calm the feud between them.

"I mean the real James and Lily, not the flashback spell, but how is that possible, they're already dead-"

"This is not a matter for public explanation, Sirius -"

Amosta said,
"But I won't trick you with lies--"

"Can anyone tell me what happened while I was watching the pups in the Shrieking Shack?"

Hagrid said angrily that he felt that everyone knew about this and he was the only one who was left out.

"If you want a story you can wait till tomorrow morning, Hagrid!"

Madam Pomfrey seemed to be overwhelmed with emotion. She almost screamed,

"Anyone who wants to stay here overnight must go to bed, or leave the school hospital and fend for themselves!"

Even Dumbledore and Amosta felt reluctant to provoke Madam Pomfrey anymore.

"Come on, Horace, it's time for us to talk. Let's go to my... oh, or to the principal's office--"

Professor Slughorn, who was watching everything more tonight, shuddered his fat body. He tugged at his walrus-like silver whiskers, and fear flashed in his bulging little eyes.

But under the curious gaze of everyone, Professor Slughorn took a deep breath, as if he had already made a decision in his heart.

"Come on, Horace--"

Dumbledore was obviously going to intervene in the conversation as well, and he smiled gently at his old friend.

Horace glanced at Dumbledore, muttered something incomprehensible, and then walked out of the school hospital silently.

"Given the special circumstances of tonight, Minerva—"

Before leaving, Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall,

"Why not give all students a day off tomorrow? Professors also need a break--"

"Don't worry about it, Albus—"

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked fierce.
"Tomorrow is Saturday!"

The few chuckles that broke out finally diluted the tension between Severus and Sirius and the tension created by Bellatrix's escape.

In the deepest dark hour before dawn, even the weathered rock walls in the corridor, which were covered by the torchlight, were covered with white frost. The three of them returned to the small tower where the principal's office was located in silence.

Fox was sleeping soundly on the golden branch, and the frequent movements tonight were also quite a burden for him.

The huge office was not peaceful.

Besides the symphony of tinkling sounds from the many wonderful alchemical props Dumbledore collected in this office, a row of portraits on the wall behind the desk were also enthusiastically discussing what had happened tonight.

However, when the three people walked into the office one after another, they all shut up and looked eagerly at the three people who sat down on the sofa one after another.

"Would you like anything to drink, Horace?"

Dumbledore spoke in a calm tone.

Ever since he saw the notebook left by Tom, the question he had been thinking about was finally going to be answered, but Dumbledore still suppressed his excitement in his heart so as not to irritate this sensitive old friend and cause more trouble.

"Then... give me some -"

After a moment's hesitation, Horace nodded.

"I do need some alcohol to numb myself—"

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"What about you, Amosta?"

Dumbledore looked back at Amosta.

Amosta was looking at the sword of Gryffindor placed on the bookshelf by Dumbledore. The sword, which had been recast once, was emitting a milky white glow under the candlelight.

"Shirley's Bar, I also need to take a breath--"

Amosta said with a heavy breath.

Although he knew what Amosta and Dumbledore wanted to talk to him about and he had made his decision, Horace still couldn't help but feel afraid of what was about to be mentioned.

He lowered his head, held the wine glass with both hands, and contracted his belly to reduce his presence.

No one spoke first.

The same went for Amosta and Dumbledore. One of them continued to look at the sword of Gryffindor, while the other raised his withered left hand and stared at it in the candlelight, with a strange smile on his lips.

"What a shame, Albus--"

After a while, Horace was the first to give up. He pursed his lips and squinted his eyes at Dumbledore's withered hand.

It was obvious from his words that there was probably no hope of healing this kind of magical damage.

"Oh, I don't think there's anything to be sorry about, but Amosta——"

Dumbledore said humorously,

"Maybe it's time to think about how you're going to decorate this office once you move in—"

"I don't mind handling school business in my old office, Headmaster Dumbledore—"

Amosta smiled, lowered his head and took a sip of wine to hide the sadness that inevitably arose in his heart.

Horace didn't see it so clearly, but Amosta knew that Dumbledore really didn't have much time left.

Death can annihilate life.

For a wizard of Dumbledore's age, his health and energy are just illusions supported by magic, and his vitality is reaching the end of its rope.

Although the two have different views on how the wizarding world should develop, including how to deal with the problem of Voldemort.

But Amosta had to admit it.

Dumbledore did what he promised, and after deciding to return to Hogwarts, he gave himself enough respect.

Although Dumbledore did not agree with many of the things he did, he acquiesced as long as he was sure that Amos was working for a better future for the wizarding world.

But time is cruel.

Albus Dumbledore, who lived up to the title of the greatest wizard, will eventually retire.

(End of this chapter)