Chapter 910 Phoenix Song

Malfoy was arrested and, without any struggle, was led out of the tower by Snape, grabbed by the scruff of the neck.

Almost all professors saw the process of him killing Dumbledore. The only reason Professor McGonagall didn't kill him on the spot was because of her sense of responsibility over her decades of teaching career.

Kyle also breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously looked around.

He knew that the real Dumbledore was nearby at this time, but no one knew where he was.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward.

Her face was pale, and she stared blankly at the open window, recalling the scene she had just seen. After a moment, she seemed to have suddenly had all her strength taken away, and she staggered and swayed.

Kyle was quick to produce a chair behind Professor McGonagall, preventing her from falling to the ground.

"What on earth is happening here..." Professor McGonagall said weakly, "Why... Dumbledore..."

"It's a conspiracy by the You-Know-Who." Kyle tried not to look at Professor McGonagall, "He cast a special killing curse on Malfoy's wand. If Malfoy fails to kill Dumbledore, the killing curse will rebound on him.

"When I arrived, Professor Dumbledore had already made his choice."

"He chose... Malfoy..." Professor McGonagall murmured, wiping her tears with a plaid handkerchief, "Yes, he will definitely do it... even if Malfoy wants to kill him."

"Oh..." Professor Flitwick let out a gut-wrenching sob.

Professor Sprout clutched her apron tightly.

No one spoke anymore, as if everyone was lost in fear and shock.

"Tell me what happened!"

At this time, Snape, who had taken Malfoy away, rushed back and rushed in angrily.

"Tell me, Draco...how could he have killed Dumbledore!"

Snape stared at Kyle, on the verge of exploding.

Of all the people present, he was probably the one who could least accept all of this.

It was not because of how deep his relationship with Dumbledore was, but because Snape could not believe that Draco Malfoy had completed the task assigned to him by the Dark Lord.

And before that, he didn't even know anything... on both sides.

I came here because I heard the call of the phoenix and wanted to see what was going on.

As a result, Dumbledore was killed right in front of him.

It’s really nice to meet Merlin!

"I don't know any more than you do, Professor Snape." Kyle said sadly, "After I got here, I only had time to take Malfoy's wand."

"Lie!" Snape obviously didn't believe Kyle's words.

"In that case, how do you know that the Killing Curse will rebound? Draco probably doesn't have time to tell you this!"

"I can see that." Kyle said calmly: "If you were here at the time, you would also see that it was a very recognizable black magic. Perhaps this was the purpose of the mysterious man. He never thought of hiding it..."

"Yes..." Professor McGonagall looked a little absent-minded, "Let Dumbledore choose between his students and himself. He will definitely protect his students."

Snape still didn't believe it.

Although Kyle's reasons were sound, Snape's intuition told him that it was a complete lie.

Kyle must know more than anyone else.

What they saw could never be the truth.

Snape ignored Kyle and jumped out of the window.

This action scared everyone for the whole day. They even thought that Snape was too upset and couldn't get over it.

However, the scene they imagined did not appear. Snape, who jumped out of the window, turned into a ball of black mist and soon found Dumbledore who had fallen into the bushes.

"Let me see what you are doing!" Snape took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and sprinkled it on Dumbledore.

The recovery potion can dispel the effects of the polyjuice decoction. He has been carrying this thing with him during this period.

But what he didn't expect was that Dumbledore's body didn't change at all.

Then he took out his wand.

"The curse stops immediately!"

"Transform and dispel!"

"Restore your original form!"

……

Snape cast several spells in succession, but none of them worked, and Dumbledore still lay there.

All this indicated that he was really dead... motionless, like an abandoned rag doll.

Snape was a little upset. He didn't believe this was a coincidence. Dumbledore must have been hiding something from him. This feeling of being kept in the dark made him extremely irritated.

But now is not the time to think about these things.

Because the tower windows faced the Quidditch pitch, many people saw Dumbledore falling.

The Quidditch match was forced to be suspended because the players on both sides no longer cared about the Quaffle and the Golden Snitch and all flew over here.

Although the professors blocked the area around the tower at the first moment, some players still used their superb flying skills to bypass the professors and get close.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed, swooping down on his broom.

"Go back!" The annoyed Snape finally found an outlet to vent his anger, and shouted mercilessly: "Put away your useless curiosity, Gryffindor will deduct 50 points!"

"You killed him!" Harry glared at Snape and roared, "You must have killed him, you are a Death Eater!"

"Shut up, you cocky, self-righteous idiot."

Snape's face was as gloomy as water. "You accused a professor without any reason, Potter. Your behavior is enough to deduct 100 points from Gryffindor, and you will also be detained until the end of the school year!"

Points deducted?

Confinement?

Harry didn't care anymore. Looking at the motionless Dumbledore and the hideous Snape, he just felt as if he was hit on the head by a Bludger. He could only hold on to the broom tightly to prevent himself from falling.

He knew that Snape was a Death Eater, but he never thought that he would dare to attack Professor Dumbledore!

At this time, a cat also jumped down from the tower.

But the cat's movements were a little stiff, and it even staggered halfway.

After falling to the ground, the tabby cat transformed back into Professor McGonagall.

"Professor McGonagall!" Harry seemed to have seen a savior, "Snape..."

"That's enough, Potter." Professor McGonagall pursed her lips tightly, "What Professor Snape just said is what I wanted to say. Now, go back to where you should be."

"But……"

"Gryffindor has no points left. If you still want to continue the Quidditch game, leave quickly."

"..."

"I see."

After a moment's silence, Harry turned his broom around and walked away.

He found that he seemed to have been really wrong. If it was really Snape who killed Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall would not be indifferent.

But who else could it be but him!

Dumbledore is dead, and Voldemort no longer has an opponent. Will he attack Hogwarts next...

Harry was so confused that he didn't notice which direction he was flying until someone stopped him.

"Hey, Harry, even if you are already in seventh grade, you can't just go into the Forbidden Forest so brazenly."

Hagrid grabbed the broom and pulled Harry down, "And what were you thinking about? You almost hit a tree just now."

"Hagrid..." Harry glanced at him, wondering unconsciously whether he knew about Dumbledore.

You probably don't know, Hagrid rarely respects Professor Dumbledore...

"Why aren't you talking?" Hagrid asked.

Harry didn't say anything, but changed the subject: "Where are you going?"

"Go find Kyle. He should be in the castle," said Hagrid. "Those centaurs are here again. They might cause trouble for him. I have to go and warn him."

In the past, Harry would have been curious about why the centaurs had bothered Kyle, but he was in no mood for that now.

"He may not be able to take care of such things now." Harry said subconsciously.

He remembered that when he flew over the tower just now, he had seen Kyle inside... That's right, he is a professor now, he will definitely not be driven away.

"It doesn't matter. Kyle didn't care anyway." Hagrid said, "By the way, weren't you playing Quidditch? What are you doing in the Forbidden Forest? Don't tell me that the Golden Snitch ran here."

After saying this, Hagrid himself started laughing.

"The game is over," said Harry.

"Huh? Why?"

"Because, Professor Dumbledore..." Harry suddenly became choked up.

"Dumbledore, he went to watch the game?" Hagrid looked down at him, somewhat absent-mindedly.

He wanted to find Kyle as soon as possible, tell him about the centaurs, and then go back to accompany the dragon.

"He was... killed."

"Oh." Hagrid didn't seem to hear what he said.

"Hagrid," said Harry again, "Dumbledore has been killed."

Hagrid was stunned for a moment, looking at him blankly, "What did you say about Dumbledore?"

"He's dead. Someone killed him in the tower."

"Haha." Hagrid couldn't help laughing. "I know, you must have lost the game, which is why you're not so clear-headed. Go relax with Ron and Hermione. Where are they?"

"I saw."

"impossible."

"It was in the Astronomy Tower. Professor McGonagall saw it, and Kyle was there too!"

Hagrid still didn't believe it, and when he looked at Harry, there was more sympathy in his eyes.

Poor Harry, he started talking nonsense because he lost the game.

"You must be seeing things." Hagrid strode towards the castle. "That was not a good joke. Luckily it was me. If the other professors had heard it, they would have deducted points from you... Gryffindor doesn't have many points to deduct nowadays.

"Oh, I saw Hermione. She's here to see you."

Hermione ran over from a distance and said breathlessly:

"Harry, I just kept calling you... and you ignored me, so... was the person who fell from the tower really Dumbledore?"

Ha, here we go again. Has even Hermione been led astray now?

Hagrid continued walking along the path along the grounds.

"What are they watching, a celebration for winning the game?" Hagrid looked at the dark crowd as they approached the castle.

It seemed that all the students appeared in front of the oak door. With his height advantage, he also saw Professor McGonagall in the crowd, and the one she was holding with her wand...

The expression on Hagrid's face disappeared and he began to quicken his pace, forcing aside all the students in his way with unprecedented rudeness.

It was like a buffalo charging into a herd of rabbits.

The people who were pushed away turned around angrily and wanted to say something, but when they saw the scary expression on Hagrid's face, they shut their mouths at the same time.

As Harry followed, he heard a groan of pain and shock emitting from Hagrid's throat.