Chapter 385 - Volunteer to die? - Hogwarts: I can load entries infinitely!

Several people stared at the golden beam of light; the air seemed to freeze and the tension reached its peak.

Lupin's body was stretched to its limit, sweat dripping down his forehead, his legs trembling slightly, reason and instinct pulling at each other wildly - he almost turned around and ran.

In comparison, Sirius was in much better condition, but he also felt that suffocating threat.

His fingers were slightly curled up, his brows were furrowed, and a rare look of vigilance appeared on his face.

Dumbledore remained calm, his posture slightly leaning forward, his steps steady, his gestures ready, he was like a cheetah ready to pounce, ready to face unknown attacks at any time.

However……

They held their breath and waited for a while, but the street was still dead silent, with only the echo of the wind blowing through the dilapidated buildings ringing in their ears.

...No unusual movement.

…There was no attack.

Even the oppressive feeling in the air seemed like an illusion and gradually dissipated at this moment.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly teasing, yet also revealing a strange sense of unease.

"No... what about the 'powerful being' you mentioned?"

Dumbledore's brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were deep, as if he was quickly analyzing something.

He raised his head and gazed at the golden beam of light that pierced the sky, and a gleam of understanding flashed in his eyes.

Then, he shook his head gently, his voice low but firm:

"Someone is stalling for us. Come on, do as I say now."

Lupin and Sirius looked at each other, still feeling as if they were being stared at by some terrifying being, but they did not hesitate, each forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in their hearts, and immediately went their separate ways.

Sirius took a deep breath, gripped his wand tightly, and rushed towards the dilapidated buildings around him at a rapid pace, scanning the dark windows and crumbling door panels vigilantly, looking for people who might have survived.

Lupin gritted his teeth, turned around and ran towards where Hermione and the others were hiding. He had only one thought in his mind - to send them away first. Even if only one person could survive, there was no time to waste.

Dumbledore walked straight towards the direction of the golden light.

His steps were steady and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He kept scanning both sides of the street, alert to any danger lurking in the dark.

His palms were slightly raised, his muscles tensed, ready to deal with any monster that might jump out from the shadows.

However, just as Sirius and Lupin entered the building, Dumbledore's pace suddenly changed.

He seemed to casually turn into an abandoned shop, and after making sure that no one was watching, he paused slightly, reached his right hand to the waist of his robe, and took out something in a very covert manner.

A small box embossed in gold.

Chocolate Frog, the most popular flavor nowadays.

Dumbledore skillfully tore open the packaging of the chocolate frog. With a flick of his fingertips, the box opened and a tiny chocolate frog suddenly jumped out.

However, its escape journey lasted only a fraction of a second - as soon as it landed.

He was suddenly imprisoned by magic, his whole body was instantly wrapped in gold foil, and he stayed stiffly on the ground, motionless, as if he was carefully coated with a layer of gorgeous wrapping paper.

Dumbledore didn't even look at the chocolate frog, and twitched his fingers slightly.

He took the chocolate frog card that came with it directly out of the box, then casually placed the empty box on the table beside him.

He looked down at the card in his hand - the image in the center was himself, the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore.

The "Dumbledore" on the card blinked in the small frame and raised his head slightly, as if he was also looking at his real self.

But the real Dumbledore was obviously not interested in this. He glanced at his serious and wise portrait impatiently, then raised his fingers and tapped the card seven times.

despair!

The knocking sound echoed in the silent shop, and with the last knock, the picture on the card suddenly changed - the image of "Dumbledore" who was originally sitting upright began to change rapidly.

His facial features became slightly younger, his waist-length silver-white beard became much shorter, and his robes were completely changed, no longer the iconic star robes.

Instead, he wore a bright floral shirt and a pair of casual pants that looked extremely casual, and his entire temperament suddenly changed from a knowledgeable wise man to a leisurely traveler who loved beach holidays.

The young version of Dumbledore in the card showed a pleasant smile to the real Dumbledore, and said with a hint of sarcasm:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Dumbledore in the shop rolled his eyes, his tone showing undisguised impatience.

"So, the chocolate frog manufacturer gave you dividends?"

Dumbledore on the card shrugged with an ambiguous smile on his face.

"Of course not, they just give me an image fee every year."

Dumbledore in the shop snorted coldly, obviously not believing it.

"Then why did you design this communication method to be one-time?"

Dumbledore in the card smiled slightly, with an expression that said "isn't it obvious?"

"Wouldn't it be nice if every time I contacted you, I could remember to eat a chocolate frog?"

The real Dumbledore glanced at the chocolate frog wrapped tightly in gold foil on the ground. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes were cold as if he was watching a ridiculous prank.

He ignored the self in the card and simply shut his mouth, looking like he was too lazy to argue.

The Dumbledore on the card then restrained the smile on his face, his eyes became serious, and his tone revealed a sense of unquestionable decisiveness.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. You should also understand that the situation this time is most likely an Advent ritual. The most important thing right now is to ensure Harry's safety - he is now in Gringotts."

Upon hearing this, the real Dumbledore frowned and his eyes flickered slightly, obviously thinking quickly about how to respond.

His voice was slightly deep, revealing a hint of worry.

"What about Deveraux? And... Snape?"

The Dumbledore in the card pondered for a moment, as if weighing his words.

He looked at himself in reality and spoke slowly.

"Don't worry, Devereux. I think letting him face a more powerful being will be a kind of experience for him."

He paused here, the usual smile on his face disappeared a little, and his eyes became soft and heavy.

"As for Snape..."

The real Dumbledore's expression changed slightly, and his brows furrowed even more tightly, while the self in the card just sighed softly, with an indescribable apology in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but he's probably gone."

The air seemed to stagnate at this moment.

The expression on Dumbledore's face in reality was extremely complicated, as if he was struggling and unwilling to believe.

After a long silence, he spoke in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse.

"So...he volunteered? Voluntarily died?"

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