The Avada Curse was blocked by a wall of dirt, and the shattered clods of dirt were scattered all over the place. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info everything came to an abrupt halt, except for the anxious cries of the Death Eaters.

Something burst out of the dirt and bit Dumbledore's neck. With a single blow, black blood gushed out from two small wounds.

The python hovered at Dumbledore's feet, and Voldemort screamed excitedly in a parseltongue after the capture.

Phoenix fell from the sky, and the python raised its head and prepared to attack again. He picked up Dumbledore and pressed his hand to his neck, blood running between his fingers and dripping in the dirt.

Dumbledore is dead.

The snake venom had taken his life almost instantly, and it was no worse than the Avada Curse, Fawkes lay beside his charred fingers, wailing.

The curse had spread to his face, and his skin had become charred and rough. The strange lines add a sense of horror.

"Well done," Phoenix said in a complicated Parseltongue tone, "I didn't expect you to come by surprise—"

"Dumbledore is dead!" the snake spat out the letter, "now get down on your knees and beg for mercy, maybe I can consider sparing your life." ”

In response, Phoenix jerked his wand, and the flames surged out again.

"Are you sure you can still fight with me?"

Voldemort returned to his human form, his pale and distorted face filled with ecstasy. But the magic backlash made him slump and his arms tremble uncontrollably.

But he still managed to revoke the fire, but he didn't take any further action. His purpose has been achieved.

"Dumbledore—dead!" he turned into black smoke and rose into the sky. The high-pitched voice pierced everything, and Phoenix felt that the people of the castle could hear it too. The ground, the sky, everything around them trembled with this shout, as if there was some kind of resonance.

The Death Eaters summoned broomsticks, followed by Voldemort. As soon as it flew out of the boundary of the anti-phantom shifter, it disappeared immediately.

Phoenix calmly casts the Copy Charm on the Elder Wand, taking the real wand into his arms. The wand was pointed at Dumbledore's sweaty cheek and whispered a spell as if humming some kind of song.

Slowly moving along the edge of the black trace, gradually the black mark began to fade - not to lift the curse but to make it invisible to the naked eye, but a kind of beautification, so that he could go 'clean' on his last journey.

Scrimgeour and McGonagall appeared in front of him at about the same time.

McGonagall saw Dumbledore slumped to the ground, seemingly unaware that he was dead.

"Albus-it's okay--he needs to go to the hospital-"

"He's dead. "Phoenix tells the truth. His voice also traveled far away, and the Aurors and Ministry of Magic officials who followed closely behind him could hear it clearly.

"No," it was hard to imagine Professor McGonagall having such a voice, which sounded so scary, "how-?"

"The fire didn't burn Voldemort, it was a snakeskin—it molted and escaped, and I blocked the blow for him—" Phoenix softly closed Dumbledore's eyes, released the hand that was holding the wound, and began to remove the spell on his arm. His mind was more about what to do when Dumbledore died, and his death came sooner than expected, and Phoenix didn't expect Voldemort to make such a bold and subtle move.

Scrimgeour stared at Dumbledore's corpse, the corners of his mouth twitching unnaturally, his forehead bruising, and his hands clutching his wand.

"Stop-stop-don't get over," Percy nudged to stop the Aurors, all eager to catch a look. No one believed that Dumbledore was dead without seeing it with their own eyes, "Go see the students first, okay, don't gather around here." ”

The Aurors reluctantly walked away.

There were only three of them left around Dumbledore's body, and Scrimgeour and Professor McGonagall watched quietly as Phoenix removed the traces of the spell.

"Well, that's all I can do. Phoenix stood up and wiped the blood from his hands, he needed to be quiet and clear his mind.

"Take care of the aftermath, Minister. ”

Scrimgeour didn't respond, and Phoenix nodded at Professor McGonagall, sobbing loudly and wiping her eyes with a handkerchief.

"Mr. Peverell, come to my office at once, I'll be there in a moment. ”

Professor McGonagall glanced at the body one last time, then turned resolutely towards the castle. Phoenix hesitated and left.

Fawkes had recovered, and it lightly touched Dumbledore's cheek with its beak before flying high into the air. An elegy is sung around the castle, and the sound of music vibrates in the air, making people fall into an indescribable sadness unconsciously.

The hallway seemed empty, and the only sound was the singing of a phoenix in the distance. In the event of the resignation or death of the Vice-Chancellor, the Vice-Chancellor shall act as the Rector with all the rights until the new Rector takes office. The Rector's Office, now Professor McGonagall's office.

Without a sound, he climbed the spiral staircase and entered the circular office. Everything in the office was still the same: silver instruments swirled and spewed smoke on the thin-legged table, Gryffindor's sword glittering in the moonlight in the glass case, and the Sorting Hat was still on the shelf behind the desk. But Fawkes' perch was empty, and the phoenix was still mourning and singing an elegy on the grounds.

A new portrait has joined the ranks of the late Headmasters of Hogwarts House - Dumbledore sleeping in a golden picture frame above his desk, half-moon glasses framed on his hooked nose, looking serene and serene.

He stood in front of the window, and Scrimgeour was still standing like a statue. The bodies have been moved, and the Aurors have disappeared.

Phoenix was also dizzy in his mind, things were very unexpected, and there was a hint of unreality. Voldemort eventually killed Dumbledore. He also gained the power of the Elder Wand, but fortunately, he did not know or heard of the legends about the Hallows.

Phoenix's fingers ran over the old wand in his pocket.

At this point, Professor McGonagall led Sprout and Professor Flitwick into the room. She glanced at Dumbledore's portrait and made a strange gesture that seemed to harden herself.

"Professor Snape has Dumbledore's mission and can't come. I'll let Mr. Peverell represent Slytherin," Professor McGonagall said, glancing at Phoenix standing by the window, and continued, "You may also pass on the results of our discussion to the Board. ”

"I am the board. He corrected.

"Well—everybody knows what's going on, and I'd like to talk about where Hogwarts school is headed," she said quickly, without the slightest hint of surprise, "and I personally don't think our school will be able to continue next year." Dumbledore's death for school was a terrible thing for parents, who would keep their children at home. ”

"I'm sure Dumbledore must want us to keep running the school," Professor Sprout said, "and I think the school should be open as long as one student wants to come to school." ”

"Since you can represent the Board, Mr. Peverell," Professor Flitwick said in a high-pitched, thin voice, "we have to play by the rules." It is up to the board of trustees to decide whether or not to keep the school going. ”

Phoenix turned, sweeping across the professors' faces.

"Hogwarts will keep going. "As long as someone comes to school, we'll continue." If the Ministry of Magic falls, I think Voldemort will also let Hogwarts open again, and there is no need to make more of a move and let the students delay their studies in vain. ”

"Well, if- so be it. ”

"Now, how to send students home -- there is an opinion that sooner rather than later. If necessary, we can arrange for Hogwarts Agents to come over tomorrow—"

"Aren't you going to let the students go to the funeral?" Phoenix turned to look at Dumbledore who was asleep, and he wouldn't wake up until after the funeral, "If Dumbledore wants to sleep here, he should do so." ”

"Well—" Professor McGonagall said, her voice trembling, as if she had lost a little decisiveness, "I-I know that Dumbledore's wish is to rest here, at Hogwarts-"

"Hogwarts should be Dumbledore's final resting place. Professor Flitwick said.

"Absolutely. Professor Sprout said.

"In that case," Phoenix said, "wait until after the funeral to send the students home." They should say goodbye to the principal. ”

"Well said," exclaimed Professor Flitwick, "well said! Our students should be grateful, and that's fitting." We can arrange for them to go home after that. ”

"Agreed. Professor Sprout yelled.

"So be it, I'll negotiate with the ministry. ”

Phoenix saluted the portrait of Dumbledore, gently led the door, and left the Headmaster's room. (To be continued.) )