The group of Yin Corpses, especially after smelling the smell of life, rushed to the entrance of the cave like crazy.

They were slow in their steps, but they were numerous, and they were almost irresistible in their mighty push.

Fortunately, no matter how wide the stone steps are, they can't accommodate the crowd of hundreds of Yin Corpses, they have no wisdom, only instinct.

They smell the living and arouse their only appetite.

Instinct sent them frantically surging in Malfoy's direction.

Becoming a so-called yin corpse is also a way to "live forever". Malfoy shook his head as he looked at the Yin corpse, which he probably didn't know had survived for hundreds of years.

The first thing that came to his mind was Voldemort.

It's just that the "eternal life" that the man tried, the way to survive, of course, would not be so low-end.

On the top of the platform was set up an altar, and the hideous serpentine stone pillar bent and spread all the way, stained by many pitch-black filth of unknown material, and a dark gem was placed on it, exuding a faint black luster.

It seems that a leader with some magical instincts has evolved among the Yin Corpses, transforming the suppressed magic array into their "barracks".

A steady stream of Yin corpses poured out of it.

The rotten pieces of flesh on the corpses were constantly cut by the wind blades summoned by some Malfoy's wand, mixed with some rags, and fell in batches.

But it seems endless.

But I don't know how, it was immersed in the ground, like a fertilizer full of nutrients splashed into the ground, absorbed in an instant, and somehow replenished into the altar of the platform not far away.

Malfoy was lost in thought, his wand still waving, and he continued to suppress the vast army of corpses.

This battle has been going on for some time now, with little end in sight.

He decided to do it quickly.

A pitch-black flame appeared in midair, flickering with a strange firelight.

The black terrifying flames clung to the group of ugly corpses like maggots on tarsal bones, and continued to spread upwards, and a large number of yin corpses were quickly incinerated with a foul smell, but more corpses poured out.

Even the fierce fire, which is claimed to burn immediately and incinerate upon encounter, cannot be burned out instantly when encountering an endless army of Yin Corpses.

From time to time, some black bats flew above their heads, opening their fangs, and pounced on the boy full of vitality in a very cooperative manner.

Malfoy's eyes froze, and he decided not to drag it out any longer.

Tap your wand.

A long arrow gradually formed in midair, its whole body fiery red, exuding a scorching temperature.

In an instant, the temperature in the cave seemed to be a few degrees higher.

Even if it is a flame conjure, the details are not inferior to the real bow and arrow, the slender arrow body is engraved with sharp runes, and the arrow also has a long blood groove carved into it.

It didn't work, though, because they didn't feel pain, and they probably didn't have blood.

Without the help of the bowstring, it still burst out with an extremely amazing impact.

With a "whoosh" sound, the demonic arrows full of black flames broke through the air, setting off faint ripples and waves of qi, penetrating the entire corpse group in an instant, leaving a large hole, and the flames spread wildly in all directions, as if they had received fuel.

In an instant, it disappeared like a low tide, and even the corpses that had not been affected by the flames for the time being lost their strength.

Perhaps the central hub that provides regenerative power has been broken.

Malfoy dragged his steps down the bumpy staircase to the wide platform, in front of the deep recessed altar.

He slowly bent down, and saw a crystal clear black gem with an indescribable sense of bewitching in it, lying quietly in it.

Just as he was about to harvest the spoils, he suddenly felt a hot sensation in his chest.

It was a warning from the two-way mirror in his arms.

"It seems that the pleasant adventure is coming to an end. Malfoy said to himself.

It had been a long time since Dumbledore had been in contact with him through a two-way mirror.

According to the agreement between the two, they will not be easily contacted.

And once connected, it means that something big is happening.

"It's a problem. Sure enough, Malfoy quickly shook his head helplessly after reading the information on the side of the two-way mirror.

"Do you have to go to Hogwarts once? He muttered to himself.

And at the same time as Malfoy decided on his future itinerary.

Professor McGonagall and her party soon returned to Hogwarts.

It also brought the sad news that Dumbledore had passed away.

Students, faculty and staff, alike, rarely gathered at noon and held a meeting in the auditorium to announce the news.

Even though Dumbledore is no longer the Headmaster of Hogwarts, the staff still see him as the Headmaster.

This seems to be taken for granted, there is no doubt about it.

Everyone was in a state of extreme shock and grief for a moment.

The news was like a bombshell thrown into the calm waters of the lake, making a terrifying splash.

Denial, doubt, acceptance.

After receiving the bad news, Hogwarts reacted faster than expected.

Maybe it's because of Professor McGonagall's prestige and so many witnesses.

Let them understand that this is an ironclad fact.

The meeting in the auditorium ended quickly.

Hogwarts was immediately closed.

The school board was immediately convened, and the school trustees from all over the world rushed back to Hogwarts to discuss it, using the Floo network or apparition.

In short, a series of domino-like reactions spread around Hogwarts.

It will also have a profound impact on today's wizarding society.

Tomorrow's Daily Prophet may record its highest sales in nearly a decade.

However, these far-reaching effects have no immediate effect on ordinary people for the time being.

They only know that they are in a deep sorrow.

The staff in Hogwarts were almost all calm, and even the students who had always been carefree seemed depressed. Some of them are more sensitive, and they begin to get up in fear.

Will Hogwarts really be safe without Dumbledore?

Students in delicate ivory towers saw the cruelty of war for the first time.

The first to leave them was their former headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest White wizard in the world

All classes had been suspended, and exams had been postponed, and almost all the students would have cheered if they had received the news in the past, and the noose around Nale's neck had loosened to keep them busy.

But they weren't happy at all.

Because the price is too heavy and expensive.

The trumpet of war, a symbol of war, sounded, and the first "gift" of fate to them was so cruel and heavy.

There was an atmosphere of mourning throughout the school, and many people did not fall asleep that night.

If Dumbledore dies, everyone may be sad, but they will try to accept it.

But to die unexpectedly is too cruel.

Or from Voldemort's sneak attack.

The Dark Lord, who had been dormant for more than ten years, showed his hideous fangs this time, and stabbed them fiercely.