"Is there another way?" Jon asked softly as he looked at Dumbledore with some confusion.

He didn't understand, if there really was a way, why didn't Dumbledore tell himself until now?

"Gellert told me that...... After you went to him a few months ago......" Albus Dumbledore's voice was calm, a little unusual: "Horcruxes are used for soul splitting...... The essence is to tear apart one's own soul with the help of the soul of the other target after killing one......"

"When any creature is killed, its soul becomes very, very weak, and decays at a very rapid rate...... There is no doubt that under normal circumstances, it will not be able to do much damage to a cursed soul such as a Blood Cursed Soul. The corners of Dumbledore's mouth suddenly showed a confident smile: "However, if the slain wizard is strong enough and has the subjective will to fight against the Blood Curse Soul, then it will be enough!"

Jon, who was listening carefully to Dumbledore's words, suddenly changed his face, he raised his head and looked at Dumbledore in disbelief: "Professor, this can't be ......"

"To be honest, I've been through a long time of ideological struggle...... Dumbledore said with a smile, "I've been thinking that maybe your method might work, maybe Miss Greengrass would recover, and then I wouldn't have to do it for me......"

"But now it's obvious that you've failed, so ...... As far as my personal opinion is concerned, I feel that exchanging my dying life for a life of fifteen or sixteen years old is a very disadvantageous thing for the god of death......"

"No!" Jon denied it flatly, almost shouting, "Professor...... You can't do that......"

"It's a pity......" Dumbledore shook his head, "Jon, I won't follow your personal wishes this time!"

Almost as soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, several hard vines suddenly appeared on the wall of the Room of Requirement, and Jon was firmly tied to the wall...... Now, he couldn't move.

......

Jon was almost out of breath.

But the vine that bound his neck quickly loosened, allowing him to breathe easily.

"Professor......" His voice was a little crying: "We can't trade lives for lives......"

"No, Jon, you're still young, you don't understand......" Dumbledore waved his hand at him, "For old men like us, death isn't a big deal......;

"Many years ago, when Ariana was killed, I thought about death...... Dumbledore said calmly, "but I know that I need to stop Gellert, it's my responsibility, and after Gellert was defeated by me, the new wizarding world needs my help, and when the Ministry of Magic recovers and Tom's power expands, I feel it's my responsibility to stop ......him."

"All my life, I have lived for all kinds of responsibilities, and I have never lived a day for myself in my life...... So death is a real relief for me!" Dumbledore's mouth showed a smile: "Because what I really want to do is to spend time with my parents and my sister when I can rest......"

"But you still have a responsibility...... Voldemort is still alive...... He's getting stronger......" Jon argued loudly.

"So, I'll leave it to you!" Dumbledore said lightly, "Hogwarts has chosen you...... You have a talent that I can't match, you have a great intellect, and you have a noble character...... In many ways, you are better than me, and you are destined to do better than me...... Don't tell me you can't, if you can't even handle a Tom, I'll be very, very disappointed......"

"Professor...... Professor Dumbledore...... I ask you to ......"

Jon's voice grew quieter as the vine that bound his neck tightened.

"Actually...... What really made me up my mind was what Aberforth had written in his letter half an hour ago!" Dumbledore said faintly, "he told me that Miss Greengrass looked a little like Ariana...... Aberforth is right!"

......

Dumbledore ignored Jon and walked over to Astoria and picked up the locket in her hand.

Wipe it clean with the placket of his coat, and then he put the locket back in the girl's hand.

Then, the red light that surrounded Astoria gradually dissipated.

At the same time, the girl's face turned pale again...... Like the Animagus, her face began to distort little by little, and her body began to become slender and slender......

As Albus Dumbledore's spell on her vanished, the Blood Curse Spirit began to take control of her body.

"......No," Jon shouted in vain, but nothing came out of his mouth.

The ten-foot-long serpent reappeared in front of him, and the serpent stared at the old wizard in front of him.

Dumbledore smiled and closed his eyes.

The serpent opened its bloody jaws and pounced on him—

Blood trickled down Dumbledore's neck, and he slowly fell on his back like a big tattered doll......

He's dead!

......

At the same time, the serpent was also struggling in pain on the ground.

It was as if there was an invisible force suppressing it.

Astoria began to regain its original form little by little, and at the same time, the locket in her hand began to be surrounded by black light.

Jon knew very well that it was Dumbledore's soul, and that he was helping Astoria drive the soul of the Blood Curse into the Horcrux.

The soul of the blood curse is weakening at a rate that is almost visible to the naked eye...... Compared to Albus Dumbledore's soul, its power is nothing compared to its power.

The locket was quickly filled with blood spell souls...... There is hardly any breath of a monster soul left on Astoria's body.

Everything is so simple...... It's so easy.

But......

A tear flowed from the corner of Jon's eye.

The vines that bound him were gone...... It only means one thing...... Albus Dumbledore, really left him.

Jon walked quickly to Astoria and "snatched" the Horcrux from her.

The soul power in the Horcrux could be clearly felt, and Jon's heart was filled with anger and hatred at this time.

Dropping the Horcrux full of Blood Curse souls on the ground, he raised his wand and roared angrily:

"Avada Kedavra!"

......

The Horcrux was destroyed......

The Blood Curse has also been lifted......

Astoria Greengrass was unconscious on the ground, her breath faint...... But she's alive and very healthy, healthier than ever!

However, Headmaster Dumbledore, only a cold corpse remained.

Jon cried as he hugged Dumbledore's torso...... He reached out and straightened the half-moon-shaped glasses on his hooked nose, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and then looked down at the old face full of wisdom, trying to face the unacceptable truth......

Suddenly, Jon's crying stopped.

He shuddered, and looked up—

Dropped Dumbledore's body, then got up.

It's not over yet......

Because he suddenly heard a voice in his head, the voice from his "sixth sense".

The effect of the elixir is not over yet!