Chapter 640: Brilliant Finale
Fawkes hovered over the tallest building in Hogwarts, his cries echoing and circling in the night sky.
Snape stood on the gap in the astronomy tower, condescending and with cold eyes. He grabbed Malfoy beside him, turned into a black cloud, fell to the ground, and said coldly---
"It's all over, it's time to go."
The Death Eaters reacted very quickly and followed Snape and Malfoy towards the door.
"Catch them, don't let them get away!!!"
The members of the Order of the Phoenix were still staring blankly at the figure that had just fallen from the astronomy tower, but Harry rushed to the battlefield and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"There are many obstacles!" A red light flashed.
A Death Eater who was at the end of the queue froze for a moment.
Followed by, "Collapse!"
The red light struck again, and it was the members of the Order of the Phoenix who reacted. Their eyes turned red and they chased after the escaping Death Eaters.
But sometimes, a step too late is too late.
The Death Eaters had made up their minds to go, and except for a few unlucky ones who were slow to run, the others walked out of the castle door and disapparated away.
Soul did not chase after him. In fact, it was he who cast the spell that knocked out one of the unlucky Death Eaters. Lights lit up one after another in the castle, and the bright yellow light dispelled the darkness one after another. On the lawn, shining on the driveway.
That light should have been warm, but it was extremely cold.
One after another, the confused little wizards in nightgowns walked out of the open oak door and walked to the lawn.
Suer stood at the front of the crowd, looking at the quiet figure on the lawn, who seemed to be sleeping. The half-moon glasses on the hooked nose were crooked, and the temples were twisted.
Dumbledore is dead.
A thin figure squeezed his way from the crowd behind Soul to the center. It was Harry.
He stood blankly in front of Soul, in front of Dumbledore's lifeless body, as if he had lost his soul.
Sobbing gradually sounded among the crowd.
Harry moved and knelt on the lawn. Thor could see his trembling arms, wiping the corners of Dumbledore's mouth with his sleeves, and stretching out his wounded fingers to straighten Dumbledore's crooked glasses. .
Soul knew that Harry had been studying with Dumbledore during this period.
Soul didn't know what he was studying, but Harry and Dumbledore had formed a bond. Watching an important person die in front of him was an unparalleled blow to Harry. Unlike the original work, Harry had not experienced it. After Sirius's death, this was the first time he faced death head-on.
Soul sighed softly and stepped forward to grab Harry's arm. Harry did not resist and was lifted up by Soul like a puppet on strings.
A loud wail pierced the night sky.
That was Hagrid's voice.
Harry also raised his head at this moment, trembling, and sadly---
"He's not dead, is he? Professor? He's just asleep, right?"
Suer looked up at the phoenix that had lowered its height at some point and was hovering over the crowd, whining, and said softly but firmly.
"He's dead, Harry."
Harry lowered his head.
The crowd grew larger and larger. In these ten minutes, many people arrived. They stood on the lawn, and the yellow light in the foyer stretched the shadows of the crowd.
The wind blew, carrying the Phoenix's sad songs, low sobbing, and wails farther away.
I don't know how long it took, but Suer gently patted Harry's shoulder.
"Go back, Harry, and get some sleep."
……
The castle was destined not to be peaceful that night, and the news of Dumbledore's death spread quickly like a big stone thrown into the black lake.
The Minister of Magic arrived with the Aurors.
The trustees of Hogwarts have arrived.
Everyone is here.
No matter how hard it is for people to accept, Dumbledore is gone after all.
Soul did not participate in the subsequent events. Regardless of his status as a member of the Order of the Phoenix, in this Hogwarts castle, his position was just that of a young Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
not to mention...
This is just an inevitable part of the plan...
By the way, in the Hogwarts Blitz planned and led by Malfoy, the infamous werewolf Fenrir Greyback did not appear, so Bill, the eldest son of the Weasley family, was not spared. Went to the ending of being bitten by a werewolf.
It's just that he didn't know whether fate had to pay a price or something. He was seriously injured, and a wound caused by black magic appeared clearly on his handsome face.
Bill also lost an arm, but the good news is that the broken arm was restored and can be reattached.
Everyone else was also injured, and Moody's prosthetic leg flew to nowhere.
However, compared to being bitten by a werewolf, these consequences are acceptable.
News of Dumbledore's death is still spreading, and everything seems to be back on the path it should have taken.
In the next two days, all classes were suspended, exams were postponed, some students were hurriedly picked up from Hogwarts by their parents, and the castle was extremely quiet.
During this period, Su Er went to the principal's office.
Everything about Dumbledore was covered with a black veil, including the deceased headmasters, and the roost where the phoenix once stood was empty.
The Sorting Hat on the stand sang its song, over and over again.
A brand new picture frame is hung at the bottom, that is Dumbledore. After many years, there is a new member on the portrait wall.
Soul stood in front of the portrait frame for a long time, and then left.
Dumbledore's funeral arrived, and Soul saw so many wizards in the wizarding world for the first time. He heard that even the Pig's Head Bar in Hogsmeade was crowded with arriving wizards.
He sat quietly on the chair at the funeral site and watched quietly as Hagrid held Dumbledore's body and placed him in a coffin covered with purple velvet.
A wizard wearing black robes with a white flower hanging on his chest walked up to everyone with a heavy face, stood at the head of Dumbledore's body, and began to review Dumbledore's life.
People once again got to know the world's number one white wizard.
His history is glorious and shining.
Low sobs began.
The man who had been leading the review of Dumbledore's achievements came down from the stage and drew his wand.
Everyone knew it was time to say goodbye.
People stood up one by one and watched quietly as Dumbledore's body was enveloped in a dazzling white light. The white smoke curled up and took on various strange shapes. Finally, it subsided, and a white marble tomb enveloped Dumbledore. Lido's body was wrapped inside.
The funeral is over.
A glorious generation finally comes to an end.
However, the real war begins now.
