Chapter 625 There is no more White Devil in the world
The fight between the two was indistinguishable for a while. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Death Eaters were able to safely evacuate the school. As soon as they walked out of the coverage area of the anti-Apparition spell, the Death Eaters disappeared one after another.
The sounds of disembodiment sounded one after another, and soon the door of Hogwarts was empty. Although they looked a little embarrassed when they evacuated, Voldemort and the Death Eaters were the winners tonight.
Cutting all the way from the Ministry of Magic to Hogwarts, although the corpses of the companions left behind piled up in piles, the losses were worth it in terms of the results alone.
When the Death Eaters were almost gone, Voldemort no longer planned to entangle with Ada.
Ada had nothing to do with him, but if those Aurors also rushed up, no matter how powerful Voldemort's magic power was, they would still be furious on the spot.
Seeing the opportunity, Voldemort hit Ada with a powerful black magic, causing an explosion in an instant, sending earth and rocks flying, and smoke and dust billowing. Facing the dust and rubble that blocked the sky and the sun, Ada had no choice but to stop and no longer bully her body to attack.
When the smoke cleared and the dust settled, Voldemort had already retreated far away, and Ada and the others had no way to keep him anymore.
The night wind blew the sleeves of Voldemort's robe, and the Dark Lord, whose face was as pale as the Inferi, said: "Dumbledore is just the beginning, and it will be your turn next, Esmeralda Drizzt."
The black fire had been extinguished. Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix had heard Voldemort's harsh words, and their performances were different.
During the crisis at Hogwarts, Dumbledore never showed up, and many people already had speculations in their minds. It's just that this kind of speculation makes them feel ridiculous. Dumbledore is dead or was killed by someone. How is it possible?
Of all the people present, only Harry witnessed the murder of Dumbledore.
Hearing Dumbledore's name again, Harry in the crowd felt his stomach churn. His limbs were trembling, his whole body ached, and every breath he took was a stab of pain.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Hagrid's voice was like thunder.
The hybrid giant was once so afraid of Voldemort, but now he bravely contradicted him because he did not believe that Dumbledore was dead.
Hagrid's big furry head kept shaking. He looked at everyone around him, hoping that someone around him could tell him: Albus Dumbledore was not dead.
But reality is always cruel. No one can stand up and say that Dumbledore is not dead.
Harry, who was shaking all over, clenched his fists and looked directly at Voldemort across the crowd, filled with rage!
"Albus Dumbledore is dead, but it doesn't matter." Ada said, her words sounded cold-blooded and even a little unhuman.
Everything tonight confirmed what Voldemort said was true, Dumbledore had really left this world. Everyone was saddened by this unfortunate news, and some even felt like the sky was falling.
"The world will continue to go on without anyone else, and its resistance to you will not stop because of his death." Ada continued, "When one Dumbledore falls, there will be more Dumbledores standing. Come out. You never understand that, Mr. Riddle."
Ada's voice was not loud, but the evening breeze carried her words to everyone's ears, giving everyone the strength and courage to continue to resist.
Voldemort first looked at Harry in the crowd with disdain, and then looked at Ada. He said mockingly: "Then who is the next Dumbledore? The vulnerable Harry Potter still took his You with a magic wand?”
Ada was not very sure whether King Arthur understood the human heart, but Voldemort certainly did not understand the human heart.
He thought that severely damaging the Ministry of Magic would stop people from resisting the Dark Lord's rule; he thought that Dumbledore's death would make people completely lose the courage to resist; he thought that death was the focus of life.
However, some people die, leaving only a handful of loess and a few bones; some people die, but they are still alive despite death, and their names are immortal.
"There is no shortage of heroes in this world. Everyone can be Albus Dumbledore." Ada replied, "This is why you are doomed to fail, Mr. Riddle."
Voldemort laughed wildly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
In Voldemort's view, Ada was only able to speak so brazenly because she was as powerful as him. In Voldemort's eyes, only strength and immortality are the most important.
"I hope you can be as sharp-tongued as you are today when you beg for mercy from me, Drizzt." Voldemort said coldly.
Perhaps due to the love potion, or perhaps due to his childhood experience, Voldemort lacked a complex thing called "emotion". In his world, there will never be "a spirit that dies and a role model that remains."
"That won't happen, Mr. Riddle," Ada said contemptuously. "Even if the night swallows everything, the sun will still rise."
A strong wind blew up and swept away Voldemort's figure. He didn't want to waste any more time with Ada.
Everyone has a different understanding of the world, and no one of them can convince anyone else, and they don't have to convince anyone else.
In silence, everyone walked quietly towards the castle. More and more windows were lit up. The appearance of Voldemort and Death Eaters disrupted the night at Hogwarts.
The oak door swung open before them, lights illuminating the driveway and lawn. Slowly, the people in pajamas walked down the stairs in confusion, looking around nervously, looking for traces of Death Eaters who escaped in the night.
Many people had gathered under the Astronomy Tower, and they found Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, lying on the grass. His eyes were closed, and from the angle of his arms and legs spread out, he looked like he was fast asleep.
The crowd was murmuring, and some were crying quietly. Even seeing it with their own eyes, it was difficult for people to accept the death of Albus Dumbledore.
Harry made his way through the crowd and knelt beside Dumbledore's body. He stretched out his hand to straighten the half-moon glasses on his aquiline nose, and wiped the blood on the corner of Dumbledore's mouth with his sleeve.
Ada stood aside, staring at the old face full of wisdom. She had known for a long time that Dumbledore would die, and although she would feel sad, she felt that she could accept it.
After all, Dumbledore is over a hundred years old, and death may be a relief to him after all.
However, when Ada saw Dumbledore's body with her own eyes, she found it difficult to accept this cruel fact, but she had to accept it. She couldn't even shed tears like others, let alone cry loudly. She was Esmeralda Drizzt.
Ginny walked out of the crowd, took Harry with her warm hands, and left with Harry who was confused and in pain. As Harry left, more and more people gathered around. Everyone knew about Dumbledore's departure, and sobs, shouts and wailings pierced the night sky.
Ada was still standing alone. She reached out and took off her robe, and gently covered Dumbledore's cold body.
It's really naughty. He has a lot of gray beard at his age, but he doesn't know how to take good care of himself. It's cold and windy at night, but he still lies on the ground in the cold.
From now on, no one will ask Ada whether she wants woolen socks. From now on, no one will argue with Ada about whether fudge is sweeter or sizzling honey. There will no longer be anyone with a magic wand to tell her what to do. .
Not anymore, Albus Dumbledore.
A crescent crescent emerged from the clouds, but was suddenly obscured by dark clouds, and it was pitch black under the astronomical tower.
I don't know who raised the wand first, and then everyone raised their wands. The little glow of the fluorescent spell was dispelling the darkness.
Ada also pulled out her wand, the Elder Wand that once belonged to Albus Dumbledore. She pointed her wand at the sky and whispered, "Lumos!"
The bright light broke through the layers of dark clouds, and the bright moonlight shone down, raising a silvery glow.
Those who burn themselves will eventually become stars brighter than the light of day. They will never die or leave. Ada could only comfort herself in this way.
