"There is a saying in my hometown, called the feast that is not dispersed in the world, which means that no matter how close the person is, there will be a day when you leave you, everyone may not understand now, but when you grow up, you will naturally understand!" Madara smiled.

We are destined to lose the people we love, otherwise how can we know how important they are in our lives.

The students were silent. Hermione's little blush had long since subsided, and her face was bloodless and as white as paper. At this moment, she knew that Madara had unconsciously had a pivotal place in her heart.

If you don't get it, you don't lose it. But once you have it, you never want to let it go.

"This half semester, I got along with you very happily, before parting, I have nothing to give you, but I hope you can remember that knowledge is important, but being a person is more important. Freedom and happiness cannot fall from the sky suddenly, everything depends on everyone's will and action. Life is not for oneself, if you understand the true meaning of the word guardian, I believe you will become a strong person! Never be presumptuous, you also have what you can do, no matter how humble you are, as long as you have a clear conscience! Madara recounted in a flat voice.

"Professor Madara!"

A few sobs were heard in the classroom. Neville wiped away his tears, Professor Madara was the last professor he had ever seen, and he had never looked down on him because of his stupidity.

There were a few little girls who forced themselves to cry, and they also secretly liked Madara.

Drake glanced at Madara silently, even though he hated Madara very much, but he admitted that Madara's lessons were absolutely impeccable. He got a lot of money.

"Finally, I wish you all happiness and happiness forever! Let's get out of class! Madara sat down in his chair and calmly glanced at the students below. They will never get a chance to meet here.

The students reluctantly left the classroom, where three more students sat in their seats, and they still didn't leave when the next class was approaching.

"Professor Madara! Are you really leaving? Harry walked up to Madara and asked sincerely.

"Hmmm! Later, at dinner, you go to the principal's office. Madara laughed.

A hint of surprise appeared on Harry's otherwise gloomy face.

"Let's go to class!" Madara slowly closed his eyes.

Harry said no more, and bowed silently. Walk towards the door. Ron hurriedly bowed, following in Harry's footsteps.

The footsteps faded away, and silence returned to the classroom. Madara opened his eyes. Glancing at Hermione, who was still sitting in her seat looking at him, she whispered, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Can you tell me where you're going?" There was a hint of maturity in Hermione's tone, and at this moment she didn't seem to be a little girl who was only twelve years old.

"I'm leaving this world!" Madara laughed.

Hermione's eyes widened. I don't know if Madara is crazy. However, Madara still doesn't look like he's fake. She looked down in contemplation for a moment, then looked up at Madara in horror, she seemed to understand Madara's identity, but it was amazing.

"You're really smart." As soon as Madara's words fell, the seat next to Hermione appeared in the next second.

"Professor Madara?" Hermione's body tensed, the look of horror in her eyes still did not subside, Madara was not from this world, no wonder he said that he would never meet again.

"You know what? There is power in your will to change the world. But if you don't use it, it will disappear. The patch was on Hermione's ear. whispered.

"Madara...... Professor! Hermione turned her head stiffly and saw the bright gaze of the spot, and her little face was flushed.

"If I asked you to leave this world with me and see a wider world, a lot of knowledge beyond your imagination, all kinds of worlds more mysterious than magic, would you be willing?" As Madara narrated, Hermione's face grew redder and redder, and there was surprise in her eyes.

"I'll give you a day to think about it, waiting for your choice!" Madara stood up and walked out of the classroom.

"Professor Madara, can I ever return to this world?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"Of course!"

The corners of his mouth turned up, pushed open the wooden door, and quietly walked away.

In the headmaster's office of Hogwarts, Dumbledore sat quietly in his chair, and there were three golden balls on the table, and a silver ball, and a black remnant, which looked like the cover of a book.

The bronze wooden door suddenly opened, but no one entered, but footsteps sounded in the room. Fawkes' eyes widened, scanning the surroundings for the source of the sound.

"You're here!" Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and said calmly.

Suddenly a young man appeared in the room, holding a cloth like mercury in his hand.

"Looks like you've succeeded." Dumbledore glanced at the cloth with a look of exclamation in his eyes.

"Return to its rightful owner!"

Madara tosses the Cloak of Invisibility onto Dumbledore's desk and sits down on a chair, having copied many of the Cloaks with multiplier liquid.

"When are you leaving?" Dumbledore asked in a low voice without looking at the Cloak of Invisibility.

"Tomorrow Christmas!"

Madara smiled at the corners of his mouth, the last thing he did in the wizarding world was to have a Christmas, which he had dreamed of for a long time.

"Time flies!"

Dumbledore sighed, what had happened in just a few months since he first met Madara was more strange than all the things he had experienced in his life.

"yes!" Madara said softly.

"Will you be back?" Dumbledore's eyes flickered as he stared at Spotted.

"It depends on the mood!" Madara laughed.

“……”

Dumbledore stared at Madara, as if trying to read his thoughts.

"Lie to you! I've got a lot of things to do, maybe I'll come back sometime, don't die! Madara smiled.

"......" Dumbledore couldn't laugh or cry, this great god was still like this.

"Voldemort's Horcruxes are the last two, let's deal with Voldemort tonight!" Madara glanced at the ball on the table.

The silver orb was the Slytherin locket, which was originally hidden in the Brac family's ancestral home, and two months ago he had Dumbledore tell Blake that he had gotten the locket from the house-elf Click, and then destroyed it along with the Ravenclaw crown found in the Room of Requirement.

So Voldemort's Horcruxes were the serpent Nagini, the diary of his youth, and Harry Potter, including Tom Riddle's diary, which he sent to find Derack's father, Lucius Malfoy.

In addition to getting the diary, the wooden clone didn't forget to search for it by the way. Now the Drak family is in an economic crisis, but according to Lucius's ability to cheat, they will soon return to normal, of course, now they will have to eat a few days and have a hard time.

"Have you found his whereabouts?"

Dumbledore frowned, he knew that Harry had a fragment of Voldemort's soul in his body, and he also knew that Nagini had been with Voldemort for many years.

"It's not difficult to find someone, as long as he's in this world, he will never be able to escape." The corners of the spotted mouth are upturned.

"Thank you!"

Dumbledore sincerely thanked Madara, and although Madara got into a lot of trouble, he really helped him solve Voldemort's problem.

"Don't be so polite! I promised others that I would do it. Madara said indifferently.

"You want to take Granger?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

"I can't hide it from you!" Madara smiled.

Dumbledore opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

"It's all up to her, I just can't bear to see a brain drain. She has a talent for changing the world, and if she doesn't use it, it will soon disappear and eventually revert to being dull. Madara said nonchalantly.

Dumbledore was silent, eventually sighing and not saying anything more. (To be continued......)