Undoubtedly, both Evan and Harry had a lot to say to Dumbledore, but they didn't know how to say it.

These were some of the most difficult words for anyone, and an inexplicable sense of sadness filled the three of them. In the face of the sudden news, the two of them have a lot of things to confirm with Dumbledore, and the most difficult thing of all is whether Dumbledore can not die!

Even if he explained it, it wasn't death in the true sense of the word, it was magic.

Death is a must-have element of this unbeatable spell, in the sense that the actions that must be done with the casting material, spell or wand are the same. Without going into too much detail, death is no more here than a wand shake.

But life itself gives the word "death" a more distinctive meaning.

No matter who you are, you will not feel easy in the face of death.

The same goes for Evan and Harry, they can't be indifferent and tell Dumbledore to die in peace and go back early as if nothing had happened......

Compared to Harry, Evan may have thought more and was more sensible.

If Dumbledore's departure was something that was meant to happen, it could not be changed, and what they needed now was not to lament in vain, but to think about how to use it to their advantage to the greatest extent and make the situation unfavorable to their advantage.

For example, to make Voldemort think that Dumbledore is really dead!

Or take it a step further, follow Dumbledore's script and make Voldemort think that Dumbledore was killed by Draco Malfoy or Snape.

Presumably, Voldemort would be ecstatic to learn of Dumbledore's death, and he wouldn't pass up any opportunity to make him stronger.

He should have realized something was wrong with his wand since the last duel with Harry, and he should have started investigating the secrets of the Elder Wand!

Evan had to admit that letting things go as planned seemed to be the best outcome, and that it was highly feasible, and that it was an event he was trying to avoid, and now it seemed that it had to happen!

After explaining everything clearly, Dumbledore seemed to be draining all his strength.

He looked extraordinarily weak, and on their way back, he didn't say much.

In fact, he passed out in a coma on the way.

If he wasn't sure he was still breathing, Evan might have thought he was dead.

Evan never thought Dumbledore would be like this.

This powerful wizard has come to the end of his life, and he is now waiting for the Grim Reaper to come!

Evan remembered the last conversation he had with Dumbledore on the Azkaban Tower.

"Professor, are you ready to meet the Grim Reaper?"

"Of course, I just need to make it more meaningful now. Dumbledore said lightly, "Aven, death isn't terrible, it's actually like finally going to bed after a long day. And, for the most sober-minded, death is just another great adventure. We should greet death as if we were old friends, and depart happily with him as equals. ”

"Will you come back then?"

"Perhaps, I might choose to keep going. ”

"We won't be able to bear you, Hogwarts can't live without the Headmaster. ”

"Hogwarts has survived for millennia because of its will, the unique qualities of its four founders, not because of a particular wizard. Dumbledore said slowly, closing his eyes, "We're going to win, Aven, I'm too tired, let me rest for a while, there's a lot of work to do." ”

After about ten minutes, Aven, Harry, and Dumbledore were back on the dark roads of Hogsmeade, the warm summer breeze blowing in their faces, the fog and the smell of the sea were gone, and the three of them looked extremely embarrassed, their clothes dripping with water.

There was silence all around, and the night was deep.

In the distance, a few street lamps and a few brightly lit windows upstairs were the only source of light.

"Wake up, Professor, we're back!" said Aven, taking a deep breath.

"Go back to the castle...... Remember, what I need is...... Professor Snape ...... "Dumbledore opened his eyes, he wasn't in a much better shape than he had just been, "Bring Severus to ......"

"We'll take you back now, hold the Professor, Harry!" Evan said, and as soon as they helped Dumbledore out of the alley, they heard footsteps.

Mrs. Rosmerta ran down the dark street towards them, wearing plush high-heeled slippers and a silk dressing gown embroidered with a dragon.

Evan pointed his wand at her, paused slightly, and lowered it again.

"When I closed the bedroom curtains just now, I saw your apparitions appear! Thank God, thank God, I don't know what to do...... Huh, Albus, what's going on?" she paused, her eyes wide, and she looked down at Dumbledore.

"He's hurt. Evan said.

"There's been an accident, we're going back to Hogwarts. Harry followed, "Lady Rosmerta, could you please ......?"

"No, you can't go back to Hogwarts right now. Mrs. Rothmerta said quickly, "Didn't you find it, didn't you see it?"

"See what?Rosmerta, what's going on?" Dumbledore looked up.

"Black, Dark Mark of the Devil, Albus. She pointed to the sky in the direction of Hogwarts.

Aven, Harry, and Dumbledore looked away, and sure enough, there it was, hanging over the school: the dazzling green skeleton with a serpentine tongue spitting out of its mouth. Whenever a Death Eater breaks into a building, no matter where they kill someone, they leave such a mark......

Harry's eyes widened, and fear filled his heart.

Evan narrowed his eyes, and the scheduled script began!

"When did the Dark Mark appear?" Dumbledore asked, struggling to his feet, his hand gripping Harry's shoulder.

"It must have been a few minutes ago, when I let the cat out, it wasn't there, but when I got upstairs......"

"We need to go back to the castle at once. Dumbledore said that he was using his will to control his body, "Rosmerta, we need transportation, broomsticks......"

"There's one behind my bar, and I can give it to the three of you!" Rosmerta said, looking horrified, "Arbus, do you want me to run and get it?"

"No, Harry can do it. ”

Harry immediately raised his wand, "Rosmerta's broomstick is flying!"

A second later, they heard a loud bang, and the front door of the bar was slammed open.