The Death Eaters eventually fled for their lives in panic and left Hogwarts.

Prometheus was still a step too late when he arrived.

Escaped by the Death Eaters.

Snape pinned Harry Potter to the ground to prevent him from continuing to do something stupid.

Suddenly, a huge Dark Mark appeared in the sky of Hogwarts School.

It was bigger and more permeable than any of the Dark Mark Harry and the others had seen before, and all the students ran out of the castle in a panic, they didn't quite understand what was going on, but they could guess that it was definitely bad and had something to do with Voldemort.

It wasn't until Hagrid lay on the ground, crushing the corpse of an old man in a white robe, wailing and weeping, that they had to accept such a terrible truth.

Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world, is dead.

Died in the assassination of the Death Eaters.

Harry was dragged back by Snape, and he was devastated that his parents had been killed by the Green Light when he was very young, but there was nothing he could do about it.

When Sirius Black arrived, it was like this again, seeing with his own eyes that the other party was hit by the green light.

And this time it was Dumbledore again.

"I'm sorry, it was too late when I found out......" Sherlock was the last to arrive, intending to find the Death Eaters, but finding nothing, they fled quickly.

At least that's what Sherlock explains.

"Is this world coming to an end? Grindelwald still has a mysterious man, and now Professor Dumbledore has been killed, what could be worse than this, Sherlock you can't deal with two people at the same time......" Flitwick pursed his lips, as if thinking about the future of the wizarding world is darkness.

"Grindelwald is dead...... Professor Dumbledore spoke to me before he died......" Harry said in a deep voice.

The professors all asked Harry what was going on.

And Harry told everything he knew.

Sherlock took out his wand, and the huge magic power was displayed, letting the worried teachers and students know that even if Professor Dumbledore died, Grindelwald died with him, but they still had Sherlock on their side.

Even in the evil camp, Voldemort was the only one left.

The more powerful this is, the more it will be able to appease the minds of these people.

"All the evil is gone!" Sherlock waved his wand and shouted.

From the tip of the wand passed a scalp-numbing magic, an extremely strong beam of light like thunder pulled from the bottom up.

This magic light directly shattered the dark mark in the sky, and at the same time, it also shrouded the entire Hogwarts in a new layer of magical protection.

It was Dumbledore's magic that had been protecting the place, but now it was Sherlock......

Moreover, some keen professors have found that Sherlock's magical protection is stronger and purer than Dumbledore's.

Could it be that this kid has surpassed Dumbledore, that was a terrible thought in the minds of those professors.

But it also reassures them.

The Minister for Magic, Fumond Mephisto, led a large group of Aurors to arrive, and the news of Dumbledore's death reached the Ministry of Magic, which simply shocked them.

Portraits of the Ministry of Magic are screaming everywhere, and Fumond must lead a large number of Aurors to keep the students safe.

"For what happened tonight, my heart can only mourn, he is a good principal, a professor, a teacher, a loving old man, but this time should unite us and hold on to the light in our hearts in the face of darkness."

Fu Mund tried to adjust his tone and said calmly, "The Aurors will be stationed at Hogwarts for this time, and ensure everyone's safety, and no dark forces will reach into Hogwarts. ”

Although Fumond tried not to worry about the students, the children were still grieving.

Not only was Dumbledore killed, but more importantly, Sherlock will graduate this year, and wizards throughout the wizarding world believe that he will definitely enter the Ministry of Magic and become an Auror as a Wizard after Sherlock's graduation.

He will even be at the forefront of the fight against Voldemort.

Hogwarts will no longer be the safest place in Europe, perhaps the Ministry of Magic will.

Now that it can be seen as a time of war in the wizarding world, who would be so stubborn as to have their children leave their families and go to school in times of war, and the school will become unsafe and turbulent.

They had been in the Great Hall until the next morning, and the Daily Prophet would be carrying the biggest news of the day, and what could be more incredible than the deaths of Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

According to Harry, the Aurors sent by Fourmond found his body beneath the ruins of the cliff where Dumbledore and Grindelwald had once shown.

Grindelwald's corpse.

"There's nothing I can do, at this time, Sherlock my son, you must know that the pressure on me as Minister of Magic at the moment is quite huge, and even our Mephisto family has reached a very dangerous state, and you must serve in the Ministry of Magic after you graduate."

Fu Mund continued, "You will be the Supreme Head of the Executive Department of the Ministry of Magic, no less than the head of the Auror Office. ”

"I have my own plans." Sherlock shook his head and retorted.

"This is the school...... When you graduate, we'll go home and talk about it. Eventually, Funmond left the school with a few Aurors, and he would not reappear until Dumbledore's funeral.

The wizarding world doesn't know what the chaos will be, and as the Minister of Magic, I have to go back to preside over the overall situation.

All classes were suspended and all exams were postponed.

Over the next two days, some of the students were hastily picked up from Hogwarts by their parents, and the morning after Dumbledore's death, the Parvati twins left without breakfast, and Zacharith Smith left the castle with his swaggering father.

Seamus Finigan flatly refused to go home with his mother, and they quarreled in the foyer until his mother agreed to stay at the funeral.

Seamus later told Harry and Ron that his mother had a hard time finding a bed in Hogsmeade, as so many wizards, both men and women, had flocked to the village to say their final goodbyes to Dumbledore.

In the evening of the day before the funeral, a powder-blue carriage the size of a house was pulled by a dozen huge, winged silver-maned horses, flew from the sky and landed on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The younger students were excited, they had never seen anything like this before.

Harry watched from the window as a tall, imposing woman with black hair and yellow skin stepped out of the carriage and threw herself into Hagrid's arms, who were waiting there.

At the same time, a delegation from the Ministry of Magic, including the Minister himself, Fumond, was arranged to stay in the castle.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were with Asinsha all day.

The sunny weather seemed to taunt them.

Harry couldn't help but imagine how good it would have been if Dumbledore hadn't died.

Now that it's the end of the semester, Ginny's exams are over, the pressure of homework has been relieved, and they're together all day...... He knew what he had to say and what he had to do, but he put it back hour by hour because he was reluctant to give up what gave him the most comfort.

"I thought you were somewhere, but it was a good idea for me to find you."

The sudden interjection startled Harry and them, and they felt a slight sense of relief when they saw that it was Sherlock.

That would be the last hope of the wizarding world, the only one who could stand up to Voldemort head-on.

Sometimes Harry thought to himself that being called a savior was, how could he compare himself to someone like Sherlock.

"I see that you are all sad, Asin Sha has cried with me several times, I am sorry for Dumbledore's death, if some of the shortcomings can be detected sooner, then it will definitely be stopped." Sherlock said.

Harry blushed a little, he was there, but he didn't see who did it, but it was definitely a Death Eater.

In that case, if it hadn't been for Harry next to Dumbledore but Sherlock, the dead would have been the Death Eaters.

Suddenly, Harry remembered that Sherlock and Professor McGonagall had told him not to go to Dumbledore.

It was only after Harry went to find Dumbledore that the two of them came back together and met the Death Eaters who had broken in.

If I had come back later, it might have been different.

Maybe Dumbledore would be out for a few days.

Harry took the blame for all of this on himself.

"I have something for you." Sherlock suddenly pulled a pendant necklace out of his sleeve and handed it to Hermione.

The Gryffindor cubs all came up to see it.

Hermione gently broke the pendant, only to find a note inside.

To the Dark Lord

I was dead before you read this

But I want you to know that I found your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.

I'm willing to die because I want you to meet an opponent

Can be killed.

.B.

“. What is it? Harry was puzzled, even by the others.

"An absolutely righteous person may also be an organization, but we can be sure that he is on the side of the Dark Lord." Sherlock said.

"Professor Dumbledore thought he had found a Horcrux and brought it back after paying a certain price, but he didn't expect this Horcrux to be a fake, but he was not disappointed, and even a little excited, because Hogwarts is not the only one in this world, the Order of the Phoenix is doing things against the Dark Lord, and some people even found out that Voldemort has a Horcrux early and intends to destroy it......"

Sherlock looked at Harry, and finally said, "We are not alone on the side of the light. ”

"Thank you, Mr. Sherlock!"

"It's nothing, Harry remembers, death is not the end, I am the one who has died, so I know the world of time, death is just the beginning of another adventure for us, I think Death will be holding a big welcome party to welcome Dumbledore, it will be very lively."

Sherlock finished and left.

They fell silent and everyone fell into deep thought. B's speculation.

The next morning, Dumbledore's body will be buried.

Harry hadn't attended a funeral before, and when Sirius died, there were no bones left to bury.

He didn't know what it would be like.

What will he see? How will it feel? He was vaguely worried.

He didn't know if Dumbledore's death would be more real to him after the funeral.

Now, sometimes that terrible fact almost knocks him down, but more often than not, his heart is blank and numb.

Despite all the people in the castle talking about it, he still had a hard time believing that Dumbledore really didn't exist anymore.

The next day, Harry woke up early in the morning to pack his belongings.

The Hogwarts Express will depart one hour after the funeral.

He went downstairs and found the atmosphere in the auditorium very oppressive.

Everyone was dressed in tuxedos and robes, and no one seemed to have much of an appetite.

Professor McGonagall left the throne-like seat in the middle of the faculty table.

No one sat in Hagrid's chair either.

Harry guessed he might not be in the mood for breakfast.

Snape was talking to Fourmond, their eyes always looking around, as if they were worried about the school's future safety.

Today will be the graduation season of Year 7, and after Dumbledore's death, it will be impossible for the only remaining powerhouse to stay at Hogwarts unless he repeats a grade.

This is not a very good thing, which makes the eldest young master of the Mephisto family seem a little embarrassed to repeat the grade.

All of them stayed for a short time, and then went to Dumbledore's funeral.

The place where the funeral was held was packed with people, and it was the first time Harry knew that Dumbledore's voice was really good.

Minister Fourmond was about to make the crucial speech, but Sherlock was in a different position, standing at the top of the school tower, and the way he attended the funeral was a little peculiar, but no one would have an opinion, because who knows what the demented Death Eaters would do to go too far.

Somewhere outside in the darkness, the phoenix was singing a poignant elegy in a way Harry had never heard before.

As if his own sadness had been turned into an elegy, echoing through the windows of the schoolyard and castle, Harry felt the elegiac tune in his head, not in reality, as if his own grief had turned into an elegy, echoing through the windows of the school and castle.

Harry didn't know how long they had been standing there and listening, or why they had been comforted by the song of mourning, but it had felt like a long time.

Phoenix was leaving today, too, and Harry thought he might meet Fawkes somewhere.

Just as Dumbledore left Hogwarts, the phoenix would fly away.