Chapter 567 Fake corpse? An old man's last plea (1/2)

Chapter 567 Fake corpse? An old man's last plea

"We are Death Eaters, right?" Alecto asked, minding his own business. When did Death Eaters have to worry so much?

"Yes, you are Death Eaters, but Death Eaters do not mean that you can be unscrupulous and do whatever you want." The Missing Body said seriously, "Death Eaters serve the Dark Lord, and he will not want you to destroy the school, because In his opinion, this school will be the cradle of Death Eaters in the future.

He also wouldn't want you to kill innocent people in school, because these students are all Death Eater reserves. "

"Tch!" Bella curled her lips, "What you said may make sense. We can be a little more restrained, but that will be the reign period in the future. We will not be polite to anyone who dares to resist us now, whether he is a pure blood or not."

"This... I can't control it." The missing body said sarcastically, "Hogwarts is still very important to me. If possible, I would like to graduate from this school and have no regrets. I hope you will Don’t embarrass me too much.”

"What qualifications do you have to say such a thing?" Amycus sneered.

"It would be of no benefit to me to take the initiative to tear up the contract, and it would even be quite dangerous." The missing body spread its hands helplessly, and then changed the subject, "But before I was captured by Voldemort, killing a few people is not a problem. Yes, you'd better pray not to get too close to me at that time."

After the words fell, Fenrir was unmoved, Bella looked sarcastic, but a trace of nervousness flashed in the eyes of Amycus and Alecto, because not surprisingly, their brother and sister will be the controllers of Hogwarts in the future. .

"Stop talking nonsense." Bella looked at Draco, "Do it, do it quickly."

"With all due respect, Bellatrix," the Missing Body said, "You are really pushing things too far. Your nephew has never killed anyone in his life. You have to give him some time to brew for the first time! "

"Shut up." Bella said coldly, "Don't think that I don't know what you want to do. Don't have any wishful thinking. The guards below are too busy taking care of themselves. No one will come to save Dumbledore."

"This is your honor, do it quickly.

Hurry! Draco, right now..." Bella's voice rose a little higher, with a bit of aggression.

Draco's right hand trembled even more, making him unable to aim.

Harry, who was hiding downstairs, knew he couldn't wait any longer. Aaron seemed unable to take action. He was the only one who could save Dumbledore now.

He carefully raised his wand and pointed it at Bellatrix through the gap in the stairs.

But then Snape came over, made a silencing gesture to Harry, and walked up with his wand.

Snape climbed up the tower unhurriedly. At this moment, Draco seemed to feel that he had been saved and almost put down the wand in his hand.

"Okay, the person I was waiting for is here." The Missing Body said relaxedly, "Slytherin's dean, it may be a bit reluctant to fight four...five, but it may buy Dumbledore some time.

If it doesn't work, then it can only be said that this is life. "

Harry looked up at this scene, his heart was extremely complicated. He really couldn't tell which side Snape was on now, and he could only hope that Dumbledore didn't trust the wrong person.

"You may be disappointed." Bella said proudly, and the other three Death Eaters also had smiles on their faces.

"What do you mean?" the missing body asked, pretending to be confused.

"Severus..." Dumbledore looked at him almost pleadingly, "Please..."

Snape pushed Draco away and stared into Dumbledore's eyes. The calmness on his face was replaced by hatred and disgust, and then pointed his wand at Dumbledore.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A ray of green light hit Dumbledore's chest, and he flew backwards, falling to the ground from the highest point of the tower.

boom!

The four Death Eaters all ran to the fence and looked down. They all smiled excitedly when they saw Dumbledore lying motionless on the lawn.

Bella shouted and pointed her wand at the sky. A dark mark appeared in the clouds, and a long snake emerged from the black skull's mouth, exuding a terrifying atmosphere and announcing the victory of the Death Eaters.

"This is how the prophecy came true." The missing body said solemnly, and then looked at Snape, "Professor, I don't particularly understand your approach."

"Quite simply, I have never been loyal to Dumbledore.

But my acting skills were so good that he never doubted me. Snape sneered proudly, "If you want to take refuge with the Dark Lord in the future, you can come to me at any time. As a teacher, I don't mind introducing my own students." "

"This... forget it!" The missing body waved his hand, "I don't think a lunatic like him will end well in the future."

"Arrogant!" Bella was furious, "How dare you disrespect the Dark Lord."

"Disrespectful?" The missing person picked his ears indifferently, "Who are you trying to scare? Although I still can't beat him, I have beaten him at least."

"you..."

"Abe!"

Roar!

Abe passed through a white magic circle and became the size of a person, standing in front of the missing body.

"Remind me, I have the right to defend myself, but my pet has the right to attack.

If you want to do it, you can try it. "

"There's no need to be so tense." Snape stood up and said, "Bella, business is important. The Dark Lord will settle things with him sooner or later. We have to leave as soon as possible now."

"Let's go." Bella pulled Draco and pushed him out of the door. Fenrir and the Carlo brothers followed closely behind. Snape took a deep look at Harry Potter hiding downstairs. Followed.

After they all left, Harry, who was filled with anger, couldn't bear it anymore, picked up his wand and chased out desperately.

The missing body watched this scene helplessly and did not stop it.

Harry is still safe now. Voldemort takes that prophecy too seriously and will kill Harry Potter himself. Without his order, the Death Eaters will not and dare not kill Harry.

Besides, Professor Snape is still here, and he will definitely not let anything happen to Harry.

The missing body held Abe, who had returned to the size of a cat, in his arms, standing on the tower and watching the battle taking place on the campus.

Professor McGonagall, Lupin, Tonks and others were fighting with the Death Eaters, and people from the Ministry of Magic were also involved. Various spells were flying everywhere, explosions were heard frequently, and walls and glass were constantly shattered in the fight. .

Ginny, Ron and Neville also rushed out at some point. The brother and sister each picked a Death Eater to fight with each other. Neville was more unlucky and was hit by a curse and fell to the ground after a while.

At this time, crimson three-dimensional characters appeared on the ground and spread at an extremely fast speed, forming a defensive barrier to protect the common rooms of the four colleges.

"Clea? You should have dragged Hermione along with you. What a good idea." The missing body murmured. There is not much danger in setting up a barrier, but it is of great significance, even more important than the self-defense battle below.

After a moment of silence, the missing body jumped down from the tower and flew to Dumbledore's body.

"You died a happy death, but you have hurt me. I'm afraid your life in the future will not be easy." The missing body looked at Dumbledore's peaceful face and was very speechless in his heart.

Then he seemed to have thought of something, gritted his teeth and took out a bottle of emerald green solution from Abe's pocket, "It's really an advantage for you, I only have one copy of this stuff."

boom!

The missing body opened the cork of the bottle, and the strong breath of life spread from the mouth of the bottle.

But before he could feed Dumbledore, a withered right hand stopped him.

The missing body opened its eyes in shock, and there were hundreds of millions of grass and mud horses galloping past in my heart.

Damn it, this shouldn't be considered a corpse scam!

The Death Curse is a death curse. This is what the books say, and most wizards think so.

But the strength of a wizard is essentially determined by magic power. If the magic power gap is too big, the effect of the Death Curse will be reduced. Barty Crouch Jr. dared to pretend to be Moody when he was teaching at Hogwarts. This is why the junior wizards tested the death spell on him.

But Dumbledore was too exaggerated. The fatal curse on his right hand, the poison that weakened the magic in the cave, the Avada Kedavra released by the junior Grand Magister, and the unprotected free fall all together did not kill him. , this can no longer be explained by fate, unless...

"Professor, you really surprised me!" The corners of the Missing Body's mouth twitched, and deep envy and jealousy filled its heart. "You were able to break through the threshold of the Holy Magister before you died."

"I went to Grindelwald, it was a deal between old friends.

I don't know when I will die, and only with his help can I decide when death will find me. "Dumbledore's voice was thoughtful, but there was a hint of relief on his face, "Aaron, I know you have done a lot secretly to fight Voldemort, and I also want to thank you for your contribution to this school. "

"Save your strength!" Missing Body raised the resurrection potion in his hand, "If you don't want to experience death, just drink it. You have experienced too many fatal blows this day, and even the Holy Magister cannot bear it."

"Don't waste your time on me." Dumbledore said with a smile, "It's time for me to leave. Only in this way can Harry grow up in the shortest possible time."

"You, you...what are you trying to do?" The missing body asked very puzzledly, "It shouldn't be difficult for the Holy Magister to defeat Voldemort!"

"No, my combat power has not improved much, and he is infinitely close to the Holy Magister.

The situation will still not change. I can defeat him, but I can't kill him. "

"There's no need to die then!"

"I'm too tired, and this isn't death, it's just a new adventure." Dumbledore seemed to be looking back, his face more rosy, "Before I leave this world, I ask you to do one thing for me. ”

"Protecting Harry Potter?" the missing body sneered.

"Yes, I hope you can help me complete that prophecy." Dumbledore said very sincerely.

"Why?"

"This is also helping yourself. I didn't expect you to sign such a contract with Voldemort. Now it seems that it is not a good idea."

"The main reason is that I didn't expect you to die so quickly." The missing body scolded me depressedly, "You have been wary of Voldemort for decades, and you only lasted a year when you came to my place. What a bully.

As long as you hold on for three to five more years, it won't be so difficult for me. "

"Life is unpredictable, isn't it?" Dumbledore blinked teasingly, "After I die, only by protecting Harry can you avoid the sheep falling into the tiger's mouth."

"But I have to go like this after all." The missing body shook his head at Dumbledore, and sneered meaningfully, "Professor, you have a good vision in selecting people, and Professor Snape will definitely implement it to the letter. your order.

But unfortunately today, I was moved by my emotions, and Xiaozhi Yili got part of your plan from him. Harry, a living Horcrux, must be killed by Voldemort himself. Do you think I don't know? "

"Ah..." A flash of embarrassment flashed across Dumbledore's face, "It's better to be later than earlier, right?"

"Haha! There still needs to be more trust between people.

Don't think I can't see that you simply want me to be part of your plan, to protect Harry before he is killed by Voldemort. "The missing body watched the life on Dumbledore's face drain away little by little, and gave him a middle finger unceremoniously, "I don't want to despise you at this time, but I really can't help it! "

Dumbledore: ...

"Honestly, I can choose to believe in prophecies or not.

For example, right now, I choose not to believe it. "

With that said, the missing body unreservedly displayed its magic power in front of Dumbledore.

White light emerged on his body, as if he was covered with a sacred coat. The pale white light was very conspicuous in the night, but it only appeared for a moment and quickly restrained itself. Only Dumbledore could clearly detect it.

"You..." Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise, and he murmured to himself: "A seventeen-year-old great mage, I dare not say that he will become a god, but his sanctification is a certainty."

"Absolutely!" The missing body waved his hand sheepishly, "This is my confidence. When I was in the Department of Mysteries, I accidentally inspired the power of the dragon, and I was able to fight Voldemort on a par, but that situation was very difficult. Difficult to copy.

But now that I am the Archmage, even if I don't rely on that power, I am still confident of escaping from Voldemort with my own abilities and the trump cards I have always hidden.

Also, Professor, I feel the need to remind you that I have never used my full strength. "

Hearing this, Dumbledore fell into a brief silence.

In the past few years, he had been paying attention to Harry's growth, and even his friends who were close to him had also come into his sight. But Aaron was really unpredictable, and it seemed that the hard battle in the Department of Mysteries didn't force him to do anything. Play all his cards.

"I still hope you can try your best to help Harry." Dumbledore said with difficulty.

"Do you want to be so stubborn?" The corner of Missing Body's mouth twitched slightly, "Professor, you don't know how troublesome that is, right?"

"I know this is a bit difficult for you, but..." Dumbledore's voice became weaker, "But following the prophecy is... the safest.

He is already a peak-level Grand Mage, and any accident may push him further.

I don't know where your confidence comes from, but what if you don't escape from Voldemort, can you bear the consequences?

So...please, this is an old man's last plea. "

After the words fell, Dumbledore closed his eyes forever, leaving his body of thoughts messy in the wind.