Now, Grindelwald was the only one left still in front of the eyes of the crowd.

He glanced back at everyone with a cold expression, and the old face could not see joy and anger, and then the scattered gaze in his slightly cloudy eyes condensed, and he suddenly raised his wand.

Professor McGonagall didn't think much of it, even though her brain was a little numb by the sudden reality, she immediately stood in front of the students, and raised her wand at Grindelwald as well, which was her instinct as a teacher.

But Grindelwald did not attack them.

"I don't have much interest in you weaklings. He coldly raised his eyelids and looked at the large group of people in front of him.

Then, slowly pointing the wand upwards in his hand.

A fiery, fiery dragon suddenly emerged from the tip of its wand, and violently sprang upward, dazzling and dazzling, wreaking havoc on the high floors, and the chaos of stones and bricks continued to fall from the heights, smashing on the ground, splashing flying smoke and dust.

He still had a zombie-like face, and his body gradually became transparent, and the phantom shifted away from the Ministry of Magic.

Gellert Grindelwald's departure seemed to signal the end of the battle.

But the terrible influence slowly began to erupt.

The outcome of this battle was enough to turn the already undercurrent of the British wizarding world upside down.

Then the air fell into a deathly silence, except for the crackling and burning sound of unquenched flames attached to the broken strips of cloth hanging from the bricks and the overturned seats in the ruins.

In order to prove his presence.

The fluorescence of those pale red flames in the large room was so dim.

Then a terrible cry pierced the silence.

Professor Turneloni seemed to realize what courage she had just done, and as her legs went limp, she fell to the ground and wept bitterly, tears blurring her eyes, and she took off her wide, old-fashioned glasses and rubbed her sockets.

Only then did they have the strength and consciousness to begin to grieve.

The rest of the students looked ahead with solemn expressions.

Men are restrained and serious.

As for the only two girls, especially Hermione, they were already sobbing.

Dumbledore fell across the veil and never returned.

The most powerful wizard in the wizarding world today, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, recognized as the greatest wizard of our time, the recipient of the Order of Merlin of the First Degree, the founder and confidential person of the Order of the Phoenix, the president of the International Federation of Wizards, and the chief magician of the Wizengamot.

Countless men with titles and honors died like this, leaving no corpses even behind.

There are no bones left.

Those titles seem a little ridiculous in front of the boundaries between life and death.

Because it doesn't make much sense anymore.

Ron looked sluggish, his freckled face numb, his eyes out of focus, and he stared at the mess in front of him, as if he hadn't reacted to what was happening.

Harry was the same, but quicker than he could react, and instead fell into a state of hysterics, now blaming himself for if he had arrived earlier, he would have been able to stop him.

"No, he's not dead, he'll crawl out later, he's not completely falling in, the professor might be waiting for us to save her!" said Harry hysterically.

He struggled to rush to the curtain, and then a powerful force restrained him.

"Harry, calm down!" Sirius hurriedly hooked his arm.

He wanted to rush to the curtain and pull Dumbledore back,

"Sirius, Professor Dumbledore just fell in, he's going to be fine! I'm going to get him out" Harry's legs kicked wildly, kicking Sirius, trying to break free of his godfather's restraints.

Then he only felt a pain in the back of his neck and a black eye. Lost consciousness.

It was Sirius who knocked him out before he passively "calmed down".

Lupin and Sirius then exchanged glances, and the former calmly took Sirius from his hand and carried Harry on his back.

Phoenix Fawkes, who had escaped just now, had now quietly flown to everyone's side, rubbing the tail of Hermione's robe humanely with its bright red tail feathers, as if to comfort her.

A tear or two of sadness squeezed out of its eyes, and if a shrewd merchant were here, it would have been heartbroken, and the precious tears of the phoenix had now fallen to the ground like a violent object.

Hermione sobbed.

She still can't believe this reality, how she wishes it was a dream.

The mournful and touching phoenix elegy rang out at this time, and Fawkes's singing echoed throughout the room.

The man who could most reassure them was killed by Voldemort's sneak attack, and his bones were gone.

Everyone looked sadly at the Department of Mysterious Affairs in front of them.

"He may have just gone to another world. Luna's eyes were misty as she looked at the drapery dancing in the wind, and her ethereal tone rang out.

Maybe she thought of her mother.

Then she closed her eyes, as if listening to Fawkes's singing, her head swaying slightly to the rhythm.

But a short time later, the girl suddenly opened her eyes again.

Half squatted down his body, and with his hazy gaze, he carefully looked at the flaming phoenix on the floor, as if he had noticed something abnormal.

Fawkes seemed to notice that someone was looking at it with a strange gaze, and the moving elegy was faintly noticeable.

Luna's gaze was even more peculiar.

And no one but Luna noticed this anomaly.

At this time, even the Weasley brothers, who had always been giggling, had a sad face at this time.

There's not much energy left to watch Fox perform.

Professor McGonagall's wrinkled, old face was full of sorrow, and her sunken eyes were staring at the curtain that had taken Dumbledore's life.

She took a breath, swallowed her grief, and said to the students with a trembling voice, "It's time for us to go." ”

As the vice-principal, she now has to deal with it calmly.

She bred her spirits and now rushed her students back to Hogwarts.

Voldemort might come back at some point.

Just as she was about to leave, there was a sudden sound from the stone door behind her.

Professor McGonagall tensed, and Flitwick and Snape moved closer to her, blocking the front of the students behind her.

A false alarm.

Because the person who came was none other than the current Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Dolores Umbridge.