"Very good," Dumbledore muttered. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info "So the Death Eaters can help you by entering the school through the Borgin Burke shop...... Clever plan, very clever plan...... As you say, right under my nose......"

"Yes," Malfoy seemed oddly inspired and comforted by Dumbledore's praise, "yes, that's right! ”

"But there was also a time," Dumbledore continued, "wasn't it, weren't you sure if you could fix the Vanishing Cabinet?" So you resort to some crude and shoddy means, such as trying to give me a cursed necklace, which is bound to be given to someone else...... Poisoned in mead, even though I only had a small chance of drinking ......"

"Yes, but you still haven't noticed who's behind the scenes, have you?" Malfoy sneered as Dumbledore slid down the wall a little, his legs clearly weakening, and Harry struggled in vain and silently to break free from the magic that bound him.

"Actually, I did," Dumbledore said. "I'm sure that person is you."

"So, why didn't you stop me?" Malfoy asked.

"I tried, Draco. I command Professor Snape to keep an eye on you—"

"He didn't obey your orders, he promised my mother—"

"Of course he'd tell you that, Draco, but—"

"He's a double agent, you stupid old fellow, he didn't work for you, you just thought he was!"

"We have to admit that we have a disagreement on this matter, Draco. I happen to trust Professor Snape—"

"Well, then, you're losing control of him!" Malfoy sneered. "He's always wanted to do me a favor, he wanted to keep all the accolades for himself, he wanted to know what we were doing. What are you doing? Did you do the necklace thing, that's stupid, it might mess everything up—'But I didn't tell him what I was doing in the Room of Requirement, he would wake up tomorrow morning and find that everything was over, and he would no longer be the Dark Lord's favorite person, he was nothing, nothing compared to me! ”

"Very satisfying," Dumbledore said mildly. "Of course we all like to be appreciated for our hard work...... But you must still have an accomplice...... Someone from Hogsmeade, he's going to be able to give Katie that thing......" Dumbledore closed his eyes and nodded, as if he was going to sleep, "It's Rosmerta." How long has she been under the Imperius Curse? ”

"You finally know, don't you?" Malfoy taunted him.

There was another shout from downstairs, louder than the last.

Malfoy glanced back uneasily, then turned to Dumbledore.

The latter went on to say, "So poor Rosmerta was forced to lie in ambush in her own bathroom, waiting to give the necklace to any Hogwarts student who came in alone?" As for the poisonous mead...... Well, Rosmerta can naturally poison you and give it to Slavhorn and believe it will be my Christmas present...... Yes, very ingenious...... Very ingenious...... Of course, poor Filch wouldn't have thought to check out a bottle of what Rosmerta's shop was selling...... Tell me, how did you get in touch with Rosmertha all along? I think we've monitored everything we do on and off campus. ”

"Magic coins," Malfoy said, as if he was forced to keep talking, though his hand holding his wand shook violently. "I own one, and she owns the other, and I can send her a message—"

"Isn't this the secret method of contact used by the group that called itself Army Dumbledore last year?" Dumbledore asked. His voice was light and casual, but Harry saw him sliding an inch down as he said that.

"Yes, I got the idea from them," Malfoy said with a twisted smile on his face. "The idea of poisoning was also obtained from Granger the Mudblood, as I heard her in the library talking about Filch's inability to recognize potions......"

"Please don't use that rude word in front of me," Dumbledore said.

Malfoy let out a shrill laugh.

"I'm going to kill you, and you still mind if I say 'mudbloods'?"

"Yes, I mind," Dumbledore said, and Harry saw Dumbledore's feet slip a little more on the ground as he struggled to keep straight. "But when it comes to killing me, Draco, you've spent a few long minutes. We're both here alone. I'm more helpless than you, maybe you've always dreamed of finding me, but you're still not moving......"

Malfoy's mouth twisted unconsciously, as if he had tasted something very bitter.

"Now, tell me about tonight," Dumbledore continued, "I'm a little confused as to how it happened...... You know I left school? But of course," he replied to his question, "Rosmerta saw me leave, and I'm sure she informed you with your delicate coin......"

"That's right," Malfoy said. "But she said you just had to go get a drink and you'll be back......"

"Well, of course I drank something...... And then I came back...... Barely enough," Dumbledore muttered. "So you decided to design a trap for me?"

"We've decided to put the Dark Mark over this tower and get you here as soon as possible to see who's been killed," Malfoy said. "It worked." "Hmm...... It's and it's not ......," Dumbledore said. "Can I presume, then, that no one has been killed?"

"Someone's dead," Malfoy's voice seemed an octave higher. "One of yours...... I don't know who it is, it's dark there...... I stepped over the corpse...... I'm supposed to be here when you come back, it's just that your Order of the Phoenix guys are getting in my way......"

"Yes, they did," Dumbledore said.

There was a loud bang and some shouts below, louder than before; It sounded like people were fighting on the spiral staircase, which led to where Dumbledore, Malfoy, and Harry were standing, and Harry's heart was beating violently and silently in his invisible chest...... Someone died...... Malfoy stepped over his corpse...... But who is he?

"There's no time, one way or another," Dumbledore said. "Then let's discuss your options, Draco."

"My choice!" Malfoy exclaimed. "I'm standing here with my wand - I'm going to kill you—"

"My dear child, let us have no more pretenses. If you're going to kill me, you'll kill me as soon as you disarm me, and you're not going to stop to have this pleasant conversation with me about the means. ”

"I don't have any choice!" Malfoy's face suddenly turned as pale as Dumbledore's. "I have to do it! He's going to kill me! He's going to kill my whole family! ”

"I understand you're in a difficult situation," Dumbledore said. "What else do you think is the reason why I haven't confronted you before? That's because I know Voldemort will kill you if he finds out I doubt you. Malfoy flinched when he heard the name.

"I'm not afraid to talk to you about your mission, because I know you're being commissioned, and he's using the Dementor on you just in case," Dumbledore continued. "But in this last moment, we can have a frank conversation...... You didn't hurt anyone, and you didn't mean to hurt all the victims who survived, even if it was just luck...... I can help you, Draco. ”

"No, you can't help," Malfoy said, his wand shaking violently. "No one can. He wants me to do it or he'll kill me. I had no choice. ”

"Come to the right side, Draco, we can hide you better than you think. I could also send a member of the Order of the Phoenix to your mother tonight to give her the same protection. Your father is currently safe in Azkaban...... We can also protect him in times of need...... Come to the right side, Draco...... You're not a killer......" Malfoy stared at Dumbledore.

"But I've gone too far, haven't I?" He said slowly. "They think I'm going to die when I try to do it, but here I am...... And you're under my control...... I'm the only one with a wand...... You are at my disposal......"

"No, Draco," Dumbledore said calmly. "It's me at the mercy, not you, and that's important at the moment."

Malfoy didn't speak. His mouth was open, and his hand holding his wand was still shaking. Harry felt like for a moment he saw the wand drop.

But suddenly thunderous footsteps came from the stairs, and a second later, four men in black robes rushed from behind the door to the top of the tower, and Malfoy was pushed aside. Harry was still unable to move, his eyes unblinking, staring at the four strangers in horror: it seemed as if the Death Eaters had won the battle downstairs.

A sturdy-looking man squinted at him, then snorted and smirked.

"Dumbledore has been cornered!" He said, then turned to a stocky woman, who looked like his sister, grinning eagerly. "Dumbledore without a wand, Dumbledore alone! Well done, Draco, well done! ”

"Good evening, Emmycus," Dumbledore said calmly, as if welcoming the man to a tea party. "You also brought Alekoto...... Truly charming......"

The woman scoffed a little angrily.

"Do you think your little joke will help you on your deathbed?" She said mockingly.

"Jokes? No, no, these are courtesies," Dumbledore replied.

"Kill him," said the stranger closest to Harry, who was tall, lanky, with unkempt gray hair and beard, and his black Death Eater robes looking uncomfortably taut. His voice was unlike anything Harry had ever heard: a gruff roar like a file. Harry could smell a strong smell coming at him, mixed with dust, sweat, and unmistakable blood. He had long yellow nails on his dirty hands.

"Is that you, Finley?" Dumbledore asked.

"That's right," the other said in a gruff voice. "Are you happy to see me, Dumbledore?"

"No, I can't say I'm happy ......," Finley Greyback grinned, baring his sharp teeth. His jaw was dripping with blood, and he slowly licked his lips in a lewd position.

"But you know how much I like children, Dumbledore."

"Can I conclude that you're attacking people now even when you're not on a full moon? This is very unusual...... You've developed a penchant for eating human flesh, so once a month can't satisfy you? ”

"That's right," said Finley Greyback, "that shocks you, doesn't it, Dumbledore?" Scares you? ”

"Well, I can't pretend it didn't make me sick at all," Dumbledore said. "Yes, I'm a little shocked that Draco would invite you into this place where his friends live......"

"I didn't," Malfoy gasped. He didn't look at Finley Greyback; Not even a glance. "I didn't know he was coming—"

"I don't want to miss a trip to Hogwarts, Dumbledore," Finley Greyback whispered. "Especially when there are so many throats waiting for me to shred...... Delicious, delicious......" He held up a yellow fingernail, flicked his front teeth, and squinted at Dumbledore, "I can treat you as an after-dinner dessert, Dumbledore......"

"No," said the fourth Death Eater sharply, with a gloomy, beast-like face. "We have orders. It's up to Draco to do it. Now, Draco, hurry. "Malfoy was less determined than ever. He seemed frightened as he stared at Dumbledore's face, which was paler and weaker than usual, and he had already slid down the city walls a lot.

"Now, Draco, hurry!" The man with the beastly face said angrily.

But Malfoy's hands trembled too much to aim.

"I'll come," Finley Greyback growled, his hand reaching out towards Dumbledore, baring his teeth.

"Draco, do it, or you stand aside and let one of us—" The woman screamed, but just then, the door to the top of the tower was blasted open again, and Snape stood there, wand clutched tightly in hand, dark eyes scanning the scene in front of him, from Dumbledore sliding against the wall, to the four Death Eaters, including the angry werewolves, and Malfoy.

"We've got a problem, Snape," said the sturdy Emicus, his gaze and wand locked on to Dumbledore, "the boy doesn't seem to be able to—"

But another man was calling Snape's name, and his voice was very soft.

The sound of "Severus ......" scared Harry more than anything that had happened tonight.

For the first time, Dumbledore was pleading.

Snape didn't say anything, just walked forward, and he shoved Malfoy aside. The three Death Eaters stepped back in silence. Even the werewolves seem to be bluffed.

Snape stared at Dumbledore for a moment, disgust and hatred etched into the rough wrinkles on his face.

Severus ...... Please ......" Snape raised his wand and pointed it at Dumbledore.

"Avada suo!" A green light shot out from the end of Snape's wand and struck Dumbledore directly in the chest. Harry couldn't scream with fear; Unable to speak or move, he was forced to watch as Dumbledore was thrown into the air: for a moment he seemed to be hanging from a gleaming skull, and then he slowly fell, like a doll made of rags, flying over the battlements and vanishing!