Umbridge wore a pink cardigan, not a work uniform, and looked extremely fancy, with several cat-like creatures embroidered with white silk thread.

She was surrounded by a couple of Aurors, and the stars surrounded her like a moon, and she walked briskly from behind the stone door.

"Is the duel over?

Then she saw the mess in front of her, screamed, gasped a few times, and asked in a little panic.

"Dumbledore died, killed by a sneak attack by a mysterious man, and fell into a curtain from which it was impossible to escape. Professor McGonagall said heavily.

"What? it can't be!" she said in horror, widening her pine bubble eyes and breathing heavily.

Then he glanced at Professor McGonagall.

"They're all witnesses," Professor McGonagall gestured behind her.

Umbridge froze, and after a while, he relented and accepted the message, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"This news must be kept secret for the time being!, or there will be a big mess in the wizarding world!" she quickly emphasized as soon as she came back to her senses.

"I refuse to cooperate with your thoughts. Professor McGonagall's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

She guessed a few points of Umbridge's thoughts.

Disgusting for this woman's ugliness.

Until now, she is still concerned about her official position.

"Death is not something to be ashamed of, and it is not worth covering up, especially since he died for the sake of the stability of the wizarding world. Professor McGonagall continued, solemnly.

"McGonagall, I'm the Minister, and I have to think about the bigger picture, and I order you, in my capacity as Minister of Magic, that this information must be kept secret. ”

"I'm the Deputy Headmaster of Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall stared straight at Umbridge with her eagle-sharp gaze.

"You're just trying to keep where you are. ”

Umbridge was frightened by her gaze and took a few steps back, but it was the Aurors behind her who held him up, and another tall man walked up to Umbridge.

The man has a strong appearance, his stiff hair is kept short, he is not smiling, and his hair has a faint grayish-white color.

"Delix, help me stop them. Umbridge was hitched by two Aurors, commanding with a swagger.

The man stretched out his wand and stared viciously at one of the Hogwarts students and teachers, as if they couldn't leave without a promise.

Just then, Flitwick, who was beside Professor McGonagall, quietly recited a spell, and no one noticed him due to his small stature.

With a bang, the already unstable ceiling above everyone's heads made several noises, as if something had fallen, and it seemed that it was a pure black iron lamp, which hit the head of Delux fiercely.

The huge impact made a muffled sound, and the strong man swayed a few times before fainting.

"How dare you attack the Aurors, I'm going to arrest you!" Umbridge said in disbelief, and then screamed, no longer pretending to be that delicate voice, and looking irritable and rude.

"No, it's just that the ornaments hanging from the ceiling have suddenly fallen due to the disrepair of this place. Professor McGonagall replied politely and restrainedly, just listening. They were all a little angry.

"Let's go, colleagues, kids, I think we need to think about what we need to do now. ”

McGonagall said to the group, ignoring Umbridge.

The group hurriedly walked away from the place, and the remaining two Aurors did not dare to stop them.

Maybe there will be some other "accident" such as disrepair.

Hermione's steps were a little vain and stiff.

The same is true for the others, whose bodies mostly maintain an inexplicable involuntary tremor.

That's because of grief.

Only Snape remained cold, and it seemed that Dumbledore's death had no effect on him.

After that one night.

He should no longer feel deeper grief for the loss of anyone.

As the group was about to leave the lowest level of the Ministry of Magic and re-enter the elevator to leave, Luna looked back at the arch not far away, which was not supported by any wall, and the broken black drapery that hung on it, still fluttering.

Even if there is no wind around, the scene is so eerie.

The girl muttered faintly, "Maybe Mr. Headmaster is still in this world." ”

Not so long ago, thousands of miles away from the Ministry of Magic, there was a battle in full swing, but it was slightly different from the battle that took place at the Ministry of Magic.

It is a battle between the living and the dead.

Rather, it was the battle between the long-vanished Draco Malfoy and countless Yin Corpses.

It is also said to be a site where Salazar once set foot in.

The entrance to a cave that has been sealed for hundreds of years has a new face today.

With a flick of his wand, the stone door in front of him instantly shattered and flew, opening up a passageway.

In stark contrast to the narrow entrance of the cave, after a few steps in the gloomy cave and holding up the wand for illumination, I suddenly found that it suddenly dawned.

The cave was hollowed out, and a huge platform was carved out under the knife and axe, and a wide stone staircase was built on top of the platform.

There are several gray-black stone pillars on it, and carved stone snakes are wrapped around the pillars.

According to the information given by Salazar.

It's an altar for a wild wizard who has gone mad.

Whether it is a wizard or a Muggle, except for Voldemort, a birth defect that cannot be avoided due to the previous generation, there are always various triggers for normal people to fall.

This wizard is no exception.

An uneducated wild wizard wishes to try to use the power of magic to resurrect his lover.

It's just that even the resurrection stone, one of the three holy weapons, can't be truly resurrected, so how can a wild wizard do it easily?

The resurrection was supposed to have been unsuccessful, and instead created a monster.

His spirit could not bear the blow, and he fell into endless madness.

When Salazar traveled here, almost all of the nearly ten nearby villages had fallen into the paradise of the corpses.

Everywhere is full of resentment and unwillingness.

He deftly subdued the wizard who was somewhat heading towards the "necromancer".

But in the face of countless resentments that were unwilling to condense, he was helpless, and even Salazar himself could not be completely purified.

Only a few circles can be set up, hoping to heal over time.

According to his estimates, by now, the resentment should have almost dissipated.

In fact, on the contrary, the magic circle used to suppress evil thoughts has lost its effect, and may have been infected.

The Yin Corps seemed to be spreading out of it in an endless stream.